#will be around sporadically on discord

[floorgazing]

okay, i queued up a couple things for the next few days since i'm anticipating an absence, updated my pinned, have gotten my drafts down to 55... which is still so much but feels more manageable. i am tired and super stressed about this bone marrow biopsy procedure i'm having done tomorrow T_T so! later gang, love ya

[pondslime]

made a discord in order to rant and rave about writing/horror movies/soggy losers w/likeminded weirdos (affectionate)!!!

→ 18+ only! → nsfw server! I'm a writer of weird erotica & I want to chat w/other writers/enjoyers of weird erotica lmao → please check the rules channel & hop into introductions before chatting! → disclaimer: it's VERY much a work in progress & a bit messy atm!! sorry for tossing u guys into an active construction site!! I'm working on it, I promise!!

feel free to message me if ur interested! <33

[starsaught]

Happy New Year, my lovelies!

[rcdfcxr]

I will be here soon! I have some background stuff to fix and a few things to work on! But I’m looking forward to writing again. I’ll be either here or on @shokanjyu (:

[bravevolunteer]

heads up that i'm probably gonna be even more low activity for like,,, the next week at least if not until NEXT friday i'm so sorry

[14dayswithyou]

💖 Day 3.5 is now available! 💖

For the last couple of months, only Server Boosters had access to the 3.5 update... Buuuuut now it's available for everyone to play in the 14DWY Discord — and soon itch.io once I'm happy with the QA and state of the game — so please don't feel pressured to join unless you want to!!

The full devlog + even more screenshots are under the cut ^^

What's been added to the 3.5 version?

📺 Streamer Mode!

I've been told that it's difficult to stream and monetise age-restricted videos on YouTube and Twitch, so I added an option to remove the sexual content and strong language used in the demo.

Now y'all can invite Ren into your bed for cuddles without putting your streamer career on the line /silly /lh

This won't affect the 18+ rating or dark themes/elements of the game, however! Although Streamer Mode will prevent you from seeing any "gruesome" CGs in the future, most of the core elements of the game will still be tied to the choices and decisions you make. So you won't miss out on the overall experience by using streamer mode!!

⚙️ Custom Pronouns!

It only took me one entire year to get around to it, but you can finally choose your own preferred pronouns (or use a set of pronouns instead)... At the cost of being able to change them mid-game ^^;

Since the original pronoun screen wouldn't update until a new scene was displayed, I temporarily disabled the feature. But once I find a workaround, I'll bring it back!

💗 Choose how others perceive you!

You can now choose how the cast and narration perceive you! Originally, the narration was kept strictly gender-neutral (outside of pronouns and genitalia picked by the player), but this will soon change in future updates.

For more clarity: you don't get to choose the words specifically, but you can choose between masculine, feminine, and androgynous terms!

📋 Separate top and bottom genitalia!

You can now choose your tatas and pps separately! >:3

Alongside that, you can also choose your preferred body type!

I removed the "both" genitalia option because a few players still assumed it was an obscure version of "intersex". That wasn't my intention and I don't want to mislead anyone, so I took it out for now ^^;

I also didn't want to include a screenshot of the new genitalia choices in action (because it's NSFW), so y'all get the same character menu screen for the nth time instead lmao

📱 Relationship Screen Overhaul!

You can now change your own status for more immersion, and long-term Server Boosters will eventually be able to submit and use their own icon within the game as well!

Stalking finding your friends has now become easier by using "Buddy Maps"; a new app that allows you to see the location of all the cast members!

I want to offer players more incentive to check the relationship screen since they tend to miss the status updates, so hopefully this might help ;v;

It also says it "updates every few hours" so folks don't go overboard and check every 5 seconds to see where Ren is gdsghf (also keep in mind that he's a hacker lol)

🖤 Additional Scenes Update!

Day 2 received a brand new CG!!!!! Originally, I planned on only adding a few CGs sporadically throughout the game, but it didn't feel right to leave Day 2 so... empty... so I added a brand new CG to (hopefully) make things feel more balanced and natural!

If you decline Teo's offer on Day 3, Leon will now call and try to convince you to reconsider. However, players are still allowed to decline, and if they do, they'll reach a dead end.

After listening to feedback on itch, I changed some of the dialogue during Days 1-3 to make it seem more consistent! They're only small changes though, so it's honestly not worth looking for sdgjssga

🎶 Updated BGM and SFX!

I wanted to try out a different style of music to see if it fits the vibe of 14DWY more! The BGM features more acoustics to suit the "beachy" theme of Corland Bay, though I made a conscious effort to include piano elements as well to stay true to the original!!

I figured it'd be better to give players a live example before I make a poll (to see if they prefer the change or not) and publish it to Itch.

Some new SFX have also been added, though it's very minimal and honestly not that noticeable.

How to download and play the update?

(warning: clicking on the following links will open Discord!!) To download the Day 3.5 update, simply join the 14DWY Discord server, verify your age, and visit the "14dwy-updates" channel!

Alternatively, you can also wait until the update is publicly released on Itch to play it as well!! (It normally gets released shortly after a round of QA testing/getting feedback from the server, though I may release it earlier if I feel like it hehe ^^)

Enjoy!!

[venomous-qwille]

Ghost in the Machine

This is the master post for Ghost in the Machine links, character refs and FAQs.

I will try my best to keep this post as up to date as possible.

What is Ghost in The Machine?

GITM is a DCA AU and a fic set in the retrofuture (2055ish) long after Fazco has shut down. An eccentric collector has been acquiring versions of the Daycare Attendant animatronic from closed locations around the world. The story involves a reader character who has been brought into repair the original post-Ruin DCA from the games, and hijinks ensue. There are also ghosts.

Where can I read the fic?

GITM is currently being posted on Ao3, and is updated every three weeks on Saturdays. The fic is being beta'd by the tremendously talented @bubbiethesaur. You can read GITM here!

There is also a podfic, which you can find here:

Updates to the podfic will be sporadic, so please be patient &lt;3

Where can I see the art?

On this blog I use the #gitm au and #ghost in the machine au tags for GITM related content. If you are looking for art of a specific character, they also have their own tags: #misuta moon #nova #soleil #clip.exe #sunspot mk1 #fool eclipse #ruin eclipse #sombra #sunflower #mr sandman

FAQ~

Why haven't you answered my GITM ask?

One of three reasons: 1) your ask was too spoilery* 2) I'm waiting to answer it with art 3) ADHD

*spoilery includes but is not limited to: any questions about dual-AI or XYZ character's sun/moon variant; questions about character backstories and lore; questions about characters that have not featured in the fic yet (e.g Nova, Sanii, Harvest, Sunflower, Sandman etc); asks speculating about potential future scenarios (don't get me wrong, I love these asks, but I can't answer them!)

Where are all the Moons?

Read and find out. Seriously. There are at least 5 Moons who are core to the plot but I'm not going to talk about them, no matter how nicely you ask!

Does XYZ character have a Sun/Moon counterpart?

Some of them do, some of them don't. The dual-AI stuff is majorly plot related. If I'm not talking about someone's Sun/Moon counterpart, rest assured you will find out eventually. I won't be spoiling any of it on tumblr though :)

Can I create fanart of GITM?

Yes yes yes please do and please tag me when you post it so I can see it/reblog! If you are unsure if something is ok, please ask.

Can I create fanfic of GITM?

Super flattered about this. I have a longform answer to this question which you can read here. But tl;dr yes you can, please tag/credit me, do not spoil/try to write the lore, and please do not write GITM au (e.g mafia, mer, medieval). I have my own plans for this stuff and I would prefer to release the designs/stories in my own time. If you are unsure if something is ok, please ask.

Can I create NSFW GITM content?

Until recently I had blanket perms that allowed NSFW GITM content. I'm updating this to let you guys know I'm no longer comfortable with people making this content. Back when the community was small, I felt differently, but as time has passed a lot has changed and I've found myself becoming increasingly anxious about it. If this boundary changes again in the future, I will update this FAQ.

Do you have character refs I can use?

There is a collection of art 'refs' for each character on the Misutamojis discord. Latest link here.

There are no proper call-out sheets/refs currently, but I have a huge body of art for the characters on this blog which should give you more than enough info for most of them. I will get around to creating proper refs eventually, in which case I will link them here.

Where can I find the playlist?

I update the spotify playlist fairly regularly, if you have any music recs you can send them over in an ask! You can listen to the playlist here!

I've heard there are secret GITM drabbles, where can I find them?

I used to post frequent drabbles from future chapters in the DCA Palooza discord, I have recently deleted the majority of them as people were going back and binging them which hadn't been the intended reading experience. Anywho, this question probably refers more to the spicy drabbles (which people have very kindly made a lot of delicious art for). These are still around! You just need to access the spicy channel and do some digging.

