#this ask game seriously has me thinking and I love that. it's challenging to answer and I'm learning a lot about my characters

[morallygreychaoticneutral]

Astarion is more than a pretty face.

Sooooo many thoughts on this character. One could spend hours picking apart details and cannons. So here is one of mine.

He is not a "Pretty Idiot"

I don't think Astarion is "unintelligent" at all. Some people argue that certain lines within the game suggest it, such as the mind flayer at the epilogue party saying he has a less wrinkled brain, or his epic plan to kill Cazador.

First, there is nothing that says mind flayers can see your brain through your skull. So the less wrinkled comment is an assumption based off of what the companion knows about him through interaction. And as far as the epic plan goes, there is a reason there is no detail to it. He doesn't trust his own ideas.

Walk with me.

Imagine you have spent two hundred years being told everything about you is worthless. Imagine being asked questions just be torn apart for not answering "correctly". Imagine spending so much time in fight or flight your brain defaults to Neverland just to escape your reality. Imagine having to mask specific aspects of your personality to appease others.

These are all real side effects to mental and physical abuse. And it is game fact that Astarion was seriously abused on unimaginable levels. I'm sure Cazaloser enjoyed taking every scrap of self worth Astarion had and I'm sure he beat the hell out of him with it. And if there is anything a narcissist loves to do, its make sure their victims believe they are stupid and worthless.

I think he is intelligent. He just doesn't trust himself to make the "right" decisions anymore. Not early on anyway. His disassociation probably causes him to "black out" and miss key info about situations most of the time anyway. Also, he probably has a deep fear of being blamed if something goes wrong. So he makes his opinions vague and your idea so he always has a foot out the door if he is challenged. Smart tactic. Manipulative AF, but ..smart.

I also think this because certain things change after you complete his quest and kill the * insert colorful and appropriate adjective here*.

He starts to make definite decisions. Such as choosing you without being vague or making it your idea. He's straight forward and decisive about it.

He starts giving more thoughtful opinions. Such as what he says about Dame Aylin after she feels off about killing Lorrokan. That's a complete and connective opinion. Not just. "Oh, I don't know."

He stops depreciating things he likes. He says he hates puns, but uses them quite often. And puns take a certain level of wit to pull off.

His voice drops. Ending sentences on an upward inflection appear less threatening. Like throwing a smiley face at the end of a comment you are worried will elicit a negative response from if you dont. Post kill, more of his responses end on a downward inflection. The mask is dropping. He was smart enough to realize changing his voice would help him stay safe. Hmm...

Not a pretty idiot. Just pretty complicated.

Just my opinion.

[plasterbrain]

Hello. First I’d like to say that I love Pizza Game so much. Second, sorry if you’re the wrong person to ask about this and/or you’ve already been asked about this, but what advice would you give to someone who wants to make a visual novel but has like zero idea about where to start, if you don’t mind me asking? I had an idea for a visual novel recently that I really like, but I admittedly have like none of the skills I would assume are requisite to creating a good visual novel aside from writing. Or any real knowledge of what the process for crafting a good visual novel would be.

Yes, I am aware that I am a fool. No, I will not give up on this endeavor.

Also, one aspect in particular that I’d like to ask you for advice about, since it’s a bit similar to a mechanic in Pizza Game that I feel like I haven’t seen a lot of other visual novels use (unless this is a thing that shows up in a lot of visual novels and I don’t know because of the few visual novels I’ve experienced Pizza Game is the only one I actually know about that does it) except actually diegetic instead of just a quality of life feature, is how to make the dialogue roll back like it does in Pizza Game. The main character of the story idea I want to make has the ability to do that as an actual superpower, so however I end up making this visual novel, it’d have to include something like that as a feature. And I’d need to make the game able to acknowledge the fact that you’ve used it and probably also give the player an action prompt for “something interesting will happen if you rewind here,” which I feel like is going to be a pain and a half to accomplish in a way that looks good, so any advice you can give me would be appreciated, though I understand if the second part is too complex for you to just puzzle out how to do for a rando asking for your advice on Tumblr. Admittedly I could probably make the main character’s power… basically anything else, really, since the main point is that they have a superpower and not that it’s specifically time powers, but with the way I’m setting up the story and challenge of the game, the character having a time-rewinding power pretty solidly sets them up as the person who has to do everything without it seeming too… “I know the answer to this problem, but figure it out and tell everyone for me, Naegi.” So I’m kinda attached to that idea, even if it causes me a great deal of annoyance to figure out.

Thanks in advance if you have any advice to give me. And again, thank you for making Pizza Game, truly the best visual novel of all time.

Hi (sorry for late response),

My advice for "how to make visual novel" starts and ends with Ren'Py! It's free, open source, and easy to use for people who just want to write! Nearly every Western indie visual novel uses it, and for good reason.

As for your question... The good news is that rollback is actually a built-in feature of Ren'Py. You probably didn't suspect as much, because it's kind of an unusual behavior to include in games by default and can "cheapen" the seriousness of VN-style branching narratives. (It's hard to make choices matter if you can just undo them 10 seconds later.) Doki-Doki Literature Club and Slay the Princess (I think?), arguably the two most famous Ren'Py games, both disabled it for this reason.

The bad news is that having the game acknowledge use of rollback is kind of difficult. Pizza Game does it twice iirc, but only as quick early gags, because it requires cluttering your script with persistent variables. If your game uses this as a central mechanic, your code will be hard to read, write, and test... I do not recommend it.

If you still want to give your character a visual-novel ludo-narrative superpower, there a certainly other options:

Use the tried-and-true "wow you've completed this scene before? here's different text!"

Have dialog that only shows up in the text history window (I've seen at least one game do this and it was pretty neat)

"Stop" time using audio/visual effects and let your character investigate the scene/people's thoughts or something

Make the game create/detect files in the game folder (a DDLC staple, ofc, though I've seen other meta Ren'Py games fool around with this)

...Or peruse the Ren'Py documentation and see what you can come up with.

Ganbatte, Anon-chan! (•̀ω•́)૭✧

[padfootagain]

Only an Almost (XV)

Chapter 15: Aftermath

Hi! Here comes a new chapter!

We’re still dealing with a lot of angst! Sorry (not sorry)!

I hope you’ll like this chapter! Please, tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Hozier x fem!reader, friends with benefits AU

Warning: No explicit smut or nsfw content, but there are sexual themes and heavy make-out sessions (it’s a friends with benefits AU, I can’t really escape it), so 18+ only!

Summary: Andrew has been in love with you for years, and yet he has never confessed his feelings. But a night out celebrating the engagement of his best friend changes everything. However, you don't seem ready to be with him just yet. You make him an offer that he can't refuse... but will certainly regret.

Word Count : 2387

Masterlist for the series – Hozier’s Masterlist – Main Masterlist

You had called a dozen times, and Andrew had refused to answer.

After a night spent at his parents’, he felt better, although he was still devastated. He reckoned he would need a long time to get over this. Over you…

His brother stopped by the next day, just to check on him, but Andrew put on a brave face and played it off. Jon was everything but fooled. He stayed for dinner and well into the night. Sam was the one dispatched the next day to keep an eye on Andrew, who was beginning to be seriously annoyed at this game of babysitting.

Sam had been trying to get a conversation going for the last twenty minutes, but Andrew wasn’t in the mood to socialize and make an effort to fight his introverted tendencies.

Besides, there was a question on the tip of his tongue he was afraid to ask. He didn’t want to be angry at his best friend…

“Have you heard about the next rugby match? They say we’re up for a proper challenge against the French!”

“Hmmm…”

Sam finally heaved an annoyed sigh, but his voice was still gentle when he spoke.

“Come on, Andy! Say something! You haven’t spoken more than three words since I’ve arrived.”

“I’ve never asked you to come in the first place.”

“I’m just trying to be supportive. And a good friend. So… talk to me. Cry on my shoulder, I don’t know…”

A heavy silence followed, while Sam stared at his friend, sitting on his comfortable couch, the crackling of a fire in the hearth and the distant chanting of birds the only sounds to disturb the silence. Andrew was staring at the pine trees on the other side of the window, how their branches swayed in the wind.

“Did you know?”

Andrew’s question came out of the blue, making Sam frown. He was still staring at nothing as his deep voice cut the air like a knife. Calm, cold, deadly so…

“When you called me the other night to tell me to speak with Y/N… did you know that she wanted to dump me to date someone else?” he went on.

Sam didn’t answer, it was only then that Andrew turned his gaze to him again.

“You knew,” he let out in a bitter chuckle.

“I didn’t,” Sam defended himself. “I didn’t, I just… She told Daphne that someone had asked her out, but we didn’t know if she had accepted to go or not. I just… we just wanted you to have a chance to tell her how you felt before she would take a decision.”

“A little late for that.”

“Oh, come on! Don’t put the blame on me, that’s unfair! You’ve known Y/N for years, you’ve been head over heels for her for so fucking long, and you’ve been sleeping with her for months! You had plenty of time to tell her…”

“And I shouldn’t have!” Andrew answered with anger shaking his voice, turning it into a booming sound that echoed through the living room. “I shouldn’t have kissed her that night, and I shouldn’t have slept with her, and I should have kept my bloody mouth shut!”

“Of course not, you were right to finally act on your feelings!”

“Was I? Look where it got me!”

He heaved a frustrated sigh, almost a groan. Damn, he wanted to tear his own lungs apart…

“Talking to her was never the problem, Sam. She doesn’t love me. My feelings aren’t reciprocated. That’s the problem.”

“She’s making a mistake…”

“Didn’t you hear me? She doesn’t feel anything for me. She doesn’t want to be with me. She only wanted a fling, I was around, and she got one. End of story.”

Sam shook his head, but didn’t know what to add.

“I’m sorry, Andy. It makes no fucking sense to me. I was certain she felt the same… it was obvious.”

“She doesn’t want to be with me. She doesn’t want to wait around while I’m gone touring. I’m not good enough…”

“Now, stop it! You’re just wallowing in self-pity and indulging in some self-deprecating bullshit! You are good enough.”

“If I were, she wouldn’t be dating someone else,” Andrew spat back, and Sam wasn’t sure how he could counter that remark.

“You should have told me the truth,” Andrew went on after a short silence. “You should have told me there was someone else.”

“We didn’t even know she had accepted that date!”

“You should have told me. I went there hoping we could be together… that we could change it all to a proper relationship. And the next second, I’m out of the goddamn picture. It’s like… like my whole world crumbled down. You… you should have told me.”

Andrew blinked tears away, averting his eyes to hide his reaction. But his voice sounded more like a croak than a composed tone. Sam nodded.

“I’m sorry. I should have told you. I just… I’m sorry. Do you want to tell me how it went?”

“I went there. I wanted to talk, but instead we had sex. And the pillow talk that I thought was going to turn into an invitation for a proper date ended up in me running away so she wouldn’t see me cry.”

“Damn, Andy… that’s brutal.”

“Yeah…”

“I don’t understand why she acted like this. It doesn’t sound like her, it’s…”

“Cruel. Disgusting. Unfair.”

“Yeah… kind of…”

“I don’t know. I don’t understand anything. I haven’t understood a thing since we’ve started this.”

“Maybe she’s scared…”

“Stop. Stop trying to see something where there’s nothing at all. She wanted sex, and I was around. And I was foolish enough to think she cared. That’s all.”

Sam heaved a sigh, but nodded anyway.

“Have you talked to her since that night?”

“No.”

“Has she reached out?”

“Many times. I’m hesitating to block her number.”

“You should talk things out, though.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“You ran away, you said it yourself. Perhaps… perhaps if you talked, you could understand why she did this to you. Not why she doesn’t feel the same, but… why she acted like that. Why she hurt you like that.”

Andrew weighed his friend’s words. They sounded wise, but promised a lot of pain too.

“I’m not sure I want to know.”

Sam nodded again.

“Can I do anything to make you feel less terrible?”

“Not really, no. I just… I just need to process everything that happened.”

Sam rested a comforting hand on Andrew’s shoulder, but he didn’t react.

“You’re a good man, Andy. I know… I know it’s hard. But… don’t let this make you feel bad about yourself, okay? It’s not your fault. And you’re a good man.”

Andrew’s gaze followed the branches swaying back and forth with the wind.

Not good enough for her to love me…

Two weeks passed, and it was time to buy the suits for the wedding. Andrew was doing his best to smile and look the part of the perfect best man, but he was nothing but numb with pain.

You shouldn’t be there, Sam had promised that; even though the same shop was taking care of the dresses and the suits, they had different areas, to make sure that the future bride and groom would not be able to see each other. Anyway, Daphne’s appointment had begun almost two hours ago, Andrew expected that she and her bridesmaids – including you – were long gone by now.

It was a fancy place, all wooden walls and shelves of silk and wool. The style of an old, traditional tailor. The carpet was a deep shade of green and blue, leathered seats around a large room with a set of mirrors and a long wooden table at the centre. It could have been a set for some old spy movie.

If all his friends knew that something was off with him, Andrew was grateful that they didn’t insist when he answered that he didn’t want to talk about it. Sam was the only one who knew about you and him, and Andrew was set on keeping it this way.

Sam was nervous as he tried on different suits. Andrew couldn’t hide that he was entertained by it, while a tailor was taking his measurements as well. They had all agreed on some colours and models, and Andrew had answered with a polite smile to the usual joke about his height.

It was an emotional moment when Sam stood in front of a mirror, wearing the suit he would wear for his wedding. A few adjustments were necessary, there were tiny colourful pins here and there, but it was the suit. Andrew patted his shoulder with a fond smile on his lips.

“Congratulations, Sam,” he said softly, voice warm and sincere. “I’m so happy for you.”

“Thanks, mate,” his friend answered with tears in his eyes. “God… it’s really happening. I’m really going to marry the love of my life. What a lucky bastard I am, huh?”

They both laughed. Their three other friends who were there were chatting behind them, comparing a set of belts.

“A handsome fellow too,” Andrew complimented.

“Right? Not ugly enough to make Daphne run away?”

“Nah… you look sharp. Besides, she’s smitten with you… for some weird reason.”

“She must be out of her mind.”

“Without a doubt.”

Sam brushed a tear away.

“God, I’m so fucking happy…”

Andrew gave him a warm smile, an honest one, the first earnest smile he had given to anyone since that night.

“I don’t know about that thing, though…” Sam added, pointing at the blue pocket square.

He had chosen a deep shade of burgundy for his suit, while his groomsmen would be wearing brown. Andrew and Sam were to share the same shade for the pocket square though, as Andrew was his best man.

“Green could be nice,” Sam mumbled, trying to picture another colour.

“You want me to go ask for another sample?”

“Could you? That would be grand. Thanks, Andy. We should compare it to your suit too.”

Andrew merely nodded, walking out of the room in search for the tailor. He walked down a corridor, reached the hall and easily spotted the man he was looking for. He was talking with someone…

… and as he walked closer, Andrew recognised you.

Your gazes met before he could turn around and leave, and all he could do was stare with an agape mouth and a shocked expression. You froze as well, and your sudden silence made the tailor turn in Andrew’s direction.

“Can I do something for you, sir?” he asked, and Andrew forced himself to swallow so he could summon back his voice.

