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Welcome To Redacted Updates!
A blog dedicated to giving you updates on Redacted Audios on YouTube & Patreon.
Inactive as of January 13th, 2024.
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Weekly Schedule
Patreon early access: Tuesday & Friday at 4PM MST
YouTube release: Wednesday & Saturday at 4PM MST
Monthly BA: On the Wednesday closes to the 15th of every month (I believe?)
Hewll Yeah Podcast: They used to do like 3PM MST on Sundays/Mondays. But there hasn't been a schedule since early summer of 2023
*Erik's timezone is MST
Tags
redacted youtube updates - Updates of the youtube channel
redacted patreon updates - Updates of the patreon (please see FAQ below)
HYP updates - Updates of the Hewll Yeah Podcast
redacted erik updates - Updates of Erik, Mr Redacted himself
queue - posts from the queue
reblog - reblogged posts
Character Tags
gavin update - updates on our favorite incubus Gavin
lasko update - updates on the bestest sub- i mean nervous air elemental
asher update - updates on beta of the shaw pack, asher!!!
hush update - updates on hush...the mysterious entity...shhh...
sam update - updates on the sweet cowboy vampire
james update - updates on the guy who has a point
vincent update - updates on a vampiric prince
david update - updates on our alpha werewolf fiancée
porter update - updates on the mysterious vamp back in town
regulus update
ivan update
(this will be "real time" updated as characters get updates!)
Mods
Mod Dany - all pronouns, EST (unavailable after 8pm-ish), does transcrips/image descs when i have the time, will sometimes post meme/shitpost, tag: mod dany
FAQ
What is this?
An update account dedicated to Redacted Audio on YouTube (& Patreon).
What do you update?
Everything! Sometimes, Erik related activity. But mostly, video uploads, character lore, etc...
Who operates this?
I'm Dany. I run other Update Account blogs on tumblr and I've been watching Redacted since late 2021, and I've been involved with the fandom since summer of 2022.
Do you update stuff related to the Patreon?
Yes and no. This will be a situation to situation thing. However, I will not, ever update about anything that is posted behind a paywall for a reason. I will not disrespect Erik's wishes, so I won't post about BA's, certain upcoming content, links to private streams, etc... (if you have any specific questions about this feel free to ask!)
Do you post updates about the characters?
Yes! That is more or less the point of this blog!
How do I start watching Redacted?
The answer to this will defiantly be different from person to person, but personally I started with the "Everything" Playlist, it's all of the videos in a playlist in the order of release. But if you don't want to start with that, you can start with character/story playlists. Starting with either Freelancer Season One (Gavin, Lasko, Damien, & Huxley), Vincent, or David and explore from there! There really isn't a "right" way to watch Redacted, so whichever way you choose will probably be best for you :)
Who is [insert character here]?
Character Guide
Will updates be put in the main tag?
Yes and no. Again, this is a situation to situation thing! If you wish for me to further elaborate please feel free to ask!
Where did the pfp come from?
It's a screenshot I took of Erik from the podcast, it's from episode 47!
There's a podcast?
Yeah, Erik has a podcast with his friend Odie. The podcast is not about Redacted, they are totally separate things, but sometimes Erik will talk about Redacted related things.
Can I tell Erik about your blog?
I mean, technically yeah you can and I really don't think Erik would care...however, getting an Erik notice or his attention would honestly really freak me out lol so I'd rather no one bring it to his attention for the sake of my anxiety
If you have a question that wasn't answered please feel free ask it in the ask box!
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#liam when i get you#😔 no build up no conflict barely any talking.... it's like [redacted] all over again#like wasn't opposed to it but like...i wanted them to actually like. talk?#if he wasn't always on that damn phone#now it's like. ok Cool so we're just going whatever is popular#like#imogen and laudna had build up they have had conflict!#i don't count smth matt mostly participated in as build up? 😭 idk i just like#i wanted better for them#but seeing how it happened had definitely turned it stale for me#:(#sad....i really loved this campaign at the start#not just shipping reasons lol#but all of it#is it so much to ask for the campaign to actually focus on the group they're playing as?#for there to be more downtime for the characters to build relationships with eachother?#idk#i feel like everytime i read the updates on the new episodes i get more disappointed#and sucks cause this campaign truly had some of my favorite pcs#and this is mostly me whining and i get it it's their game but they're also turning a profit on it so lol i think i can say i'm disappointe#i think hearing abt this episode really solidified not wanting to catch up#like ok cool so we're just. mcu-ing this now.#and other things#yeah just sad#c hetney pock o'pea ur perfect though. the only bitch who hasn't let me down ever.#edit: everytime i get a note on this i am welcoming another little hater
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Satoru's Psyche|Surfacing
"Power dynamics, they're fluid."
Session 1 of 10|Next Session
🗂️Patient Chart Update: Routine patient visit and care performed. Patient is stable, mostly corporative, and only mildly rowdy today. Vitals are clear, appetite is normal, nothing of interest to report other than slightly abnormal behavior resulting in the [REDACTED] incident, pending Nurse deliberation on how to proceed with patient disciplinary action. 📋 Length of Session (w.c): 5.2k out of "we will cross that bridge when we get to it 🤠" 💊Intake Chart (tags): this is a full-blown AU with a slowww build-up, yandere-ish behavior, pet names, angst, compulsive flirter Gojo (he literally cannot help it), mentally unstable Gojo, Nurse!Reader ✏️doctor's angel’s note: there’s something very, very special about how this story was born. extended author’s note at the end of this chapter if you’re curious|kk I'm done talking - enjoy Satoru’s Psyche. 🎼 Waiting room music: Child's Play|SZA
They all worshipped the strongest.
But no one saw the man; no one noticed the cracks until it was too late.
The first appeared after the Star Plasma Vessel mission—Gojo's near-death experience and first awakening.
Then, it was his best friend, Suguru Geto. His betrayal, death. Murder.
The blood on Gojo's hands left such a deep mark.
Devastation. Irreparable damage.
No matter what Gojo did after that, death followed him like a loyal dog.
And when the final crack happened in the Prison Realm, with no distraction from his own thoughts and burdens and painstakingly harsh reality, Satoru Gojo bent..then snapped.
He can't remember what happened after being unsealed.
All he knew was the blood that came afterward.
Apparently, he went on a rampage, but in his psyche, it didn't matter.
Nothing mattered.
And he didn't feel guilt—not in the slightest.
They must have gotten what they deserved, right?
The thoughts were deafening.
But Gojo’s natural tendency to play the hero was even louder and got the best of him. The realization of what he’d done was haunting—plaguing and persuading him like a Devil in his ear until he turned himself in to shut the voices the fuck up.
Once again, good ruled over evil and the world was safe.
In Gojo's own sick and twisted way, he had once more saved the day.
And as a thank you? He's here, in a fucking straitjacket, seals all around to make his cursed energy dormant. At least, that's what those old fools believe…
Gojo can't help but scoff, recalling all their nonsense.
“You're unstable. The mind needs to be healed.”
Blah fucking blah. What a load of bullshit.
However, society never took too kindly to a little mass murder, so fine.
Gojo will play nice... for now.
And for the most unexpected reason why.
His grin only deepens, a borderline predatory look as he hears those familiar footsteps.
Ah...how wonderful.
“There you are.”
The man waits by the door, shoulder framing your entrance and leaning on the wall. Welcoming, warm and expectantly, before the locks can disengage.
Like many times before, your eyes meet through the window pane. A dull blue under snowy white lashes, heavy and following yours, but barely piercing the plastic—small and artificial—only a thin layer of careful separation, but you both see right through it. Neutrality on your face but wavering sharpness in your eyes. And a glint in his as the familiar buzz! ushers you into his world.
“How’s my favorite nurse?” he asks like a broken record. All casual-like, as if his arms aren’t meticulously tucked into tight restraints that work hard against his muscled frame. “Missed your favorite psychopath?”
He couldn’t sound more arrogant, but still has to smirk watching you brush past him—expecting nothing less—but feels a different air.
There’s a pep in your step, carrying you into the stark white room and making it impossible to miss the subtle sway of your hips and dangling supply bag on your arm. Naturally fluid as if you’re oblivious to its sensual nature.
Gojo rarely saw you wear any emotion on your sleeve, let alone what he thought was hints of joy, but something was slipping through the cracks.
And what’s that? A slight grin on your face?
What exactly do we have here?
This attitude is foreign. Better than the blank slate or frequent exhaustion you usually walk in with, but this was a side of you that was unfamiliar.
What’s got you in such a mood, he wonders? And what else could it be, if not him?
It’s all because today is an “okay day”. And in places like your ward, “okay” is as good as gold.
Rounds have been fairly simple in the usually chaotic hospital—a small win if you put things in perspective, but it’s enough for you to feel good about it.
Hell, with the way things usually go around here, it feels like Christmas came early and you got just what you wanted.
A big, whopping present called “all of your co-workers showing up to work”. The standard for most workplaces but here, such miracles only exist in your daydreams to get through your usually fucked schedule.
But not today. Today, the angels personally visited your ward to carry your burdens and lighten your load. For the first time in months, you didn’t groan the second you saw your patient roster for the day and instead had to do a doubletake because the list was surprisingly short. Only your regulars sat on it and that could only happen if the ward was fully-staffed.
You thought it was a mistake when you checked the schedule this morning, but no, everyone’s name sat prettily on the sign-in sheet at the front desk—a sight you hadn’t seen since orientation and was confirmed with every familiar and slightly foreign face you passed in the halls.
There were no call-outs, no extra work, and the best part, no unexpected shift changes.
Overtime would not get its hands on you today and the thought alone made you feel lighter because enough time is spent in these melancholy walls as is.
With thoughts on the week’s end, you found yourself drifting through the day on autopilot. Wondering if you should make plans—doubtful you’ll see them through—and time seemed to be flying by with your thoughts. Following the rarely-seen routine you know like the back of your hand helped you blaze through the morning and grow closer to sweet rest for your already aching feet.