Is there a GITM discord?

Nope! There is a server for GITM emotes and a busy thread in the DCA Palooza, but currently I don't have any plans to make a GITM-centric discord community. If that does happen in the future it's likely I will simply convert the emotes server (Misutamojis).

It finally happened, I converted Misutamojis. You can join the GITM discord here.

Can I smooch the robots?

Yes.

All of them?

All of them.

[thoughtsfromlayla]

☾ The Prince of Stories and his unbridled ability to avoid all possible clichés.

Summary: After kidnapping you into the Dreaming, Morpheus desperately tries to win your favor. It doesn't go to plan, nothing ever seems to go to plan.

Notes: ~600 words -- Hi, welcome to my new series cause I can never complete old ones, just start new ones.

Warnings/Tags: Mentions of kidnapping in passing, Morpheus doesn't know how to smile and it lowkey freaks you out.

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“I can’t seem to reach them, Lucienne. Emotionally, I suppose.” Morpheus paces back and forth in the library. Despite the warm and soft atmosphere, he felt on edge and like he was being used as a pin cushion. 

“My lord,” Lucienne sighs and blinks at his audacity. “You kidnapped her and brought them back to the Dreaming.” The librarian doesn’t finish the rest, hoping the obvious was implied. 

It wasn’t. 

“Women go missing and are kidnapped all the time in Greece. Hades was said to have kidnapped his wife, Persephone, and the last I heard they were becoming amicable.” Morpheus continues his pacing.

Lucienne shoots a look at Jessamy, who only shrugs, her wings rising and falling with her breath. The raven was not a part of this scheme. In fact, she was resting peacefully in her little nest before Morpheus grabbed her on a little impromptu trip to the waking world. And then that little trip turned into a kidnapping scheme. She was an involuntary accomplice. 

“What do I do, Lucienne? Help your king.” Morpheus stops before the librarian. His tone was almost pleading, but he would never admit that and Lucienne would never voice it either. 

“How about a gesture, my lord?” Lucienne caves in. “Get her to… I don’t know, like you?”

“A gesture…” Morpheus hums in thought. He leaves the library in a hurry, never bothering to thank the librarian. Jessamy caws before flying after him. 

His sand takes him to your room that you’ve holed yourself in for the past week. You’re staring out of the glass-stained window, the moonlight casting colors on your figure like watercolors and you’re thinking of home. 

Morpheus knew of a gesture, it was novel in the waking world and everyone seemed to be doing it so surely he thought you would like it, too. Jessamy gives a doubtful look at Morpheus from her perch on his shoulders. 

You sigh, slumping and leaning your head against the window and Morpheus had half of a mind to produce some flowers instead. Flowers were safe, everyone liked flowers, but they were boring. If he is going to win your heart, he has to try something new, something exciting, something that shows you that he is not like any other man. 

He holds out his hand and gives a soft cough to let you know he is there. 

You scream. 

And you continued to scream. His image is terrifying in the dark and sporadic. The ruby crystal illuminates his stoic face from the bottom, making it look like he was scowling at you and your heart and mind widely jumps to conclusions. He gives you a smile, one he hasn’t practiced and it only spurs on your imaginations. 

HE’S GOING TO KILL YOU

HE’S GOING TO EAT YOU

YOU’RE NEVER GOING HOME!

Morpheus' hand was still outstretched; the “gesture” was his middle finger sticking straight up. He’s seen many mortals doing it and thought you might like it. Jessamy starts cawing, her cries echoing around in the room and it only adds to the discordant symphony of your screams. Her wings beat erratically in front of Morpheus’ fingers and he looks down at her with a confused look. 

“Put that away or so help me, Lord Morpheus,” she caws, using her body to block his finger—his misunderstood romantic “gesture” — from your eyes. 

The next day, he’s back to moping in the library, preventing Lucienne from doing any work with his more important woes. He doesn’t know what he did wrong, in fact, he was sure you would like it! Morpheus lets out another obnoxious sigh, he can’t even both to fornicate a form, his body turning into a pile of goop the longer he mopes dramatically. 

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♡ Yours, Layla

[janaem]

Let Me Rule You

Jareth x f.reader

This is chapter 1 (Entranced) | Chapter 2 (Wish)

Synopsis: She never imagined that she would once again be drawn into the enchanting world of fictional characters, a place she had not ventured into for many years. However, on a warm summer Saturday night, everything changed as she found herself captivated by the enigmatic goblin king, Jareth, while watching the mesmerizing film "Labyrinth." Word count: 5.4k (20 pages)

Warnings for this chapter: swearing and arguments

Key:Y/n= your name | L/n= last name | M/n= mom name |d/n= dog name

For visual purposes, here is the house you are living in.

Author note: It's sure been a while since I wrote something as long as this. I hope you all enjoy this first chapter as much as I did! I don't intend for this to be a slow burn, but I'm sure not rushing to the climax either. Things will definitely start to progress in the chapters to come at a reasonable pace since I'm aiming for this to be only a few chapters. I will also be publishing this on ao3 and wattpad:)

The dusk was calm, and the only movements were the swaying of the trees in the warm midsummer breeze. The dark green leaves of the trees fell sporadically on the fresh pavement street of Evansville. It is a typical upper-middle-class suburb located on the outskirts of the great city, beyond its beautiful lake. During the summer, Evansville is usually bustling with life. Kids can be seen racing on their scooters while their parents watch from the front lawn of their craftsman and single-family-style homes. Teenagers speed down Sherhigh Avenue by the Lakefront with their windows rolled down, blasting music and singing the lyrics. The beaches are always full from morning till nearly midnight.

Nestled close to the tranquil lakefront was Nordstin Street, which exuded an air of a close community feel. From afternoon till night, the neighborhood was painted with playful children and their parents' laughter on their lawns, the jingle of ice cream trucks, and frequent splashes from small backyard pools.

But once dusk faded away, it was different. The winds picked up abruptly around four thirty and leaves started dancing in a choreographed frenzy while flower petals broke free from their delicate confines. The windows of these sturdy homes rattled, adding a discordant note to the chaos. The tides of the lake were more than violent, threatening to engulf anything in their path. The crashing waves against the cluster of boulders are reminiscent of clashing symbols. 

In the heart of Nordstin, a grand single-family home exudes warmth and elegance. The gray fiber cement exterior, adorned with white accents, perfectly complements the intricately decorated gray brick roof. The beautiful porch is a work of art, supported by sturdy white stone pillars, making it both practical and stunning.

In the vast living room downstairs, an eighteen-year-old, Y/n,  lounged on the cream sectional sofa, surrounded by plush beige pillows of varying textures. With one pillow snug against her torso, she tuned into the news forecast, her gaze fixed on the screen as she observed the latest updates.

The male news reporter's voice filled the room, his words a solemn warning. "The winds are blowing at 26 miles per hour," he announced, his tone carrying a sense of urgency. "It's best to stay home if you don't need to be outside, especially away from water." 

Suddenly, a harsh voice from the kitchen shatters the tranquility, disrupting Y/n's peace of mind.

Y/n’s mother, m/n, walked urgently from the kitchen and halted at the entrance of the living room, wearing an unpleasant expression. She holds a meticulously cleaned empty Tupperware container in her left hand. 

“Y/n,  did you eat the last of the lasagna?” She asked, shaking the container so it was brought to Y/n’s attention. 

Y/n looked over at her displeased mother and replied dryly, "Yeah."

Her mother gives her a repulsed look, “Why? What makes you think it’s okay to eat up everything in this house and not leave anything left for anyone?” 

Y/n gave her a look of offense, sitting up from her leisure posture, her voice remained level, “Those were the only leftovers I ate. And you told me that I could  help myself to whatever I wanted today.”  

“That doesn’t mean you eat a whole thing of lasagna, Y/n. You can’t always think about yourself!” 

“It wasn’t even half of a container mom, relax.” 

“Don’t tell me to relax. I know what was in there.”

“Can you please stop yelling?” 

“I’m not yelling! This is how I talk.”

Already feeling fatigued from the ongoing conversation, Y/n released a small, exhausted sigh, grabbed the remote, and switched from the news channel in search of something else to ease her mind.

However, the fuming woman continued, “You could’ve called me asking if you could save me some because that is a lot for one person.”

“It wasn’t.” Y/n had completely given up.

“Okay, Y/n,” m/n scoffed, walking back into the kitchen, “This is ridiculous, you think about nobody else but yourself.  Your dad and I are already paying for your college, and the least you can do is not act selfish all the time!”

Y/n turned up the volume of the television, finally finding a show that piqued her interest. Unfortunately, she could still hear the immature mutters of her mother’s complaints.

