#urban wip

[puzzled-ocs]

trans ppl binder hot + gorgeous.........

i had dysphoria so bad i couldn't sleep, needed to draw a bunch of guys (gender neutral) in binders to self soothe

[soulmatesinc-if]

A light-hearted interactive fiction game about soulmates, chances and choices, written in ChoiceScript.

|| LINK to demo || [119k]

|| extra content ||

Here at Soulmates Inc we specialize in chance meetings!

Love happens.

It takes by the storm. It is lucky, it is cruel, it makes no sense, it elevates. It is beautiful, it rears its ugly head, then it is beautiful once again. Now that, humans can manage on their own.

Soulmate-grade connection is an entirely different brand. Enter you. That's your brand. It requires dedicated labor. Whimsical meetings. Nuance.

As a soul-link, you arrange for those destined matches to happen using the powers of glamor at your disposal. An ancient practice, really, though, as with everything, it has evolved and happily marched with the times. You work out of an office, have a phone plan, a lease, and a favorite restaurant. Your boss is not a half-naked man with a bow and arrows but a fashionably dressed man who goes to a gym and drives an electrical Mustang.

It is nice. Modern.

Just one rule. The only rule, in fact. A scripture, if you will: never interact with a soul directly.

Which is precisely why your most recent half-match staring at your confused face is so damn bad. Worse yet, they can see right through your glamor for some reason.

Now what?..

love is all around you but it does not have to be for you: play as aro, ace, bi, gay or straight. Your romantic prospects are three, but each has a story to tell

explore who you are: a firm and enthusiastic believer, a burned-out office worker, or a skeptical soul-link questioning their purpose

use and evolve your soul-link powers: Empathy and Shroud

keep up with your job duties and bring people together while trying to protect your employer from a greater looming threat

someone is throwing around heavy words like 'destiny', but dealing with existential questions is entirely optional!

Amber | Andrew Wyatt Once a high-performer soul-link, they flew too close to the sun and snooped around where one does not snoop around. Having fallen from grace at a company that believes in chances, Wyatt is back on probation, though under your supervision. The light is snuffed out of their eyes, and instead of being a firm believer, Wyatt now drips disillusioned pearls of what they think is wisdom.

A languid redhead who wears sunglasses more often than not.

Samuel | Samantha C. Powell Sam has a steady job, does weekly family visits and always parks the bike properly. How do you learn that? Sam is also your sparkling new charge, a common everyperson, a salt of the earth—nope, not that simple at all! You cannot seem to find their soulmate (never happens) and they can see through your glamor (never happens either). To be fair, Sam is freaked out by it, too.

Your sporty charge in a wrinkle-free T-shirt with a mess of locs held back by a band.

Martin | Mia Romero A hectic ball of energy that is a human person, they are passionate about their distaste for your employer's business and are happy to go in length about it. Romero is messy, yet strangely put together in their belief: a hurricane that may sweep you off your feet if you are not careful enough. They know things, things no human should. You should probably report that to your boss...

A city dweller with hair tied sloppily in a short low ponytail, perfectly matched with dramatic eyebags.

[simstoryu]

gilchrist metro park [completed]

first 50x50 lot under my belt. this park is for all ages and perfect for barbecue holidays. it’s completely cc free :))). i also recorded a speed build so that’ll be up on my yt sometime this week but im too excited not to post about it lol.

i made a few changes after i took these pictures but nothing huge, mostly to the stage. i still need to playtest, but once i do it’ll be up for download (it is already on the gallery tho. the gallery is my fail safe just in case)

[possumcollege]

Swords: backing up otherwise indefensible policies for like 5,000 years.

[radiantcircle-if]

The Radiant Circle

The Radiant Circle is a work-in-progress contemporary fantasy interactive novel with elemental magic, a heavy hand of romance, and a salt-sprinkle of mystery. The story is rated 18+ and may contain triggering content for some.

↪ introduction (updated 7/22/24) ⟢ demo (upcoming fall/winter)

You were born without any magic into a long lineage of sorcerers who serve the Night Circle—a division of the Radiant Circle, the central governing body that maintains order among sorcerers. Even now when you live outside of the magical community, you’re still required to report to the local leadership about the magic you still don’t have.

Of course, only after having accepted a life without magic, you awaken a latent magical power too great to be yours. Myths speak of such a sorcerer, a Resonant Soul capable of mastering all four elements, reincarnated throughout history to bring balance to the magic community. So little is truly known, but that can’t be you.

But what if it is?

Thankfully, as an investigative journalist, what you do best is hunt for the truth. To unravel the secrets of your soul, you’re forced back into the world of sorcery to navigate ancient rivalries and contend with those who may fear your newfound power and seek to bury it for good. 

Because while most didn't believe the myths to be true, others have been preparing for your return. Most of all? You four souls bonded to yours for eternity.

Play as the main character ⟢

Choose your name, appearance, gender, and sexuality.

Develop your personality as a harmonizer or disruptor—will you bring unity or will you bring destruction?

Gain mastery over elemental magic as the Resonant Soul—how much mastery in each element is up to you.

Travel the world while earning or losing influence through your decisions—will your reputation precede you or will you remain unknown?

Five romance options ⟢

Two pansexual men, one lesbian, and two gender-selectable romance options... and a hidden sixth romance option... with the potential for more to unlock later.

Four soulmates who will be revealed over the course of the story—your bonds, whether platonic or romantic, are yours to develop.

And if you don’t like romance, you can improve your friendships instead.

Or if you’re a misanthrope, deteriorate all your relationships to your liking.

Good endings? Check. Bad endings? Also check.

You ✦ 26-year-old journalist from Seattle, USA (ℹ) Rejected by the magical community because your magic never awakened, you once sought to understand why before later turning to a career of journalism to attempt to uncover truths that don’t have to do with magic. Your dissertation was titled “Unveiling the Hidden: A Comparative Study of Secret Societies and Their Influence on Modern Media." After landing your dream job as an investigative journalist, you're returning home to Seattle for your assignment.