Miracles were coming in left and right, proof that today just might be your day. It’s still early, but no one had broken out of their room or flung any property around yet. Guards sit comfy and reclined at their posts, lounging around more than they’re being called, and you haven’t even had to run off to the lockers to change your scrubs that are usually ruined by now. Luck is keeping you high and dry—free from accidents or patient tantrums, both of which are all too common. And always seem to have your name on them.
But the cherry on top, second to none, pièce de résistance.
Is a possibility.
Just the teeniest, tiniest, sliver of a chance…to walk out of these doors early.
Be still your beating heart.
Early release?? Unheard of. You almost skipped through the halls thinking about it. Dreaming of the reclaimed time—the deliciously healthy heap of rest.
With no signs of trouble, aside from forcing yourself to chug a wildly unhealthy energy drink to fight off tendrils of sleep, you just may be in the clear.
Things seem steady in the sleepy ward today. So sure, you’re in a relatively good mood.
But is it good enough to deal with Gojo?
It puzzles you, how he always knows you’re coming before he sees you. How he sort of announces your presence before you get the chance. Like the honor belongs to him.
The psychopath.
Your head tilts at the diagnosis, hearing it come from his lips for the first time. Even if unseriously.
He’s self-aware, at least. Not that the confession makes your visits any easier.
Over time, after working so closely with a personality like Gojo’s, you’ve learned to take everything he says with a grain of salt. Especially when it comes from such shameless lips.
Answering his question with an eye-roll, you set your supplies down to pull out your clipboard and check his vitals. Something that once upon a time made your palms sweat and throat dry, but never showed on your face. You knew what the role required, what it would need for you to survive—intimidation and cowardice were not a part of it—and eventually, after you banged that into your head enough, even if you had to fake it til you made it, you became used to the routine.
As has Gojo, complying with each step on the checklist like it was second nature. Walking over to his favorite spot to be taken care of, the bed. Lifting his tongue to take his temperature. Offering his arm to check his blood pressure. Noting that his eyes aren’t bad today—not needing to wear his blindfold due to the security system. Doing it all without needing you to say a word. All within his control.
But the one thing he can’t get a grip on is how his heart begins to beat. Every time like clockwork the moment you lay a hand on his back to listen to it. Racing in his chest—thumping through your stethoscope—while he wears the calmest face.
Curiosity called you after noticing it a few times once you determined it wasn’t a condition. Guaranteed to start up with the gentlest touch that he was surely used to.
So, what exactly goes on in his mind in these moments? Despite hiding it so well?
What could possibly be making Tokyo’s most unhinged, mass-murderer, so flustered?
You never have much time to think about it because it won’t matter in the next few seconds anyway. Sitting still enough to get through vitals was as serious as Gojo gets, making the quickest part of your visits with him the easiest.
Everything that follows the second you put your kit away is pure…surprise.
“So…are you gonna undo the straps this time, sweet nurse? My arms are sore.”
He pouts. Sweetly. So devilishly charming. As he did so often with a flash of those cerulean, blue eyes that could make and break hearts.
You sigh. One could almost forget that by society’s standards, he’s a “dangerously unstable individual.”
Something you’re acutely aware of. And trained for. Which is why you don’t mind the coquettish jabs he throws your way—and why he keeps on throwing them.
You aren’t aware but these hourly visits, along with his agreement to stay put, are the only reasons why he’s still here despite being Satoru fucking Gojo and simply walking out. It’s not like anyone could stop him if they really wanted to, and he knew that.
Truth is—it pissed Gojo off, being stuck here. Cooperative. It was fucking irritating, to say the least.
He’d rather be tortured than bored and might’ve second-guessed his decision to surrender if he knew the punishment would be…this.
But lo and behold, here you are. Relief in the flesh while he bides his time. One that he wasn’t expecting.
“You sure are possessive today.” You hide a smirk, draping the stethoscope around your neck, his heartbeat returning to normal after losing your touch. “Am I really your favorite?” The leather straps hug his pale skin a bit tightly, but his mobility is good enough to ignore his request to loosen them. That would be suicide.
He tsks, eyes sparkling at your words—a warning glimmer hidden beneath the icy gaze.
Chilling. But the least bit surprising.
Gojo and cattiness go together like love and war—and he wears it with his whole chest.
Even when unprovoked, he’s known for being….testy. Trying his hand again and again until he gets some kind of reaction. Waiting to see what makes someone bite.
But there was something disingenuous about this petty quirk. The repetition and how it seemed to lack a goal. How he seemed almost…desperate for interaction—attention—any attention.
Eventually, once you sat in his face long enough to learn how to disassociate with a straight face, you figured out that he just loves to hear himself talk. Like that one kid in class who’s always inserted themselves into every conversation and made it about them.
He rarely gives you a hard time though—less than most of your other patients in fact—and usually sends more kisses than cuts. Occasionally, when you find them…okay, or tolerable enough, you indulge him and this charade between you two—like the high school crush it resembled. Strict. But harmless.
And you’re only entertaining him now because he’s one of your last patients for the day. A fact not lost on him, but disregarded nonetheless. Even if you were just playing along, he knew there had to be more depth. All the masks in the world couldn’t hide that smile on your face.
His laugh breaks the tension. “I'm a yapper, not a liar...Am I yours?” He raises a brow. “You didn’t answer me earlier.”
His low tone carries an unspoken weight. Cryptic. Eerie. Needy. Almost calling you like a possession more frequently than ever.
It isn’t lost on you that his affections have blossomed as you’ve spent more time together. Visits are supposed to be 10, 15 minutes tops—collect vitals, serve meals, give meds, and avoid accidents. But Gojo? He drinks up your time. Going on 30, sometimes 45 minutes of routine maintenance and “extra care”. This wasn’t standard practice, but they didn’t tell you that, among other things when you accepted the position.
Every time you cross Gojo’s threshold, you’re reminded that you’re not actually supposed to be here. You’re just a nurse after all, not a therapist, and lacked the credentials to even begin to handle a patient like Gojo. But in the end, qualifications don’t matter when his staff has a famous history of running away.
A fate shared by his previous nurse and therapist. Both fell victim to Gojo’s whimsical and relentless personality and suffered a mental breakdown from hell before quitting the ward. Capacity for hospitality completely shot, they nailed the coffin shut by ditching the healthcare industry altogether.
And that was after only a few hours.
In the beginning, you had absolutely no faith in yourself. Swore it was a sick joke as you couldn’t begin to fathom why they would even consider you for the job.
You??
Gojo the Psycho’s nurse? It would’ve been easier to turn in your resignation right then to avoid living in hell.
You wondered how your life would change as you got to know the world’s most hated man.
How long you would last—if he would let you.
Anxiety and nausea gnawed at the back of your throat as time grew closer to meeting him. But eventually, after running the scenario in your head a million times over and trying to come up with some sort of plan or plea for your life, the day came, and you stood before the unpredictable man who looked like he saw right through you.
Just the idea of being in Gojo’s presence is enough to let you know it’ll be unnerving.
But the moment was…odd.
Naturally, you wanted rely on book smarts and previous patient experiences to get you through what you knew would be a short and traumatic failed attempt at connection. But then you took a second to really look at Gojo, not study, but a kind of look that catches something…a conflict in his eyes—and instantly knew he was no ordinary patient.
He was something you’d never met before, and any attempts to use a cookie-cutter facade would quickly be chewed up and spat out.
So, you went with your gut—hoping to escape with some remnants of your sanity at least.
Who knew you’d end up surprising not only yourself but also the Director and all the other staff in the ward who watched with held breaths?
Gojo practically welcomed you with open arms. Flashing his pearly whites and dimples in a closed-eyed smile. You could hear a pin drop.
He didn’t bark, he didn’t bite. Only teased, feeding you sultry words with cunning lips until your face visibly flushed with blush. They didn’t warn you about charm. Debatibly the “worst” part about working with the blue-eyed lady-killer. Or that his devilishly handsome face would make you second-guess his sanity and guilt.
But you knew what this was. Or at least what it wasn’t and quickly put on blinders to every distraction he threw. Holding your breath the whole way through and surprising yourself every time you walked out his room. After your trial period had run for a few days with no mishaps—the opposite, really— you were promoted. And given a big, fat new check (certainly not for collateral).
You didn’t know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or concern.
Congratulations! You were now in charge of Gojo’s physical AND mental health.
Which meant longer, more thorough visits.
The idea was nerve-racking for weeks, to say the least. And because he has the nerve to be a karate-chopping ‘sorcerer’ or whatever it is that makes the man so dangerous, he needs careful safeguarding. Which means having his very own wing and accommodations in the ward. The only barriers between Gojo and doing whatever the hell he wants is one guard stationed near the entrance and some type of security system they can’t disclose to you. It’s supposed to suppress his abilities or something, you don’t quite understand itself yourself, but most importantly, it keeps him tame.
Still, choosing to grace his space almost daily always feels like tempting a snake.
But somebody has to do it.
And in a way, by his own means, offering a satisfied grin and all, Gojo had chosen you.
Even in the confines of a cell, with seemingly nothing left to live for and no room for emotions, you, this wonder, have managed to catch his eye. In a way that made him want to sink his teeth in and soak up your attention. For reasons you couldn’t be more unsure of.
“It would break my heart if it weren’t true,” he continues, sitting in the only chair in the room, “You’re my entertainment, you know? My doll to play with.”
You scoff, arms folding. The word doll echos in your ear like a chamber. That was a new one.
“You sure talk a lot of game for someone in your situation.”
“I love games.” He leans, eyes drinking in his favorite powdery blue scrubs that hug your frame in an all too professional manner. “Play with me, Nurse.”
Time belonged to Gojo, and he chooses to bide it with a little fun until release—or escape. His ever-changing mind hasn’t decided yet but it was far from a concern. Because the truth of this truce was painfully obvious. He knew he wouldn’t be here forever. And is quick to mention that he’d love to take you with him.
“If you can handle me.” He licks his lip. “Unless I’m too much for you.”
And there it is. That cool smile that sends shivers down spines. Irresistibly stirring your core every time he parts his lips.
You hated it—no one could deny his charm or his intimidating presence. Even in chains, shackled and restrained, he maintains some kind of control: crumbling walls with his charisma, waving around his amorous, overassertive reputation like a big red flag.