“It’s all about Y/n, Y/n, Y/n…never thinking about anyone else…that’s sad…this is ridiculous!...eat something healthy…never seen anything like it…eighteen years old…”

“So fucking extra,” Y/n huffed, turning down the volume of the television. She throws the pillow from where it landed with the other pile of pillows on the couch and walks up to her room, considering watching a movie there instead. Maybe she’ll Facetime her friend to vent about how unbearable her mom was acting again. 

It wasn't uncommon for Y/n and her mother to engage in disputes, which seemed to arise almost daily, creating an atmosphere of constant tension. By now, Y/n was used to it, maintaining a more composed demeanor. However, there are times when she'll mirror or even exceed her mother's outbursts. Their relationship wasn't entirely negative, but it was far from fulfilling. As for her father, Y/n's connection with him was characterized by neutrality with a more manageable dynamic. He was currently on a trip with her uncle and a few friends at Turks & Caicos and won’t be back for another five days.

Y/n walked into her room, paying no attention to the insistent buzzing of her phone on her eider white desk. She sank into her plush queen-sized bed, surrounded by a sea of pillows and stuffed animals, and disappeared under the soft covers, letting out a long sigh of satisfaction.

She didn't want to get too hot under the covers in her oversized hoodie, so she shifted to a more upright position, reached under a nearby pillow, retrieved the remote, and switched on the television. The clock on the top right-hand corner of the starting page displayed 9:45 pm. She then clicked on one of the streaming apps and started browsing through the movies, uncertain of her current mood.

Y/n, with a deep appreciation for classic films, gravitated towards the 80s-90s subcategory. The screen was filled with a vibrant array of movie covers competing for her attention. As she scrolled through the seemingly endless list of movies, Y/n's eyes eagerly scanned the colorful and nostalgic offerings.

She scrolled through rows and rows of movies of all kinds, eventually getting bored and heading over to the sidebar for a better selection. There, subcategories of the 80s and 90s movies appeared: Action, Romance, Documentary, thriller…

Fantasy.

It has been a while since Y/n watched any fantasy-related films, especially older ones with effects that she found to be somewhat uncoordinated and eerie. However, curiosity got the best of her, so she clicked on it, and a series of other subcategories dropped down: Animation, Fairy Tale, Steampunk, Vampires...

Cult films.

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows at the name, “Cult?” she whispered as if she was sounding it out for the first time.

As she clicked on the remote, a rush of warmth and excitement filled her chest. Her eyes eagerly scanned the screen, searching for a familiar movie. Despite having watched The Neverending Story countless times, she scrolled past it along with other movies like The Dark Crystal, Short Circuit, Big Trouble in Little China, and The Goonies. 

Yet, an inexplicable urge drove her to keep searching. After a few more minutes, she suddenly paused, as if an unseen force prevented her thumb from clicking the arrow button, and her gaze settled on a movie she had never come across before.

Jim Henson’s Labyrinth.

Y/n felt an overwhelming and unexplainable sensation coursing through her body as she gazed at the movie cover and its title. It seemed to evoke a powerful wave of nostalgia, captivating her as she fixed her eyes on the glowing screen.

She clicked on the movie, reading its summary.

“Sixteen-year-old Sarah is given thirteen hours to solve a labyrinth and rescue her baby brother Toby when her wish for him to be taken away is granted by the Goblin King Jareth.”

“Poor girl,” Y/n commented as she pressed play, where the credits roll while a white barn owl flies around. Her dog, D/n, shoved the door open with their nose and climbed into bed with her, lying at her legs.

Y/n was captivated by the film's cinematic elements and grainy aesthetic. In particular, she found the character Sarah Williams, to be incredibly gorgeous. Despite her beauty and gentle appearance, Y/n observed that Sarah's behavior didn't align, from her furious stomping into the house to her tendency to catastrophize minor inconveniences. 

Y/n grimaced at the first appearance of the goblins, all jumbled up as they awoke from their slumber. Their raspy and grating voices matched their grotesque appearances.  When they emerged in the bedroom after Sarah's brother went missing, they appeared in various parts of the room--- under the bedsheets, inside closets, behind the door. Sarah looked around frantically, unable to catch a break. Then, suddenly, the same white barn owl from the movie's beginning barges into the room through the balcony doors and lunges at Sarah. Startled, Sarah shields her eyes, and then a human shadow emerges at Sarah's feet.

The once barn owl had been mystically transformed into a human being. Y/n took in his lithe stature, which stood in a way that excluded flamboyance and regal confidence. His long, dark, and dramatic coat, adorned with intricate designs and embellishments, billowed in the wind as he made his captivating presence known on screen.

"You're him, aren't you? You're the Goblin King." 

The Goblin King tilts his head, offering Sarah a proud smirk. Y/n couldn't help but notice his untamed, tousled blond locks that framed his face, enhancing his unconventional and otherworldly allure.

"Sarah…go back to your room. Play with your toys and your costumes. Forget about the baby."

His voice flowed like honey, smooth and melodious. Y/n had heard that voice before, possessed by others, yet the Goblin King made it uniquely captivating with its rich, velvety timbre.

"I've brought you a gift."

"It's a crystal, nothing more."

The Goblin King outstretched his gloved hand, and a translucent ball appeared out of thin air. Y/n's eyebrows raised in awe as he effortlessly juggled it about his hands in a way she'd never seen before. It rolled from one hand to another, from his fingertips to the palm of his hand.

"But if you turn it this way and look into it, it'll show you your dreams."

As the film played, Y/n was entirely captivated by the intricate and fantastical journey unfolding before her. She couldn't help but admire Sarah's courageous interactions with the strange and repulsive creatures, except the adorable worm at the beginning. Fairies, goblins, and monsters filled the screen, leaving Y/n in awe of the film's grungy artistry.

She started taking a liking to Hoggle, although he is a coward, he truly cared for Sarah and her wellbeing, which is the type of friend that anyone could need in such desperate times.  However, above all the characters Y/n found remarkable, the enigmatic Goblin King, Jareth, captured her attention every time he appeared.

The ballroom scene, in particular, mesmerized Y/n, watching as Jareth's intense yet affectionate gaze lingered on Sarah in a way that set Y/n's nerves ablaze, leaving her breathless. Amidst the dancing figures and smooth song, Y/n couldn't help but imagine herself in Sarah's place, enveloped in the lingering sensation of Jareth's possessive regard.  

As she watched, a soft sigh escaped her parted lips, tinged with wistfulness. She pondered what it would be like to be looked upon with such desire in a crowded room, to be longed by someone you secretly desired, as you sought them out in the hopes of meeting their eyes again. She briefly fantasized about being in Sarah's place, feeling the electricity of Jareth's presence, drawing her closer every second.

Y/n's growing desires and anticipation danced amongst the sea of masked faces and whispered secrets. What would it feel like to be carefully handled the way Jareth did Sarah at that moment as she nearly lost herself in his eyes? She wondered this throughout the rest of the film, as the last scene with Jareth played on screen.

“Just fear me. Love me. Do as I say, and I will be your slave.”

A sickening sweet feeling aroused in the very heart of Y/n’s chest, causing her breath to abruptly become shallow as if it were her first time trying to breathe. Eyebrows furrowed and lips parted, she took in the lithe being presented on screen in front of her. Everything in her room surrounding her began to fall and fade away—all she could see was him. 

“Yes,” she subconsciously whispered, “say yes.”

“You have no power over me.” Sarah’s voice rang triumphantly, as the goblin king gave in, taking the form in his owl self once again.

As the film came to a close and the end credits started rolling, Y/n sank further into her pillows and covers. 

“I feel like there should’ve been more to the film,” she said to herself, “something’s missing. I’m not satisfied.”

D/n stirred in their sleep, not paying mind to a work y/n just said. The girl sighed, seizing the remote once more to watch something different.

That was until the door flew open and her moments of peace were shattered once again by the sharpness of m/n’s tone.

“Why didn’t you help me with dinner,”  she questioned, “let alone, make dinner?”

“It’s too late for dinner,” Y/n replied, “plus I’m not hungry.”

“So, you disregard everyone else in the house after you ate two servings of lasagna?”

“I guess so.” Y/n deadpanned, refusing to fuel the fire with the rebuttal about the lasagna being enough for one person. 

“Unbelievable,”  M/n huffed, putting her hands on her hips and looking around the room, “your room’s a mess.”

“Okay.” Y/n replied dismissively.

“No, I’m being serious, Y/n. You’re going to have a roommate in college and I sure hope you two get along through all this mess.” Her mother turned on the lights abruptly, waking up d/n and irritating Y/n. 