“Yeah… erm… sorry to bother you, we wanted to see other colours for the pocket squares, if it’s possible…”

“Of course, sir. I’ll fetch them right now.”

He added a few words to you, but Andrew had stopped listening. What the hell were you doing here? Daphne’s appointment was three hours ago…

You were so fucking beautiful… in a simple pair of blue jeans, an emerald shirt, and the sun coming in through the large shop windows. His heart was going a thousand miles a minute and he hated himself for wanting to kiss you. You had broken his heart, his soul, him… in a million pieces and his first reaction was still an urge to kiss you, and hold you, and never let go…

The tailor was gone without Andrew noticing. You took a couple of steps towards him, and he tried to walk away, but he didn’t have the strength for it.

God, he missed you so fucking much…

“Hi,” you breathed, looking quite stunned to see him there.

“Hi.”

 “How is Sam doing in there?”

“Good. Daphne?”

“Grand.”

“I thought you would be gone by now.”

He saw you clenching your jaw, noticed how this must have sounded… but he didn’t apologise for it.

“Yeah… well… Daphne and her mother are taking forever,” you joked. “And you can’t just ask a future bride to hurry, so…”

“Yeah…”

He cleared his throat, tried to look away. If he looked away, perhaps he could remember what you had done to him, and then he could go back to wanting to never see you again…

“Look, I… I know that now is obviously not the right time but… do you think that we could talk? Like… properly. You… you kind of stormed out last time, and I’m not blaming you for it,” you added in a hurry, as if to hold him back. “I… I understand. But we should talk about this. Could we do that?’

“I really don’t know what we could discuss,” Andrew shrugged, his voice growing harsher even if it was still low. “You’ve met someone else, there’s nothing to add.”

“You haven’t answered a single phone call since that night.”

He let out a long exhale through his nose, clenched his jaw. Still, his voice was soft when he answered.

“I… I don’t think we should see each other for a while, Y/N.”

“But I…”

“Please, just…”

“We should talk about this! Before taking any decision, we should talk about this! Andy… please…”

There were tears in your eyes and he was so angry by the sight. He was the one with a broken heart in this, with the unrequited feelings and the shattered self-esteem. Not you. Why the fuck were you crying when he was the one who felt betrayed and used?

“Look… Just one time. Let us talk about this, just once. And then, you can never see me again if you want.”

Andrew averted his eyes, buried his hands in the pockets of his trousers. But he nodded still.

“Alright.”

“Are you free tomorrow night?”

He nodded again.

“Alright, then… come to my place tomorrow, okay? We can talk this through.”

He nodded, unable to look up at you again, he knew he would start crying if he did.

And then the tailor was back, talking about the colours of pocket squares, and Andrew followed him in silence back to Sam, and the happiness of a friend Andrew was determined not to taint with his own sorrow. He was smiling when he looked at the green fabrics the tailor had to offer.

[swaqcenix]

hello?.. i'm so glad you're accepting requests! your fanfictions is something. so, can I get nsfw-fanfic with dark!(yandere)Peggy Carter? i mean, i just worship her physical strength, combined with her high level of intelligence and unconditional beauty.

i have no special requirements for the plot, it all depends on your idea, vision. i hope it won't bother you… I will wait patiently for your answer, work, don't worry about it, please.

anddd, I'm well aware that full working days can be very exhausting. so, please take care of your condition and try to be fine. thank you very much :)

also, I love the way you interact with all these people on your blog. you seem like a really comfortable and pleasant person. to be honest, that was almost the main reason I came to you with the request.

I'm just an anxious person and all that.

again, thanks! good luck <3

࿐ ྂTil' the end of Time | Peggy Carter ࿐ྂ

Peggy Carter x fem!reader

Summary: You had one assigned task, help Wanda Maximoff reclaim her boys. Yet entering the multiverse didn't allude you to the concept of falling for someone else entirely, especially when that said woman is on the opposite side and has her mind on other ways to make you her own, no matter the cost nor the price.

Warnings: 18+, dark!peggy carter, yandere!peggy carter x semi-innocent!reader, mentions of obsession and sexual desires, peggy is a whore for reader, slight masturbation (r), semi-public sex, thigh riding, fingering (r)

Pairings: dark yandere!peggy carter x semi-innocent!reader, implied obsessed dark!-ish wanda x naive!reader, kinda forbidden romance(?)

Word Count: 5.4k

DC: cafekitsune

AN: I do apologise this request took me so long to complete, therefore I hope this makes up for it & it's similar/what you wished for. Many thanks nonnie <3

You observed as Wanda found herself lost in her thoughts, within her mind-space and you dare not interrupt the incredible woman.

Her composure mixed with the way she completely handled herself with others allowed you to be enticed into her games, only seeing apart of her she wished for you see.

That being entirely how you found yourself stood along side her as she argued with a man who called himself DR. Strange. Forbidden to ask questions, you only observed- watching from the sidelines.

The older woman forbid you to ask, claiming your brain was too innocent to putty in one's hands to be meddling with things you shouldn't risk falling into. You of course complied, why wouldn't you? If she ordered it you must follow it was the laws of the game.

"Wanda, it's for the better cause enough of this foolishness," Strange tried his best to reason with her.

Her response in retaliation was simply a scoff as Wanda shook her head, almost as if her mind couldn't comprehend the seriousness of his statement. She glanced towards you and you knew that meant don't react, not unless it was of dire need, if the tip of the axis couldn't cope with the situation anymore.

"Don't speak to me of foolishness Stephen Strange," the poisonous venom slipped from her lips.

Had you not known the woman, you'd dared to have run. Sprinting for your life as though the beast of the night, the slender man himself had dared cross through the worlds of the unknown. While you knew she wouldn't hurt you right now, Wanda would within reason. Use you as an outlet and your innocence, your mindset and soul would allow her. Perhaps to a certain extent it would stop, but for now she'd be allowed.

The tension of the room changed and you tilted your head in a way of lost morality. You didn't quite understand the extent of the situations around you, only simply observing as you were commanded to. Your parents needed it, she would protect them if you followed so you did. Your mindset drifted away, lost in the multiverse until the redheads voice brought you back to reality.

"Foolishness is thinking you can cross me, thinking you can even remotely challenge me," she stated and you saw from the corner of your eye the eye-roll of the older man.

A feeling of relief succumb over you when you realised Wanda hadn't inspected nor noticed herself. You weren't actually sure why the relief was settling into your stomach though. Maybe it was due to the oncoming storm you could only cease to imagine she would cause perhaps because you wouldn't be punished, but the feeling was there.

The redhead often liked to punish you for things that tended to not be your fault in any cause of their own. Sometimes it was due to people getting too close for her liking other times it was 'simply because she could,' in her words. Despite your mindset, your very essence knowing it was wrong morally in every way anticipated you allowed her to, you allowed yourself to indulge with the hopes one day you'd escape.

"Your children are not real, it's a fantasy. It's an illusion that you're so far down you've managed to convince yourself that Wanda," the man spoke with a desperation but his voice clung to the side of assertiveness.

The witch simply scoffed before turning her back to him and the child. America as she was called was analysing you trying to work you out in ways nobody could. You couldn't help the sense of guilt you had towards her, your mind dancing away with thoughts of anger and wishing of betrayal.

Wanda simply began casting her magic around the room, not in the deadly sense but in an act of dominance trying to prove her mindset and reasonings. A gasp almost slipped past your lips of as memories of what you presumed to be her children danced and shone through the room illuminating it with a light now lost.

Stephen then turned to you in a way to control the situation, even now he was trying to turn and bend reality into his own, you must admire him for that.

"And her?" His voice was assertive, looking at you in a way of confusion laced with sympathy.

Wanda sneered, her voice laced with such venom at the small concept of him even acknowledging you let alone touching you. Your back shivered at the sound, blood freezing like ice on a frozen lake.

"You don't even look at her, she's none of your concern, Strange," her eyes bored into his own.

His face morphed into one of curiosity mixed with concern. Tilting his head towards you, it's almost like he was trying to analyse your soul and your every movement. An unsettling feeling was stirring in the pit of your stomach.

Your head looked towards Wanda and for once you saw the look of worry in her eyes as she looked at you. It was almost like she knew something was arising before you did, her eyes softening for a moment looking at him.

"No," she looked at Stephen knowing what he was about to do.

"Please," it was the first time you'd heard her voice so gentle and it was unnervingly unsettling.

It ripped into your core into your very soul, your mind and blood freezing on the spot. Everything you knew was changing around you and with a swirl of his hands orange went dancing around your body, captivating you in a sea of a trance, a sea of monsters and a sea of danger.

The blackness over took you within seconds, a voice echoing twice in your head. Wanda's screams inside the back of your mind, yet a voice dragging you through the damage. It was sweetly warm, sweet like candy, but it sounded deadly. It was once again something or someone you felt drawn to.

"Y/N?" The world went silent as a shield of what one would depict as heaven appeared in your vision, before all you saw was a captivating darkness.

Blurring lights and the sound of muffled noises, although being unable to make out what they were- was the first thing you felt. Your head felt dazed and confused, like you'd been underwater or trapped in a nightmare for years on end.

You often wondered if that's how Steve felt coming out of the ice, but then again he was dragged out of the ice 66 years after his time, poor fella.

You squinted your eyes more, not daring to make a sound. Not knowing your location was fearful enough but after spending so much time with Wanda, becoming accustomed to spending time in the shadows was what you did best. The room eventually adjusted to your eyesight and it seemed.. quaint?

To the left of your was a dressing table, littered with soft trinkets. Perfume's laying out in a rather specific order and a photo of someone you'd rather say was beautiful. Beautiful appeared to be an understatement, she seemed absolutely captivating. Something about that photo drew you in, like a mouse heading straight for the trap.

Trying to sit up, you managed before your head felt like it was being hit by a hammer, your vision was still adjusting to it's surroundings. A groan elicited from your lips, echoing through what you felt was an eerily quiet room.

A noise brought you from your thoughts, the sound of an opening door, before it shut once more. Blinking several times, your eyes drifted to the noise in question as you saw her. The woman from what you presumed to be photo stood there, elegantly dressed, the only thing that felt off about her was a belt that held up her outfit, a shield hooked onto the front.

She carried herself through the room with poise and composure, her hands drifting with her almost as if she was royalty from inside and out. You heard her muffled voice next to you and found your head shaking by itself, trying to make hearing easier for yourself.

"It's okay, sweetheart. Relax. Try to get some rest," her voice soothed you in a way you seemed to find alluring.

You tried to turn your head in her direction, your vision still making it hard to depict her features exactly. A touch on your skin made a gasp slip past your plump lips. Her hand was touching your arm, you felt it cold almost like ice, but the ice was soothing your hot pale skin, the contrast was exactly what you needed.

You felt your body almost sigh out as you drifted into a peaceful content slumber. Shutting your eyes and you heard her voice in the distance, soothing you into comfort.

The next time you woke, you heard a kettle boiling from another room. This time, your vision seemed to completely adjust to your surroundings, unlike before.

The four walls that surrounded you seemed to be painted in a sea of green, an earthly kind. It was almost trying to ground you to the exact place you seemed to reside in right now. Your curiosity got the better of you, legs slipping out the covers of what was in fact one of the most comfortable beds you'd laid on.

Standing up for a moment caused your legs to wobble, almost like you were bambi on ice; new to walking a fresh babe to the earth itself. Leaning your body weight on the headboard, you grasped it tightly allowing yourself to adjust to standing once more.

You did wonder if Stephen travelled that way how he himself wasn't like you every time, there was no way you could do that every time.

Deciding to venture out of what had been your cocoon of dreams, heading towards the broken oak door, standing firm and tall in front of you. Grasping the handle you turned and made your way into what appeared to be the sitting room.

Your head tilted to the left slightly as you saw aa kitchen well stocked, pans and pottery laid out neatly. It seemed a comfortable home, but it didn't stop you from being weary. It never stopped Hansel and Gretel eating the sweets especially with the way it seemed appetising so you knew better than that.

"You don't have to creep about you know?"

A voice so soft you might have missed it, gently passed through the room. Your body tensed up and you didn't known whether you'd stopped breathing or not but it certainly felt that way.

Turning your head in the direction of the voice, it lead your eyes straight to a little arm chair. The face was hidden behind a newspaper legs crossed underneath as the woman's high heels perched just above the floor. Slowly, the newspaper lifted itself down and a sudden gasp nearly elicited from your lips at the sight.

You'd been familiar with this face before. Back when you were a previous assistant within the avengers tower you'd heard whispers through the walls, the hallways. Steve's lover. Or was lover and by the gods you couldn't blame him she was indeed stunning.

Her hair was pinned loosely around her, suiting her frame so well as her chocolate curls contained a certain bounce. A burgundy coat above the top of a white blouse completed with a loosely waisted skirt and heels. You'd noticed that her lips in the process had tilted up and it was then you'd realised you'd been staring for a period of time, embarrassingly.

"You've been staring for a period of time darling, aren't you going to say anything? Or at least sit. Please, I do insist," her voice carried while a soft tone a hint of demand was hidden underneath.

Your feet moved before your mind did, before you knew it you were sat cross legged upon a chaise lounge she had in the corner just mere feet away from her. She tilted her head almost in curiosity expecting something from you and you couldn't remain quiet anymore.

"Where am I?" Your voice quivered and you damned yourself for having lack of confidence.

The brunette let out a low hum, placing her newspaper to the side before bringing her hangs to clasp together on her knees.

"At the moment you're in my apartment complex but it's not the time period you're all too familiar with. It's 1946, June the 15th to be exact," her voice carried with such elegance it shivered you to the core.

Your eyes darted around the room unsure of how to even respond to anything. Your mind was spinning with several thoughts, Wanda being one of them.

Yet, almost as if she could read your mind the voice of the ever so graceful woman carried itself through the room, her eyes fixed on you. The newspaper discarded to the side as her eyes bore into your own.

"She doesn't need to be your concern dear, not now and not ever. That much I can promise," her thick british accent sending shivers down your spine and embarrassingly places you wish it wasn't hitting.

Feet carrying you first, you tried to make a bee-line to the door. Why on earth you thought that would make sense you'd never know. After all it was 1946, you'd have the issue of being stuck in a time period that had no care for yourself.

A deep chuckle bounced through the room as the brunette stood up, her heels making her presence known to you. It was as she stood up, her fingers flexed on the door handle you saw how.. flexed she was. Your eyes hadn't meant to but her shoulder's seemed muscular and her upper arms seemed to be bulging with power. Eyes flying all over her figure before bouncing back to her own face you flushed at being caught.

You were just going to have to grin and bare it. That was all you could do, it wasn't like the company was unbearable. Especially when you were stuck with someone who made you feel indescribable feelings all over as such as she did.

Tea was made every morning at 8:15am on the dot, no exceptions. You'd learnt to adjust to Peggy Carter's schedule. Not that you'd had scarcely any choice. Stepping out of line meant the handcuffs came out. It was for your own good, for protection.

Though the days melted and merged into one. You'd never been allowed to touch much of the outside world, for her fear of a pretty thing like yourself being unable to be kept safe from the dangers of men and the prospect of the hatred in humanity. That's what she told you.