But you’ve already proven to not be like the rest, easily swayed or reduced to puddles. Your wall is firm. Solid. He baits you time and time again—a smile here, a sinful gaze there—only to be met with dismissive yawns. Rousing something inside of him that deemed you a challenge. Something worth exploring. You were…difficult.
You’re the one who laughed this time, shaking your head and tucking a hair behind your ear. He oozes confidence from every fiber of his being—and bores you.
“Are you going to tell me what you’d like to lunch today or just keep bothering me?”
And goddammit he has the audacity to grin. To tuck his lip under his teeth slow enough to make you catch it.
Your insolence is adorable, yet maddening; a cocktail he drinks with delight before realizing how much he loves the taste.
You were becoming really good at it, beating up his ego and turning a blind eye to his silly little flirts, but interest never faded from his gaze no matter how careless you seemed. Or were trying to.
He tsks. “C’mon, Nurse. If I can’t have fun here, where can I? Besides,” Sunlight streams in from his barred window as if on cue. “You’re the only thing here worth talking about.”
Butterflies? Knots? Maybe both fill your stomach.
Neither can be good for you in a situation like this.
The dreamy words whisper sweet nothings into your ear, and stroke your ego with a delicate thumb. Soft and gentle—and from a shell of a man.
A good turned evil.
And you don’t have to look too far to remember how he got here—to remember why the enchanting man before you is dressed in heavy white restraints and public enemy number one.
Guilt tugs at you for even joking around with him sometimes. You picture his victims. The lives forever changed. And how he didn’t seem sorry for it.
Besides, even if Gojo wasn’t a basket-case, it’s hard to look past how childish he is anyway—something you heard has always been a part of him. Something you couldn’t imagine dealing with for too long, even casually. It certainly wasn’t your taste, and under different circumstances, you’d no sooner fall for him outside of these walls than you would now.
But above all of the boundaries, restrictions, and pep-talks you give yourself, is the simple fact that you aren’t the day-one nurse he once knew. Now, you have a backbone and don’t hesitate to remind him.
“You’re such a flirt, Patient Gojo.” You make sure to catch his eye when you say it, “But compliments only get you so far.”
Patient.
It hangs in the air. Brisk and stale. A bit sour on the tip of your tongue. And acid in his ears.
With that, Gojo sits back, resting his cheek on a propped-up arm, gaze long and longing. Breathing slow as he thinks and nerves buzz between you two. Then his request comes, simple and direct.
“How about sushi? Raw and fresh.” And a psych ward delicacy.
He’s the only patient in the entire facility with such privilege—envy-worthy and used to his heart’s content. With full-scale unlimited access to all the gourmet treats and fine dining he could ever want, his meals are often better than the ones you bring to work. Gojo is above common hospital dishes, of course, and his indulgent appetite would accept nothing less.
But it wasn’t just about the food, no, negotiating that was too easy and barely worth mentioning.
This is a conveniently constant reminder that he is still capable of influencing things and making decisions with ease, from those he’s allowed to have access to him, down to his choice of meal.
It intrigues you. How he subdues himself to the masses but finds meaning in smaller wins. What he finds significant.
But none of that mattered right now, you’d finally been given an order and another win, even if it felt like pulling teeth. For now, it’s time to feed him and let him believe whatever he wants.
You pick up his tray from this morning, scanning the room to make sure no cutlery or dishes are missing. “Sushi it is,” you wink and call to be let out.
None of his staff are allowed the room key as a preventative measure to keep his chances of escaping to a minimum. As if a door would stop him but a key does exist and you’ve only seen it on the day the Director introduced you two, and it looked nothing like the keys used for other rooms.
When you come back with lunch, Gojo grows curious. Noticing how your body has relaxed over time, getting used to his presence every time you come in. Little nuisances like how you breathe a little easier in his space and sometimes smile with your eyes when he tells a stupid joke. The air is…changing. He wonders just how comfortable have you gotten?
“Finally back? I started to miss you.” It’s light but he can’t possibly resist testing the waters. “Would you like to eat with me, pet?” And it takes everything in you to suppress a visceral reaction.
He’s on a roll with the names today and you wonder what his affections might have been like in his life before. Sure, he’s a talker and a flirt, that much is obvious, but you wonder what his actual love was like? How did he show it if he ever got to? And if so, if he ever left anybody behind?
“You know the procedure, Gojo.” You wait with the tray in hand, brushing the thoughts away. Though the temptation savor what you knew would be premium cuisine begs you to do it, you know better than to start breaking boundaries now.
He deflates, brows furrowing. “Is it…really so necessary?” He knows the answer, of course.
You gesture for him to turn around but he holds your gaze, having a little stare down like he enjoys the silent confrontation. You raise an annoyed brow. “The food’s getting cold,” and tap the tray.
“It’s sushi.”
You huff.
He smirks before finally facing the wall, stilling his body in the tight jacket. When you’re sure he won't move, you set his food to the side and slowly approach to attach him to the latch on the wall.
Skilled fingers reach across his waist and you have to crouch a little to glide the heavy chain towards the loop at his hip. His skin flushes at your warmth, your proximity, as he can’t help but enjoy the intimacy of the routine power shift. Even if it was a sham, it was still one he reluctantly agreed to. To play nice. To be weak.
But this exchange, giving himself over to your authority, was oddly invigorating—like placing himself in his victim’s shoes to get a minuscule taste of his own medicine.
“Well, don’t look so happy about it,” he chuckles. Relief finds your face as you gently tug on the chain to make sure it’s secure, amusing the man towering over you.
The thoroughness is cute, all a part of a job well done and strict boundaries that drive a heavy wedge between you two. But it doesn’t bother Gojo. Because he’s certain, he knows, that your guarded walls will crumble sooner than later. All it takes is patience.
“Remember, Nurse,” he doesn’t turn around, “Power dynamics….they’re fluid.”
And you can almost hear the wink—the implied warning living on his slick tongue that pokes and prods with every interaction and sends heat to your rosy cheeks.
“You have a way with words, Gojo.” Again your eyes roll as you reach for the key to his restraints. The shackles fall to the ground, shrilling in the mostly empty room to allow him to feed himself.
A mix of groans and relief escapes his lips as he relishes the freedom from the stiff leather. He sighs, “Thank you, Nurse.” and rubs his tender wrists before abruptly filling your space. Nearly knocking you off your feet, but stopping just shy of your face. The monstrous chains strain against the wall, playing tug of war with the beast of a man and the florescent lights cast a spotlight on the sudden distance between you two.
You had never been this close.
“But don’t forget, I can turn these roles around. Anytime.”
Twinkles play in his eyes, dazzling you with a shine so bright you can see your reflection. But you also see the unhinged nature behind them just as easily as he sees the quiver of your lip feeling his breath graze the curve of your neck and raise goosebumps on your skin.
This isn’t just idle banter. It’s a stark reminder of Gojo’s capabilities that you had grown comfortable enough to forget. That you thought maybe you had become the exception to.
As he steps back and leans against the wall he could’ve torn down, there’s an unmistakable silence filling with tension. Hot and sharp like pins and needles. But instead of pushing you to run for the hills, to quit while you’re ahead and savor what’s left of the life you know, for once, your unrelenting mind dares to wonder where this twisted ballet will go.
It kills you to admit that their is something interesting about cat-and-mouse game he thinks you’re playing. Just as his affections have grown, your thoughts push you to imagine what could happen if you were actually…caught..
It’s idiotic, you know. You don’t need a sign telling you not to play with your life.
This is Satoru fucking Gojo, for Godsake. The murderer. The villain. A literal stain on the face of humanity.
Forget about what he may have been before. You never saw that Gojo, and he’ll never be seen again.
Your motto has always been that everyone is redeemable—but these types, Gojo’s type, are so beyond saving that it feels more like babysitting than redeeming a mentally unstable murderous toddler who could destroy a city in seconds.
Even for a man who speaks so carelessly, but teases a sugary-sweet tongue, it’s easy to see how and why he ended up here. Life had made him an example.
Proving that too much of a good thing will always spoil.
And as you watch him turn a wink and begin to casually snack on his meal, completely unconcerned with you or your reaction or response, it’s plain to see that his “affections” spare no one. Not even you.
You clear your throat and steady a breath. With the lightest voice you can muster, you remind him, “Empty threats are the best you can do, patient.” And turn to leave.
“I’ll be back later for your bath. Or maybe send someone else. Since you’re so excitable today.”
He pauses. “Oh?”
Is that a challenge?
His laugh echoes around the room like something out of a cartoon, fading away just as quickly as it came. He leans back, hair blending into the wall as he licks bits of rice off his thumbs—gaze sharp despite the jest.
Because the stakes are clear and you’re both aware.
But in case you don’t know the consequences he asks, “Do I seem threatened to you?”
You shift your weight. If Gojo is anything, he’s always playful. The man does not have a serious bone in his body, which makes him damn near intolerable sometimes, but it’s something you’re used to it. But not this tone. This tone has rocks in it, hard and heavy as he calls your bluff.
“Because my threats—,” he continues eating, “—are never empty.” He pops the last roll into his mouth. “You sure you wanna do this?”
There’s no denying the chill running up your spine at those words—playing out like casual banter over lunch instead of the battle royale it was.
As if the question were rhetorical, he adds, “Okay but like,” and coughs up another laugh, as if finding the entire idea ridiculous. “Who’d be dumb enough to replace you?”
To feed or not to feed? Now was a chance to bail out.
“Don’t worry about that.” And you don’t as you call to the guard, hoping to catch your break on time. “Just behave yourself.” Gojo would keep you here playing 20 questions all day if he could.
A bemused smile settles on his face and he shakes his head at your antics.
You were becoming increasingly enjoyable to interact with. And steadily digging yourself into a hole. You’ve been sitting front-row to the darkness within him enough times to be sure it is, in fact, very real, but still it’s impossible to ignore that there’s something driving you to pick up the shovel.
It isn’t just his pretty face and boyish charm. No.
It’s like he wants to get under your skin. In the best way.
Yeahhhh, this death wish is turning you every way but loose.