“Mom, what the heck,” Y/n fumed, getting out of her bed, and rushing to the wall to turn off the lights, the room went dark once again, “It’s eleven o’clock!”

“I expect you to get up tomorrow and clean this room,”  m/n declared, walking to the food frame, “I’m going to bed, and I want you to think about ways you can use your time more productively.”

Before y/n could fire back, M/n was already gone, shutting the lights of her room off. 

The eighteen-year-old girl couldn't catch a break even before bedtime. M/n, while not overly strict, had this unspoken rule that Y/n should just think like her. It led to endless clashes between them, leaving Y/n feeling weighed down.

Talking to friends helped a bit, but the constant disagreements with M/n still felt like a heavy burden on Y/n's chest. Trying to find common ground with someone who seemed to see the world differently was tough, and Y/n knew there was little to do about it.

"It'll all be over in a few months," Y/n told herself while she returned to her bed, submerging into the covers once more, turning off the television, and falling into a deep sleep, searching for peace of mind.

It was well into the morning when Y/n woke up to the sound of a mourning dove, the clock just nearing 10:45 am. She knew her mother was already awake, perhaps reading a book and having breakfast in her room. She planned to say good morning to her later.

D/n, who was once at the foot of her bed, was now propped up, wagging their tail in excitement to see Y/n, who smiled as she melted into the dog’s soft and loving gaze as she ruffled their fur. 

Y/n decided that this morning she would clean up her room and place all the unnecessary things in a giveaway bag. She immediately went downstairs, grabbed a garbage bag and a glass of water, and rushed back upstairs to get to work in her considerably well-kept room.

She wasn’t doing this because she wanted to; she was doing this so she wouldn’t be greeted by a nagging mother.

D/n remained on the bed, peering over at Y/n curiously as she continued. Y/n opened the cabinet of her desk and began rummaging through items she’d touched in recent months, setting aside everything except for one particular item. Tucked away at the back of the stacks of read novels and old workbooks rested a pristine bin.

She tossed the workbooks aside, intending to dispose of them, and placed the novels on top of her desk next to her computer, calendar, and another smaller stack of books. She then reached for the bin she hadn’t seen in over a few years. It was a simple clear plastic bin with a turquoise lid.

As she eagerly lifted the lid, a rush of nostalgia engulfed her senses. Beneath the lid lay a jumble of crumpled lined papers adorned with intricate drawings, stacked on top of older notebooks, comics, and mangas, which in turn rested upon other well-loved books from her middle school days. It was a veritable treasure trove of memories that Y/n found impossible to resist. Without hesitation, she reached for the first item on top - a character sheet.

Growing up, Y/n's love for storytelling and creativity knew no bounds. She had especially displayed a remarkable talent for crafting complex characters and their elaborate backstories. While progressing in her budding artistic skills, her true passion lay in building and immersing herself in fantastical worlds. She was engrossed in the worlds of anime, mangas, and fiction which surpassed the typical interests of children her age. Her mind was a treasure trove of knowledge, brimming with insights into various fandoms, literary works, and both contemporary and classic fantasy films.

“No way!” she chuckled, flipping through a notebook full of her drawings of characters she’d seen in anime along with anime characters she'd made up. Each page was adorned with meticulous side notes containing non-canon theories, potential romantic head-canons, and intricately woven backstories that she had crafted from her boundless imagination.

As Y/n spent the next twenty minutes soaring down memory lane, she felt a sinking in her chest, leaving her feeling empty and yearning for that same sense of creativity to ignite within her once again.

She continued sifting through the pile of memories until she reached the bottom, where she found a black velvet notebook with plain white pages. Upon picking it up, she discovered that it was empty. Feeling a bit disappointed, she placed all the objects back into the bin, carefully arranging them in the small compartment.

As she did so, she recalled the various stories she had created in the past - witches, vampires, fairies, and superheroes. She especially missed the sense of accomplishment she felt upon completing each small project, as well as the innocent crushes developed on fictional characters from specific scenes and fan fiction.

Y/n missed how she didn't have a care in the world between what was real and what was fake.

She got up and ascended the stairs once more with the garbage bin at hand and placed it at the bottom of the back door. She figured that once her father came back he’d drive it over to the Salvation Army warehouse. She walked into the kitchen welcomed by the blaring sound of the blender her mom was using to make a smoothie. 

M/n stopped the blender and poured some of the smoothie into a glass cup, handing it to Y/n with a “Good morning sweetie.”

“Good morning, Mom,” Y/n replied, taking a small sip of the berry enriched smoothie, “how did you sleep?”

“Oh, I slept fine,” M/n replied, unplugging the blender and setting it aside on the kitchen’s white valley granite countertop, “the bed feels empty without your dad in it.”

“I’m sure.” Y/n agreed leaning against the counter and taking another sip.

“Did you sleep alright?” M/n asked.

Y/n nodded.

“Good,” M/n noted, about to sip her smoothie once more; she then stopped, “Where’s D/n?”

“Upstairs,” Y/n replied.

“You should always take your dog out for a walk in the morning.” M/n inputted, setting her smoothie down.

“I know, but she was asleep and I was cleaning my room and disposing of things I didn’t need.”

“So, you were up this entire time and didn’t bother to walk your dog or make us any breakfast?”

Y/n studied her mother’s furrowed expression, not sure of what to say.

“Your room would have waited, Y/n. You need to start—”

“Mom, I don’t wanna hear it, it’s too early.” Y/n interrupted, feeling her boiling blood course through her veins.

M/n disregarded her daughter's advances, “It’s nearly noon, Y/n and we’ve barely eaten. I need you to start thinking and be able to multitask and take the initiative. What you’re doing right now won’t get you far in your career.”

Y/n had heard M/n repeat this thousands of times, using as many things to say back in previous times, Y/n was now worn out. 

“Whatever.” She uttered making her way to the kitchen’s exit.

“Excuse me?” M/n’s tone was sharper now.

“Nothing, Mom.”

“Y/n, I tell you these things so you can become more mature. The behavior has gotten too far. You’re eighteen years old and it’s ridiculous the way you act at such a grown age. I constantly have to repeat myself—”

“Then don’t,” Y/n argued.

“Then give me a reason not to,” M/n fired back, “I’ve never seen your age treat her mother the way you do and act selfishly and dismissively.”

Y/n sighed, “This is so unnecessary. All of this over breakfast.”

“You belittle everything, Y/n. Grow up.”

“You can relax now.”

“Grow up.”

“Telling me to grow up won’t do anything.” 

“What I’m saying, sweetie is that you–”

“Okay, mom. I get it. I’ll do better.” Y/n surrendered, not wanting to ignite the flame any further. She was already getting a sickening feeling in her stomach.

She exited the kitchen and rushed up the stairs and back into her room, shutting the door behind her. She set her smoothie down on her desk and paced her room feeling a lump forming in her throat. 

“It’s like she always has to start a problem no matter what I do!” She hiccuped feeling her eyes sting with tears. 

“Can’t she just let me live for once, God, for fucking once!” 

Tears streamed down her face, hanging at her chin, she looked outside at the clear blue sky with the sun well overhead.

“Y/n! Walk your dog!” Her mother yelled from downstairs.

“Okay!” Y/n’s seething voice cracked, “shut up.” she muttered sniffling.

“Now!”

“Give me a minute!”

More tears started spilling down Y/n’s face. She sobbed and hiccuped quietly, continuing to look out her window, which was only a few feet away. Her heart was aching, and her throat was twisted in a knot of sorrow; her chest heaved with exhaustion. She started to cry harder after she attempted to swallow her tears; she knew M/n was going to notice her tear-stricken face. 

Y/n grabbed her phone and trudged over to her bed and plopped down on her back, sighing in defeat. She figured that before she walked D/n she would at least distract herself from the pang of sorrow that knocked at her chest. 

She opened her web browser and typed in “labyrinth 1986,” and thousands of search results appeared, including links to websites, articles, videos, and even books and comics.

The girl's eyes widened in disbelief as she clicked on the first image that showed the same book with a striking red cover that Sarah had been carrying at the park.

“No way, there’s an official novelization of the labyrinth,” she gasped as she further searched. To her surprise, there were comics and mangas as well.

The pain Y/n was feeling suddenly subsided, replaced by a sense of wonder and excitement as she eagerly read through the summaries and reviews for each comic, book, and archived piece available.

“Finally back in print and for the first time in hardcover is the novelization of LABYRINTH written by A.C.H. Smith and personally overseen by Jim Henson. This is the first in a series of novels from the Jim Henson Archives.”

“Labyrinth: Coronation is a 12-issue comic book series written by Simon Spurrier and illustrated by Daniel Bayliss, published by Archaia from 2018 to 2019. It is a prequel to the 1986 film Labyrinth that takes place in 18th-century Venice and tells the story of how Jareth became the Goblin King.”