Who were you to question any of it? To question her authority. You'd be allowed snippets of the world around you through newspapers and glimpses through window's and the radio's but that was all. Her pretty little pet kept safe through her 4 walls of apartment complex.

She was always out saving the world with her intense captain america shield. Peggy caught you glancing constantly at her muscles, they seemed so well sculpted it was almost like art work.

"Careful sweetheart, if you stare any longer you'll find yourself encapsulated within these muscles yourself," though you weren't sure what that meant.

The drifting sounds of moans and sweat echoed throughout the rooms constantly, yet you dare not venture out at night for fear of punishment. You didn't mind pushing the boundaries of the older woman, but pressing too far could result in consequences you dare not cross.

The green door had always crossed your mind though. The one hidden away with lock and key, unable to be touched, to be seen within. Your mind constantly drifted to it, it was like a sinful prospect one for an innocent mind like your own couldn't touch. You'd been caught many times trying to sneak in.

"Maybe one day you'll learn your lesson hm? I'm only trying to protect your dumb brain from the less of innocence content within those walls," Peggy constantly chided you.

That's how you found yourself now. Reading yet another daily newspaper of the New York Times, leg's crossed underneath you. Lips tilted upwards as you saw another photo of Peggy in her suit, shield clasped tightly in hand admiring her work for the city and almost how she protected the world.

As your eyes darted around the page, you felt an oncoming wetness hit your core that made you feel embarrassingly sick to your stomach in more ways than one. How can one simple woman in a suit, despite it being so well fitted- have such an affect on you?

A cough from the door brought you from your thoughts and you lifted your head up slowly. Peggy stood in a trench coat, doing well to hide her suit underneath but her hands despite her well painted nails seemed so.. strong it took everything in you not to shiver.

"I'm going out for a little while, I shouldn't be too long. Try not to injure yourself while I'm gone won't you sweetheart," Her voice carried such authority laced with something of poison.

All you could do was nod fast, words unable to form past your lips. You were no longer frail and afraid to talk, not always anyway. You'd have responded had it not been for the images dancing through your mind, one that you had no doubt she was aware of. Peggy loved to play games with you and your authority had little to none existent in this world. Not that it ever existed before with Wanda.

Her heels hit the floor in a pace indicating to you wherever she needed to be apparently wasn't planned. In the period of time that you'd resided here it had come to your attention she was never late for anything. If on the very rare occasion she was she always stood by the same motto- 'I'm not late, everyone else is merely early,' with no one daring to argue otherwise.

Deciding to busy yourself as you heard her apartment door shut and the sound of her becoming more and more distant, you'd settled on a little cleaning. What else was there for you to do?

Beginning in the pantry, you dusted the back of the cupboard, moving pots and pan's. The old tea-set hidden away for occasions not yet known to you. It spoke so clearly of Peggy in ways, yet her brawny self often contradicted the dainty tea-set.

As you moved from room to room, the minutes merged into one and you hadn't the faintest idea with how much time had passed. You never did when staying here though, given up hope of seeing Wanda or your own universe once more. Yet, the thought of leaving Peggy left an unsettling feeling in your stomach, twisting and turning it.

As your mind drifted over to the woman who often danced through your thoughts you'd approached her room. You'd scarcely ever come in here, only if you'd had a nightmare like a frightened child.

Even then, she'd escort you back to your own room slipping in with you. Her arms wrapping around you like a beacon- despite the feeing of a predatory approach lingering in the atmosphere.

The red door creaked open, the familiar squeak invading your senses. The smell hit you instantly, a rich taste of perfume's and spices. It smelt like a fragrance of cherry's and cinnamon. It was mixed with something of poisonous ivy the lingering metallic taste of blood and lust.

Feet carrying you forward, your eyes couldn't help but linger through the room. The bedsheets laying in front of you caused your mind to drift to places that were dark and sinfully dirty. It was wrong, toxic and barbaric but you couldn't resist.

Moving towards her vanity mirror with an auburn desk, you tried your best to clean and not allow your mind to succumb to disdainful feelings. Fingers drifting with a duster, until your hand grazed over her red laced panties.

Fingers touching the undergarments your mind screamed at you to stop, you weren't a prying kind. Peggy would scold you perhaps even kill you if she discovered what you were doing.

The thought's of calling her Captain Carter as her brazen hands, muscles and mouth moved over you. It was wrong, unthinkable but your mind was doing the thinking without intention. Your fingers had found their way into your underwear, rubbing you fast on your clit, needing the stimulation.

Moans slipped past your lips as your mind was falling so far underneath the covers of Peggy Carter; the lustful thoughts of her muscles, her tanned skin and that smart brain of hers. You'd almost fallen down onto the sheets themselves throwing all care of being caught to hell. That was until it caught your attention from the corner of your eye.

A silver key hung upon the the nail on the wall dangling in the light. Your hand lifted slowly from your underwear your innocent mind once more taking over as your feet moved before your mind. It was shaped in such a way of an elderly metal anyone would deem it out of place.

Instantly you thought of that one thing, the one forbidden moment of this apartment not even you had seen her enter as far as your knowledge went. At least not with your presence around Peggy. That one oak-green door. It was seen as the most important part of the apartment that remained untouched by you, forbidden fruit that you wanted to taste.

How or why you did not know, but your legs seemed to move without a sense of thought, moving without your mind instructing so. Drifting until you stood upon it, that one forbidden room calling you like a shadow of death in the night.

Shaking hands rose from your pocket, key clasped tightly within your nimble fingers. The silver object looked worn down, almost making your insides twisted and blood cold. Why, you were unsure perhaps it was due to the fear it wouldn't fit. Yet if it did, what would you find beyond.

Without second guessing yourself, the silver rusty key slit into the hole without hesitation. Your hands jittered with exhilaration and nerves, but it was too late to turn back now.

The door shifted from its hinges slowly creaking open, instinctively making you shut your eyes for some unknown involuntary reason. Shuffling into the room, floorboards creaked beneath your shoes and each breath you released made you shiver to your core.

Creaking open an eyelid you were met with an aurora of a red dimmed room, barely seeable to the naked eye. No other colours seemed to shine through, bare the slightest light from the door you had now stepped foot through. Turning your head to the left a glimpse of something hanging in a rather clipped row had caught your eye.

A strung of photo's lay out in a pegged line, seemingly drying off as though recently hung there. Others beneath them in a watery substance to which you were assumed to waiting for development. As your feet dragged your body forward, heading further into the room you came to a halt. A strange sense of bile rose up to your stomach, good or bad you were unaware until your eyes focused further upon the images.

A deep cold ice, ran through your veins as you focused on the pictures in front of your very eyes, heart dropping into the pit of your stomach. Everywhere you now looked you saw them all, everything.

Photo's of yourself hung on the walls, lining the string and if you looked down at the one's being developed you could make the outline of your facial shape.

Some seemed merely innocent enough, tea preparing in the kitchen taken from all at different angles. Cooking, reading even shoe polishing and cleaning seemed to picture you on her walls. Yet they were the least of the incriminating elements of the bunch. Turning on your heels ever so slightly you saw the others.

Painted upon the thin string was photo's of you in compromising positions, some asleep, covers half pulled down. Others taken from some form of secret angle as you were bathing in what you assumed to be secrecy. Every aspect of your life you presumed to be private no longer seemed so and you weren't sure whether you could stand it.

Hands drifted along the images, an unexplainable pit filled your lower region causing a heavy blush to form on cheeks, filling you up with desire and a heavy need. Yet, you should not feel this way. The older woman had invaded you, sneaked and snooped in areas one should not dare, yet it thrilled you.

The door behind your body creaked shut and your entire body froze up in fear, as though death itself had walked over your grave. It couldn't be? You didn't even hear Peggy enter the apartment, let alone walk around the floorboards.

Eyes fixated on the photo's you body shivered, not daring to move from your position, feet fixated on one point of the floorboard. You felt shuffling behind you, silent like a predator obsessed and desperate for its prey.

An aroma of her perfume invaded your senses from behind, her breath heavy on your neck. It was like a metallic malice drifting around the room, drawing you into the forbidden touch.

"I see you're incapable of following my instructions hm," her sultry but strict voice broke the inevitable silence.

"I'm um.." You began to stutter but a hand clasped over your mouth silencing you instantly.

Her perfectly red painted nails curled just perfectly around your plump lips, for some reason allowing even further heat to hit your core. It embarrassed you, you shouldn't feel this way considering you weren't really residing her by choice. Yet something about Peggy made you fall deeper into her trap.

"It was inevitable you'd be unable to resist the door of temptation eventually. I was merely waiting how long it would take you," she whispered huskily.

Her hands drifted down your waist, her face now pressed into the crook of your neck causing your entire body to shake with adrenaline. Her nose breathed in your scent and Peggy let out a heated heavy sigh, causing your legs to go to jelly.

"You see these photo's of you hm?" She asked and you could tell it wasn't a rhetorical question.

However, your brain was so foggy all you could do was merely nod as her teeth very lightly nipped at the nape of your neck causing a sharp gasp to slip past your lips. Though you couldn't see her, it was easy to guess a devious smirk was curled up on her face as her hands drifted down to your hips.

"This was what I saw everyday while you traipsed around my apartment, morning noon and night. You sweet little essence carrying through my 4 walls. Wanda thought she had you, she never touched you did she?" Peggy asked quizzically as her hands yanked your hips tighter to your own.

A small whimper left your lips as you tried to tilt your head into her direction. Yet, that earned you a small slap on your inner thigh and a moan gasped past your plump lips.

"Oh sweet girl, you're so innocent you don't know what I mean by touch you do you?" Her voice sounded possessive now almost like a venom had taken over poisoning through her veins.

"N-Not fully, I don't think you should-" you tried to mumble through her hand but it was clasped tightly over your mouth.

Her thick muscles drifted down your body, strong hands caressing the skin of your hips setting your bones alight. A slick sticky wetness began to form in a place that made you blush, one you felt once before when Wanda had accidentally walked in on you changing.

Yet, she merely looked you up and down like a pawn in a game, no serious interest within you and slammed the door shut. Peggy was different, the older woman seemed to want to worship you like the gods had created you for herself to admire and fawn over.

Her thigh slid between your legs causing your head to fly back in ecstasy and a deep chuckle left Peggy's lips. Her fingers marvelled over your now revealing skin, since she'd unknowingly to yourself ripped your pants off.

"Oh, but I think I should teach you a lesson. I may have wanted you to find this room, but did I give you permission?"

A low whimper left your lips which earned a hard growl from Peggy and her knee pressed harder in between your core, almost painfully as she cupped her cheek with her firm fingers.

"I asked you a question, answer it darling," she instructed firmly.

"No, no you didn't."

With that her hand slipped into your underwear rubbing hard and fast without mercy, causing you to cry out. If it wasn't for her strong grip on you, your legs would have turned to absolute jelly.

Peggy slipped to fingers into you, pumping ferociously causing you to let out a muffled scream. You'd never felt this feeling before, it was pleasurable. It was painful but like a thousand butterflies dancing within your stomach travelling down your body.

Shaking you found your own hips jerking up to meet her hard thrusts earning you a significantly hard bite on the side of your neck. Instantly, you knew it was bound to create a deep purple mark on your skin, as Peggy marked her territory. Her hands roaming your body, her muscular biceps you felt behind you now slick with sweat, the scent driving you into bliss.

A tight knot formed within your stomach as Peggy added yet another finger, her thrusts getting more intense with further intention. It was clear she wanted to possess your body, obsess over it in fact. Yet, there was nothing you could do to stop her, no power you held, no gods could halt the course of events unfolding. Even as you screamed her name, like the 4 walls were the only thing that could hear you she didn't slow down and a vision of white before darkness fell.

All you could hear was whispers of her voice, "That's my girl."

The painful sounds of shouting was what awakened you from your own mind, distant voices and the clashing of battles closing within you. Eyes flickering, for a moment assuming it was a dream, yet as your eyes flickered down you realised the dreaded yet somehow anticipating truth.

It was anything, but a dream. Eyes flickering down, you felt her strong hands once again caressing your skin, but your location was different now. Surroundings seeming off, vision trying to focus once more. A realisation hit you that Peggy had brought you to the midst of a battlefield with none other than Stephen Strange & Wanda Maximoff.

She was holding her shield, stretching it to an unbelievable degree as her other hand caressed your skin roughly. A sharp pain hit your lower core, glancing down realising she was making you ride her thigh. Not only that, you were hers to obsess over in front of everyone & while you should feel shame, you did not.

Instead as she made you fall over the edge again and again, not holding back once. Wanda and Stephen could do nothing but attempt to fight Peggy to gain you back from the clutches of the older one's arms. She whispered dirty thoughts within your ear, painting your face into a beetroot red colour.

"Imagine my shield being your way of getting off sweetheart, just look at how beautiful you look on my thigh," She continued to whisper somehow her strength being able to fight against the others.

Peggy was many things, possessive, obsessive and completely determined to keep you within her grasp. Even as her body was slick with sweat from fighting and using you as her outlet she was like a beauty of a goddess sent from heaven and hell to use you as she pleased. A constant battle of your vision fading in and out as you let the strength of the woman carry you into your bliss over and over again, broke everything in you making something more.

"Mine," was all you heard from the woman caressing your skin roughly, her callous hands sending you into a starlight of galaxy releasing all over her thigh once more.

[fishnapple]

Hiya River! 👋☺️🌻 Just wanna say thanks for seriously answering about my 'tsundere' astrology ask instead of dismissing it offhand! Some of the mentioned placements funnily enough do fit with the person I had in mind! 😂 Maybe it's just me, but I like being one of the few who can "crack the (tsundere) code" when it comes to intuiting a loved one's inner reactions. Especially, when they're already so solitary or tend to adopt a popular or professional mask around others. 🤭 Guess I don't mind a romantic challenge, but I also just like that feeling of being "special enough" to have earned that person's trust & love after proving I'm NOT playing around with their feelings, if that makes sense? I also admit to sometimes like figuring out people who are a bit of a mystery~! 🕵️ IDK how to phrase my question exactly, but do you think there's any astrology placements related to folks who don't mind a romantic "challenge" aka. get easily drawn to partners who act exclusive, coy, or play hard to get? I know everybody has their own unique motives for liking such partners (some healthy, some not so much... ☠️), but I was just curious! 🤭 Sorry if my question is too confusingly worded to answer but thanks for reading this anyways! 🫶 - From 🔥 & 🧊

Hello 🔥 & 🧊, I think regardless of astrological placements, the majority of people tends to like a bit of a challenge in romance. 👀

Placements that get drawn to romantic challenges

Strong Mars influence: The desire to conquer, loving the chase. They are brave and direct, won't get discouraged by a challenge (likely get turned on by it). But they can be impatient so if the challenge goes on for too long, they will lose interest. (Notable placements: Mars-Moon aspect: emotional resilience, Mars-Sun: confidence, Mars-Mercury: curiosity, Mars-Saturn: patience, Mars-Pluto: desire to conquer and uncover mysteries, Mars in 5H or 7H: love the chase of romance, like to pursue)

Strong Saturn influence: They like to "work" for the affection of the other person. A pursuit too easy, too comfortable can make them suspicious of the "quality" (a false suspicion sometimes). A love/ a person worth pursuing is someone of high values, and a "hard to get" person can seem like that to them (again, not always the case). A fruit tastes sweeter when you work hard to get it from the high branch.