It’s silly, so stupid to even think about. Giving Gojo a smidge of an inch just because you feel there may be something more. Like there’s depth to his pretty words and clashing ways. Who's to say any of it is “real” anyway? He is insane after all.
Your mind and the door shut behind you, and you turn to peer at him through the small window. A mischievous yet bored look rests on his face.
You think you actually will send someone else. Just to show him what happens when he crosses the line. To reinforce business and boundaries.
You could also use a break yourself—Gojo is starting to feel… claustrophobic these days and if you aren’t careful who knows what could happen.
“Choose wisely,” came his voice from within the room,. “Every move you make counts. And cheating has consequences.” Footsteps approach the door. “You may think tagging out is all it takes to avoid our game, but let me tell you something…” He stops. “...you underestimate how quickly I can escape confinement before I’m noticed.”
And suddenly, this isn’t just a game anymore. And Gojo isn’t just some harmless tease.
Your throat is too tight to swallow and you fidget with your lanyard as if responding to his words.
Of course, he’s capable of breaking free. That’s not what’s worrying. But if it was because of you poking the bear, you trying to get on even ground with him and have the upper hand, would you be responsible if he did?
“No matter where they send you or who they send instead—” And Gojo’s comment makes it crystal clear.
“—I promise you, you’ll end up right back here.”
extended angel's note: first and foremost, just to give credit where credit is due, this is a chatbot i turned into a short story���🏾♀️. it was actually my first time dicking around with janitor a.i. back in like...april? and i came across this gojo bot with a suuuuper interesting prompt. [all of the prompt idea and calibration credit goes to the original creator.] i didn’t decide to actually get serious and start creating a story until around the end of part 2 - i realized i was having too much fun and was in too deep 🙇🏾♀️. SO after my decision to indulge madness, i didn't want to run up 10000 messages on janitor a.i. and decided to create the rest of the story on my own from there. everything after the prompt are my own words and i've had to weave every last bit of part 1 and 2 into a coherent story but everything afterwards is all me.
you can find the chatbot and play around with it yourself here but i strongly recomment doing so after finishing this short - think of it as a choose your own adventure afterwards in case you want my head on a stick after the ending 🤠.
tags list p.1: @reddiamondjazz @blkkizzat @kiwismoother @rune1920 @suguwife
@xerroe @enthyn @gloomuri671 @startatdawn @heijihatsutori
@inluvkai @ixqiix @strawnanamilk @rosso-seta @05-simply-06-simping
@sims-4lifers @bratidol @hyunsuks-beanie @luna-v-roiya @neteyamsluvr111
@supsiii @natadecoco30 @chiyokoemilia @ririoutspoken @kyoxko
@strawberrymilkshakes-posts @nen-nyy @cinnamorochiroll @kazeniya @maybe7tommorow
#bluuharem#gojo x reader#jjk x reader#jjk fanfic#jjk imagines#jjk smut#jjk x y/n#jujutsu kaisen x reader#gojo x y/n#gojo x you#gojou satoru x reader#gojo smut#jjk gojo#satoru x reader#satoru x you#satoru x y/n#Satoru Psyche
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DONT FORGET ROT FOR THE MALE MOANING AUDIOS
My dear, I'm going to use this ask of yours as a catalyst... All of my personal favourite ASMRs, vids, etcetera... beneath the cut. Not all of them are only male moaning! Literally just all my faves I've collected LOL.
Links will not only be audios; a majority of them are videos.
Links will be from any of the following: Twitter, the Hub, Audiomack, Soundgasm, and likely other sites, so be prepared because they're not labeled, lol. And sorry if any of the links are repeated; my bad.
BUT YES, THE MALE MOANING AUDIOS UGH 😮💨
BLUE TEXT MEANS NEW LINKS HAVE BEEN ADDED.
Links with sparkles are my personal faves.
Edited, more added July 21, 2023
CerberosVA Now, if y'all like your man extremely vocal, if you like whimpering, or lowkey, you like the whole subby bf thing, PLEASE, THIS MAN, I cannot recommend his shit enough. He's on twt, the hub, probably the mack; please support his official work on Patreon, if you can.
x | x | x | x | x | x | x | x | x | x | x
softxwarm (hub) This guy does both asmr and stuff with his girlfriend, but his solo ASMRs are pretty coo'. I'll just share my top three since you can just sift through his videos, anyway.
one (video; solo) | two (video; solo) | three (video; solo)
moonxx911 (twt) ANYTHING by this man. I won't even both being specific; I listen to his shit on repeat, rotated.
Akiradubs (hub) He mostly does character dub audios, but he has some simpler ones that I enjoy, like this one.
one (audio, gn!; sub male, ig?)
RedactedASMR I haven't gotten so deep into the lore of it, but Redacted has a whole series of ASMRs that tell long ass stories, so if you have the time, I recommend searching him out. I believe most of them are on YouTube? Personally, Lasko is my favourite (he's so cute with the stuttering, ughhhh). I'm just going to link my personal Redacted playlist I've started, rather than link specific ones. You can find him on more platforms, but I don't think his n/sfw ASMRs are on Youtube... idk.
ncvb RedactedASMR playlist (the mack)
SeikyuuVA (hub; also on the mack) Look, Seikyuu isn't everyone's flavour... there's only a couple specific ones I enjoy, just because he really goes over the top with the sounds and aggression sometimes, LMAO, and it gives me second hand embarrassment...
Lxvesickk (twt) Just found him, hehe. Just listen…
WickLuvsU (twt) His audios are... immaculate.
X | X (play these both at the same time... you're welcome.)
Video Links, general
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 ✨ | 19 | 20
21 | 22 ✨ | 23 ✨ | 24 | 25 ✨ | 26 | 27 | 28 ✨ | 29 ✨| 30 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 ✨| 36 ✨| 37 | 38 | 39 ✨| 40 ✨
41 | 42 | 43 | 44 | 45 (mmf✨)| 46 (aud✨)|
Video Links, mlm
I had to put these links in a separate post because I reached Tumblr's 100 link-per-post limit? Didn't know that was a thing. So, please find them here! There's about 80+ links.
Video Links, wlw
1 | 2 | 3
Characters Like, the fake dubs. I dunno what they're called.
Hanma Shuji (hub, audio; Akiradubs) Zhongli (hub, audio; Akiradubs) Akira/Joker (hub, audio; Seikyuu) Take this Audiomack link, too; it's my other personal playlist that has a shit ton of character ASMR dubs on it, and then some...
I'll have more to add along the way; keep an eye on the update date!
#twt links#asmr#n/sft asmr#n/sfw asmr#idk what else to tag this?#male moan#voice kink#✦ nice chats.#priya<333#✦ nc vb.
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Good morning, Queerstake! Thank you to everyone joining us for our community fast and letter writing campaign in response to the 2024 Church Handbook update with regards to transgender people. The policy update has shaken all of us. It is exclusionary and degrading. But we will find strength in each other as a community and courage in our efforts to effect change in this church that belongs not only to the General Authorities who authorized this policy update but also to all of us. Change in the Church happens from the ground up. Harmful policies have been issued and redacted before in our own lifetimes! We deserve to be treated with respect.
Today, we will fast together as a community that the Lord softens the hearts of the First Presidency. We will also write and send letters expressing our grief. Please don’t be quiet about your feelings today. Share your heartbreak with as many of your fellow ward and Queerstake members as you feel comfortable doing. Please post your feelings as well so we can inspire and uplift each other as we write our letters. It’s important that our grievances are heard.
Please send physical letters to:
The Office of the First Presidency
47 East South Temple Street
Salt Lake City, UT 84150
If you are unable to send a paper letter to Salt Lake, because I was not able to find an appropriate email, please instead email your letters to me at [email protected]. I’ll print and mail them myself.
Edit: @nerdygaymormon found an email address! Please feel free to send email to [email protected]. However, you are still more than welcome to send them to me to print. In fact, why not do both!
A quick word of caution: Of course, no one can guarantee the type of responses we might receive for these letters. In fact, I urge you to consider using a pseudonym in order to avoid potential church discipline. Please take care to note what legal name or return address might be associated with your membership records. I don’t want to scare anyone, especially because we’re doing nothing wrong, but it’s always good to be very aware of what might make it back to your bishop.
Thank you again to everyone for joining. I’ve always felt so supported and uplifted by Queerstake. I know that our Heavenly Parents love us just as we are and that they don’t want us excluded and humiliated in our wards. We have unique and valuable testimonies to share. We don’t go unheard by our Heavenly Parents.
I’ve included a few sample letters and templates below the cut for people who might need a shortcut for one reason or another. You are welcome to send them verbatim or modify them.
#1
Dear First Presidency,
I'm writing to express my grief and concern over the 2024 handbook policy update on transgender people.
I believe that Christ invites all to come unto him and that as Christ's church, we have a responsibility to embrace people from all walks of life. No other demographic within the church is being treated with such severity as our transgender siblings under this new policy. I fear our transgender siblings in Christ will feel excluded and degraded, and we will lose many great members.
I believe it's of the utmost importance that we express Christlike love and charity even to people we don't understand. There is no excuse for asking transgender youth to leave activities with their peers as though they are a danger. There is no excuse for not allowing transgender people to work with children or humiliating them in our bathrooms. This is a demographic of people who have suffered in our society and Christ would want us to reach out to them with open arms. I humbly and respectfully ask that you reconsider these policy changes with regards to the doctrine of unconditional love that the church espouses. I beg you to consider the church experience of our transgender siblings in Christ and to prioritize their feelings over the feelings of people that wish to hurt them.
Thank you for your time.
#2
Dear First Presidency,
I feel deeply grieved by the Handbook update on transgender people. As a transgender member myself, I am doing everything I can to remain in the church and exclusionary policies like these make me feel deeply unwanted and deeply unloved.
I understand very well the church's position on gender, but I hope that despite that position that I might still be able to feel Christ's love at church. Our Heavenly Parents put me on this or Earth as a transgender person. I am not a danger to children and I am not a predator in bathrooms. I am your sibling in Christ. I want to serve in church. I want to serve in teaching positions. I want to serve the youth. I believe that we attend church with the purpose of uplifting each other and studying our religion together as a ward family. I want to be edified and I want to edify.