“You’re lying” Y/n muttered, enticed by the various series of books presented before her, she clicked on the official novelization first, seeing that it was available in her local bookstore for $30, seeing that there was only one in stock, she made a reservation to pick it up today on her walk with D/n.

“I have to have it.” She said putting in her online payment, which had been successfully authorized. 

Thank you for your purchase! The book you have requested will be available within 20 minutes. You have two days to pick it up.

“Oh, shit I gotta go.” Y/n gasped frantically getting out of her bed. She rushed to her closet and grabbed a pair of gray sweats and a simple scoop navy blue cami top, throwing on white socks. She grabbed her mini purse with her wallet inside and made her way down the stairs, D/n  followed.

“I’m going to the library, D/n is coming with me,” Y/n said as she passed the living room where M/n sat on her computer. 

“Okay. Take the car of course.” M/n replied in deep concentration on whatever was on screen. 

Y/n unlatched the garage door, the sound of its metal creaking filling the air as she stepped inside. She slipped on her comfortable slides and made her way to her car, with D/n following closely behind her. The afternoon sun poured into the garage as she settled into the driver's seat, and D/n took their place in the passenger seat. Y/n rolled down the windows, feeling the warm summer breeze on her skin as she carefully reversed out of the garage and onto the driveway.

She made her way down Nordstin Street, making a right onto Seems Street, she marveled at the vibrant activity around her, knowing that the lakefront was only a couple of streets away. It was nearly one o’clock, and the streets were alive with the energy of people going about their day.

It didn't take long before Y/n reached the library. Finding a snug parking spot near the entrance.

She turned to D/n, letting all the windows up, leaving the passenger’s side slightly cracked.

“I’ll be right back, the window will be cracked for you,” she said leaning in and giving her sweet dog a peck on the nose.

She quickly exited the car and walked up to the library and opened the dark wooden doors, where she paid no attention to her surroundings as she marched straight to the front desk, which was occupied by a lady cashier. They greeted each other warmly.

“My name is Y/n L/n and I purchased Jim Henson’s Labyrinth today.” She spoke clearly. 

As the lady behind the counter heard Y/n's request, she paused, her fingers dancing across the keyboard as she searched for the book. With a few swift clicks to confirm the order, she leaned down and carefully retrieved the treasure Y/n had sought. The rich, crimson book with the elegant golden title "Labyrinth" embossed on its cover was presented before the younger girl, its allure captivating her gaze.

“You’re all set Miss L/n, have a good day!” She chirped sweetly. 

“You too!” Y/n returned as she made her way to the front door, her heart hammering in her chest in anticipation as she made her way back to the car. Luckily, there was a park just across the street from the library.

Y/n opened the car door and let D/n out, the leash making a jingling sound as the dog shook its fur. Y/n shut the door and grabbed hold of the leash, holding the book in another hand and the two made their way to Gillson Park.

Gillson Park was one of the more popular parks in Evansville because it was known for its stunning natural landscapes that are cherished by both locals and visitors alike. Characterized by lush greenery, serene ponds reflecting the sky, and winding walking trails on steep hills. Tall trees provide a cool respite from the summer sun, while colorful blossoms add vibrancy to the surroundings. Many may describe it as a meadow away from the bustling suburban life. 

Y/n found a nice bench by an open field, letting D/n’s leash to wander about the grass and flowers. She propped herself so that she was lying across the bench comfortably, her elbow resting on the arms of the bench. She opened the first page and began to embark on her reading journey.

“Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the Goblin City, to take back the child you have stolen.” She read aloud, attempting to capture the determination in Sarah’s voice, she chuckled to herself.   

“For my will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom as great…”

An Owl glided over the sky unnoticed as it emerged amongst Gillson Park. A creature of pure elegance in the backdrop of the midday scenery. His plumage, a pristine canvas of a bold white, seems to shimmer with an otherworldly luminescence, catching the last rays of the afternoon sun like a cascade of fire woven into feathers. He settled on a branch of the tree that was hovered over Y/n, as she continued to focus on the compelling words in the book. 

His large, dark eyes were fixed on her as she sat with rapt concentration. Her lips were slightly parted and her eyes moved swiftly across the crisp, white pages. Her hands were holding the book motionless on the crimson red cover as if she was hesitant to disturb the stillness of the moment.

The Owl’s trance was interrupted by the barking of D/n, his heart shaped head turned to the direction of the galloping dog making its way to Y/n, who looked up from her book, set it on her lap, and petted D/n softly.

“This is a good book so far, D/n,” she said with a smile, “I appreciate its detail.” she leaned down and ruffled the dog’s fur, smothering her pet with the love and affection they deserved. 

Unbeknownst to them, the owl had been silently observing Y/n's every move from the highest branch of the nearby tree. Y/n shut the book and got up from the bench to grab D/n's leash. As Y/n closed the book and rose from the bench, the owl maintained its vigilant watch, its piercing eyes following their every step. Y/n secured D/n's leash, and the two began their stroll back towards the library's parking lot, the owl gracefully gliding from tree to tree, never losing sight of them.

Once both were in the car, the owl perched on the concrete edge of the library's roof, its keen gaze fixed on the departing car as it merged into the occupied street. 

Only when the car disappeared from view did the owl spread its feathered wings and take to the sky again, disappearing into the horizon.

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Arcana Brainrot: Blog Rules, Masterlists, Playlist, & Requests Guidelines

Come chat on the Discord server!

Current MC ask game

BLOG RULES:

My inbox is always open for anybody to share their thoughts or ideas! This blog is largely archival now, though, so prompts will likely not get written.

I don't think it needs to be said but hate isn't welcome here. Of any kind.

Please also keep in mind that this blog is PG-13, so whatever comments you make on it will likely be seen by minors. I take their safety seriously, so if there's anything grossly X rated in the comments (I don't see why there should be) I will delete it. If you continue to comment things like that you will be blocked :)

With my older brother rant out of the way, please enjoy the results of me trying to cope with a truly Vesuvian obsession :D

MASTERLISTS: oldest to newest, I'll do my best to update as I post.

All quotes for Arcana characters sent in have this tag: #arcana brainrot quote collection

Because of the link limit for posts, you can find the masterlist for all full headcanons below:

The Arcana HCs : Brainrot's Masterlist

The Arcana HCs : Brainrot's Masterlist, Pt 2

And here is the masterlist for all my mini-prompts, answered ask arcana style:

The Arcana Mini-HCs: Brainrot's Masterlist

The Arcana Mini-HCs: Brainrot’s Masterlist, Pt 2

The Arcana Mini-HCs: Brainrot's Masterlist, Pt 3

The Arcana Mini-HCs: Brainrot's Masterlist, Pt 4

The Arcana Mini-HCs: Brainrot's Masterlist, Pt 5

The Arcana Mini-HCs: Brainrot's Masterlist, Pt 6

A masterlist for drabbles, with an explanation at the top for how they work!

The Arcana Drabbles: Explanation and Masterlist

The Arcana Drabbles: Masterlist, Pt 2

All the recipes posted by the originals devs from the Arcana universe, with pictures of my own creation attempts and descriptions of how it went!

The Arcana Food

Worldbuilding/character analysis essays ^.^ (not a comprehensive list atm, unfortunately)

The Arcana Essays: Brainrot's Masterlist

Finally got around to fleshing out my self-insert enough to make him a proper MC/ OC!

Bainrot's self-insert MC (Drue)

Vesuviella: my first fanfic. don't get your hopes up (updated sporadically)

Summary: Julian decided to write his own version of Cinderella to be performed in the Community Theatre, and then recruited MC to help him cast the rest of the M6 in the leading roles. Chaos ensues. (There is no determined love interest, MC is friends with the M6 and M6 are all thirsty for MC.)

Vesuviella: All Parts

Arcana Brainrot Playlist: a compilation of all character song suggestions in one Spotify playlist, kept up to date!

Arcana Brainrot Playlist (Spotify)

Arcana Brainrot Playlist (YouTube)

REQUEST GUIDELINES - NO LONGER TAKING REQUESTS

Generally, I pick from what's in my asks and write what sparks inspiration. If there's an idea you'd really like to see written, you're welcome to message me directly about it! ^.^

I don't write about toxic/abusive relationships or dynamics between MC and the M6 (I get the appeal, I'm not judging, but it's not for me)

I don't write for M6 x M6 ships - side character ships are on the table, though!