Strong Pluto influence: They're drawn to mysteries, to uncover the true essence of someone behind their mask. The more they sense that someone is hiding something, the more curious they're about that person. It won't guarantee that once they have gotten to the core of the other person, they will stay though. They're likely to act coy, hard to get themselves, they understand the game so well, they're not going to let anyone beat them in it, it can be a hit-or-miss, they can be either turned on or off by the challenge.

Strong Neptune influence: While they may not actively do the chasing, they like to do the attracting once they sense that they can charm a hard to get person. The idea of being the one, being special in someone's eyes can be attractive. They want to be the one who can touch the softer part of the other person. Saturn and Neptune influence, or a strong Moon, can have the similar effect of wanting to "fix" the other person.

Personal planets in Cardinal signs (Aries, Cancer, Libra, Capricorn): They like to initiate, go after what they want (not that the other signs don't go after what they want, but their way is more about attracting, passive energy), they usually have strong will so they're likely to not be deterred from romantic challenges.

Afflicted Sun/Moon/Venus: Some can have low self-confidence, self-esteem or are mistrustful in love that they think love should be hard to get. A tumultuous, difficult love or a difficult partner might appeal more to them than a peaceful, easy one.

[smehur]

Drarry fic recs #6

[podfic] Kill, Fuck, Marry written by @lettersbyelise and read by @timothysboxers

Malfoy leans toward him with a baleful look. “I do believe Pansy Parkinson, my best friend, paid you to spend the evening with me. It’s my birthday, Potter. So you’re going to get off your Gryffindor arse, and you’re going to dance with me. I want to dance. I want to win. I want that bloody trophy on my shelf before the end of the night.” Harry and Draco unexpectedly meet again on Draco’s birthday, years after their last encounter.

A delightful fic and a phenomenal reading! There are few things I love more than ex-rivals Harry and Draco discovering they actually enjoy each other's company, especially when it's done with such humor. The game of kill, fuck, marry was hilarious, and so was the dancing. And Draco's final birthday wish, well. 🔥 A phrase seen in many stories but rarely delivered with quite that much cheek. I'm all smiles and biting lips just thinking about it. 10/10 would read/listen again.

ready, able by @garagepaperback

“Well, even if we went through with it, it wouldn’t work. But thanks for the grand heroic rushing in. A certain element of purity is needed to break it." Malfoy licks his lips, "You’d have to be a virgin.” Harry keeps every muscle on his face particularly still, hoping it looks to Malfoy as absolutely blank as it feels to him. Half a minute passes. “No,” Malfoy, already doing a poor job of sitting normally on his chair, bends in half, nearly falling out of it. He’s laughing. “No, Potter, no. No- don’t- you’re twenty-five years old!” “And?” Harry asks, heat staining his face. - Malfoy has a problem, Harry wants to help.

Apart from being captivating, tantalizing and touching, this story is also an interesting (and, for this reader, unique) take on the fuck-or-die trope, which I'll generally read "for fun" but will only take "seriously" if it's somehow challenged and reshaped till choice reasserts itself. Like in this fic! Which, on top of everything, (spoiler alert!) ends with one of the hottest sex scenes in my HP reading so far. Truly exquisite. 👌

Savage by @marguerite26

In a post-war world that lives in fear and ignorance of werewolves, Draco Malfoy has taken every step to keep his condition hidden. When the delicate balance of his life shatters in a single moment, it is Harry Potter alone standing in his defence.

Another instance where excellent fic managed to sell me a trope I'm not a fan of: werewolves! It's a phenomenal story, with an interesting, political plot, excellent pacing, flawless characterization and steaming hot sex. What more could one hope for?

Virtuous by @heyjude19-writing

Draco is only sin inverted.

I loved this short piece down to the last word. It's so multifaceted! At face value, it's a confession of an unredeemed Draco, but is he? Is he really? Or did "fake it till you make it" work a little better than he expected? I'm fascinated by this because it touches on the question of whether a person can really change, which is, obviously, central to Drarry. Does a selfish motivation behind an act of kindness make the act less kind? I don't know the answers. But I do so enjoy fic that asks the questions!

Draco in Darkness by plumeria47

Following an accident in his seventh year, Draco loses his eyesight. After Harry elbows his way into Draco's dark world, both boys find themselves in a strange new friendship, and they each learn new ways to see each other … and themselves.

This story is very old and predates the canon ending of the series (thus missing out on a lot of canon Drarry content that would've made it even better). It's also a bit old-fashioned, compared to the fic I mostly read these days, and it triggered some of my technical pet peeves. Yet it hooked me within the first few paragraphs, and I grew to love it with a slow-burn passion. Draco's sudden disability is depicted in a very straight-forward, matter-of-fact, incredibly effective yet sensitive way; and his manner of coping with it is perfectly in character. Meanwhile, Harry is blind in his own way, which helps build the tension but never crosses the line of being too contrived. I had so many feels reading this. It's just beautiful, warts and all.

As always, my heartfelt thanks to the authors of these, and all other lovely stories shared within this amazing fandom, and to the readers helping spread the word. 🥰

[comically-callous]

Muggleborn reader taking Reggie to a sport game

I'm alive.

Regulus Black x reader

A/n TYSM FOR 100 FOLLOWERS HOLY SHIT???? This is the most American baseball game you could possibly think of despite the fact that this supposedly takes place in Britain. Sorry if anything's super inaccurate I'm not a sports person 😕 Anyways requests are open.

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this." Regulus said as you dragged him along behind you.

A cool summer breeze drifted through the air as you and your best friend walked toward the line for the ticket booth.

"I can't either. I thought you'd chicken out on me last minute." You teased and he rolled his eyes.

You'd somehow managed to convince your best friend, Regulus, to accompany you to a baseball game over the summer break. And it really did take some major convincing. His parents were quite adamant about his total lack of engagement with anything even slightly related to muggles. That's why they didn't know about you, and that's why they didn't know Regulus had snuck out to spend time with you.

Once the two of you found a spot in line, you turned to Regulus and smiled. "But, seriously. I'm glad you could make it." You said sweetly.

Regulus' eyes darted down to where your hands were still interlinked.

"Oh," You let go of his hand and nervously looked away. "Sorry."

"No, it's okay." His cheeks turned slightly pink as he put his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

After standing in the line for about 10 minutes, the two of you finally got your tickets and walked into the stadium.

Regulus' eyes seemed to be constantly moving, looking at all of the things he'd probably never seen before.

"Do you wanna get food right now or should we wait?" You asked.

Regulus looked back to you. "They serve food here?"

"I don't have muggle money." Regulus stated.

"You can't go to a muggle sports event without them serving food." You chuckled as you led him to one of the concession stands.

"Who said I was making you pay?" You pulled out your wallet and handed him $20

Regulus blinked, suprised. "You don't have to pay for me, Y/n." He tried to hand the money back.

"No!" You made him close his hand around the money and pushed it back to him. "This is your first time going to a baseball game! You can't go to a baseball game without getting concessions."

Regulus, once again, blushed when you touched his hand. "... Fine."

The two of you were finally in your seats with all of your concessions. You had to explain how the game worked to Regulus and he seemed to understand after a while.

Once the game started Regulus glanced over to you. "So... What team are we supposed to be cheering for?" He asked.

"The guys wearing red." You answered.

"And that's because?"

"Because they're superior."

"What if I don't agree?" He challenged.

"Then I'll leave you at this stadium in the cold and dark to fend for yourself." You replied sarcastically.

He gasped. "You wouldn't!" He chuckled. "You love me too much."

You let a smile play on your lips. "Yeah. You're right."

Regulus felt his cheeks grow hot and he quickly looked away, turning his attention back to the game.

By the time the game was over, the sun was down. Regulus has spent most of the game feeling a bit flustered, blushing everytime your hands brushed against one another, his glances lingering a second too long.

"So, time to go now?"

"Nope." You shook your head. "We've gotta stay for the fireworks."

"The fireworks?"

"Yeah. They shoot off fireworks after the games every weekend." You said. "I wanna watch them, if that's okay with you."

"Yeah... Yeah, it sounds nice."

A few minutes passed before the first firework shot into the sky, painting the night sky with a stunning blue color.

You gasped and excitedly shook Regulus' arm a bit. "They're starting!"

Regulus looked over to you. Your eyes were wide and seemed to sparkle as they looked up at the firework display.

You were so beautiful.

"Y/n..." His voice was soft. Like he was whispering something only your ears would ever get to hear.

"Yeah?" You turned your attention to him.

"I uh..." He felt his heart beat fast. "Can I tell you something?"

You silently nodded and he continued. "I should've told you this way sooner, and I totally get it if you're weirded out by this or whatever... I... Like you. I like you a lot. And I have for a while now."

You sat there, stunned for a moment. His heart beat faster in anticipation for your response.

You finally spoke. "Seriously?"

"Seriously." He nodded. "Is... That okay?"

You paused for a split second. "More than okay." You leaned toward him and softly kissed his lips.

Fireworks went off as he kissed you and he knew this would be the best summer of his life.

[filmofhybe]

Hellooo!! Could you do enhypen doing try not to kiss challenge with their s/o? Tyy!! Have a nice day.

no kisses?

pairing : ot7! x afab reader! genre : fluff warning : kissing ? a bit of swearing & begging , 770 words

a/n : requests are now opened again! Feel free to leave any ideas / rant I’ll try my best to answer them all &lt;3

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にしむら りき Nishimura Riki + 성훈 Sunghoon + 박종성 Park Jeongseong

the mfs that would give you that “you think you’re funny?” Look. Like why do you want to do the try not to kiss challenge?!? Will start saying stuff like “oh you don’t want my luscious lips now?”. TEASING YOU CUZ YOU WERE TEASING HIM. Just don’t do this challenge with him cuz he won’t kiss you back unless you do. (Actually takes this game seriously lol)

“babe let’s do the try not to kiss challenge!” He flashes you the “you think your funny?” Look.

“what is just for fun! Come on!” You kept begging him. To be honest you don’t even know why you want to do the challenge. You are absolutely addicted to his pink rosy lips. But I guess you were just bored and needed some entertainment.

“Don’t cry to me when you want my kisses. Loser pays for the dinner tonight.” You both made a deal before minding your own business. About 3 hours has gone by, and you desperately need his lips on yours. You know you shouldn’t have done this challenge because he kept teasing you with comments.

“bet you miss my lips right now haha too bad..”

“my lip balm be tasting real nice right now. Wanna guess the flavor?”

“my lips be glossy asf!!”

acting all zesty to get your attention😭

Sad to break it to you, you lost the game because after 5 minutes you dashed your whole body on top of his and kissed him deeply. You can feel him smirk into the kiss like “haha I win!”. Pulling you closer as he wrap his arms around your waist.

“I know you can’t resist me. I don’t even know why you even try..”

“Shut up what do you want for dinner..?”

심재윤 Sim Jaeyun + 정원 jungwon

the ones that will participate but will give up 5 minutes in. You will try persuading him to continue but they will start pouting cuz they want to kiss you so bad. Like cling onto you for the rest of the night because you will give him kisses on his face. Yeah they are a big baby when it comes to this.

“love let’s do the try not to kiss challenge!” He doesn’t understand why your so excited for this. Isn’t it suppose to be a horrible thing to not receive kisses? Well too him it is.

“uh..why would we be doing this?”

“Because it’s fun! Let’s see how long we can last okay?” 5 minutes later your lovely boyfriend is now pouting, begging you to stop this challenge because he can’t stand your lips not being on his. He’s so addicted to them he can’t even last 5 minutes without it.

“Please baby I need your lips on mines… is been too long…”

“sweetie is only been 5 min-” he pulls you into his lap before you finish speaking. His lips on yours, tasting your sweet cherry lip gloss that got him so tempted to kiss you.

“You need to stop with all these bullshit challenges cuz what are you tryna do to me…?”

“oh..no-nothing…”

희 승 heeseung + 선우 Sunoo

the ones who just laughs after you suggested it cuz bro ain’t participating in these challenges. HE THINKS IS STUPID. They just ignore you if you keep asking. Will 100% kiss you before you can even start the challenge. They just don’t like doing these type of challenges because he wants your attention 25/8 as well as your kisses so there’s no point.

“Hey love! Wanna do the try not to kiss chall-”

“No. End of discussion.”

“WHAT? I didnt even Finish my sentence.”

“baby you know you will fail so I don’t even know why you wanna try.”

“but-” you got cut off when he smashes his lips against yours. Kissing the corner of your lips before pulling away.

“See you can’t even last 5 minutes if we did the challenge..” now he’s the one laughing because of your shocked expression your face. Totally not expecting him to kiss you out of nowhere.

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Rocking Around the Christmas Tree (A Bangchan X Changbin X Hyunjin---

WAITTTT!

So, before you read this...um...masterpiece, if that's what you wanna call it...I think I need to explain...whatever this is.

So, every week, me and my two roommates hang out with each other. Play video games, make absolute cursed covers of Stray Kids songs (because I'm slowly indoctrinating them into the Stray Kids Fandom), and do silly goofy challenges.

That is what this is.

Pretty much, we thought it'd be fun to write a threesome smut because 1, they both know that I write smut for Tumblr, and 2, we joke about the three of us being in a relationship and fucking all the time. But, we added a small twist.

You see, we each got 20 minutes to write our parts of the story. And once 20 minutes was up, the only thing the next person got to read was the last paragraph. That was the only context they had, and they had to use that to continue the story.

Yeah. Chaotic.

Well, my two roommates thought it'd be HILARIOUS if we took that smut that we wrote, slapped three Stray Kids members onto it, and called it a day. They pretty much wanted to see how people would react to it, and such.

So, that's what I'm doing.

I know it's not my usual content, and it's, um...really random. Also Hyunjin has a cunt for some reason? Roommate's request. But I figured it'd be a fun little thing for all of you. So I hope you enjoy...um...this.

Rocking Around the Christmas Tree (A Bangchan X Changbin X Hyunjin Smut?)

Summary: Honestly, I wish I had an answer. It's something silly goofy me and my roomies did, and now it's Stray Kids?

Pairing: Bangchan X Changbin X Hyunjin

Genre: Smut. Literally, just smut.

Warnings: Boy Pussy! Hyunjin, switch! Chan, switch! Changbin, use of toys (ball gag, three way dildo, vibrating butt plug), oral sex (blow job and cunnilingus), deep throating, traumatizing strangers (not actually, you'll get it), squirting, Chan and Hyunjin get shoved through window, a bit of blood, literally anything else that I forgot that's probably in there, idk man, this entire thing has just been a blur, 100% 18+ (seriously like if you're a minor don't read, I really don't wanna scar you with this pls and thank you <3)

Word Count: 1.7K

(My Part) Changbin and Hyunjin couldn't believe their eyes. This gift that Chan got them both was just...whoa.

It was christmas, well...roomie christmas. And so far, all of the presents had been decent until now. They both knew that Chan had a creative mind, and that he had suggested getting a toy like this, but...they weren't expecting him to have actually found one.

"You...You actually bought a three-way dildo?" Changbin asked, his face red as Hyunjin just busted out laughing.