⟡ tropes include main character (surprise! you're the main character), insider/outsider, the most wanted (because you are a…), person of mass destruction, (possible) living legend, (possible) lust object, (seemingly) cosmic plaything…

Arseau Nassiet ⟡ High Justicar 31-year-old water sorcerer (he/him) from Seattle, USA (ℹ) A talented water sorcerer, your older brother Arseau is well loved within the Night Circle's upper echelons, but he'd never brag about it. He has been away from home for over a decade, raising ranks within the circle alongside his best friend. He coordinates his visit home with yours during the holidays so he can see his favorite younger sibling (never mind that he has only one sibling—you).

⟡ tropes include protective older brother, brainless beauty (yeah, he's a himbo), the caregiver/caretaker, the confidant (if you want), the informant, nice guy (someone has to keep the peace between the Pico brothers), the reliable one...

César Pico (RO) ⟡ Archumbricar 31-year-old earth sorcerer (he/him) from Tijuana, MX (ℹ) One of the highest ranking earth sorcerers in the world, César is seen as the unofficial heir of the current Night Luminary—and he takes the role seriously. As your brother's best friend, he has been a permanent fixture in your life as far as you remember—another persistent reminder of the magic that has remained inaccessible to you and the community that left you behind. He's at least an attractive reminder, even if it's unfortunate that his rare smirk proves that he knows it.

⟡ tropes include the hero, the cold & brooding heir, older brother's best friend/forbidden love, age gap, opposites attract, danger deadpan, glory hound, tall dark & handsome (obviously) ⟡ solo-route (with a possible rivalry with his brother), borderline enemies to lovers, (possible first love), forced proximity, maybe the slowest burn

Rafa Pico (RO) ⟡ High Justicar 27-year-old fire sorcerer (he/him) from Tijuana, MX (ℹ) The younger brother of César....and also his left hand man even though he doesn't take his position within the Night Circle very seriously. He doesn't take anything very seriously except his freedom. Especially his freedom to flirt his way into anyone's good graces.

⟡ tropes include the explorer, the charming playboy, childhood/long time friend, (his) unrequited crush (on you), the (horny) bard, speed demon, hell seeker, elegant classical musician... ⟡ solo-route (with a possible rivalry with his brother), friends to lovers but he never really saw you as a friend, forced proximity, slow burn

Gazi Gharib (RO) ⟡ Photojournalist 28-year-old (she/her or he/him) from New York City, USA (ℹ) Your roommate and best friend ever since you moved to NYC, they're always ready to help you investigate something new and dangerous.

⟡ tropes include the innocent, the best friend, the encouraging charmer, the serial romeo, the casanova, agent mulder (the believer), empathetic communicator, spirited competitor, the klutz ⟡ solo-route or poly-route with Deniz, besties to lovers (and you can start at the lover bit if you'd like cause this one is a...), faaaaaast burn

Deniz Yılmaz (RO) ⟡ Private Investigator 26-year-old (he/him or she/her) from Istanbul, TR (ℹ) Your next-door-neighbor and childhood best friend. You haven't kept in close contact, but they're the first person you think of seeing when you visit home.

⟡ tropes include the jester, agent scully (the skeptic), street-smart investigator, hardboiled detective, erudite stoner, literal-minded/snark knight combo, childhood friends, loyal supporter, gadgeteer genius ⟡ solo-route or poly-route with Gazi, childhood friends (or was it more?) to lovers, (possible second chance romance...), somewhere between slow and fast burn

Dr. Noel Sung (RO) ⟡ Journalist 41-year-old (she/her) from London, UK (ℹ) Your graduate school mentor who you credit for preparing you to land a job at The New York Times as prestigious as it is. She's now your direct supervisor, and she has quite the assignment for you.

⟡ tropes include the magician, high-powered career woman, absent-minded professor(/former forbidden love?), age gap, charismatic intellectual, intuitive leader, pragmatic idealist, deadpan snarker, determinator, shrinking violet, (your possible unrequited crush on her goes here)… ⟡ solo-route, workplace romance (technically; she's your boss now), slow burn

An ancient, hidden society of sorcerers ⟢

The Radiant Circle is the central governing body that maintains harmony and order among sorcerers, as well as keep their community secret. It was originally formed and led by the Resonant Soul (called the High Guardian—this is you) and the most powerful elemental sorcerers of the time (called the Founding Guardians—these are the four souls bonded to you) as an alliance of sorcerers from across the New Kingdom of Egypt.

After its formation, the magical community grew, and eventually, the Radiant Circle was divided into four smaller regional circles called the Ephemeral Circles: the Night Circle (you know the most about this one), the Dawn Circle, the Day Circle, and the Dusk Circle. These four circles, also called luminariates, are the main governing bodies of the current world of sorcery. Every known family of sorcerers lives under the eye of the Radiant Circle and one of the four Ephemeral Circles.

Only the Resonant Soul can be the High Guardian of the Radiant Circle. Only the four souls bonded with Resonant Soul can be the Founding Guardians. During periods where the Resonant Soul or the Guardians aren’t alive, these positions are left vacant and the Ephemeral Circles meet as the Radiant Council annually instead. Unfortunately, it's been so long since there has been a Resonant Soul that there aren't many people left who remember who sits at the top of the hierarchy.

You live as a Threshold—an uninitiated sorcerer, typically a child who can't use magic yet—within the luminariate called the Night Circle. You sit at the bottom of the hierarchy, but every other sorcerer you know? César is an Archumbricar, the right hand of the Night Luminary and leader of the Night Circle. Arseau and Rafa are César's High Justicars, his right and left hands. Your dads even play a role, advising the Luminary from their position in the Night Weave.