All of my work is PG-13. (yes to romantic/sensual themes and references to painful experiences, no to explicit matter or glorified violence/pain/death/toxicity)

I'm willing to do research for topics I'm not familiar with, but there are plenty of things I can't write about just because I haven't lived it and I know an hour of research wouldn't be enough to be accurate (and respecting other people's experiences is important)

I am unfortunately very familiar with what it's like to have trauma/mental illnesses. That said, while I'm very happy to explore how that impacts MC and their relationships, there are some prompts I may take a very long time to do or just not write at all because they would mess me up

In general, keeping the prompt relatively short (a sentence to a paragraph) helps me organize them better! The same goes for asks sent with a visible blog - if I have questions, I can reach out to you for more details! ^.^

Both my asks and messages are open because I love hearing from new people! If you abuse that you will be blocked :)

All of the above points have reasons for them, and are therefore subject to change. If you have an idea that you'd really like to see and you're not sure about, just message me! I can either tell you why I can't do it or I can make an exception depending on the case

RELEVANT FANDOM HAPPENINGS

(I don't do drama on my page, but these are some posts that provide transparency and accountability for some of the things I've been caught up in)

To the Arcana Fandom, From Brainrot

An update on Rai/Kip

[loverslockets]

guess who's back from their semi-hiatus and looking for long term writing partners (21+) on discord? that's right, it's-a-me (26, she/they, gmt). my activity can be sporadic as i get overwhelmed easily, but i'll often be around to chat ooc and send random head canons or inspo. i like making pinterest boards and playlists in order to keep my muse as high as possible and simply because it's fun. at the moment i prefer m/m & f/f ships, but in some cases i'm open to f/m as well. besides that i'm also interested in exploring familial and platonic relationships, and am a big fan of world-building and turning a plot into a mumu. nsfw is encouraged, but i prefer fading to black because i can't help but cringe at the smut i write. i use tupperbox and like a combination of text messages & threads.

under the cut are a few plot ideas. message me if any of these speak to you or like this post and i'll come to you! <3

two farm hands helping out at the same farm over the summer (or any other season). bonus points if they’re both awful at identifying and expressing their emotions.

the aftermath of two friends/frenemies getting married in vegas on a drunken whim. do they spend the days days that follow trying to piece together what happened that night or are they trying their best to forget? are they going to try to make it work or are they doing everything in their power to annul the marriage?

text-driven long distance relationship/flirtationship.

two (best) friends who live together but act like an old married couple. either they’re both oblivious to the romantic tension between them, OR one of them has been pining after their friend for ages while the other is too unaware (or in denial) to notice.

guess whose challengers brainrot has persisted throughout the entirety of 2024? mine! give me a muse vicariously living through their partner's career, an injured athlete turned sports journalists who becomes obsessed with a professional, tennis rivals-to-lovers or any plot vaguely based off this movie pls.

drew starkey and harris dickinson (thanks variety’s actors on actors!) as estranged (half-)siblings reuniting under unexpected circumstances and unintentionally wreaking havoc on each other's lives.

[justanoval]

Life Updates

Hey Tumblr gang!

If you've noticed I've been active less on platforms like Patreon, Twitch, Discord, and even a little less frequent with my YouTube uploads, this post will address that.

The biggest reason is that I simply do not have enough energy to delegate anymore. With my health issues progressing, I've been slowly losing my energy to give out to different areas, and I've had to decrease my focus.

My main focuses are now animations, music, merchandise, and Creeper County.

That's the jist. If you want more specifics, you can keep reading further.

Twitch

I really really struggle to have any energy for streaming. I can't keep up the hype and I feel like I am not doing anything by just being live. I want to have the freedom to do other things whenever I want, and I don't want to feel like I am being judged with every creative decision I make. A few decisions of mine revolving around how I built my audience is what lead me here, so while there's ways I can see myself coming back to Twitch, I just don't have the energy for it at the moment.

Discord

Discord was my biggest strategy to help grow my Twitch channel--and it worked fantastically. But now that I'm inactive on Twitch, I've decided to delegate the energy used on Discord for something else.

I don't expect myself to like, delete my Discord, but it's just something I am fine with being there primarily for announcements right now.

I'm focusing more on creating a smaller, more intimate community with Creeper County. This is what I've always wanted in building a community.

Patreon

I've made an announcement there already if you're interested in reading. The jist is that it isn't a reliable income source for me to dedicate that much time to it. It's just going to sorta stay as a donation platform for the time being. Not that that's bad (it's what most people tend to do), but I think it's still reasonable for me to make clear.

YouTube

I wouldn't say I'm too inactive here, I just don't upload as often. It's like, as opposed to once every 4-7 days, it's once every 7-10 days maybe now.

Big reason here is, of course the energy, but also I'm just exploring many different art forms right now. Had a dip in motivation with main channel animations and needed to figure out why. For the most part, I have figured out why, but there's still some direction I need to find.

Though you can look forward to a shrimp miku video coming soon.

Postmortem in Nuuspace

This isn't one I have really been inactive in, since I never promised an activity level. But still figured I can address that I am planning out a much larger story that will be based in this universe, which is why my current writing rhythm will be quite sporadic.

Not to say this will ever be finished, or published, or whatever (it might idk), but it's just what I am doing.

I know I didn't have to make this post, but it gives me some closure! I didn't want to leave anyone in the dark, and this way I know that I haven't (unless people don't read this, but that ain't on me).

In the future, I honestly expect that most of my energy will come down to video game development. It's like, all of these little things I am doing will just point towards one massive thing. And given my experience with Godot engine, making music, writing, 3d art, pixel art, animation... you see where this is going.

So, stay tuned.

[cosmicallybound]

good evening darlings, && happy new year's eve! this year has been a bit of a whirlwind, but i thank each && every one of you for your presence on my dash && in my life. i've had hyeon / this blog for so long that i don't even remember my blog anniversary anymore lol. but, even though 2024 is ending, i wanted to give my thanks && love && i look forward to interacting with all of you in 2025.

@espelharr : i gotta start off with like, my main pookie. cosmic, light of my life . . . i adore the absolute hell out of you. thank you for being one of my main hoes (lovingly) && for sticking with me even when my brain wants to be a bitch. i cannot even begin to explain how your company, both on && off tumblr, has been one of the biggest highlights of my time here. i am always so happy to see you online && active. i cannot wait to see what 2025 brings, && how the babes continue to shoot themselves in the foot around each other.

@attroxx : salem, i know you are currently on break until the new year, but i could never make one of these without you. your presence on my dash is always a gift, && i thank you for being around for so long, that you are truly one of the ogs now. i cannot wait to continue interacting with you && seeing where the wind takes us.

@bulletshot : nana, you absolutely beautiful person you. i kith you on the mouth so hard. though we haven't been mutuals forever, i always look forward to seeing you on my dash. your writing && presence is such a fucking delight to see, && i am so happy to call you a friend.

@goldenfists : joo, my absolute darling. i know we've been moots for a while at this point, but i am so fuckin happy that we've really started to interact a lot this year. you are a blessing to have in my life, && i absolutely want to game && spend time with you outside of tumblr. anyways, i love the pookies together, && i am absolute heart-eyes @ you.

@vulpesse : bun, i know we are more like ships passing in the night at times, but you are one of the ogs at this point, && i could not imagine my dash without you. your presence, warmth, && talent warm my cold, gremlin heart && i watch lovingly from my dash @ everything you do. here is hoping that we get more chances to interact in 2025.

@lronwilled : shep, you absolute cutie you. i know we've only really started to interact in the last few months, but you have become such a mainstay in my life that i could not imagine you not being there. anyways, you are so talented && big-brained && have the biggest di heart. i smooch you on the forehead && offer my love to thee.

@ilbound : maverick, i know you took a break && we haven't interacted a ton in a while, but i missed you!! your presence && writing was missed, && i am glad to see that you are back. your mental health && well-being is always the most important, but i am glad to have you back. i look forward to interacting a ton && throwing the babes at each other.

@deadn30n : alex, the pookie that returned from war when we needed them most. i am smooching you so hard rn. you are an absolute gem, && i promise that my brain has just hated me these past few weeks, i will absolutely be getting to those replies soon. anyways, you are amazing && i adore thee. thank you for being in my life uwu.

my other pookies, i adore you all so much. thank you for putting up with my bullshit && your continuous support. i am making a few new year's resolutions && plan on abiding by them bc i need more change in my life. one of those resolutions is to be more of a constant presence here. my activity has been sporadic these year, for a multitude of reasons. but never doubt that i adore each && every one of you. thank you for an amazing 2024, && here is to hoping that 2025 is even better.

as always, my discord is available to my moots. @ lunaria_0, for those that would like to add me / chat outside of tungler~!

[rubistella]

MUN MONDAY: GETTING TO KNOW YOU!

Respond to the following prompts out of character, then tag others you'd like to get to know a little bit better!