"Well, DUH! Why wouldn't I have?" Chan responded. The two didn't pay any attention to Hyunjin dying of laughter in the background, rather focusing on their conversation. "We've talked about using it, right?"

"Well, yeah, but I didn't think that you'd actually find one." Changbin said, only for Chan to move close, smirking at Changbin as Hyunjin took the toy, studying it closely.

"Surprise." Chan whispered, Changbin shying away. He couldn't believe this. But Chan? Oh, he was loving his shy roommate's reaction. "Well, we should try it, shouldn't we? Hyunnie?"

"Oh, I DEFINITELY think we should." Hyunjin responded, before going to Changbin and giving him a kiss on his lips, Changbin melting at the small show of affection. "Don't you, Hyung?"

"I..." Changbin only blushed, before giving a shy nod. Hyunjin and Chan cooed, before giving each other a nod, pulling their pajama shorts and boxers down, Chan taking Changbin's off as well.

Chan hummed as he saw Changbin's dick, giving it a kiss before looking up at Changbin and Hyunjin, an idea coming to mind. As much as he wanted to try the three way dildo, he also wanted to give his roommates some love, too.

"Hyunjin, you should sit on Changbin's face. We gotta get ourselves prepped, right?" Chan asked, Hyunjin humming.

"I like that idea." Hyunjin agreed, before straddling Changbin's face. He slowly lowered himself down, Changbin wrapping his arms around Hyunjin's thighs, holding him down as he started to eat him out. All the while, Chan started suckling on Changbin's tip, making him moan out. And Changbin moaning made Hyunjin moan as well.

To compensate for not being able to give Chan any treatment, Hyunjin took the three way dildo in his hands, guiding one of the three dicks and putting it into his mouth, sucking off the silicone, his moans muffled because of it.

Chan smiled, happy to hear his two roommates enjoying themselves, only moving himself closer to Changbin's cock, opening his mouth and taking Changbin's dick deep into his throat. Changbin only whined, his hips bucking, his eyes rolling back into his head. It only made Chan hum, pulling off and licking a stripe up his dick before continuing.

Changbin tried not to pay attention to it, rather trying to focus on giving Hyunjin's cunt attention. He was moaning from Chan, but he made sure to pay attention to Hyunjin's clit, knowing that was what he liked. And sure enough, he heard Hyunjin squeal, his hips moving against Changbin's face just right. Changbin only moaned at it, gripping his hips more and guiding his movements.

Hyunjin continued to moan against the unique dildo, taking it out of his mouth to lean forward, setting his hands on Changbin's built chest, the three way dildo falling out of his hands so he could focus on the pleasure he was in.

"Fuck, just like that...Changbin...!" Hyunjin moaned out. Changbin only hummed in response, before gasping against Hyunjin's pussy, feeling Chan deepthroat him, his nose pushing against Changbin's pubic bone. Changbin moaned out loudly, his hips bucking up again, Chan only giggling as he watched Changbin react. He then pulled up, gasping for air, smirking to Changbin.

"Someone's sensitive...just like always." Chan spoke, looking back up at Hyunjin. "Keep sucking that dildo, Hyunnie. You gotta get all three heads ready, right?"

"Ye-Yeah, but...Fuck, Hyung...this feels so good--"

"Ah-Ah, dicks in mouth. You know better, baby." Chan spoke. Hyunjin only whined, doing his best to sit up again, only to flop against Changbin. Changbin helped him get steady, the man pulling away from Hyunjin's cunt, panting.

"I got you...it's okay...." Changbin said, keeping Hyunjin steady on top of him before lifting his head up again, latching back onto Hyunjin's pussy. Hyunjin took a breath, before sitting back up, grinding his hips down against Changbin's face before putting the three way dildo back into his mouth, looking to Chan for his approval. And the hum that left him was all Hyunjin needed to moan again, his body shuddering as Changbin's tongue flicked his clit once more.

(Roomie #1's Part) Chan shuffled over to face Changbin's dick. A devilish grin plastered on his face as he began to aggressively suck on Changbin's cock. Changbin moaned loudly into Hyunjin; the vibrations only adding to his pleasure. Hyunjin grabbed the slim, black remote next to them and pushed the power button.

"Fuck, Hyunjin!" Chan moaned as the butt plug inside him began vibrating. He shoved Hyunjin off of Changbin, grabbing the three way dildo and shoving it into Hyunjin's pussy. Changbin quickly followed suit; not wanting to be left out of what they all knew was going to happen next.

"You ready, bitches?" Chan said gruffly, shoving the third rubberized dick into his ass. Hyunjin and Changbin's agreeances (ps that's not even a word lol) could barely be heard as Chan began thrusting into them. A sea of moans could be heard from the hallway as a delivery man quickly dropped off a package. He didn't want his own package to be affected by the noise.

Hyunjin couldn't hold himself back anymore as his body began to shiver uncontrollably. It was obvious he was about to orgasm. Chan quickly grabbed the ball gag and forced it into Hyunjin's mouth, and it only took a few seconds later for his juices to squirt all over Chan.

"I didn't even get time to properly secure it," Chan teased.

"Fuck you," Hyunjin replied breathlessly with his cheeks flushing from embarrassment. Chan removed the three way dildo from all of them. He glanced over at Changbin, and not wanting him to be left out, he grabbed his thighs and squeezed them tightly. Changbin's eyes pierced into Chan's, and Chan hesitated.

"You know damn well who the dominant one is," spoke Changbin with a cheeky grin.

(Roomie #2's Part) Changbin stands up immediately, yanking the three-way dildo out of Chan's hands.

"Get up," says Changbin in a stern tone. "Both of you."

Both Chan and Hyunjin get up as fast as they can, legs shaking from what happened earlier. Changbin approaches them with a glare in his eyes.

"Open wide, you're gonna want to."

Chan and Hyunjin obey and open their mouths as wide as possible. Changbin shoves the three-way dildo into their mouths, hearing their choking sounds from their throats. Changbin starts a back and forth motion with the dildo, and hears the gagging noises that come from both Hyunjin and Chan.

"That's right, I wanna see that bulge in your throat. I want to know that you both can't handle me," Changbin says seductively.

Hyunjin and Chan try to maintain eye contact with Changbin, but it's very difficult with the giant dick in their throats.

"Alright, I've had enough," Changbin growls, and he rips the dildo out of their mouths and tosses it aside. Hyunjin and Chan start gasping for air, finally being able to breathe.

When they think they've had a break from Changbin's torment, they find that they're very wrong. Changbin rips the blinds open from the window in the living room, and takes Chan and Hyunjin by the throat. He slams them into the window and Hyunjin lets out a moan from the violence. The cold from the December weather seeps into Chan and Hyunjin's bodies.

"S-s-s-s-so c-c-cold," says Chan through a breathy moan.

"I kinda like it," Hyunjin replies to her.

While Chan and Hyunjin freeze their asses off on the window, Changbin is stroking his dick, trying to get it to it's true and final form.

"Come on!!!" he yells. After a few more minutes of searching, the frantic wanking stops.

"Finally," Changbin says in a breathy chuckle. He whips out his 15-incher, walking back over to them.

"But Changbin, that's too big, you can't use it!" Hyunjin exclaims.

Changbin stomps over to Hyunjin and grabs him by the neck, pulling him back to whisper against his ear.

"I'll do what I damn well please." He pushes the dick into Hyunjin's gaping hole and immediately Hyunjin lets out a yelp. Changbin doesn't slow down either, pounding into Hyunjin's pussy while Hyunjin's head is banging on the window.

"Chan, make yourself useful," Changbin commands him.

Chan, not wanting to make his alpha mad, gets down below Changbin. He can hear Hyunjin and Changbin's panting from the rough fucking going on above him. He licks a long line up Changbin's ass.

"FUCK!" Changbin yells, as the stimulation from being eaten out and fucking his roommate gets to him. Now both Hyunjin and Changbin are screaming in pleasure, while Chan is making slurping sounds from drinking all of Changbin's juices.

"Changbin, I'm right there, don't stop!" Hyunjin exclaims.

Changbin makes deeper and deeper thrusts, and with a final push, Hyunjin's head breaks through the glass of the window. Hyunjin comes right then and there, his moans loud enough for all of South Korea to hear.

Chan keeps up his pace and Changbin's not too far behind Hyunjin before he comes as well.

"DAMNIT CHAN!!!" Changbin yells as he comes right all over Hyunjin's back. Changbin and Hyunjin take a few minutes to calm themselves after that overwhelming experience, while Chan cleans up Hyunjin.

Hyunjin's head is still out the window, and his naked body is on display, when he hears:

"Mommy, what's that?"

It's a child walking on the sidewalk with their mother outside of their unit.

"DON'T LOOK TIMMY!!!" the mother says as she pulls him away. The child starts crying, and that's when Hyunjin knows he needs to get out of the window.

Hyunjin carefully pulls himself back into the living room, but his head is bleeding from where the glass cut him. Chan stands up and starts licking at Hyunjin's wounds.

"I'm into that shit, we should experiment with blood next time," Chan smirks. Hyunjin smiles back with a chuckle.

Changbin finally pulls out of Hyunjin with a sigh, and they all plop down on Hyunjin's living room bed, gasping for breath. As the sweat is drying from their skin, Wolf Chan, Dwaekki, and Jiniret are looking down on them all, scarred for life.

The End~

Hey! Firstly, thank you so much for reading this post, and I really hope you enjoyed! If you did, please like, reblog, or comment so I can see how I'm doing with writing and getting feedback! I hope you have a lovely day! Sleep well, stay in good health, and eat something if you haven't! ❤️❤️❤️

And have Merry Christmas!

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...So, some news. I haven't made any art in a hot minute. Eh, I mean, I was doing like some other stuff meanwhile. Like I sewed an outfit for a doll, played more games on a 3DS consol I got second-hand, now I'm making a random cardboard screen from scraps of doll packaging. Um, well, this doesn't really have a point... But, since I stopped doing art content for fandoms I've honestly been... happier. I mean, I'm a bit over LMK, can't get a single cookie out of me. I have ides for other arts, but I kinda don't feel like doing them right away. I've been thinking more of reviving my YouTube channel. I watched a bit of my old videos, and I seemed so happy, and it's funny how halves of all my videos were lore dumps about the games. Um, also idk, still thinking about making video games.

What I'm getting at is, this is a full semi hiatus warning I guess. Yeah, I don't know any more, will probably also take my health even more seriously, especially now that it turns out what I was told to do actually has a very good effect! So yeah... I still love all I made so far, and the lovely community, but I guess it's time to move on from trying to please everyone with art content I make. Honestly, it was stressing me, and I really need to relearn how to just doodle for fun again.

Eh, anyway, I thought I might make one more LMK OC as like, the last hurray, you know? The Idea is to do the random colour challenge, then create each design piece for the OC with different variants, letting you choose with a poll what you like the best. So let me know if you'd like to do that!

And obviously, you can still ask me about all my creations and lore, I would still love to talk about it, and asks are always open. Answers will just be coming painfully slow, ugh-

So.... that's all for now, thank you all for everything <3

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10 + 14 + 20 for the ask game <3

[fic ask game] thanks for playing with me nonnie!!

10 ⧽. what genre is generally the easiest or most enjoyable for you to write? which is the hardest?

these two questions fit so well together because it's like... yeah.... what do i write? i think maybe the most common type of story i write is like canon based tropes-taken-seriously. like the edge of realism that you'd expect from a canon-based fic set in the Real World, as opposed to like tropey escapism that delights in its own ridiculousness (also an incredible genre which i love). but i don't actually think that's the easiest or most enjoyable thing to write. i find the significant constraints of staying within canon makes it feel more like a technical exercise, and making that aspext work is often the part that feels most laborious. but i also feel like i "have to" in that like... the way i love the genre of fanfic so much, and a huge part of that is canon-based stories where it actually feels grounded in the world as it is legitimately known to you as a reader. that the people feel accurately in character. it's the purest form of fanfic, as a genre, to me. so i feel at least somewhat compelled to write that type of story. for example, i found it reasonably difficult to write taking care, but now that it's done i really like it and it hits a lot of the "what i want as a reader" notes. but then on the other hand, i'd say alternate universe are both the easiest and most enjoyable to write. it feels fun as opposed to challenging to try to weave little bits of canon in, and otherwise free to get to make up anything, and i end up feeling a lot "closer" to the stories. so like canon based stories feel like "i would like to read this if someone else wrote it" and aus feel like "eye wrote this."

14 ⧽. is there anything outside of your normal content that you want to write?

i find it very hard to make this type of assessment about myself, but i THINK that there's a fair amount of variety in what i write? like that post has been going around about "finishing reading a story and going to the author's profile hoping they've written a bunch more of the exact same thing" and i don't think people would particularly feel that way with my profile?????? i've wondered about this, so you could tell me if i'm wrong! i know sometimes we think our own stuff is like soooOO different because we're staring at it from 2 cm away but from an objective outsider it's like, nah. and just because of how much i've written, i definitely think you could find comparable stories if you went across different fandoms. but regardless, when i'm writing i quite commonly feel like i'm trying to do something new to what i've done before, just because i really like novelty and hate feeling bored. so i think i've already ticked off quite a few things that i knew i wanted to try. the only thing i can think of now is writing fantasy, which i have technically done that a couple times before. but i've read sooo much fantasy since then and i'm curious how it would feel now to write the genre that i've probably done most of my original novel reading in for the last few years.

20 ⧽. answer any one of the other questions that you want to!

I chooooose.... 19 ⧽. give a hint/teaser about something you're writing without any context or explanation! tease us haha

Lando hadn’t forgotten, but he’d briefly stopped considering the history of his feelings for Alex. It wasn’t his fault that he spent his teenage years looking like a primary schooler while Alex was making his way through the karting ranks on beast mode. Every time they ended up at the same party, Alex disappeared midway through to get a blowie in someone’s guest bedroom and Lando got questioned by some kindly tall person if his parents knew where he was. 

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The Climb

Summary: You're a scientist, an engineer to be exact. Called to a meeting you had no real right to be at, Optimus Prime takes an exclusive interest in you, but you can't help but ask yourself at every turn, Why?

Rating: 18+ 🌹🩸🍆

Story Masterlist

Chapter 15

Ratchet was worried. Optimus was recovering well but slowly. His body was still trying to cope with a piece of his Spark being removed. It was normal for the most part, he should have taken longer to deal with the trauma, but his worry for Jane was distressing him and it was only slowing his recovery.

     ‘I will be fine.’ Optimus kept saying, brushing off Ratchet’s concerns. ‘How is Jane?’

     Ratchet folded his arms and sighed. ‘She is alive, but still unconscious. Your Spark is struggling to understand the new body it is in, it will take time for us to know whether it will be successful, or not.’

     It wasn’t the answer that Optimus wanted, but it was the right one to give him, to make him understand what he had done to the woman he loved.

     ‘Optimus, do not do anything to disturb this.’ Ratchet warned. ‘I know what you are thinking, but this is a path she and your Spark must walk alone. She must come back to us on her own.’

     Optimus bowed his head, it was clear to Ratchet that he had been considering something very stupid, but his feelings for this woman, as noble as they may have been, could cost her, her life.