A single soul that can control all four elements, reincarnated once again—you ⟢

Before you became the Resonant Soul, you were a child born without magic to two prominent sorcerers sometime before recorded human history begins. Back then, it was common to put the child of every sorcerer through a resonance ritual, even children of sorcerers born without magic who always died in the process. But where there's a will, there's a way, and someone really wanted you to live and created circumstances that bound your souls together—one into endless reincarnation and the other into endless immortality.

You meet the four original Guardians over the course of hundreds of years. Your bonds are unique and have chained the fate of their souls with yours so that they are reincarnated in an endless cycle by your side. Even so, you've lived more lives without them than with them, lived more lives without magic than with it. Almost as if you're fighting a losing battle against knowing your true soul.

Only the Resonant Soul can resonate with all four types of elemental magic, but your magic remains locked away until you regain your memories (how're you supposed to regain memories you don't remember you need to regain? then again, how safe would it be to give you all that power and no recollection of all the mistakes you've made?). The Guardians are known for their extraordinary abilities in one element; their magic isn't sealed away, only their memories (which still isn't convenient—how are you supposed to know who they are if they don't know who they are?).

⟢ retweets & asks are welcome! there is no better writing motivation ♡

〉 Sections: Profiles, Editorials, Articles, Ask Me, Answers, Quotes

[hellkeepers-if]

DEMO (prologue out) UPDATES

Set in an alternate version of Singapore, you're a fresh university graduate bumbling through life as you desperately look for a job.

...Or that's what your mother thinks. In a world where occult ceremonies are as common as an existential crisis, there's no way you were ever going to be a perfectly average office worker. Just like your twin brother, you work for the International Society Of Exorcists (ISOE) which deals with supernatural occurrences, demonic rituals, and the like.

When a tragic event befalls your older sister, it uproots your entire life and everything you ever knew about the supernatural. With it, comes a forced need to come to terms with a family history straight out of the movies. 

After all, how the hell did it take twenty years to find out that you're descended from the freaking king of the underworld?

"I have a duty to myself, but more importantly, my family."

——————

Inspired by Supernatural, Fullmetal Alchemist, Noragami, and the Percy Jackson series, Hellkeepers is a +18 urban fantasy/paranormal interactive fiction, involving elements of Chinese and Southeast-Asian mythology. In every playthrough, you will...

• Play as a female, male, or non-binary Chinese demigod/ess.

• Determine the relationships between you and your family members. After all, they will play a big part in your story...

• Peel apart the full truth behind you and your siblings' birthright. Your parents can't hide it forever.

• Learn more about Chinese and Southeast Asian mythology as you warp into different dimensions, unlike anything you've seen before.

• Learn more about who you were in your past life.

| Nishimura Kazuo (he/him)

Age: 26

Ethnicity: Japanese

With a penchant for mischief and a charm that woos even the most stubborn of grandmas, Kazu is the wildcard of your organization. You think he's an anarchist, and the only reason he's tied down to the ISOE is so that he has an excuse for whatever havoc he wreaks on the supernatural. 

The A-ranked exorcist is your colleague and your brother's mentor, though you rarely ever see him in his office. But if you ever need him for demon fighting, he'll be there. Most of the time.

"Mind taking that pesky thing out for me while I take a quick nap?"

| Quentin Khanh (Quan) (he/him)

Age: 25

Ethnicity: Vietnamese

Quentin, more affectionately known as Quan, was your childhood friend. After he moved overseas, the weekly texts you sent him fizzled into nothing but a lost friendship.

Since then, he's returned to Singapore as a forensics pathologist and researcher under your organisation. Whether you like it or not, you have to no choice but to work with him for most of your investigations.

"If your bribe doesn't involve a penthouse worth of money, don't talk to me."

| Reyna Aliyah Santos (she/her)

Age: 23

Ethnicity: Mixed (Filipino-Chinese)

You've never quite met someone like Reyna. A halfling with a demon mother and a human father. Being raised in Singapore all her life with little knowledge of her parents, it's natural that Reyna would come to the ISOE for help at the mere instance of a fox tail and white fur.

You've been tasked to help her mask and get comfortable with her supernatural powers, but she won't make it easy for you. After all, foxes do bite. 

"Technically, I'm not stealing anything if they don't notice."

| Song Huayun (she/her)

Age: ????

Ethnicity: "Uhh...from Hell?" Chinese

| You don't know too much about Huayun, except for the fact that she lives in Diyu, the Chinese Underworld. As Diyu's gatekeeper, Huayun has seen countless depravities committed by humans before their deaths. That alone has made it hard for her to like them, and the contempt she shows you is no different than what she shows everyone else.

But with time, maybe she'll finally learn what it is like to feel human…and what a smile is.

"If it isn't the star of tonight's show. Welcome to Diyu."

| The Arbiter of Fate (m/f)

Theyre a stranger, or so you say. But this deity knows everyone...especially you.