President Hinckley said every member needs a calling, a friend, and the word of God, and if I'm treated this way at church, I'm not receiving any of those things. If I can't have a real role to play within my ward, then I have no responsibility. If I am treated as an outsider and an enemy and a predator by policy and by my fellow church members, then I don't have a friend. If I can't also receive Christ's gospel through the love of the people around me, then I'm not receiving the real word of the Lord.
I seriously urge you to reconsider this policy update. I beg you on behalf of myself and my transgender siblings in the church to not hate us and to not exclude us.
Thank you for your time.
#3
Dear First Presidency,
I felt ______ when I heard about the new policy update to the handbook about transgender individuals. I believe we should treat our transgender members with the love and respect they deserve as our siblings in Christ.
I urge you to reconsider this policy update because ______
Thank you for your time.
#4
Dear Leadership of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints,
I'm writing to express my grief and concern over the 2024 handbook policy update on transgender people, which I have been made aware of due to the negative impact it is having on my [friend(s)/family/loved ones].
The reputation of love, kindness, and family values that your church fosters with its programs, teachings, and community outreach is undermined by your continued exclusion of LGBT+ members and specifically with this policy change of your transgender members.
My [friend(s)/family/loved ones] have expressed _____ in regards to the August 19, 2024 changes to the handbook that relegate transgender members of your church to second-class citizens within the organization, and deny them the full capacity of worship and belonging within your church; all because of something so insignificant to their capacity to worship and belong to a community as their gender being different than the gender that they were assigned at birth. This decision _____ me/ negatively impacts my view of your church.
Thank you for your time.
I believe that there is no excuse for asking transgender youth to leave activities with their peers as though they are a danger. There is no excuse for not allowing transgender people to work with children or humiliating them in your bathrooms. This is a demographic of people who have suffered in our society and I believe that every person needs to reach out to them with open arms. I respectfully ask that you reconsider these policy changes with regards to the doctrine of unconditional love that the church espouses. I beg you to consider the church experience of your transgender members and to prioritize their feelings over the feelings of people that wish to hurt them.
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The Prince Shifter: A Redactedverse/Princess Bride AU (1/22)
Read the Prologue of The Prince Shifter on AO3 here!
Summary: To help Caleum wait out his first experience with Magical Depletion Syndrome, Gavin offers to read him a very special book, The Prince Shifter, a tale of fencing, fighting, torture, revenge, shifters, stealths, vampires, chases, escapes, true love, and miracles!
When Alexis, Princess of Dahlia, selects commoner shifter David Shaw to be her husband, his whole world is turned upside down. Wasn’t it bad enough that his mate, Angel, was lost at sea? To make matters worse, just as David resigns to his miserable fate to marry the royal vampire, a pack of three kidnap him and his cousin. But they’re no regular kidnappers: Asher is overcoming a traumatic past, Milo is devoted to tracking down his mother’s murderer for revenge, and Sweetheart is carrying a grave secret about Dahlia's political stability. Meanwhile, a mysterious, masked stranger complicates the kidnapping and "rightfully steals" away David. Before long, everyone finds themselves in the middle of a daring adventure as they put the bonds of their love to the ultimate test.
As always, any and all feedback is welcome and cherished. Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoy!
More details under the cut!
Rating: T; WC: ~40K words across 22 chapters.
Characters: David, Angel, Asher, Babe, Milo, Sweetheart, Alexis, Quinn, Gavin, Freelancer, Caelum, Sam, Darling, Damien, Huxley, Lasko, Avior, Kody, Blake, Adam, Avior, Porter, Vincent, William, Marie, Gregory Keaton, Brachium, Morgan
Pairings: Angel/David, Asher/Babe, Milo/Sweetheart, Damien/Huxley, Sam/Darling, Freelancer/Gavin
Tags: AU, Fairytale, Romance, Love, Mate Bond, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Suspense, Adventure, Fluff, Friendship, Humor, Banter, Trust, Revenge, Duels, Torture, Escapes, Chases, Kidnapping, Nonconsensual Trancing, Rescues, Found Family, Bravery, Grief, Miracles, Healing Magic, Hope, Happy Ending, True Love, Framing Narrative, Adult Language, All Listener Characters are Gender-Neutral, Pack Feels
This story should come as no surprise to anyone. The Princess Bride is one of my favorite films. I adore all things Redactedverse. It was only a matter of time. For longer than I’d like to admit, I’ve been thinking about how to blend these two wonderful pieces. I humbly offer you, dear reader, the product of those thoughts.
Shoutout to @userkatekane for graciously creating art to accompany this story, which will be linked for each chapter. Follow them for amazing art!
Shoutout to @us3rnam3-r3dact3d for being so very supportive as I drafted the fic and suggesting the use of the Dread Pirate Keaton. Follow him for more fun Redacted content!
Shoutout to William Goldman for writing the film that inspired this fic!
Taglist: Empty. Would you like to be tagged in updates to this story? Please let me know!
#redacted asmr#redacted audio#redactedverse#redacted fanfiction#redacted princess bride au#redacted david#redacted davey#david shaw#redacted angel#redacted asher#redacted babe#redacted milo#milo greer#redacted sweetheart#redacted shaw pack#redacted solaire clan#redacted damn crew#redacted alexis#alexis getty#redacted quinn#quinn fox#redacted gavin#redacted freelancer#redacted caelum#redacted sam#sam collins#redacted darling#redacted darlin#redacted vincent#vincent solaire
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Welcome welcome welcome to my first attempt at a legacy challenge ever! Goals for this generation are below the cut with the spoiler ones REDACTED as I know some of you, like me, do not like spoilers.
Massive THANK YOU to @fruitysimsy and @hellohopesims for creating and sharing the Struck by Love Legacy (link has spoilers obviously). Also I absolutely copied the colour scheme from their generation rules posts (as well as the icons on the above and below pic) so all credit for the aesthetics go to them! I'm really hoping they don't sue me and my banners for plagiarism...
Did I download so many custom fonts I couldn't choose between them? Yes...
Low vision friends if you want me to rework the banner to make the text bigger, or just want a post with it chopped into pieces big enough to read so you know what's chilling at the bottom, just let me know! I hope the goal list will also be readable at this size. If you want me to type out the goals as well as including the picture in the goal update posts please let me know, I know the frustration of too small words!
#StruckByLoveLegacy#sims 4#the sims#the sims 4#simblr#ts4#my sims#SBL by fruitysimsy and hellohopesims
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Okay! So System Collapse is now published!!!
Whoohoo!
I’m clearly most excited by how Murderbot is dealing with the emotional repercussions of Network Effect, and of course [redacted], but I’m also utterly thrilled to present the updated Fuck Density Data!
I’ve been tracking the density of the word fuck since I noticed the word’s use increase as the series progressed, three (3) in All Systems Red, nine (9) in Artificial Condition and most recently thirty seven (37) in Fugitive Telemetry (order of publication)
I graphed it:
As you can see I boldly made a linear and an exponential prediction of the density of System Collapse (I was pretty sure it was approaching exponential, though some mathematicians I know suggested the linear was equally likely—I dunno, it was my gut feeling was that it was exponential)
SO: the data is in…
And…
At approximately 62500 words and ninety (90) fucks the density is actually 144! A gross!
This is, indeed far closer to the predicted exponential of 160…(to get 160 there would have needed to be 100 fucks, such neat number!)
Amazingly this means that if the next book is the length of Network Effect, and the rate of increase continues the next book would have 250 fucks! (Which seems unlikely, but frankly 90 fucks seemed a lot for a novel this length too—so, I live in thrilled anticipation) 250 fucks would be a fuck almost every other page (maths is similar for All Systems Red)
Currently we have 90 fucks, over 256 pages which works out as over one every three pages…
I think—corrections welcomed, I am delighted to rework graphs etc.
#murderbot#the murderbot diaries#murderbot diaries#system collapse#system collapse meta#not actually spoilers as it literally just includes fuck density
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The Maestro The Dinner
word count -2k words pairings - seventeen ot13 x fem!oc genre - mature, dark romance, cultish/yandere, mystery , crack
chapter warnings - none
author's notes - Hey darlings! Sorry for the short chapter! I just want to clarify something regarding my story. In this setting, Joshua is not a Christian. Please understand that the characters in my story are not affiliated with their real-life counterparts. Additionally, I apologize for the infrequent updates. Similar to 1117, The Maestro might be updated on a monthly basis. I'm currently studying and cannot write as quickly as I'd like. Thank you for all your support and encouragement. I'll do my best to keep writing.
thank you @sousydive for beta reading!
network: @mansaenetwork
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Dear Residents of the Maestro,
I am writing to express my sincere gratitude for your recent letter. I am pleased to inform you that, thanks to your support, my child was born safely. Although I am no longer directly involved with the Maestro, I remain my commitment.
Yours faithfully,
Kang [REDACTED]
Dinner was fairly awkward.
Wonwoo took the empty seat next to me after carrying out the first dish. I noticed a familiar silver ring on his pinkie and furrowed my brows, trying to remember where I had seen it before. It wasn’t until Junhui passed me a napkin that I realised everyone at the table, except for me, was wearing the same silver ring.
Welcome to the family. I've been hearing this phrase a lot. Joshua, Soonyoung, and Jihoon have all said it. I don't know why, but it just feels… wrong.
“Is everyone here?” Seungcheol’s voice cut through the chattering as everyone stopped and looked at him. “Alright. Let's start.”
Joshua hummed, standing up. I looked around to see everyone else putting their hands together, their eyes closed. Hesitating, I followed their lead, putting my own palms together as I looked at Joshua.
“To his Lord,” Joshua started, his voice soft and calm. “We thank you for the meal you bestow upon us. We thank you for lighting our paths when we need it, and guiding us through the journey of suffering and pain. We thank you for allowing us to live, free of sickness and pain. Praise his Lord.”