---

Optimus had been summoned to a meeting with the humans again, a few days after Ratchet had warned him to leave Jane to recover alone, and his Spark had almost entirely healed. It would only be another few hours before he was able to call himself fully repaired.

     The meeting had been to discuss Jane’s efforts and the completion of her mission, though there had been an agreement to keep the details of her survival quiet. Only those who had been directly involved would know what really happened, the official report told a different story, one where Jane had a heart transplant.

     ‘Is there anything else we should know about what happened?’ Smith, the annoying spokesperson for the president asked, pacing the balcony in the main hanger.

     ‘Such as?’ Optimus challenged, knowing exactly what Smith was trying to get out of him.

     ‘Harding fell thirty thousand feet through the air, no parachute as far as the satellite footage can tell, she was unconscious, unable to survive the fall.’ Smith made every word clear and Optimus did not appreciate being treated like a child. ‘Care to explain how she is now laying in a hospital bed perfectly fine?’

     ‘I believe your people called it a heart transplant,’ Optimus leaned in, daring Smith to argue with him. ‘The process, as I understand it, is to take a healthy heart from one who has given permission for-‘

     ‘Don’t play games with me!’ Smith snapped. ‘You did something. You and your people did something using your technology to bring her back to life.’

     Optimus remained quiet, placing his hand on the balcony and leaning close to Smith, who began to back away, thinking better of his tone.

     ‘Dr Harding saved your planet,’ he spoke low and seriously. ‘She gave her life for yours, despite my lack of belief that it could ever hold the same value, and now she is recovering and gathering the rest needed to receive your thanks for her sacrifice. That is what happened.’

     Optimus hoped he was clear, he didn’t lie, but he couldn’t reveal the truth of what happened.

     Smith still wasn’t having it, he questioned everything about the mission, but Optimus held strong. He would never allow Jane to come to harm and if Smith found out about his Spark being transferred into her body, she would surely be taken away to suffer experimentation. Under his watch, that would never happen.

     ‘You know what I think?’ Smith paced again, he just wouldn’t quit. ‘I think you used your technology to save Harding, I think you brought her back from the dead. I think you possess the technology that could save a lot of people on this planet, that you refuse to share. Now, we’re not asking for weapons, or anything remotely dangerous, all we’re asking is for the chance to actually save lives. As far as I’m concerned, every life that is lost while you refuse to help, is on your conscience.’

     Optimus felt a growl sitting in his chest.

     ‘What do you say to that?’

     ‘I say: your convoluted reasoning is only another example of why we will not share our technology with you.’ Optimus stood firm. ‘Your capacity for creative engineering would certainly lead you to find a way to weaponize any technology shared. More life would be lost as a result of-‘

     Optimus stopped mid sentence. Even Smith was confused.

     The great Autobot leader was silent, he was still for a moment, before looking towards the exit of the hanger. Something was happening, but he could place his finger on it.

     ‘You can’t run away from this conversation.’ Smith said, realising he may have had a chance at gaining the upper hand.

     Optimus ignored him, something more important was happening. He ventured out of the hanger, looking around as if his eyes landing on something in the immediate area would somehow tell him what to do.

     Lennox, Smith and a few other officials followed him out of the hanger, hoping for some kind of explanation. Ratchet and Ironhide stepped across from their own hanger to find out what was going on.

     ‘What is it, Optimus?’ Ironhide asked the question on everyone’s mind.

     ‘I do not know.’ Optimus shook his head, turning around to examine the whole base.

     His gaze found the hill that he and Jane had gone to numerous times before she made the climb. He needed to go there.

     Optimus transformed into the blue and red flaming truck and raced towards the top of the hill. Ratchet held his hand out to stop Ironhide going after him.

     ‘He must do this alone.’ Ratchet explained, pulling Ironhide away from Smith in particular. ‘If this is what I think it is, she must accept it for herself.’

---

I could feel the hot sun beating down on my face, it was almost soothing in comparison to the cold wind that had previously been rushing past me on the fall from the ship. I opened my eyes and was almost immediately blinded by the brightness of the sun. I could feel hot sand under my fingertips, hardened stone just beneath it.

     Clouds were rushing past me, but there was no sound, it was just a soft pulsing, like I was inside something electrical. My body hurt, my joints still felt like glass, my muscles were still drained of all energy, but somehow, I was still forcing myself to stand.

     ‘We have been watching you for a long time.’ A deep and booming voice suddenly surrounded me.

     I turned to find the source of it and was confronted by giant, god-like, mechanical creatures, who looked a lot like Autobots, but they were different to the ones that had come to Earth. They were skeletal and basic, almost like primitive versions, made up only of essential components.

     I stood up fully, curious more than afraid. I supposed if they wanted to harm me, they would have done already.

     ‘Where am I?’ I asked, my voice was clear, echoing across the baron landscape, a far cry from how sore and dry my throat felt.

     ‘You are where you are supposed to be.’ Another of the giants spoke, this time it was a much more feminine voice. ‘You have been presented with a gift that few could ever be worthy of. The Spark of another is a great gift, but the Spark of a Prime comes with a price.’

     ‘I don’t understand.’ I shook my head. ‘What happened? I don’t remember anything… I died.’

     ‘Your organic heart was not strong enough to withstand the fall.’ The giant continued, she stepped forward and kneeled in front of me, but she was still a giant in my eyes. Towering over me, but again, more curious than anything. ‘Our last descendant, Optimus, saw in you the qualities of a great leader, a great warrior and one worthy of sharing his Spark. He gave you the chance to live again in union with him.’

     ‘Spark-sharing.’ I whispered, realising what must have happened. ‘Optimus gave up a piece of his Spark… for me?’

     ‘He did.’ The giant nodded, slowly. ‘While it is not conventional nor wise to have joined with an organic, this is his choice. If it is yours as well, then you must be prepared for the path laid before you.’ The giants behind her shifted, curious about me more than anything, probably wondering what was so special about me. ‘Your bravery and determination to make an impossible climb is what has brought you before us, but your faith that it was possible was what ignited Optimus’s love for you.’

     ‘He loves me.’ I whispered, as if I only realised in that moment what it really meant.

     ‘Summon him,’ the giant stood to join with the others. ‘And we will witness your acceptance or denial of this union.’

     I shook my head. ‘I don’t know how.’

     ‘Look inside yourself, find the Spark, he will hear you if you speak clearly enough to him.’

     It was all the guidance I would get, but I was still confused, I didn’t know how to communicate without words, but that seemed to be what was being asked of me.

     I closed my eyes and tried to think of Optimus as clearly as I could. I tried to build a picture in my head of where he might have been. Something began to appear in front of me. The hanger. Smith. It was like a mirage, nothing was especially clear, but enough that I could see Optimus towering over the president’s spokesman.

     ‘Optimus.’ I breathed.

     I could see him turning his head. Could he hear me?

     ‘Optimus.’ I spoke louder, holding onto the picture. ‘Find me.’

     I felt my chest ache and I lost the picture in my head, falling to my knees as my joints were giving out, but I could still hear the sound of Optimus moving, I could hear the rev of his engine.

     ‘His is coming.’ The deep, booming voice of the first giant spoke.

     The baron landscape began to change, instead of sand and concrete, I could feel grass beneath my hands, I looked down to see it growing quickly underneath me, and when I looked up, I could see the sunset over the base. It was the hilltop where Optimus and I shared our evenings before the climb. It was beautiful.

     ‘Jane?’ Optimus’s voice came from somewhere behind me, I turned to see him, shrunken to appear to be the same size as me, a human size. He was still tall and strong, but it was much easier to look up at him without straining my neck.

     ‘Optimus.’ I breathed, relieved. He knelt next to me and helped me to my feet slowly.

     ‘Are you alright?’ He asked, worried.

     ‘I’m fine.’ I panted. A smile forming on my face at the sight of him. I’d missed him so much.

     ‘Optimus Prime.’ The first giant boomed, catching Optimus’s attention.

     His eyes widened and he immediately got onto one knee, bowing his head respectfully.

     ‘You have chosen this human to join in union with, to devote your life to, and to share with in all things.’ The giant went on. It only occurred to me in that moment that this felt a lot like marriage, a declaration of union was exactly what getting married looked like. I was surprised at how ready I felt to say yes to whatever question was asked of me.

     ‘Yes,’ Optimus spoke, still keeping his head bowed. ‘I accept all consequences of my choice. I have not broken any oaths or promises, I have sought permission for such a union-‘

     ‘Not from us.’ Another giant spoke up. It was clear now that not all of them were curious, some did not agree with the choice that had been made.

     ‘I sought permission from the only one whose permission matters.’ Optimus lifted his head, adopting a new tone with some bite behind it. ‘I asked Jane if she could foresee a life lived beside me, she said yes.’

     ‘Optimus.’ The female giant spoke again, stepping forward. ‘We have been watching. Permission has not yet been given, but we have agreed to offer the chance for it to be so. You are our last descendant, you are the only hope for the survival of our race. Your leadership is paramount to the continuation of our people, none other would be brought forward for this consideration.’

     There was a moment of quiet before Optimus spoke again. ‘I understand.’

     Optimus stood, his head bowed again, he turned to me and sighed.

     ‘What’s happening?’ I asked, my chest still ached.

     ‘I gave you a piece of my Spark,’ Optimus started. ‘But you were not conscious to accept it, while I can argue for the moment shared before you ascended the ship, where you acknowledged our desires are aligned, this is not the permission I needed to act.’ I felt my chest aching again. ‘On my planet, and in line with our traditions, you should have been aware of the price you would pay, should you choose to accept my Spark.’

     ‘But I don’t understand.’ I frowned. ‘I do accept. I want to share my life with you.’

     Optimus let his head drop just a little, glancing at the ground.

     ‘You accept,’ the female giant spoke again. ‘But you do not understand. Permission cannot be given without this essential component.’

     I frowned again, but dread began to flood my limbs. ‘Optimus?’

     He looked down at me, he looked somehow different, like I was seeing him through new eyes. He was handsome, regal almost, I could see everything I loved about him, his strength and gentleness combined. He was beautiful.

     ‘Truthfully,’ he started. ‘We have no idea of what will happen. Our Sparks were never designed to be a part of organic life, they are too powerful to be housed by flesh.’ I swallowed, worried for what he had done to me. ‘My belief is that the piece of my Spark that I gave to you, can learn. I believe it can adapt to your body’s needs, sustain you and even allow you all the benefits it allows me.’

     ‘You mean, I could transform?’ I asked, feeling not only dread, but wonder and fear rolling through my body.

     ‘It is possible.’ Optimus nodded, but he didn’t seem particularly convinced. ‘However, it is also possible that I have condemned you to a short life of pain and suffering. I can already sense your discomfort.’ I tilted my head curiously. ‘You are in pain. I can feel it.’

     I lifted my hand to place over my chest, it was warm, and I could almost feel every pulse the Spark was emitting from inside me.

     ‘When we sat together on this hill, I told you about Spark-sharing, I told you about the union, how it can bind two beings together for a lifetime, but I never told you how difficult the journey can be.’ Optimus said, ashamedly. ‘For Autobots, the first few years can be agonising and disorientating at best, it will test you in ways you have never been tested before. There will be moments where you will regret this choice, even grow to hate what has happened to you, grow to hate me… I am ready to walk the path with you, to guide you and help you as best I can, but the choice must be yours.’

     I swallowed, trying to understand what it was I was being asked to accept, but truthfully, I would never know if I didn’t say yes, and that was a much more exciting prospect.

     ‘I made the climb.’ I said, more to myself than anyone.

     ‘You did.’ Optimus nodded. ‘And you saved your planet in the process.’

     ‘I could only have done that if I truly believed I could make it,’ I thought out loud. ‘If I asked the question “what am I capable of”?’ I swallowed thickly. ‘I didn’t know if my body could survive the climb, I don’t know if it can survive this, but I suppose the point I’m trying to make is that in my heart I know I love you.’ His widened and his features softened. ‘I believe that’s all the reason needed to know the risk is worth taking.’

     Optimus almost puffed his chest out in pride.

     ‘Jane Harding.’ The female giant spoke, capturing both of our attention. ‘You have shown courage, intelligence and a curiosity not often seen amongst your kind.’ She curled her hand and images of myself climbing the ship, working with Theo on the suit, talking to Ironhide about where the console was and what it looked like, began appearing like clouds around me. ‘We have watched you for a long time, seen your capacity for kindness and value for justice,’ the memory of standing up to Smith where the sharing of technology was concerned began forming in a new cloud before me. ‘These moments defined you, reinforced the leader you will be; do not forget how difficult your path has already been.’ I could feel the fear I had when Smith told me I wasn’t a suitable candidate to make the climb. ‘But the journey ahead will be far more challenging.’

     A new set of images began forming, ones I didn’t recognise, things that had not yet happened. I could see moments where I was screaming out in agony, clasping my chest, writhing around, falling and being thrown by unseen forces. One stood out in particular, me standing on a platform, Optimus behind me, barely able to stand. I was looking up at something unseen, but whatever it was, it looked like I wouldn’t stand a chance.

     The images floated around me, circling me and each one looked more agonising than the last.

     ‘This is what awaits you, should you accept the Spark of Optimus Prime.’ The giant took the images away, but I could still feel remnants of them in my body. ‘Do you accept what is before you, Jane Harding?’

     A sharp pain ran through my limbs, once again dragging my body to the floor, my joints were so much more delicate than they had ever been. For a moment, I wasn’t sure I would survive another second, but something was telling me that wasn’t an option. Dying was not my destiny. Not yet.

     Optimus stood to one side, I understood why he couldn’t help, this was a test, this was the moment I found out what I was truly capable of. I needed to stand up, no matter how difficult, no matter how much my body was telling me I couldn’t do this, I needed to stand up.

     Without any strength, with so little will, I pushed my fragile, glass-like body up. The second I was standing, it was like all strength returned, I could breathe easy again.

     ‘Do you accept?’ The giant asked again.

     ‘I do.’ I swallowed in more air, feeling my lungs fill with exactly what I needed.

     Optimus took a step closer, his face a mixture of joy and softness. It was love.

     ‘Then the dynasty recognises this union of our descendant Optimus Prime and the human Jane Harding.’

     The giants, one by one, began descending to one knee. The female giant was the first and it seemed more and more continued to appear and kneel before us beyond the horizon.

     ‘May your path be long and prosperous.’ She carefully lifted her hand and with one finger placed to my forehead, the world began to fall away, darkness returned for me.

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Optimus watched as Jane fell back and through the Earth, returning to her hospital bed to rest. He looked up at the great Dynasty of the Primes, happy that his union was accepted by Jane, and by his ancestors.

     They began standing once again, but they no longer looked peaceful and calm.

     ‘Optimus.’ The Prime who had been speaking with Jane stepped back and allowed the first Prime to step forward. ‘Your actions were reckless. You put the survival of our people at risk. We know you understand the consequence of that, but your punishment will be this union you have chosen with the human female.’ Optimus worried that the whole truth had yet to be revealed. ‘You believe your Spark can learn to sustain her, many of us do not share this belief. Many of us think you have condemned her to unimaginable pain and suffering, no human could withstand the years ahead, she will die at your hands. And should that day come, we will not accept your life as forfeit, you will continue on, you will be the example to all other Autobots who believe organics are capable of sharing our Sparks. Do you understand?’