[ink-flavored]

spitballing some hypothetical magical ailments to use for my urban fantasy anthologies

Wizard Cramps

Caused by having a spell localized to one area for long periods of time

Stiffness or soreness in muscles, skin discoloration (can be many colors or change colors regularly), mirage-like shimmer over the affected area

Taking an over-the-counter magic suppressant until symptoms subside

Enchanter’s Burn (also Creeping Runes)

Caused by having active runes on one area of the body for long periods of time

Rash, skin discoloration (can be many colors or change colors regularly), burning sensation, runes on the body in the place they were written even if previously washed off

Taking over-the-counter magic suppressants and/or using magic suppressing cream on the affected area

Spell Fatigue (also Hex Aches)

Caused by casting too many spells in quick succession or one spell that drains a lot of capacity

Seeing flashes of color, muscle spasms, extreme fatigue, headaches or migraines, inability to cast spells for an extended time

Rest, refraining from casting spells, drinking a magic-replenishing potion, eating food

Potion Sickness (also Hocus-Pukeus)

Caused by drinking too many potions in quick succession, one extremely powerful potion, or a poorly made potion

Nausea and/or vomiting, dizziness, hand tremors, odd-smelling breath

Rest, drinking lots of non-magic fluids, over-the-counter flu medication or magic suppressants

Premature Abscission (also Autumn Heart)

Exclusive to dryads; caused by stress or anxiety, depression, lack of sun or water, or a particular branch being choked of nutrients

Flowers and leaves rotting and falling off too early in the season/before autumn/falling off at all if the dryad is an evergreen species; can be all leaves or only a particular branch

Depending on the cause, there can be many treatments. Most professionals recommend additional sunlight and water no matter what, potentially a pruning if the dryad is particularly wild-growing

[when-i-wake-if]

It has been 18 years since humanity was brought to the truth that monsters, creatures and deities they were all too sure were myths are in fact real well most of them anyway with these new realizations comes new mysteries, problems and hope but dawn (MC 1) never paid too much attention to it but after the death of their father they have been sent reeling the perfect life they had crumbling slowly forcing them into positions they never would have dreamed of. their life colliding and slowly meshing into the unknown creature's deeper darker world. Across the city in a dingy alley badly hurt dusk (MC 2) awakes to no memories other than their name and something they were told that stung like a dagger in their heart for some reason. As Dusk tries to make sense of what is happening they somehow fall into a rabbit hole of crime, mysteries and dark truths all because they are trying to find out who they are and how they ended up in that alley

~Customize your MCs looks, gender identity, clothing style and name

~ Choose your legal job! (Dawn starts the game with a certain job but that job doesn't stay long)

~ Make deals that will change the course of your life

~Customize your room and apartment aesthetic style

~As Dawn manage the relationship with your mother, your ex your, past relationship and current feelings about your dead dad. As Dusk unravels your past try to figure out what happened to you or set It all aside and attempt to make a new life for yourself

~Romance 4 different characters for both MCs and hey if you want to romance a god as one or both MCs!

Dawns ROs

Xeno || Xe/Xem || 21 || Human

"Hellooo how is my favourite co-worker! I brought you your favourite drink, I'm amazing! I know~"

Description ~ Short coily dark brown hair, lean build with a Bronze complexion, dark green eyes, Nubian nose, Xyr height is 5’11, Xe has a full tattoo sleeve on Xes right arm and a tattoo on the side of Xyr neck when outside of work Xeno tends to wear ripped black jeans, no sleeve neck length shirt, runners and a bunch of rings, necklaces and one stud earring.

Selena || She/Her || ?? || Ghost

"Please! Don't be scared i mean you no harm le-let me explain"

Description ~ Shoulder-length ginger hair that is curled at the tips, She has a chubby build and pale skin, greyish blue eyes, a button nose, height if she could stand on the floor would be 5’3, freckles kiss her face and shoulders, she forever dressed in a light blue tea length swing dress and stockings with a pair of black flats, adorned in pearl earrings and necklace, to most she appears slightly translucent

Brier || He/Him or She/Her || Gender selectable|| 228 || Vampire

"Oh, sweetheart are you okay? please don't cry how about a rose? will that give you back your pretty little smile"

Description ~ Chin length afro-textured dark brown hair, Slim build and ebony complexion, Dark red eyes, button nose, height 5’7, outside of work they typically wear wide cuff pants, cropped blouse with a sweetheart collar, 4-inch heels or black dress shoes, round glasses, realistic heart shaped earrings, ruby necklace, silver rings

Míng || They/He || 30 || Dragon

"Well maybe if you watched or read the news more you would know how shitty it is, for people who aren't human like you."

Description ~ bleached white shoulder-length hair, lean build light brown complexion, black sclera and piercing yellow iris, flat nose height being 5'7, scales litter their body colours mainly being yellow and orange with some red ones sprinkled in, typically wears graphic tees , with a worn-out black bomber jacket, cargo pants and platform boots

Both MCs

Is || she/her, he/him or they/them || Gender selectable || ??? || Minor God of death {and dreams}

"Is it truly a lie or is it just not the truth you want to hear. darling, you have so much to learn"

Description~ Long straight black hair that reaches past their ass typically in some kind of intricate hairstyle with silver jewellery woven in, curvy build with a tanned complexion, pale white eyes, roman nose, height 8,5 when not forced to dress modestly they are always wearing a short dress with a marabou robe or a satin robe and six-inch heels, adorned in many silver bracelets, necklaces, rings and flower earrings and they have belly button piercing

Dusks ROs

Sire || He/Him || 26 || Kelpie

"you should watch where you going around here kid someone will end up killing you if you are not careful"

Description ~ Shoulder length wavy dark green hair so dark it almost appears black Sire's hair always seems to look wet/damp, he has a dad bod and Ivory complexion, black eyes, Greek nose, His height is on the slightly shorter side standing at 5’4, usually wearing black leather pants, dress shoes and a button up shirt that never fully buttoned up

Loralie || They/Them || 24 || Siren

"you are so adorable I could eat you up~ how about I buy you a drink gorgeous"

Description ~ Mid back length black goddess braids, Athletic Swimmer build and Dark brown complexion with dark blueish grey scales scattered about, piercing grey eyes, Flat nose, height 6’2, a large scar down the middle of their chest, gills most noticeable upon their neck, outside of work they typically wear cargo pants, muscle shirt, converse shoes, a gold locket, dangle earrings, spectrum piercing

Joshua || He/They || 20 || Werewolf

"Plan?? I never said I had a plan did I? ...oh well I didn't but don't worry I can get us out of this"