ROLEPLAYER NAME: Milky! Though my gamer pals insist on calling me "Chrollo" because that’s my go-to in video games. ROLEPLAYER PRONOUNS: She/They. MUSE(S) NAME: Astarion Ancunin, the one, the only, the fabulous! 🌟 PREFERRED COMMUNICATION: IMs or Discord. Though let’s be honest, “preferred” might be a strong word. I try to keep up 💪🏻 (which is not to say I’m any good at it). EXPERIENCE: Roughly 16 years of literate/written RP experience and a bit longer mucking about with LARP and tabletop RPGs. I officially started larping/tabletops when I was 9! I’m 30 now, so do the maths. My buddies quit the LARPing/Tabletop scene when they moved on to other hobbies, so I started written rp because of it. 💔 PREFERRED ROLEPLAY TYPE: I don’t do short. I don’t even know what short is. Multi-para is my minimum wage, and apparently, @fiendishfinesse has dubbed me a “biblical roleplayer” as opposed to “novella roleplayer”. There’s no going back from this.🧍🏻‍♂️ PET PEEVES & DEALBREAKERS: Assuming my character's reactions or trying to script them without asking. Look, if your muse wants to throw Astarion around like a ragdoll, go for it. But if you think he’s going to sympathise with your character, or want to drink from your character just because your BG3 run made him “nice”, then we’re gonna have to have a chat about your expectations and godmodding. 🧓🏻 PLOTS OR MEMES: Plots are the express train to my attention span, whereas memes... well, memes are at the mercy of my sporadic “ask reply sprees.” These sprees occur roughly as often as lunar eclipses and with a similar air of chaos. If patience is your virtue, then sure, send memes! I’ll get to them eventually. LONG REPLIES OR SHORT REPLIES: Give me long replies or give me death. Toss me those sprawling epics, or odysseys if you will, and I’ll love you forever. BEST TIME TO WRITE: Either immediately after waking up, fuelled by caffeine, or at unholy hours of the night when my sleep schedule has waved its last white flag. ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSES: NO LOL The more different they are, the better I write them. I like my characters as far removed from my actual personality as humanly possible... that’s just how I thrive. Go figure?

yoinked this from @dvilsdesire ❣️ yoink it from me.

[beatcroc]

Hey so like.

For some ungodly reason I have decided that here, now, in 2024, I should play and experience sonic the hedgehog 2006. Would anyone be interested in watching me do this.

To be clear I am speaking specifically in the sense of coming to hang out on voice in a discord stream to keep me company, because there is absolutely no way I am getting through this game on my own otherwise.

There is also absolutely not going to be a set schedule for it and it'll just be whenever I feel like picking it up, which... will probably pretty often be around like 4am US eastern time but also will vary pretty wildly because I work night/pseudo- graveyard shift and my sleep schedule surrounding that is a nightmare. Could be like 10am. Could be 2 in the afternoon. Could be modnight. You never know. I do not want a BIG audience but I feel like with such sporadic stream times there probably will only ever be a few people around at once anyway lmao.

It'll be a couple months before I start probably; figuring out how to emulate this is what I am deciding will be my first venture when my new big good computer comes in so it's gonna be a bit before I get anything set up or functional. But yknow. Anyway say hey if you're interested, I'm only very loosely feeling things out here but we'll see how it goes :toot:

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Beautiful Disaster (5)

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↳ 5 | Ocean's Apart

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x f!Reader

going out on a date with gojo

words: 4.6k

cw: vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, rough sex, semi-public sex, spit kink, light choking, praise kink

an: drama starts next chapter and pretty much stays until the end 🤭

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Satoru’s outside the dorm building waiting for you to finish getting ready for your date.

You’d be lying if you said during the week you weren’t curious if the two of you were still going out this weekend or not with how you so unceremoniously left his bedroom last weekend.

He did make it a point to speak with you several times over the week, usually when leaving the classes you have together.

Early Friday morning, he texted saying you should wear something comfortable with a swimsuit underneath and that he’d be around “mid afternoon” on Saturday, which is why you’re just now getting ready.

It doesn’t take long for you to put your hair up before throwing on a two piece swimsuit with a simple dress on over it before walking out the door.

Satoru’s leaning on the passenger door of a white car with a cigarette between his fingers, it sits low to the ground, the rims shine with a light blue.

Satoru’s probably the most beautiful human you’ve ever seen, you decide, with his snow white hair shining in the afternoon sun, razor sharp jaw feathering as he looks out into the distance waiting for you to appear. His high cheekbones are on full display with soft white skin gleaming.

When Satoru turns, he gives a mischievous smirk before tossing his cigarette to the ground and stomping on it, “hey baby, you look great.”

Satoru’s dressed just as casually, a soft white fitted tee with swim trunks on. They’re a mixture of black, blues and purples, resembling space with several cubes that have eyes scattered around them sporadically.

“You say that every time you see me,” you’re rolling your eyes wishing you could see his beautiful crystalline orbs but he has them hidden behind his little round sunglasses that he wears all the time.

“I mean it every time,” he replies easily before opening the door for you, letting you slip into the passenger seat of his car.

The interior is more luxurious than anticipated, all black leather seats, it smells like him and to be enveloped in his scent is causing a tingle to run down the center of your spine so you shift, closing your legs a little tighter before thanking him.

He chuckles with a never ending grin before closing the door and making his way to sit next to you, starting the car - it’s completely silent.

Satoru likes to drive a little too fast, you notice on the way to wherever you’re going.

You’d asked several times, only to be met with him grinning, saying it’s a surprise. Your only hint being the swim outfits and a black backpack sitting in the backseat of his car.

Being with him in the car, alone in this proximity it’s impossible not to smile - his presence fills the space so easily it would almost be suffocating if he wasn’t returning the same saccharine smile you have plastered on your face.

When you bite your lip and look away he takes the opportunity to lace his fingers through yours for a few seconds, just long for you to take the time to see just how large his hands really are compared to yours before he takes it back, shifting gears to pass the person in front of him.

Over the last week you decided to take things in stride, give him a real chance despite the things you heard and seen from him.

After all, it’s just a date and doesn’t have to be more than that. Besides, it is long past time you live in the moment, enjoy the opportunity that’s presented itself.

He’s reckless, carefree but the fact that he’s driving well over the speed limit doesn’t bother you as much as initially anticipated.

In this space, filled with him, his cologne and the way he’s looking at you from the corner of his eye, you know he won’t let anything happen to you.

It takes longer than expected to drive from the outskirts of Tokyo where the campus is located to the otherside that he’s brought you to.

He’s parked in a small parking lot that looks like it hasn’t been kept in years. The concrete is cracked and the parking space lines have long since faded, overgrown grass and brush surround the lot where the concrete ends.

“We won’t be able to stay too long,” Satoru says after opening your door and grabbing the back pack from the backseat.

You bite your lip and nod at his vagueness as he slings the backpack over his shoulder, lacing his fingers through yours to lead you to a staircase hidden between several overgrown bushes.

When you emerge from the other side, you’re absolutely stunned by the sight before your eyes - truly a surprise.

If someone had asked what you anticipated by going out with Gojo Satoru, this is not what you would have expected in the least.

It’s a small, secluded part of the beach that looks as if nobody has come to this portion in a long, long time.

A literal hidden gem of white, untouched sand, beautiful cerulean blue water along the horizon with small rolling waves playfully crashing into one another.

There are several large rocks the water is bouncing off separating this part of the beach from the rest, someone would have to circle around the boulders in order to make their way to this side, or know about the hidden stairs, making it a perfect secluded location.

While you busy yourself with removing your shoes and stripping from your dress, eager to dip your toes in the water, Satoru lays out a large towel over the sand, near two oddly pristine surfboards that are the only thing out of place.

Hesitantly, you dip your toe in the water only for it to feel heavenly, cool and refreshing before wading slightly further, to your knees.

The day is beautiful, it’s not too hot and the temperature of the water feels great with the late afternoon sun shining down.

It’s peaceful here, away from other people. 

The type of place where you can sit for hours and lose yourself in thoughts while watching the horizon of deep blue sway and ripple each time the wind blows rustling the leaves of the nearby trees and bushes.

Satoru comes up from behind, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and resting his chin on the top of your head. You knew he was tall, lanky, but it’s just made so much more clear just how much taller he is like this.

“Thanks for bringing me here, I love it,” you murmur, letting out a relaxed sigh while wrapping your hands around his wrist, leaning into his touch.

“This isn’t the date,” he chuckles gently, “well, not all of it at least.”

Satoru inhales deeply, his chest rising and falling against your back before releasing his arms from your shoulders. You jolt when you feel a cold, wet liquid touch your back only to quickly realize he’s putting sunblock on you.