     Optimus again puffed out his chest. ‘I understand. I have seen the human race do things beyond our perception of their capabilities, I have witnessed their strength and determination, I have fought proudly alongside the finest warriors their planet has to offer and would gladly give my life for them. So allow me to pose this question: What if Jane survives, and you are wrong?’

     The Primes exchanged looks between themselves and Optimus knew it was risky to defy them. These were the oldest and wisest of his kind, it was never a good idea to antagonise them. They began to turn and walk away, with nothing more to say on the matter. Only the female Prime remained.

     ‘If you are right,’ she said, calmly. ‘Then she will become the first Human Prime. Be sure you are making the right choice, if she is able to withstand the initial binding, she will be faced with a choice, continue her personal journey which could lead to devastation, or become the leader all Primes are destined to be. You will need to guide her, help her and ensure she does not fail.’

     ‘She will not fail.’ Optimus spoke, defiantly.

     ‘Her memory of the future will be erased, she will not know the path ahead. It will be your job to make sure she faces every challenge with the courage she showed to make the impossible climb. Do not fail, for all our sakes. Be gone.’

     The last Prime placed her index finger on his forehead and he was sent back to the hilltop in the midst of reality. Jane was no where in sight, why would she be? She should still have been resting in the hospital bed. She said yes. She accepted their union, she said yes to spending her life with him.

     Optimus transformed back into the big truck he was known for and raced back to the base where Ratchet and Ironhide were waiting for him. Smith and Lennox were still arguing, but it was the status of Jane that was more important.

     ‘Prime.’ Ironhide said, stepping towards his old friend who transformed back. ‘What happened?’

     ‘Ratchet.’ Optimus called his friends to him. ‘She said yes.’ He couldn’t help his elation at saying those words, but it was laced with worry. ‘Please, I need to know if she will wake up soon.’

     ‘I will take care of her.’ Ratchet promised.

     ‘She summoned me through her Spark,’ Optimus explained. ‘It will have drained her energy to do so. I could already feel her pain at the effort.’

     Ratchet nodded and he and Ironhide moved away back to their hanger. They couldn’t risk being seen to head towards the hospital with Smith still loitering around.

     Optimus felt revitalised, like all of his repairs had been redone once again. He was ready to defend his and Jane’s actions with courage and logic.

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[muzicgenerator]

Hey, can I request an angst story with Bill and reader (the reader is female) abt crazy fans please? Like them (Bill and the reader) admitting somewhere (idk maybe in an interview for a magazine) that they almost broke up because of that (maybe reader's fanbase is known for being "too much" sometimes like following the reader everywhere, being so in love with her etc)

(Also could the story take place in the 2000s please?)

Goodbye 👋

i like this one im actually excited abt writing this one shot

btw im so sorry for late reply AHSJHFKDHDK please expect ill take like AT LEAST a week to answer yalls request bc im busy as hell w school 😭😭 love u guys pls understand

and again this aint entirely proof read

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Too Much?

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Pairing: Bill Kaulitz x Fem Reader

Genre: Angst, Mostly fluff

Warnings: Stalking, mention of nonconsensual touching, very embarrassing storytime from bill

Request Status: closed :(

✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮ I'm Not Okay (I Promise) : My Chemical Romance

(Time set back in late November of 2007)

Being a famous actress since as a child was unbelievably tough.

You had worked so hard and expertly; you didn't even have time to spend your childhood properly.

Just at the age of 19 and you've finished numerous movies and series. A true self-made millionaire, really.

You and your ravenette boyfriend are currently doing an interview for a night show.

"So ____, wow! After a long pause from doing films you're finally gonna have one showing soon! How is it like? Being back and all; being the talk of the country."

In the past one and a half year you hadn't done any projects since you've decided to take a break for yourself. And now you're once again busy taping with film staff and directors for your new and upcoming Teenage Romance movie.

Rest assured it's not your typical boy-meets-girl or vice versa and they do sappy sweet stuff and get together kind of film; it has its own uniqueness that will surely be called as "One of 2000s greatest Teen Romance movies of all time."

"Oh, I feel great Hanna. I had a deserving break and I'm back to doing one of the things I love most. I'm even happier because I got my lover and his band to sing the theme song for the movie." You truthfully answered and chuckled by the end of your statement.

"How about you Bill? How are things with your band?" Hanna included Bill to the conversation.

At that, he smiled politely. "Everything's great with us y'know, we're still together and all. Which I'm grateful for."

After a few more minutes for pep talk; the blonde interviewer finally decided to get onto the exciting part of the show.

"And now, for the moment we've all been waiting for! Dunk Tank!" Hanna smiled widely at the selected crowd.

"Where in this game; you will pick someone from the crowd who will accompany you with this game.

Your selected teammate will ask any question they want; to which you will answer, and if you don't want to then they'll get a chance to throw a ball on the target. Where if they hit it, you'll fall down the tank."

Hanna excitedly announced despite having done this for the nth time.

"____ and Bill, play Rock, Paper, Scissors to see who goes first."

You knew you'd beat Bill since every single time you played it - he'd miserably lose.

"Oh, I'm confident in winning this one!" you proudly say.

"Just because you've beat me all the other times we played this, doesn't mean I'll lose now!" Bill accepted your challenge and laughed.

He was right. He won for the very first time.

"Oh my God! Did I seriously win?!" your black clothed boyfriend exclaimed.

"I only let you win this time because I felt sorry." you playfully rolled your eyes with a smirk.

"Whatever, I'm gonna choose now." he giggled and stepped closer to the crowd.

His fan girls were screaming at the top of their lings, begging to be chosen by him.

No, you weren't jealous. Not one bit. Sometimes Bill would even complain about you not being possessive of him from time to time and would think you're not as in love as he thought.

It's cute, really. Then you'll show him how much you love him through actions rather than words.

Bill chose a girl who seemingly looked two or three years younger.

The joyous girl screamed in surprise; "Oh my god! What?! Me??! SERIOUSLY??"

It made Bill giggle, "Yes, you! Now get down here!"

A body guard helped the girl down; and when she was no longer at the stairs she rushed Bill to hug him but abruptly stopped. "Hi oh my god you're more beautiful up close! Can I hug you?!" she says excitingly.

It made your heart flutter just how kinder your boyfriend's fans are compared to yours.

To say your fan base is crazy is an understatement. Many would harass you through nasty words or touching you with no consent; it didn't matter if they did that out of how much they "love" you, it was still disgusting.

"Um, yeah. Sure!" he hesitantly looked at you; his eyes asking for permission. To which you subtly nodded.

Again, your heart melted by how he's making sure you're okay with it. Honestly, you very much understood that being famous would mean people wanting to hug you or any form of physical contact. Plus, it's not like you can say no to Bill from hugging a fan; you'd be a scandal. And you knew Bill wouldn't have any other choice as well.

He wrapped an arm over her shoulders while she fully embraced him. Okay, you're a teensy bit jealous especially by the way she's holding him like he's her man.

But that was soon washed away when she turns to you.

"Hi! What's your name sweetie?" Hanna asked and put a mic on her mouth.

"My name is Pauline!"

Before Hanna could say anything further, Pauline beat her to it.

"____!! I'm such a big fan of you too! I've been watching your movies since forever." saying she's over the moon is definitely an understatement! This will definitely be a core memory.

Almost immediately you wrapped your arms around her back and squeezed her. This girl is definitely one of the most respectable and sweetest fan you've ever met.

Was it really low? Yes.

The audience cheered by how sweet you and Bill had been to the girl and by how jealous they were.

As Bill and Hanna chattered about God knows what; the girl leaned closer to you in order to ask a favour which no one can hear.

"Can I ask you to shout out my brother? He has a huge crush on you!"

"Sorry darling but we're in the middle of a show right now. How about later I ask the staff to send you to the backstage? Then I'll give him my magazine with an autograph, and if you have a camera with you - you can video me saying hi to him!" you came up with a resolution.

Was it over the top? You didn't know and you didn't care. You're just fleeting with joy by how this girl isn't like any other of your fans.

"Seriously? You'd do that for me and my brother?" she gasped.

"Well, yeah. I mean it's not always that I have such nice interactions with people who are a fan."

"Okay lovebirds what are you two talking about there?" Hanna teased with a smirk and Bill playfully pouted.

"Nothing, nothing" you laughed and held Bill's arm as the crowd laughed and cheered.

"If you say sooo." she replied. "Alright, your turn to pick!"

You carefully looked around the crowd and walked five steps of the stairs to get a better view of the people on the back. A fifteen year old boy was holding a banner stating "Bill's No.1 Boy", it was cute, really. So you planned to steal your boyfriend's fan! (this a joke dont hate reader pls)

"The ginger at the back with the banner please." you said to the mic.

The boy squeeled in delight and threw his banner somewhere before running down to you. Your arms opened for an embrace which he immediately jumped into.

"What's your name?" you put the mic to his mouth as you both carefully went down the stairs and back to the stage.

"Sam, I'm Sam! My name is Sam!" his rather high pitched voice said.

"Okay, Sam. I know you're Bill's fan so I'm gonna have to steal you, that okay?"

"Hey, no fair!" Bill patted the boy's head and shot a smile at him.

This moment for him is definitely a core memory and will brag about it to every living human he sees.

"Now, who wants to go first in the tank?" Hanna asked.

"I'll do it" Bill says excitingly.

They agreed and the staff helped him get up. Once he were seated and adjusted in the circular surface; he challenge you.

"Ask a good one!"

"Ohohoo, we definitely will!" you smirked.

You turn to Sam and ask him without the mics near your faces; "What're you gonna ask your idol?"

"Oh uhmm, I don't really know." he says bashfully.

"Maybe his most embarrassing moment?"

"That'll work, definitely." you smile supportively and fist bumped him.

"Bill, you read?!" Hanna exclaimed.

"Born ready!!"

"Alright Sam, ask away!"

"What's the most embarrassing thing that's happened to you?" Sam asked with twinkles in his eyes.

"Oh, definitely when me and ____ weren't dating yet; she threw a sleepover party and she invited me and my mates, and there were three bathrooms, right? The three were being used and in one of those bathrooms it was Tom using it, and I had to rush him because I really needed to take a shit, like I couldn't hold it any farther!

So he went out really pissed and I pushed him off the door and quickly shut it and went right into business."

Bill paused and tried to compose himself as the crowd started to get louder.

"And when I washed and pushed the flush button - It wouldn't flush! So I got really scared because I just shit in my crush's toilet and I can't let anyone know that I'm the one who did it. So i looked around and saw a pack of pads so I took one of them; and forced myself to dip my hand down to grab it and I almost puked!

I look around and see there's no trash bin. So I panic again, and eventually decided I'll just rush down to throw it in the garbage in her garage. I quickly make a run for it and almost bumped into ___"

He now covered his hands in shame and embarrassment. "And she saw the pad in my hand! So she asked me like, 'Is that a pad?' and I'm like yes and so she asks whose it is...... and I said it's mine....."

You know of this story long ago; and it just gets better and better whenever you think or hear of it.

The audience and interviewer roared with laughter; as well as the staff behind and securities who tried to contain their smiles.

"I wish I never asked!" Sam wiped his tears from laughing too hard.

"Get down here Bill! That was too much!" Hanna's cheeks started to hurt, "Sorry to the viewers who are eating."

Bill went down immediately and squeezed the living life out of you. He does this whenever he's feeling embarrassed or nervous, and calls it his "Physical Support" from you.

"You should've let yourself get thrown in the water!" you giggled and hugged him back before he pulled away with a red face.

"Next goes ____!"

Once you were seated and made yourself comfortable on the seat; you tell them you're ready.

It was Pauline's turn to question whatever she wishes. "____, what do you think of your fans?"

She asks sincerely; she must've noticed something by the way you're like to your fan base and to Bill's. A part of you wished she hadn't asked but you've been dying to let the creepers out there know that whatever they'd been doing to you for a long long time - greatly affects you, especially as a young stat growing up in this sort of industry.

You rarely held any meet and greet, rarely had photos with fans where you look actually comfortable and where they weren't touching your waist or hips or near your ass - and ones where you do look comfortable it was mostly with girls or kids, which was not as often as when you do with the rest; who are pedophiles and creepy boys.

Of course you've always been nice when interacting with them; you didn't want to be rude and only wanted to be kind.

Definitely, there were times when you couldn't take it and couldn't do anything about it - other than cry and complain in your lover's arms.

You're forever thankful to have someone like him; he'd always listen to whatever you say and support everything you do.

Not realising; you zoned out quite a bit and snapped out of it when Bill called out your name with worry that he's trying to mask from everyone.

"Oh-, well, obviously I love them so much, if it weren't for them I wouldn't have succeed this much - of course the people who helped me get up in this industry as well.

I truly do appreciate their love and support, seriously. But quite the number of them are uh, how do I say this." you nervously chuckled as everyone listened intently to the tea you're telling.

"Crossing my boundaries? Yes, uh- that." you say not quite satisfied with the word you chose. It was evident that it's worse than just that but the safest.

"We all know people would cross it by taking unsolicited pictures of you, that's given because you're a celebrity, but are there some other ways they would? If you don't mind me asking of course." Hanna carefully asked.

You smiled softly, "Well a few have stalked me to my house - which I dunno how the hell they did so and took pictures of me and they'd send it to me and tell me how they thought of me. Some leave love letters, flowers, food in front of my gate, sent death threats to my exes when I was dating them and even now to my Bill." you left the worse parts out since you didn't want half of the world to be talking about your most private part of life. What you're even telling them now is a whole lot.

"Wow.. we all knew your fan base could get a bit crazy judging from all the videos we see and the news, but not by this much!" Hanna says empathetically.

"It happens, I guess." you try to laugh it off. However, Bill looked at your hues with his that sent the message of "Are you okay?"

In which yours replied with "I'm not okay."

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The game went on a for it was Pauline's turn to the dunk tank, then Sam's.

You continued your cheery self through the whole taping and told yourself you'll regret what you said later in your dressing room. Bill kept his distance close to you and would caress your hand or shoulder as a sign of support - as well as slipping a "How're you holding up?" every now and then.

If there were billions of ways to show gratitude to this man; you'd do every single one of it to him.

After the agonizing show was over; you and Bill kissed Hanna's cheeks as a goodbye and thank you. To which she said back to you both as well and wished to see you soon.

As you made your way to the dressing room in silence with your fingers intertwined with Bill's; you abruptly stop in your tracks.

"I almost forgot I have to sign a magazine for Pauline!"

Your lover looked confused for a second "What? Why?"

"I kinda promised Pauline I'll just sign a magazine for her brother because she asked me to shout him out while taping." you let a small huff and loosened your grip on your boyfriend's slender hand. "How about I'll see you later in the van? You can wait for me there instead if I haven't been back by five minutes."

Bill smiled, "Of course sweetheart, I'll see you later. Love you." he pecked your lips and lovingly looked into your eyes for a moment before heading to his dressing room.

Quickly; you asked a staff to bring Pauline to your dressing room to give her an autograph - to which they agreed to. Thankfully.

While they did that, you strided to your room and grabbed your magazine and marker - which immediately after doing so, a knock was heard on your door.