Description ~ Short messy dirty blonde hair, muscular build and tan complexion, amber eyes, Greek nose though it has obviously been broken in the past, scar along the right of their jaw, freckles speckled over his face, height 6’0, typically wears work boots, jeans and a muscle shirt with a flannel jacket

Z || She/He/They || ?? || Undead

"pay me back? how about you let me eat you and I'll take that as your repayment I'm quite hungry and you're starting to irritate me"

Description ~ Messy straight chin length black hair with strands of grey hairs throughout, skinny build and pale olive and appears slightly greeny yellowish, black eyes, hawk nose, the height of 5'6 the left corner of her mouth is carved away revealing most of their teeth and flesh and their left hands pinky and ring finger are just bone the surrounding area seems to have a hideous burn scar though he typically covers it up by wearing white gloves, black turtle neck, beige torn pants and two different pairs of dirty runners

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How do you climb up from rock bottom what are you willing to do. to sacrifice. to find out the truth what will you do when you get those truths what if they aren't what you expected or wanted will you help others or push the world aside? how far is too far to achieve your goals

Demo: TBA || My other IF || Charater Portaits: coming soon

[innocentlymacabre]

THE CRESCENT OF FOOLS AND FORGOTTEN TIME ⤳ a wip (re)intro

Lucille Carmine is not one to relinquish her hold on someone once her wicked talons have sunk into them, as Jayce all too painfully learns once more. He’s pulled into her employ again, Lott jumping in after his best friend, tasked - under extreme duress, of course - to retrieve The Liminality Paradox. Previously thought to have been nothing more than a bedtime story, Jayce and Lott find themselves unwillingly heading to The Crescent of Fools and Forgotten Time, right into the heart of The Fool’s domain, a place where time and space lose all meaning, where everything that has ever happened is happening all at once and where nothing ever happens all the same. A place where the ends of the universe could be nothing more than a hop, skip, and a jump away, but the five feet in front of you could stretch out to infinity and beyond. A place where the insane rule sovereign and the sane are grinded to a dust, folded into the ripples of the Crescent. All to steal an artifact of untold power for one of the most dangerous overlords of the criminal world, and to lay even more unchecked power at her feet for her to abuse.

STATUS: querying

GENRE: urban fantasy / heist / comedy

MEDIUM: feature film

WARNINGS: description/depiction of wounds, death and pain (will be modified as necessary)

LINKS: WIP tag (x) | Ko-fi 💜 (x)

general taglist in the comments (ask to be added/removed!) // newsletter

any boosting would be much appreciated!

picture credits: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

[thackeroy]

Finally got around to taking a photo of midnight whispers, there's still some bits I need to fix from my thread coming loose, but for now I'm done messing with it.

[highinmiamiii]

ya’ll aren’t ready for whatever me and @billybutcherxyou are cooking up right now. it’s everywhere, we have no idea where this is going yet but i can guarantee it will make you all feral just as much if not more as it is making me

[simstoryu]

john r strip mall [wip]

:: pizza spot, video game store/arcade, salon (hair and nail), gym, “for lease” storefront, and nightclub

stream

[unmotivated-artist164]

HI EVERYONE

A/N: So I finally got a break from my classes and I managed to finish Part 2 of "The Fewer The Desires, The More Peace." YAY!

CW: Smut (crazy, ik) 18+, LANGUAGE, improper use of a hot tub, Oral (M&GN receiving), angst ending. GN reader

Playlist for this fic ^^^

HAVE FUN!

The sun dipped just below the horizon line, sinking out of view as it painted the sky with vivid orange hues swirled with luscious pink tones.

The warm rays kissed your skin as you walked out onto the balcony of your hotel room, fingers clutching the cotton towel around your torso. The Boys were currently on an endorsed mission, allowing for more comfortable sleeping arrangements this time around, versus the normally decrepit motels.

Motels.

Your mind wandered back to your pleasurable encounter with Butcher those weeks ago.

The dynamic between you both has shifted since then. You could call it friends with benefits, seeing as there was no better name for it. Butcher would seek you out late at night when the rest of the team was asleep, before he took out his frustration on you thoroughly in the only way he could see how. Y'know, without blood and guts.

But lately there have been some nights....not often, but some....where Butcher was gentler. Kissing along your skin accompanied by hushed words dripping with the sweetest honey. Gentle thrusts or the curling of fingers that just KNOW how to make you mewl his name in the most sinful way.

You shook off those thoughts as you glanced at the expansive hot tub on your balcony, remembering your original purpose for coming out here.

The towel dropped from your frame as you hurriedly slipped into the secluded porcelain, sighing at the sensation of the temperamental water against your skin, easing your tense and aching muscles after a long day.

Time blurs together, not knowing if it was minutes or hours you sat there before a knock sounded at your door.

You froze before registering the sound. It was heavy and rhythmic.

Butcher.

You quickly surveyed your options. 'I could get out and grab my towel, at least appear a little decent. Or I could bolt and pull on clothes, but I don't want to leave him waiting.'

'But....if he's here right now, I'll end up without clothes anyway by the end of the night.' You mentally huffed.

"Come in!" You finally decided as you bellowed, remaining in the hot tub.

The sound of the door clicking reached your ears, imposing footsteps making the hardwood floor creak before the sliding glass panel swished open.

Butcher stalked out onto the balcony, eyes wandering before they landed on you, expression changing into an amused grin. "Ello' ello. Seems I been missin' out all on the fun tonight." He purred at you, standing in his signature trench coat and *horrible* Hawaiian shirt with dark pants. (Jk, we love the fit.)

You snorted, arms resting across your body subconsciously with a predatory smile back. "Such an old pervert." You mused.

Butcher mock-gasped at your jab, placing a hand over his heart in feigned offense. "You wound me, love. I thought you adored me silver fox charm." He pouted for a moment before he smirked.