I watched as his prayers were echoed by everyone at the table. My mouth felt dry, and I hesitated, unsure if I should join in. The words felt foreign on my tongue, and I fumbled through them softly, feeling a wave of awkwardness wash over me. When we were done, Joshua nodded at Seungcheol before sitting back down. Conversations broke out as the clinking of utensils joined the symphony of noises. I took some of the dishes for myself, digging into them quietly.
As I cautiously finished the food in front of me, I couldn't help but wish I were hiding in my room. To my left, Wonwoo sipped his cup of water quietly, while Junhui on my right stared blankly at his empty plate, absently toying with his fork. The clinking of utensils and sporadic bursts of laughter created a facade of normalcy, but I could still feel Seungcheol's intense gaze burning into me from across the table.
What's his problem? I wondered, trying to ignore the weight of his stare.
I wanted to look up and glare back at him, but something in me warned against it, a voice cautioning restraint. The feeling suddenly dissipated, and I seized the opportunity to lift my gaze. Jeonghan was engaged in conversation with Seungcheol, diverting his attention from me and sparing me from his piercing stare.
In that moment, I felt a surge of gratitude towards him, despite my earlier feelings about him. Suddenly, I heard my name being called.
A plate of pudding was pushed towards me by Chan, who winked and gave me a thumbs-up. I gratefully accepted the pudding, enjoying the sweet taste of caramel upon soft milk pudding.
As the sweetness of the pudding lingered on my tongue, someone tapped on my shoulder. I turned to see Seungkwan looking longingly at the pudding over Wonwoo's shoulder. "Is it good?"
I nodded eagerly. Seungkwan sighed, swallowing. "If only I'm not on a diet…”
“Then don't be on a diet.” Next to Seungkwan, Jihoon interjected, leaning into his palm as he stabbed his food absentmindedly with his fork. “You're not a reporter anyway.”
“Hyung, I look ridiculous in the office photos. Every time I walk past my photos I see a dying whale amongst a crowd of people.” Seungkwan touched his face, frowning. I shook my head. “You're fine, Seungkwan. I agree with Jihoon too.”
Seungkwan made a face. “I have a problem with bloating, Raeyang.” His expression was serious. “It really disrupts my image as a journalist—”
“Don't be ridiculous.” I looked up. Seungcheol was frowning at Seungkwan, while Jeonghan let out a tired sigh. “Kwan, you're fine. You can just go down to the gym tomorrow with Jihoon to do an extra rep.”
“I don't want to,” I heard Seungkwan mutter in reply. Seungcheol opened his mouth to say something, but I quickly cut across him. “You work as a journalist, Seungkwan?”
“Yeah! Oh, I haven't introduced myself formally to you, have I?” Seungkwan’s eyes lit up as he shot me a grateful look for stopping Seungcheol from nagging. “I work as a journalist for the newspaper Carat Daily.”
“Carat Daily!” I repeated, shocked. “That's one of the biggest news companies here!”
Seungkwan looked proud. “Yeah. Wonwoo hyung’s a streamer under their sub-company Campfire Streams. He's a pretty popular streamer too.”
Wonwoo waved his hand. “Nah, I'm still ranking up the charts.”
“Don't act so humble. You were gloating about it yesterday.” Beside Seungcheol, Chan snorted loudly. Wonwoo rolled his eyes. “Shut up and eat your food.”
“What about you, Raeyang?” Junhui asked. I looked down at my almost-empty plate. “I'm an interior designer.”
“Woah. That sounds cool.” Seungkwan said. “What's the job scope like?”
“Just providing sketches of designs of rooms to match with my client's ideas. I normally work from home, though.”
“I wish I could work from home.” Jeonghan sighed longingly. “But I'm always needed at the studio. I'm a model, by the way.”
I'm not surprised by that. “I can see that.”
Jeonghan’s eyes glinted. “How?” He asked, leaning in. I took a bite of my food absentmindedly as I replied to him. “Well, you're really good-looki—” I stopped mid-sentence, realising what I was saying. Looking up, Jeonghan looked pleased with himself, his eyes wrinkling into crescent moons as he grinned. “Really? You think that I’m good-looking?”
I mentally face-palmed myself. “Urm… I- Yeah…” Why did I say that out loud?
“Well, Raeyang, Hannie’s going to gloat about this for a very long time.” Joshua said, noticing my embarrassment. Jeonghan rolled his eyes at him. “She’s only telling the truth. Everyone knows that I, Yoon Jeonghan, am the most good-looking resident of the Maestro.”
There was only silence for a while, before Mingyu snorted. “There’s a fine line between daydreaming and deluding, hyung, don’t cross it,” he said, earning a glare from Jeonghan. “If I am a model instead of you—”
“You’ll be endorsing all the underwear brands.” Seungkwan commented as the table burst into laughter. Mingyu pouted unhappily. “Stop laughing. That's not funny.”
“Who do you think is the most good-looking person here?” Chan asked, as everyone’s attention returned to me once again. “Other than Jeonghan hyung, of course.”
Oh, how I wish I could disappear from the face of Earth right now.
“Don’t ask that stupid question, Dino-ah.” Soonyoung tutted. “You’re putting Raeyang in a tight spot. Of course, I am the most good-looking one after Jeonghan hyung.”
That caused a commotion of protest from the others. I shot Soonyoung a thankful smile for saving me, as he winked. Seungcheol cleared his throat, causing the chaos to die down. “Alright, that’s enough.” He said, as everyone returned to their food.
“If you’re an interior designer, can I look at some of your samples?” I looked towards Junhui. “I’ve been wanting to redesign my apartment, but Hao’s refusing to help me to design. Said he would rather make a stray dog a home than to help me with my apartment.” He jabbed his thumb accusingly at the mentioned man from across the table.
“Minghao’s a designer too?” I asked, surprised. Junhui shrugged. “I guess. He makes clothes and paints.”
“Sure, I would love to help you…” I said. I have no upcoming projects anyway, so why not help a new neighbour out? “By the way, what’s your job?”
“A boring accountant. I work from home mostly.” Junhui took out his phone. “Can we exchange numbers?” He asked, handing me his phone for me to punch my number in. “My unit’s 303, on the other side of the elevator. You can come up at any time to take a look around.”
“Alright.” I handed him his phone back. “I think I’ll go visit once Jeonghan tours me around the place.”
“Then that's decided.” “What's decided?” Beside Junhui, Seokmin asked.
“Mind your own business.” Junhui picked a piece of cutlet up and stuffed it into Seokmin’s mouth. “Eat your food.”
Nothing else interesting happened after that. When everyone was almost done, I looked up at the clock on the wall and was surprised to see that the time was already nine.
“Who is on dishwashing duty today?” I hear Chan say. Everyone gradually got up from their seats and so did I. Soonyoung and Seokmin came over to me. “Hey, Raeyang! We’ll send you up, Jihoon’s on dishwashing duty today.”
“That reminds me. When you’re bringing Raeyang around tomorrow, show her the roster list,” Seungcheol said to Jeonghan, who waved at me. Mingyu had already disappeared into the kitchen, and Vernon strolled past me with a couple of dirty plates on a tray. “See ya, new neighbour.”
“See you… Thank you for the meal!” I said, as Soonyoung led me to the door. Wonwoo waved as Mingyu’s head popped out from behind the kitchen door.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it! See you tomorrow!”
“Oh, Raeyang!” I turned. Jeonghan was still in his seat, and he gave me a lazy smile. “Nine in the morning, tomorrow.”
I nodded in reply as Seokmin closed the door behind me. Both of them led me back towards the elevator, and Soonyoung turned to me. “How was it?”
“The food’s pretty great,” I replied, smiling.
Seokmin nodded in agreement. “Of course, Mingyu’s a famous private chef for the rich.”
“Really?” I asked, shocked.
Seokmin grinned. “Yeah, so it’s a privilege to have him cooking for us every day. I cook too, if I’m on kitchen duty…”
“Seungcheol mentioned the roster list…”
“It’s the big board on the first level. Jeonghan hyung will bring you to check it out tomorrow. I think there’s going to be a shuffle of roster duties since you’re here,” Soonyoung pressed the button on the elevator. The doors quickly opened and we all stepped in. “It’s mainly stuff like gardening, dishwashing, trash emptying, and grocery shopping. Seungkwan was all about organic food intake, so we grow our own vegetables. Still, we don’t really have a farm, and the meat’s got to come from somewhere.”
“Don’t worry too much about it, there’s fourteen of us to balance the roster anyway,” Seokmin said as the elevator doors slowly opened for us to alight. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Raeyang. Have a good night!” He waved, and I waved back.
“Thank you, Dokyeom.”
“Don’t mention it. See ya, Hoshi.” A big smile hung on Seokmin’s face as he walked towards the opposite corridor of Soonyoung and me. “Bye, Kyeom.”
As Soonyoung and I walked back to our own apartments, he spoke. “If you can’t sleep tonight, Raeyang, you can take the elevator up to the fifth level. There’s a terrace up there. You might meet one of the others if you’re there, though. The stars are pretty clear and obvious over here.”
He pointed up, and I noticed the ring on his finger. “Can I ask you something, Hoshi?”
“Go ahead.”
“Do you guys know each other for a very long time?” Soonyoung followed my gaze, looking at the silver ring on his pinkie. “I noticed that all of you wore that ring.”
“Ah.” Soonyoung pulled the ring off his pinkie, holding it out in front of me. “You mean this? Well, you could say that I have known these guys for almost all my life,” he said with a fond smile. “This is a… I guess you could call it a symbol of our family.”
Soonyoung’s initials were carved into the silver ring. I removed my gaze from it, looking at him. “My father had a ring with his name engraved on it too,” I said lightly, missing the way Soonyoung’s shoulder tensed. He cleared his throat, putting his ring back on.
“Well, maybe you'll get yours too. I think Joshua hyung’s asking everyone to vote on the design for the new ring.”
“New ring?” I repeated. “You guys change it often?”
“From time to time. Sometimes one of us gets tired of the design.” We stopped in front of my door. “Have a good night, Raeyang.”
“You too, Hoshi. Thank you for today.” I opened the door, turning to him.
What I didn't know was that as soon as I closed the door, Soonyoung’s smile faded. He clicked his tongue impatiently, staring at the ring on his pinkie as he muttered something under his breath. If I had been there, I would have been shocked at what he said.