You hand held the paper as the other gripped the violet ink marker. When you did, you were greeted by a Pauline smiling widely with a camera on her right hand.

"Hi!" she says excitingly.

You greet back and quickly hugged her, "I see you have a camera with you."

"Oh, yes, uhm.. I was wondering if i can take a video of you signing an autograph? So my brother would believe me that it really is from you." she nervously giggled. "I might or might now have pranked him once by giving him a fake autograph."

"Yeah, sure. What's your brother's name?" you say softly.

"It's Percy." she answers as she readies her camera.

"Alright, is it rolling?" you ask with a smile on your face. Pauline says yes with a grateful smile; grateful for being how considerate and kind you are.

"Hi Paul! So I heard from your sister that you're a fan? Too bad you didn't come with her." you looked behind the camera to Pauline.

"And I heard she gave you a fake autograph of mine? Well now, you're getting a real one, and this is the proof." you say still giggling as you signed the magazine.

"There, and keep the pen. I gotta go now, bye and love you!" you say as you waved goodbye and gave your iconic kiss blow alongside a wink.

Once Pauline returned the camera back to her bag; she immediately thanked you.

"I'm serious - thank you thank you sooo much! And uh.. I'm really sorry if what I asked earlier was too personal. I really am. I was just curious and didn't thoroughly before it slipped my mouth." she noticed the change of the atmosphere long ago. Even if she's just fifteen, she knew how to read the room well.

"Aw, sweetie.. it's nothing." you pat her shoulder, "It's fine I tell ya, also I better get going - you should too, it'll get dark in just two hours. Bye bye and stay safe!" you wave goodbye as she still exclaimed thank you's as she walked backwards towards the exit.

(that footage is definitely gonna go viral after many years)

In a light speed; you gathered your essential belongings and had your personal assistant help you carry your other belongings to the van; to which Bill noticed through the windows that you're carrying back pack and a purse and immediately helped you despite having it under perfect control.

He opened the door for you and let you in first before him and closed the door. Your personal assistant sat in the passenger seat next to the driver, while you and your beloved were at the very back despite the space up front.

You rested your head on his shoulder and he put his above yours while he held your hand with both of his; tracing every outline, massaging it, and kissing it once in a while.

"R'you okay now?" Bill mumbled and kissed your head.

"Yes, hon. I'm great actually.. thanks so much for being there, I love you so much." you turn your head to face his and pecked his lips.

"I love you more than you'll ever know, I'm glad you're okay." he smiled genuinely and kissed you deep and passionate.

You returned to your head's original position and fell to sleep; not caring if tomorrow, you'll be the town's talk.

[pichongames]

It's time for a new DEV UPDATE! [February 2024]

Let's talk about the upcoming Nintendo Switch port, localization, plushies, and new content coming soon?

It's time for a new development update, we've been working on a lot of stuff behind the scenes so let's talk about some of it, shall we?

The Bunny Graveyard is coming to Nintendo Switch!

If you didn't know already, The Bunny Graveyard is on its way to Nintendo Switch. But this port will not just be any normal port, the game will receive some enhancements and changes both visually and gameplay-wise. Including motion-controls, HD vibration and more!

But do not worry PC users, even though some gameplay features will be exclusive to Switch, any content updates, improvements and future chapters will be released at the same time on all platforms.

More languages!

The Bunny Graveyard: Chapter 1 is currently being translated to more languages, some of these are:

Brazilian Portuguese

French

Russian

Japanese

Simplified Chinese

Korean

...and more!

Boxers Plushie!

You probably heard of this already, but yes! Boxers got himself his very own plushie, which is still available at the time of this writing, however, this is a limited edition plushie so make sure to grab one before they're gone. As of right now, there's still 8 days left, so think about it! You guys absolutely CRUSHED that funding goal by the way, 450 sold so far!

We're definitely making another one... hehe.

This is also our first piece of merchandise and we're open to do more merch stuff in the future! But for now we'll only be choosing things that don't slow us down during development. So, if you got any requests for merch, let us know and we'll look into it!

NEW free content is coming this year...

We are working on a new secret project for the game, it will be released as a free content update at the same time as the Nintendo Switch release. It's a small thing that we wanted to make for a while now, but never got the chance to do due to time constraints. Think of it as the next "4-1-1992" for now.

We'll be releasing a separate trailer for this soon, so stay tuned!

So... how's Chapter 2?

Finally, let's have a quick talk about Chapter 2.

We are still not ready to fully reveal Chapter 2, buuuut we can tell you a little bit about it. It is the most ambitious project we have ever done, we expect it to be about the same length as Chapter 1, but despite the length, this chapter has proven to be quite a challenge to develop... but you know us, we love ourselves a challenge!

The story has been fully written, the gameplay has been finalized, but there's still quite a lot of programming to go, and don't get me started on all the music and animations left. Oh, did I also mention that this chapter will be releasing at the same time on Nintendo Switch and PC? And that it will also release in multiple languages? And that I'm still working on this game mostly by myself?

Yeah, things are not the same as they were back when I was making Chapter 1, The Bunny Graveyard is no longer just a silly lil' indie game, but that's exactly what makes it fun. I seriously can't wait to show you guys what we've been working on, this chapter is going to blow you away. Expect a trailer sometime this year.

You can add Chapter 2 to your Steam wishlist now!

Final Thoughts!

2024 is looking like an awesome year for this game, I'm hoping that this year we can get more people to know about this game. I'm extremely thankful for all of the support that we've been getting lately, it's crazy that I can now FINALLY focus on this game full-time, something that I've been trying to do for a long time now. I'm still processing the fact that this game is coming to the Switch, but it really is! Truly a dream come true. If you got any questions, ask in the comments and I'll try to answer as many as I can! And as always, thank you all!

[literatureloverx]

Hello mother it has been some time. I was reflecting a bit myself and I wanted to ask you this question: Do you know why you’re attracted to fyodor? We talked about how he sometimes scares me and that his nature is sometimes difficult to keep up with. You know all of this but you like him anyway (I like him too ofc)

Why is your love so unwavering mother? This is also a question for my other siblings.

- 🐨🖤

Hello, my dear. It truly has been some time, hasn’t it?♥️ I find your reflections to be intriguing, and I would love to hear your thoughts if you feel comfortable sharing them.

I have reflected for a very, very long time on my unwavering commitment and love for Fyodor, though for different reasons. I have never found his extreme actions to be a concern, that much is certain.

This will be a very deep and unnecessarily thorough answer to your question. I hope you don’t mind!♥️

To me, Fyodor is an ideal—or an ideal type, if you prefer. Though, I think it is unrealistic to consider him as such. No one could ever be Fyodor, nor could anyone come close to what he is. He is simply too perfect, and very much inhuman, to be captured immaculately by a real human being.

To understand why I appreciate the aspects that make Fyodor Fyodor, I first need to explain how I operate, whether consciously or unconsciously.

I am someone who does not wish to dominate anyone, but I sometimes push limits and boundaries to see if someone is worthy of my submission. My submission is earned, not granted—just like my true respect. While I respect anyone and everyone simply for being human (or a living being, if we push this aspect even further), my real respect is something different entirely. I will not dwell on that aspect, however, because our main focus here is Fyodor.

Fyodor is inhumanly intelligent, overwhelmingly powerful, and undeniably dominant. The reason I remain so drawn to him is that he would see and understand my “mind games,” yet deflect them with almost nonchalant ease.

He would never, ever be defeated by me. And that is the key—he would overpower me in every regard, in every aspect, because he is above everyone else and, therefore, above me as well. He is the ultimate force. My submission would not be an act of surrender, but a recognition of his superiority. He does not need to prove himself; he simply is what he is.

Thus, Fyodor, with his inhuman intelligence, becomes the ultimate intellectual puzzle. I do not merely admire his intellect; I admire the way he wields it. His intelligence represents a mirror to me—almost a kindred spirit in the realm of the mind—yet he also transcends it effortlessly. He is not my equal; he is a force that outweighs me in every single aspect. I do not seek simple exchanges. I seek individuals who can match and surpass my mental capacity, those who stimulate my desire for growth and validation.

I suppose I like the mental chess game?

Fyodor would not engage with my mind games in the traditional sense. Instead, he would acknowledge them and brush them off in a way that is both effortless and, oddly enough, in a fatherly manner. (Damn it, I am starting to sound like all those girls with major daddy issues.)

To put it simply, I would compare it to a puppy and a fully grown dog. The adult dog humours the puppy’s shenanigans, never taking them seriously, and engages in a nonchalant, playful manner. Likewise, Fyodor would never see me as a true challenge, yet he would humour me for his own entertainment, deriving pleasure from the dynamic precisely because it holds no real weight for him.

This is where my pride comes into play. I know, I don’t look like the most prideful person on Tumblr, and admittedly, I am likely not. But I have a certain amount of pride that is undeniable and shows in certain circumstances. I test people because I want to see if they can respond in a way that proves their value—not in a moral sense (everyone is valuable, please don’t misunderstand), but in a way that holds personal meaning to me. Fyodor is that ultimate challenge. He does not react impulsively, but with calm, almost fatherly wisdom (yes, I’m doing that again—don’t come at me), which would both reassure and challenge me.

My attraction to Fyodor’s dominance is tied to my pride. Submission, for me, is not about weakness—it is about recognising someone as worthy. I do not wish to be overpowered out of fear or a need for control, but because the person has earned my respect through sheer force of presence and intellect.

I have mentioned before that Fyodor does not like to be challenged in the literal sense. If he sees a real challenge, he will undoubtedly win and make you regret ever crossing his path. He is merciless, cruel. But in this case, he would not mind my little challenges at all. He would be aware that I am not a real threat and would simply humour me.

That is the difference—he does not need to fight back. He simply overpowers because his presence is naturally overwhelming.

People tend to see Fyodor in one of two ways. Some view him as fragile beneath the surface. A cunning yet ultimately breakable man whose appeal lies in watching his defences crumble.

But I do not see him that way. Yes, he has weaknesses, but they are overshadowed by his strengths. His intelligence, his control over every situation, and the way he keeps himself untouchable define him far more than any vulnerability ever could. And yet, beneath it all, he has the capacity to be deeply loving and caring—though in the most nonchalant way, as if such tenderness costs him nothing at all. (Why I become extremely poetic whenever I talk about him is something I do not understand, haha. Please just go with it. I do not do it knowingly. It simply comes to me.)

Fyodor embodies a certain balance. He wouldn’t crush my spirit with his dominance, but redirect it (almost protectively?). I am not seeking someone to smother me; I seek someone who is so far above me that their presence alone provides a safe force. His “gentle dominance” offers a form of emotional security, though that is just my take.

He does not need to engage with my games, yet he sees through them. He does not need to prove himself, yet he stands unchallenged. His ability to remain unthreatened by me—simply allowing my tests to pass without breaking his composure—is exactly what makes him so compelling.

I would never give in to weakness or need, but I willingly submit to those who prove themselves worthy. Submission is not about surrendering power—it is about recognising who deserves it. In this case, Fyodor, with his dominance and intellect, embodies the ultimate challenge to my boundaries.

Anyway, upon reviewing this, I have recognised that I have some major issues, haha. If anyone you come across has similar views as mine in the romantic regard, run away from them, children. This is literally toxic. I should not be allowed within a 10 km radius of any man, to be honest. Poor men.🥺

To make all of this less toxic (and for the possibility of settling down with a real person at some point in my life, rather than hopelessly dreaming of a literal nonexistent fictional man), I have thought of something. I carefully analysed what the main aspects would be for me to feel content nonetheless, and since I lack real romantic experience, I looked up fictional characters that are more “real.” A man like Nanami Kento from Jujutsu Kaisen would be totally fine, for example. (Not me randomly spilling my darkest secrets here, haha). He is dutiful, responsible, safe, and secure. He is caring and not overly extreme or over the top with his care. A man who knows what he wants. He definitely understands the concept of accountability perfectly and he is very intelligent too, so talking to him would be delightful.

As you can see, I can totally ground myself in reality. I am not merely living in my fantasy bubble (do we believe this? No, no we don’t. Haha.).

Overall, my dear, the moral of the story is this: the princess needs a king.

[nihilnovisubsole]

have you ever toyed with the idea of making a spin-off set in the same universe as dangerous crowns?

i did a lot more than toy with it. i got about 30,000 words into a second book in the same universe before i abandoned it. i think saying "it's not the story's fault" gives the story too much credit, but it was also a victim of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

what do i mean by that? many things, some probably more valid than others. this got away from me and turned into a postmortem, so i'll put it under a cut for those who are curious:

2019-21, when i was trying to write the second book, was when i realized i had to get serious about advancing in the game industry. all of a sudden, i had to spend almost all of my free time applying and filling my portfolio with game work that wasn't romance. i got rejected a lot, which is not really motivating when it comes to doing your for-funsies writing on the weekend.

of course, we did also have some major world events around that time. those were also things that happened. i think we all felt a little strange.

i read some opinions on writing that made me existentially question many of my style and storytelling choices up to that point. some of it was about dangerous crowns itself. in other cases, it was people analyzing fantasy conventions as a whole. i'm not trying to be vindictive, like "some BUTTHEAD wrote a BAD REVIEW! NYEH!". i think many writers go through an experience like this sometime. they read something that challenges the way they've always worked, and it feels like re-breaking a bone to set it right. there's a period of pain.

on the other hand, i don't want to overplay the negativity or throw the baby out with the bathwater. a lot of people liked dangerous crowns for what it was. my friends argued that the bone was never broken, and these things i'd read were matters of taste. they wouldn't fix my writing, just make it different. they told me the real problem lay with trying to please everyone, and i should write with my own voice first and not worry about who took me seriously. it was good advice. even so, when you put years into making ice cream and readers think you made a toy car, you have to ask yourself whether you did something wrong.

but, yeah, it was also the story. when i looked at the second book through the lens of these new attitudes toward writing, it came up short. the plot crumbled under questions like, "why are they choosing this heroine?" "why does she have to be in Situation X with that character?" "why doesn't she do the sensible thing?" the answer, in every case, was "it has to be that way for the main couple to get together," and i found that unacceptable. i felt my old, self-indulgent impulse of "i want to get these two together, let's see where it goes" was no longer enough. i had to make sure i was saying something believable.

it's embarrassing to admit, but around this time, i grew very self-conscious about my approach to writing love stories and love interests. i've alluded to this a few times over the past few years, because i still haven't been able to extricate myself from it. i think it's because, when i write a couple, it comes from such a personal place - i explore aspects of myself in my female characters, and i always find something attractive about the men who fall in love with them. it's like i got hit with the cringe paddle: one morning, i just woke up and went "omg this is so weird! i have to hide it from everyone!" maybe the solution is exposure therapy? do i need to start churning out a ton of heavy ship art again? i don't know what to say except, lmao, don't be me.

where do i stand today? well, i think something would be cool, but i'd have to revisit my approach to genre and worldbuilding. that's why i keep chewing my nails over dangerous crowns. it can't be that easy - if you're doing Fantasy Rome, you have to make a caesar-sized mess. working at obsidian, where they push you not to make the comfort-food writing choice, has given credence to these concerns. so i have no idea. but we'll see!