"Besides, older lads have more.....experience, i tell ya. We know our way around someone's body. How to be a damn gentleman."

"You are far from a gentleman." You shot back.

"And you like it, don't ya?" Butcher snickered with his signature head wiggle.

Your cheeks heated and your hand rose, flipping him off as he cackled, purely amused by your fiery reply.

"Room for two in there, aye?" Butcher's voice inquired, breaking the silence that had fallen as he was already undressing. You sighed and waved your hand to the bubbling water. "Go ahead, I suppose."

His clothes pooled at his feet, along with your towel before he prowled towards you, climbing over the side and slipping under the water with a groan.

"Bloody hell, that's it." His eyes closed as he settled. Butcher's dark eyes fluttered open, lingering on you. "Ya know, you ain't gotta cover up for me sake. 'Seen it all before."

You rolled your eyes but let your hands fall from your body, resting in the water. "So insistent."

An amused smirk tugged at the corners of Billy's mouth as he watched your hands drop, his eyes drinking you in like a parched man. He followed you, lazily propelling himself towards you with smooth, powerful strokes, his eyes never leaving your figure.

When he reached your side, he stopped and leaned back against the side of the hot tub, his muscular arms resting along the edge. "Just saying, love. No point in hidin' what's already been memorized."

You rolled your eyes with a snicker as you moved your hands through the water while Butcher relaxed against the wall, his own form on display.

'He looked like such a dad in that pose. I wonder what he'd look like with a kid on his knee-'

*No.*

You cut off that train of thought IMMEDIATELY, knowing you'd never experience that fantasy coming true.

Butcher could practically see your thoughts running through your head, picking up on the subtle cues you exuded. He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "You got a faraway look, love. Whatcha thinking 'bout over there, hmm?"

Your chest filled with embarrassment and waved his words off. "O-oh, it's nothing. My mind is just wandering a little bit. It's really nothing to worry about."

He didn't buy it though, eyes narrowing slightly as he pushed off the edge of the tub, moving closer to you in the water, an arm resting behind you. "Now, now, love. Don’t lie to me. I may be many things, but gullible ain't fucking one of em. That pretty little head thinkin' bout somethin, ain't it? Spill."

The sounds of the city below you both filled the silence before you moved, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, fingers brushing in the base of dark hair at the nape of his neck. "Nothing, I promise. Just...trivial stuff. Dinner, the weather, stuff like that." You replied, hoping to get him to believe you.

Butcher's hands instinctively moved to rest on your waist, steadying you on instinct, palms gripping your soft flesh.

"Yeah, that's bollocks, and we both know it." He grumbled, his eyes meeting yours, trying to discover the truth. "You're not the type to think so hard about something like dinner." He mumbled as you giggled softly.

"I promise, it's nothing." You assured him in a low tone before leaning in, pressing your lips to his, taking in his smokey, whiskey-laced taste.

Kissing you back with a mixture of familiarity and pent up desire, Butcher's hands lowered around your hips, pulling your body taut against his. He could feel the heat radiating off your body, the water lapping gently around the two of you.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding along the seam of your lips, seeking entry that you granted, grunting as he tilted your head back to deepen the kiss. His fingers dug into your hips, his actions demanding and full of subtle dominance. Butcher turned and pressed you against the wall of the hot tub, his kisses growing more wild and full of need. Your fingers ran in his hair, legs wrapping around his waist as his calloused hands held you up under your thighs.

"You little fucking brat," Butcher hissed against your lips as your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling your body flush against his. His hands slid down to grip your ass, anchoring you to him as he broke the kiss, his lips moving to trail along the side of your neck. He nibbled and suckled softly at the sensitive skin there, leaving behind faint pink marks you knew would be a deep purple by morning.

Billy let out a deep groan as you ground your hips against him, against his slowly hardening cock. His grip on you tightened, his fingers digging into your muscle.

"Fuck, love. This ain't gonna end well if you keep fuckin' humpin' me like a dog, you damned tease." he growled in your ear, his breath hot on your skin.

You giggle despite the circumstances and kiss along his jaw, across the side of his neck. "What're you gonna do, hmm? Fuck me silly? You've already done that, Butcher, i think it might be getting a little old."

Butcher froze for a moment before he roughly grabbed your chin, dragging your gaze to him, his own eyes filled with a daunting and dangerous gleam you don't normally see.

"Ohhh. Y'wanna repeat that, love? M'not sure if me ears be the best anymore, cause there ain't no fuckin' way you're pullin' this cheeky bollocks on me, knowin' I could have ya' weepin' f'me." He cooed condescendingly as one of his hands traveled down to the space between your legs, fingers lightly tracing your inner thighs, not letting you have satisfaction yet.

You gripped his shoulders, bucking your hips to drive his touch closer to where you need him. "Billy, please." You stuttered.

Butcher clicked his tongue with a feral grin. "Ah, ah. Y'gonna be a good little plaything fo' big scary Butcher?"

Your eyes would flutter, covered in a shadow of desire, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth as you lowered your chin, batting your eyelashes at Butcher. "Please, Butcher. I need you so bad."

Butcher's chest rumbled with a deep snicker as he hoisted you onto the edge of the hot tub, throwing your legs over his shoulder as he sank further into the water.

"Fuckin' hell." Butcher cursed under his breath. "Didn't know you were on the pull, love." He whispered into your inner thigh, lips grazing the sensitive flesh as he kneaded them. Your fingers raked in his hair, tugging on the charcoal locks, attempting to yank him closer to where you desired him.

Billy chuckled and licked along the length of you, groaning as the taste of you danced on his tongue. "Oh, fuck." He hissed before he dove in, nipping and sucking wildly as you gasped, back arching against the railing of the hot tub, the contrast of the cold metal against your heated skin making your head spin. "God, Billy." You mewled, breathing quickening.