My father’s name.
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𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
Baldurs Gate:
Astarion
We Were Human
Synopsis: Astarion died as soon as he became something the world has never seen before. No one noticed the damage before it was too late and the Astarion everyone loved was lost to the new one. No one could notice when the turn was slow and silent. He slowly lost the playful glint in his eyes. Lost the love he gaze upon me with. Lost everything that made him the man I loved. Oh, how I would give anything to get him back. I would gladly give up my damned soul for him.
(Aka you are transported back to the past in order to prevent Astarion from losing himself once more. The only problem? You don't have a lot of time.)
Theme Song: Vore - Sleep Token
"You have become the voice in my head Only recourse we're left after death Your viscera welcome me in, welcome me in My life is torn, my bones, they bleed My metaphors fall short in the end Your flesh and bone welcome me in, welcome me in Are you in pain like I am?"
Pairing(s): Ascended!AstarionxReader
Warning(s): Gore, blood, cruelty, cursing, death/murder, mentions of using oneself unwillingly, abuse. Its ascended astarion, prepare for the worst. (Will be updated as more parts are released)
Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | ...
Status: on hold
Note(s):
For the sake of the plot- Astarion will not automatically be damned from the start. In this world, Astarion becomes lost to the ascension overtime until he becomes the ascended vampire we know him to be in the game. Another note that should be highlighted is that this story will be told from the first person perspective since it benefits the story more than any other perspective.
You will also notice various things being different from the game. For example, Karlach will be able to stay in the ‘human’ world and she fixed her heart. (I love my girl, I’m not sending her back), Szaars palace has a different layout cause the one in the game was stupid. There will be more that you will notice in the future so beware. You notice many things that were not included in the game but it I ensure that it is on purpose and isn't just there randomly. It should also be noted that when I post, I post the raw draft before I go back and edit the story. I do this so I am able to post consistently without having readers wait. I will go back and edit once I am able so if you notice spelling mistakes, I apologize.
Soulless Soul
Spawn!AstarionxAbsolute!VampyreReader
Synopsis: There he stands, eyes downcast and shoulders caving in on himself. He does not look weary as he was pricked and prodded to fit the standards of his master. He has no idea why he is here- lined up amongst his siblings in the dining hall. His back aches, scars he knows that have not healed properly catching onto the rough fabric of his shirt. He watched the floor, he knew better not to meet the eyes of the predators that lurked before. He doesn’t even look up when the hem of an emerald green dress stands before him.
“This one. I want this one.”
He does not allow himself the privilege of hope to blossom in his chest at those words.
Theme Song: Soulless Creatures - Aurora
All the pieces of my body's gone Look at me now and tell me how I feel inside Every pieces that I lost, I have loved
Warning(s): mentions of sexual trauma, Physical assault, gore, death, panic attacks, cursing, (more will be added as the story progresses if needed)
Note(s): Redacted in case of spoilers. I will upload notes with the first chapter
Part(s): TBA
Jujutsu Kaisen:
Gojo Satoru
Perfectly Imperfect
Synopsis: Everyone is born with a soulmate. Everyone knows by the time they hit age 18, a different kind of soulmate mark will appear. Some are unable to see color until they meet their soulmates gaze, others have matching tattoos. These are the more common ones; ones that can be tracked down in history but others are rare. So rare that there’s rarely any information available about it. Rare like yours and the only case of this soulmarking was dated decades ago with only two lines describing it.
"Person A and Person B afflicted by this marking will discover themselves to be covered in string-like tattoo markings in certain areas. These areas are what the soulmate A or B deem unworthy of themselves; or rather, what they hate about themself."
This wouldn't be a problem for you if it wasnt for the fact that everything from the collarbone to your ankles was decorated in white string-like lines.
Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader
Theme song: Bonfire - wave to earth
What color is my sky painted? What color is your emotion? Close your eyes slowly and feel the wind. The bonfire is fading out. Maybe we are falling Falling down with the rain.
amore mio aiutami- Piero Piccioni (literally the song that plays when M/C looks at him)
Warning(s):
18+, Sub!Gojo (gasp!), cursing, mentions of self-hate, discussion of Self-hate, mentions of minor character death- Will be added as chapters progress but if you see something that I didn’t include here, please let me know!
Note(s):
Expect this to be a short fic. I do not plan on having this over 6 parts and even then it could be less or couple chapters more. Depends on how I write everything.
Part(s): TBA
Ryomen Sukuna
Snippets of Love
Synopsis: Glimpses of your relationship with Sukuna through prompts/questions.
Paring: Sukuna x Reader
Theme Song: Heart To Heart - Mac DeMarco
So I had a late Arrival So, we never saw the start of each others lives heart to heart
Notable tags: ModernAU, slight age gap, Canon/Fanon implements, Sukuna still has his tattoos, CEO Sukuna, uncle Sukuna, college student reader, pierced Sukuna.
Note(s): Inspired to do this series based on Kyarrcha fanart of Sukuna on Instagram! I want this to be mostly based on requests about certain moments such as when Sukuna and you first met, first date, and things like that. This can also include certain scenarios or environments. Feel free to send in requests but I will also add in my own takes.
Requests: Open.
Warnings: will be listed in the sections.
You are not required to read snippets in order, but it is recommended.
How y♡u first met Sukuna!
How y♡u met Sukuna again (and got his number)!
First date with Sukuna!
Sukuna letting y♡u doll him up!
Sukuna with drunk y♡u
Jealous Y♡u
Argument with Sukuna
Choso Kamo
Echos of Love
Synopsis: Choso is one of the few to possess abilities that transcend human limits. His family was taken away from him and he was given to serve the king. He was trained in nothing else but to kill and follow orders. He was a man made weapon. His name whispered in fear- the kingdom's boogeyman. He hates it though. Hates how his freedom was ripped from his hands. Hates how his ‘gift’ is more like a curse. He is offered a deal he can’t deny- transport the princess to safety in a neighboring kingdom. The only problem is, she’s the daughter of the man that took everything from him and she is being hunted down by unknown forces.
Pairing: Choso x Reader
Theme Song: my love is mine all mine - Mitski
Moon, tell me if I could Send up my heart to you? So, when I die, which I must do Could it shine down here with you? 'Cause my love is mine, all mine I love mine, mine, mine
Notable tags: FantasyAU, Fanon (I am creating my own world and using some pieces of jjk in it), major character death, (Will be updated as chapters are released)
Note(s): Teehee, I love Choso.
Part(s): TBA
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Welcome to your resting grounds. The stars burn empty here.
Solstice is a Roblox Horror game, with inspiration from David Szymanski's 'Iron Lung.' Set on an abandoned space station among the stars, you are a prisoner. Your conviction is unimportant. You were approached by *Stargate, with a proposal; Board the Station, Retreive [REDACTED] and escape with your life. Should you complete this you will earn your freedom.
They do not expect you to return.
*Stargate: An independent company that owns Solstice. They have no restrictions and are under no laws.
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Frequent updates & Development posted on our socals! Moreso in our discord!
Applications for Concept Artists, Developers, Voice Acting, and soon to be writers are always open! Join us you apply, we would love to have you on our team!
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'Oh I'm Really Dune-it Now!' Masterpost
Welcome to the blog, the usual mishmash of nonsense will continue but for anything I'm creating myself lately it will likely be for the Dune Fandom, mostly a hodgepodge of Villeneuve Movie & Book Canon.
If you want to opt-out of this, all my original posts related to Dune will be tagged #duneposting for blacklisting.
Finally, add me on twitter @montager7 & Discord as montager if you use either for fandom stuff. I'm trying to get a feel for the size & shape of the Dune fandom, I think we can get writing & art events going in hiatus!
My Live & Updated Fiefdom of Dune Creations:
Dune Meta Rants, AKA:
Dune Fandom, We Need to be Hornier About Fluids
The One Where I Scream About Sand and Balance in Dune's Rigged Fights
Brian Herbert's Bitchy Dune Messiah Intro
The One Where I Talk About Feyd-Rautha's Introductory Scene and How We Were Too Distracted By Rizz to See Trauma UPDATED: The DEFINITIVE Version With Duke Leto (2.0) (New)
(Optional Alternate Early Cut): (1.1) Where I Went Back & Had Even MORE Traumatic Realizations about Feyd-Rautha that later got validated somewhat by Villeneuve's interviews confirming he wanted the final fight to be a 'consummation' of what never was.
Hey Do You Guys Remember in the Book Paul Was Going to Let Gurney Halleck do War Crimes on Feyd-Rautha? (New)
Meta Coming Soon - Yell at Me in DMs:
Heavily Academically Source-Cited Essay on Why Blacking Feyd-Rautha's Teeth was a More Insane and Correct Decision than Even Villeneuve Could Have Probably Considered.
Pollution, Shaving, Hierarchy of Nobility, & Gendered Clothing on Giedi Prime
The Detailed Breakdown of Bullfighting Imagery & Metaphor in Villeneuve's Dune 1 & 2.
The Impassioned Defense of Why Villeneuve's Feyd-Rautha Actually Might Like Rabban, Siblings in Abusive Homes, the Relationship Therein, and Fandom Mischaracterizations.
Dune Memes & Misc Shitposts:
The Arrakeen Royal Ballet AU (Fair game to write or draw) (New)
FeydPaulChaniIrulan needs to be called 'The Paulycule' (New)
Dunewave Exists, It Fucks, and I Need You All To Listen To It (New)
Paul Atredies, Cinnamon Roll Evolution (New)
Dune: MerMay Edition (New)
"Feyd-Rautha is a Cannibal"
Focused Feyd-Rautha Meme
RIP NoHo Hank i know you would have rocked just the sluttiest little couture Feyd-Rautha Halloween costume
Dune Fanvids / Crackvids
Big New Feelings Paul Atredies & Lady Jessica w/ PaulChani & FeydPaul Comedy/Crack - 2:41
Family Secrets Always Come Out... (1.0?) Lady Jessica & Paul Atredies/Muad'dib & Glossu Rabban Comedy Crack/Character Study? - 0:50 CW: Canon-Level Emetophobia & Violence
[BIG WIP - REDACTED] (Coming Soon) Kwisatz Haderach General / Drama - 3:30+
Dune Fanfiction:
Detailed Outline Stages, yell at me to stop making low effort memes and write.