"God ain't here love, s'just me." He purred, winking at you between your thighs like a complete dork before intensifying his efforts.

Heat pooled in your belly, the coil tightening already. Not even your favorite vibe could get you this close, THIS fast.

You came with a shriek of his name, pulling on his hair hard enough to cause Butcher to groan loudly into you.

"God damn it all, ya fuckin' soaked me, didn't ya'?" Butcher grinned as he wiped his lower lip, his beard glistening with the evidence of your pleasure.

"How 'bout a change of scenery, aye?"

Butcher wrapped your legs around his waist, stepping out of the hot tub, water dripping from the both of you, the hardwood floors becoming slippery as he tossed you onto the bed roughly.

"Would you quit manhandling me?" You mock pouted.

"Ya like it too much fo' me to stop." Butcher purred as you slid down to your knees on the floor while he sat on the foot of the bed, his cock throbbing, the tip leaking with a cherry hue.

You traced your thumb down the front of his shaft, tracing a thick vein as he growled, becoming impatient.

"Betta' get to work before I stretch that pretty throat, love."

You chuckled and your thumb swiped the tip, collecting the bead of his pre-cum, bringing it to your mouth while keeping eye contact with him.

"Naughty, naughty." Billy hissed before grabbing your hair by the roots, roughly shoving you towards his cock as you gasped. "'nough teasin', now."

You composed yourself before kissing up from the base, feeling it twitch before you lightly sucked on the tip, your hand wrapping around his shaft to stroke the rest as you worked your way down his length.

Butcher sighed and his head fell back as you pleased him. "That's it." He breathed through his teeth.

But he needed more. He needed YOU.

You let Butcher lift you to your feet with his tight grip on your chin, never breaking eye contact as your body moves sensually.

"I think we've been playin' enough, yeah?" Billy questioned. You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck as you slid into his lap, spreading your legs for him. He licked his fingers before they traced along your entrance, slipping in easily. "Ohhhh, look at that. Little thing's beggin' fo' me." He cooed as he stretched you out for his cock.

You'd stutter and buck your hips, trying to drive him deeper, needing every last part of him. "Butcher, please." You beg, pupils dilating as you drank in his frenzied gaze.

"Do ya want me cock, pretty thing? Do ya need me to satisfy ya like no dobber can?" He rasped in your ear.

As soon as you frantically nodded, Butcher was turning you over onto your hands and knees in the middle of the bed, a calloused and rough hand running distinctly gentle fingers down your spine as your back was deliciously arched for his hungry gaze. He slipped on a condom he found in the nightstand. (10/10 hotel)

"Oh look atcha. All laid out f'me. Don't worry, I'll ruin you nice and good." Butcher murmured in his silvery voice before he breaks off with a sharp intake of breath as he runs his tip along your entrance, teasing you.

Butcher groaned, swallowed by your warmth as he buried himself inside of you. "F-fuck you're so tight. So perfect f'me."

"Billy, please!" You keened into the sheets before Butcher slammed all the way inside of you, cutting off your plea with a gasp as you frantically grasped the headboard for purchase.

"That's it!" Butcher barked as he started at a rough pace, no longer wanting to hold back. "Fuckin' take it. This is what you wanted, aye?" His hand slips around to trace down your throat, feeling your fluttering pulse as he ravishes you.

"O-oh fuck! Fuck, Fuck me harder!" You'd whine as you bounced your hips back to meet his thrusts, and the sound of skin slapping reverberating through the room was downright *nasty.*

Butcher swallowed hard as he was losing himself in knee-buckling, mind numbing, skin tingling, gasping pleasure with you, frantically kissing down your spine, digging his fingers into your hips to move faster, wanting- no- NEEDING you to find your orgasm with him.

"Come on, pretty girl/boy. I know you can do betta' than that. I know how much you want me. Fuck, you could be wearing a garbage bag and I'd still want ya, love." Butcher babbled as the coil in your stomach got tighter from his rough voice.

"Butcher, fuck! Oh god, I need you. Want you, all the time." You crooned, melting into the sheets as you lost your grip on the headboard, Butcher's palm coming up to run through your hair as your face pressed into the sheets.

What made your vision go white with bliss however, was when Butcher leaned down, intertwining his fingers with yours intimately, causing this new angle to drill into your sweet spot, causing you to thrash, racing over that edge with a howl of his name. (that the team most likely heard 🫢)

Butcher's vision goes white as his cock swells inside of you, filling the condom as he bucks his hips to prolong your pleasure.

As you came down from your high, you turned over, lax and boneless into the mattress as Butcher pulled out, tying the condom and discarding it before turning his gaze back towards you.

He gave you a small smirk, seeming more calm as he prowled on top of you, kissing up your body.

"How ya' feelin', love?" Billy whispered against your chest, listening to your heartbeat.

You turned my head to look into his eyes. This wasn't Butcher. It was William. Billy. He wasn't just all sexy swagger that radiated sin and indulgence. This was the man that had nestled his way into your heart late at night. He looked almost...beautiful.

"I'm perfect." You answered with a gentle but sleepy smile.

You couldn't help but lean forward, kissing him oh so gently as your thumb traced his cheekbone.

Billy froze for a moment, caught off guard by the gentle kiss. Every fiber of his being was used to receiving only passionate kisses from you, filled with lust and desire. But this... this was different. It was gentle, soft, filled with affection he hadn't felt in a long time.

It terrified him.

He roughly pushed you away, shoving you backwards into the soft sheets of the bed as he looked down at you. His normal bastard vibrato snaps into place again. "Aye, what'cha tryin'a pull, love? Looking' fo' a round two? M'sorry darlin', but m'little tuckered out fo' that."

Butcher grabbed his clothes and roughly yanked them on, running his fingers along the collar of his trench coat, plastering on a devilish smirk. "Give ya a bell next time, love." He spun on his heel, putting on a show of slipping out of the room as your mouth opened to say......something. ANYTHING. Just for him to say this once..........

But he was already gone into the night......

Butcher stood in the chilly night air, his skull thumping quietly against the wall next to your room. His shaky fingers found THE necklace under his shirt, gripping it hard enough to leave an imprint in his palm.

His thoughts raced like a damn Daytona 500 track. Billy felt like a traitor, with every thump of his heart, driving him further and further into these feelings head-on. How could he move on from Becca so quickly? With his damn teammate of all things.

He'd just have to nip this in the bud, he concluded before he growled, shoving his hands into his pockets as he sauntered away from your room. And out of your private life.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed part 2! I'm already getting some ideas for part 3, so lmk if you wanna be in the tag list! My inbox is open for questions, requests, or just to say hi!

Love you all, eat or drink something, go for a walk, take a break, AND FEEL GOOD ABOUT YOUR BEAUTIFUL SELF GOD DAMN IT!

[angybk7]

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[witchblood-if]

“A Macigian never reveals their secrets. A Witch even less so.”

Well, you had a good run. For the last 70 or so years that you've had your little shop in Esmar's capital, nothing overly exciting happened. Apart from the occasional political changes and economical shifts, you could mostly carry on business as usual. But when the Fae calling herself your "best and only friend" invites you to pull a heist on your rival's home you didn't realize what effect that stunt would have on your immortal life. But damn, you really wanted that statue back.

Play Demo

Witch Blood is an upcoming urban fantasy interactive fiction story where you take on the role of one of the last proper witches of Esmar, hoping to resolve a very time-sensitive mystery that might cost you your own life if you don’t get on with the investigation soon.

Does it have to do with random people’s head exploding?

Is this the reason you seem to have more prophetic dreams than usual?

Why are there so many strangers storming into your shop demanding answers you couldn’t possibly know?

And why does your familiar keep eating your receipts? You need those for your taxes!

Create your very own witch. Appearance, personality, gender and sexuality...  All that Jazz

Choose a furry (or non-furry) companion for your immortal life

Become a master of 5 witchy skills that may or may not help you along the road

Keep your business afloat (you got bills to pay, after all)

Solve a mystery, save a bunch of people, and meet the Gods (???)

Find love, friendship, or rivalry (or maybe all three of them at the same time) with 5 different people who will. Not. Leave. You. Alone.

And for the love of the Gods: please stop spitting coins

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So far it will probably be a 16+ kind of rating for:

Mentions of violence, blood and gore

Strong language, cursing

Suggestive language

but things might change. I’ll keep you updated in any case.

The Best Friend: Faith (f)

Flirty and flighty, Faith is certainly living her best life. And while she’s not always the most reliable of friends, she always shows up for your weekly tea and gossip session (and more often than not with baked goods as well). If you’re looking for a fun night out: Faith is your gal. Don’t ask how she pays for all of it without having a job though.

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The Knight in Shining Armor: Isaac (m)

A stranger visiting your shop and ... flirting with you? Thankfully you’ve lived long enough to see through his ploy and stay unaffacted to his charms. Mostly. With a quick smile, a stance almost too relaxed and some really suspicious questions you can’t quite get a read on him. And you have the feeling he is also not really a tourist interested in your special sale items.

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The Loyal Advisor: Eli (f/m/nb)

Another stranger. This one seems much more honest than the last one but somehow you haven’t decided yet if you appreciate that or not. They say there is a problem their employer has sent them to hopefully solve and after some extensive research you seemed to be the least untrustworthy person of your craft to potentially help. You can’t quite tell from their stoic face if that sentence was supposed to be a compliment, a joke or very subtle sarcasm. But the pay they offer is nothing to turn your nose up at and you’ve worked for way shadier people.

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The Crazy Mushroom: Mezilkree (f/m/nb)

Mezilkree has been a frequent visitor of yours for quite some years. Mostly they just hang out at your shop and try to scare potential customers. When you try to make them leave they declare they are a customer, throw a bottle cap on your counter and shove a handful of candy from the jar you keep for kids in their mouth. Sometimes they even do buy something if they’re on an errand for their family, but as their community grows more and more resentful of non-mushrooms this occasion becomes rarer and rarer. In the many years of botherment, you have found Mezilkree to be a mischievous but sweet troublemaker. Some of the time, at least.

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The Other Witch: Levan (nb)

An Enemy. A Fiend. Your Immortal Rival. Most of the time you and Levan stay clear of each other, as is agreed upon in your Contract of Geniality. But now they have decided to steal a very valuable artifact you have spent months on locating. At least you’re pretty sure it was them, who else would be skilled enough to enter your home. Even though you don’t particularly get along, Levan is a witch you have known for the longest of time. But because of their spiteful nature and (admittedly somewhat deserved) arrogance you have long decided to avoid them, lest you burn down the whole town in a fit of anger. They really know how to push your buttons.

ROs Physical Appearance 

Witch Types

Demo

#ro ask ----> Scenarios and asks including all ROs

#ros ----> unspecific general info about ROs

#ch: [name] ----> info about that RO, often paired with #ros

#ch: carter ----> facts and info and rambling about the author

#mc ----> anything to do with your character, customization and so on

#lore and #lore ask ----> anything that’s about worldbuilding

#story and story ask ----> anything to do with plot

#lovely ocs ----> readers showing off their ocs

#lovely readers ----> lovely words from lovely people

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Hello my lovelies! This is a first attempt at Interactive Fiction, and on an even more important to note: a first real attempt at writing. I hope it doesn’t suck too much! Also please forgive orthographic and grammatical errors, English isn’t my first language :) (if you see something, say something tho)

Currently the prologue is in the works and will face some editing and expanding.

Until then,

Love, Carter