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Welcome to the KOTLC RP<3
Hello there! You may have heard of us from time to time, but we're a tumblr KOTLC roleplay that just kinda vibes from time to time.
This blog is the MAIN KOTLC RP blog. If you have questions, wanna join the rp etc. you can just drop an ask or tag us in a post. All roleplayers have access to this account so we'll be able to answer your questions at any time of the day
I am writing this as if theres some random entity who is in charge of the account, but we're all in charge of the account.
(The person writing this is Red, owner of the forkle and leto accounts)
⬇️ scroll down to meet the roleplayers ⬇️
MEET THE ROLEPLAYERS side note: i added the names of the actual roleplayers because timeo asked
=Children=
Sophie - @therealsophieelizabethfoster
Fitz - @fitz-avery-vacker
Keefe - @keefe--sencen
Tam - @tam-shade-song
Dex- @dex-the-smart-one (Everett)
Biana- @sparkles-make-anything-better
Linh - @linh--song (Kory)
Maruca - @the-only-maruca-chebota
Wylie - @flasher-boi-endal
Amy - @amy-rose-foster
Stina - @im-just-cooler (Stella)
Marella - @shut-up-i-will-burn-you (Kay<333)
Jensi - @jensi-babbles-lots
Rex - (i do not know the @ but i know kale runs the account)
Adults:
Alden - @alden-dendrick-vacker
Quinlin - @quinlin-sonden
Grady - @not-a-fan-of-that-boy
Edaline - @edaline--ruwen
Elwin - @elwin-at-your-service (Elle!!! hi mom! /hj)
Magnate Leto - @magnatetheleto (Red aka me)
Cassius - @thebestsencen
Juline Dizznee - @julinekdizznee-off (brooke)
-Black Swan Members-
Squall - @the-prettiest-ice-cube (Brooke)
Blur - @blurrieidentities Mr Forkle - @norwegian-trickster-god (Also Red)
Tiergan/Granite - @prentices-husband
Livvy - @candies-and-sparkles (Eve)
Jolie - @jolie-lucine-ruewen (venus)
-Councillors-
Terik - @terik-the-councillor
Bronte - @bronte-the-inflictor
Oralie - @oralie-pretty-in-pink
Emery - @emery-is-a-king
~Neverseen/Ex-neverseen~
Fintan - @fintan-pyren
Lady Gisela - @lady-gisela (kale i think)
Vespera: @vespera-neci-folend
Ruy: @chronically-ill-psionipath and or @ruy-tonio-ignis
Alvar - @alvar-not-vacker (also kale, I think)
Glimmer (Rayni) - @little-miss-neverseen
Trix - @trix-up-my-sleeve
Brant - @brant--redacted Umber - @umberthebettershade
other people (animals???)
Sandor - @igowhereyougo
Silveny - @therarestprattlespin (AEYLIS)
Ro - @hunkyhairs-backup
Iggy - @iggy-the-imp (THERE ARE YOU HAPPY TIMEO?)
Organisations
Black Swan official acc (onyx runs it) @black-swan-official (Asta)
Nerverseen - @neverseen-official
Foxfire - @foxfire-official (I actually do not know)
Exillium - @exillium
Matchmakers - @thematchmakingoffice and @the-official-matchmaking-office (Denny and Timeo)
The Council Intern - @thecouncil-official
Eternalia's Library - @eternalialibrary-official
UPDATED BY RED 11TH JUNE
The official tags for the main rp blog are: asktherp, kotlcrpofficial
#kotlc rp#kotlc#kotlc tam#kotlc keefe#kotlc sophie#kotlc memes#kotlc rp blog#kotlc fandom#keeper of the lost cities#asktherp
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Hazel's Book Club
Welcome to the second installment of my story reviewing thread! Today's thread has the theme of "kinda stressful stories with troubled protagonists" I guess? it sounds a bit morbid but they're good stories so stick with it (if you want, absolutely no pressure there ^w^)
Up first, The Objectively Most Rational Decision, by The_Luce. The titular decision is, of course, to transition, even though you're just a [redacted]. The story follows a terrible person very spiky egg taking the only logical step to making their life easier. which it will be, obviously. CW for incel/4chan terminology and thinking, references to a whole bunch of bigoted shit (naturally), sexual content.
Secondly, Be a Girl by @zemathememequeen. this one is a modern light fantasy (objectively a bunch of people have superpowers but it's really easy to forget that?) story about a "boy" who gains the magical power to turn anyone into a girl! which obviously goes disastrously wrong when the majority of their accidental targets are cis, and it doesn't even work on themselves :< . It's a rather intense story and gets very depressing in parts, but the final part is beginning now and it's looking a lot more upbeat. But CW for transphobia, depression and dysphoria, and abuse.
Thirdly, and a surprise addition to this post when I realised it fits the theme, is Joobie's Witch Hunt, about a vampire trying to control their hunger, a band of charismatic troublemakers, and the investigation of a sinister plot perhaps? Similarly to the previous story it gets very heavy but also has since lightened up a lot, and I wholeheartedly recommend it. CW A lot of self deprecation and hate, (depression, dysphoria, the usual), bigotry, violence and death.
Finally, special mention to Nexus Alpha by @elamimax. This one is smut, it contains graphic depictions of sex and kink, so obviously do not read if you aren't comfortable with that. But if you are, damn this is good, and I mostly wanted to put it here so that I could remind my friends it's started updating again ;3c . CW violence, intense power dynamics, mindfuckery, bondage and highly graphic sexual content. Oh yeah also big fuckoff mech battles but I feel like those disclaimers should come first.
And that wraps up this installment of the book club! Hope you enjoy some of the stories I recommend~
#Hazel's Book Club#The Objectively Most Rational Decision#Be a Girl#Witch Hunt#Nexus Alpha#trans fiction#trans stories#once again let me know if I should add extra CWs or tag any authors or stuff
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A moment from I Was Thinking About Your Mouth - Chapter 2 - coming with every meaning of the word on Sunday:
TK hisses, his eyes rolling back and head hitting the table. “God. It’s right there.”
“When I do this?” Carlos asks, flicking again.
“Yes!” TK breathes out hard, moaning as his c*ck rises impossibly, the strain clear in his purple veins, the bubble of desire rising from his wet slit. “I’ll come like this if you keep touching me like that.”
“I’m hardly actually touching you.”
“It feels like…Your movements feel massive,” TK squeaks.
“You’re so beautiful.” Carlos slips his hand against the bulge in his sweatpants, rubbing to relieve the ache. “What do you want?”
“Your mouth,” TK whispers.
“My mouth, what?” Carlos asks, shoving his hand inside his sweatpants now, desperate for grip.
“Please. Please,” TK answers. That ragged breath, that begging tone.
Carlos quickly removes his hand from his pants to stave a rocketing orgasm of his own. He has to breathe through it like TK is. He tries to think an unsexy thought, pull himself together, but everything zones back to TK naked on the dining table, legs spread, slit glistening with precum, [redacted].
“Welcome to your new home,” Carlos says, bowing between TK’s legs and teasing his shaft with his breath first, tongue second.
TK grabs at Carlos’ hair, pushing his fingers into his gelled curls.
“You think you’re going to make a mess of me?” Carlos says with menacing grit. “I’m going to make a mess of you.”
Chapter 1 now on Ao3
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Stealthnotized: A 3+1 Fic (Chapter 1 of 4)
Hello, Redacted Fandom! I’ve been actively working on this fic for months now, and thinking about it for much longer than that. It has been such a joy to give Milo and Sweetheart the opportunity to experience something I consider to be an extreme form of intimacy, trust, and love. Thank you so much for reading! Any and all feedback is welcome and cherished!
Summary: A series of four separate scenes featuring Milo and Sweetheart exploring the variety of ways hypnosis can enhance an already strong, safe, intimate, inventive, playful, passionate, and above all, loving relationship. Or, three times Sweetheart hypnotizes Milo and one time Milo hypnotizes Sweetheart: the first time, the sweet time, the spicy time, and the one time.
Because this fic is rated E for my brand of soft-smut explicit material, the link, tags, and more specific information about the story is under the cut. 18+ only, please!
Read Chapter 1: The First Time of Stealthnotized on AO3!
Rating: E ; WC: ~20K over 4 chapters; Characters: Milo/Sweetheart
Summary: A series of four separate scenes featuring Milo and Sweetheart exploring the variety of ways hypnosis can enhance an already strong, safe, intimate, inventive, playful, passionate, and, above all, loving relationship. Or, three times Sweetheart hypnotizes Milo and one time Milo hypnotizes Sweetheart: the first time, the sweet time, the spicy time, and the one time.
Tags: Romance, Love, Trust, Support, Communication, Mates in Love, Smut, Fluff, Soft-Smut, Sexual Intimacy, Non-Sexual Intimacy, All the Love, All the Softness, Hypnotism, Hypnokink, Hypnosis, Consensual Hypnosis, Induction Sequence, Trance, Fractionation, Mantras, Relaxation, Obedience, Kink Exploration, Enhanced Pleasure, Sensitivity, Kneeling, Heavy Petting, Submission, Dominance, Edging, Praise Kink, Begging Kink, Stripping, Clothed/Naked Kink, Enthusiastic Consent, Check-Ins, Respecting Boundaries, Hand Job, Oral Fixation, Grinding, Oral Sex, Sex, Teasing, Hypnotist!Sweetheart, Hypnosub!Milo, Hypnotist!Milo, Hypnosub!Sweetheart, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Milo is a Good Boy, Sweetheart is Milo’s Little Stealth, Milo and Sweetheart are Both Soft Doms and They Make It Work, Afterglow, Aftercare, Gender-Neutral Sweetheart, Adult Language, 3+1 Form Fic
Taglist: @calicostorms , @glassbearclock (Want to be tagged when I update this fic? Please reach out and I'll be happy to add you!)
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