With each pass of his nimble fingers over the bare skin of your shoulders, chest and stomach your body thrums with electricity and you’re thankful you’re facing away from him, so he can’t see how hard you’re squeezing your thighs together, trying to quell the heat quickly developing in your core.

Satoru asks you to put some on him and you’re quick to take him up on the offer, letting your hands slide over his back and shoulders, feeling each dip and curve of his sinewy muscles with soft, teasing touches.

You follow suit, teasing him the same way he did you by pressing your soft breasts to his harder back, hands running up and down his abdominals, feeling the way they constrict when you dip a finger in the waistband of his trunks, making you giggle.

He laughs quietly while walking away for a moment, coming back with the two surfboards that were in the sand earlier, flashing his smile and you notice he took off his little sunglasses in the process, fractals of light gleaming in his eyes, “we’re gonna surf for a bit.”

“Uhm, I don’t know how to do that,” he ignores you, patting the surfboard for you to get on and you look away to the beach, chuckling nervously, “shouldn’t I try this on land or something first… saw that in a movie once.”

“I’m going to teach you.”

“And aren’t there cuffs that go around your leg, shouldn’t I put that on?”

He laughs, walks over to you in the water and puts his hands on either side of the board, leaning in far too close. You don’t move away, lips parting even though you didn’t mean them to with his proximity.

“You’ll be fine. I’ve got you.”

Satoru takes his time, explaining how to pop up on the board when a wave comes, demonstrating only once before leaving you to your own devices.

Luckily, the waves are small, and you’re far enough away from any dangerous rocks and in shallow enough water that you’re not worried about anything happening with him around.

He’s a good teacher, albeit a bit untraditional in his ways. And he looks great in the water, white hair and blue eyes shining in the golden hour rays.

Each time you fall off the board and into the ocean, he’s quick to bring you back to the surface, holding onto your waist to help you back onto the board, holding your hand through several smaller waves so you can get the hang of the balance required in the rickety waters.

Satoru is touchy. Really touchy, but you don’t mind the way he squeezes your hips a little tighter before he lets go, threads his fingers between yours occasionally.

After what seems like an eternity, you finally make it through a small wave on your own, Satoru having let go of your hand just before the wave hit, leaving you to your own devices.

“Oh my god, I did it!” You’re excited, laughing at your own small accomplishment, taking him by surprise by jumping into his arms and knocking the two of you back into the water.

You’re both laughing, loudly, when you re-emerge from the water and he sets you down on the board, his eyes flickering between yours and your lips, a large hand coming to rest at the base of your neck, thumb caressing your jaw.

Your hands are on his broad chest and shoulders, feeling his lithe muscles while the air between the two of you becomes incredibly thick.

His other hand trails up and down the length of your spine slowly, leaving goosebumps in his wake and a fire between your legs that hasn’t ceased since the moment you saw him.

“Are you gonna kiss me?” You ask hesitantly as the wind blows causing the water below to rustle and splash over your legs.

“Maybe if you say please,” he whispers, lips ghosting yours as he threads his hand through your hair at the scalp angling your face so he can place a teasing kiss just below your ear causing you to gasp.

Wrapping your arms around his neck and tugging him closer, you please, “Satoru, please.” 

He groans audibly as soon as your lips connect in a ravenous kiss, one he’s been holding back since the moment he saw you walk out of the dorm to his car.

You said to make this day worthwhile, to show his interest and he’s doing just that with the way his tongue is melding with yours.

Satoru tastes sweet and like spearmint all at the same time, mixed with the saltiness of the ocean, but you don’t mind as long as he keeps pulling you in closer and closer to him. You’re more in his arms than on the surfboard at this point, feeling his hardened length press into your center.

You sigh into him, holding his face a little too lovingly while playfully tugging on each other's lips before he pulls away, eyes dark and filled with lust.

“Come on,” his voice is thick with lust before clearing it, “we’re gonna be late for the next part.”

Satoru picks you up out of the water causing you to yelp and then giggle as you throw your arm over his shoulder while he carries you back onto the beach. Once he sets you down, he grabs towels for the two of you and sits down, legs spread with the towel over his shoulders to dry off.

You watch for a moment, biting your lip, debating on what you want.

Today is today and tomorrow is another day. It doesn’t have to be more than this, so you nudge his knees out a little wider with your foot, sitting between his legs.

You feel the chuckle through his chest as you scoot back into him and he easily slips his hands around your waist, putting his head on your shoulder.

You’re content like this, letting out a heavy sigh before muttering, “fuck, this is gorgeous,” at the serene ocean, soft waves skimming the top of the water.

“Yes, it is,” but he’s looking at you.

He massages your sides lightly while you lean your head back on his shoulder, relaxed, content. The lower he goes, on your hips and thighs, the closer you shift closer to him gasping lightly when his hands move to your inner thighs, opening them so easily for him.

Satoru teases for a while, running his hands up and down the length of your inner thigh slowly, chuckling each time you squirm under his touch.

There’s a fire burning in the pit of your stomach, one that’s been building from the moment you saw him and you desperately need him to extinguish it, but anytime he gets close to where you need him most, he’s moving his hands back down and away.

After seemingly a lifetime, he moves your swimsuit bottoms to the side groaning into your temple when he slides a finger through your folds, feeling just how wet you are.

Satoru wastes no time in encircling your clit until your legs are trembling, chest heaving up and down on the brink of ecstasy, moaning so soft and pretty right into his ear.

And then he just stops.

A loud whine leaves your lips as you move your hips, begging for more stimulation to find your release as you knit your brows together and look at him as if he’s just betrayed you.

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he murmurs, helping adjust your hips so he can slip a finger past your entrance.

Satoru easily finds your g-spot, as if he remembers exactly where it is, despite drunkenly fumbling around the last time the two of you were together.

“Are you always this wet?” He whispers, hot breath tickling your earlobe before nipping it gently a few times.

“Just -ah- sensitive,” you say as he effortlessly slips another finger in due to the unreal wetness at the apex of your thighs.

Satoru adjusts so the palm of his hand is against your clit, letting your rut your hips against it for more stimulation.

“You like this? Out in the open, where anyone can walk in on us?” You gasp at his words, clenching around his fingers, even if you didn’t mean to, “fuck you do. Oh, you’re filthy.”

His cock is rock hard, pressed against your back feeling each time it twitches when you moan into his ear.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” He asks when he feels you’re on the brink of release, muscles clenching and twitching each time his thick fingers pass the spot that makes you see stars.

“Mm, fuck yeeees.”

Satoru snakes the hand that’s been around your waist up to your neck, squeezing at the base just enough to apply pressure and heighten your senses.

That’s all it takes for your release to crash through you like a tidal wave, eyes rolling to the back of your head and gushing obscenely as you buck your hips up to meet each thrust of his hand.

You’re kissing him, lazily and sloppily as you come down from your high, sucking a few small starbursts onto his jaw and throat while he deftly pulls your breasts out of your top, pinching your nipples harder than anticipated causing you to whimper at the feeling, igniting you all over again.

Satoru is skilled with hands, his large thick fingers, making you cum over and over again, cooing you through each release, kissing your temple sweetly each time he brings you to the edge of release.

A soft breeze rolls through while you’re trying to take several deep breaths, tits rising and falling in the golden rays of the sun. He turns your head so you’re looking at him, eyes half lidded with lust, pupils dilated more than you’d ever seen them.

Satoru takes a deep breath, thumb stroking the smooth column of your throat, giving a salacious grin, all teeth, so beautiful before spitting in your mouth.

“Good girl,” he mumbles as you moan and swallow without having to be told before sticking his slick covered fingers in your mouth.

You choke and gag a little while rolling your tongue over his long, thick digits as best you can. He holds you a little tighter, humming with satisfaction before removing them from your mouth a pop, sticking them into his own.

“Taste so good,” your skin flushes with embarrassment at his obscene remarks as you sit up to straddle his legs, lazily grinding your hips into his, hissing at the overstimulation but not wanting your time together to end.

The wind is calming, cooling on your sweaty skin as he watches you release his hard cock from the confines of his swim trunks.

And he’s so much bigger than you thought, unable to really get a visual the last time the two of you were together in his darkened room.

His cock is long, hard but not overly thick and already leaking precum from the slit. Of course the most beautiful person you’ve ever laid eyes on would have the prettiest dick. The angry red tip easily matches the blush across his cheeks, down to the top of his shoulders.

The two of you sit like this for several minutes, listening to the sounds of the ocean and seagulls flying by overhead.

You can also faintly make out the sound of cars passing by but you’re too focused on the way Satoru kisses down your neck and shoulders to care.

You yelp and then giggle when Satoru swiftly moves you to your elbows in front of him, hands smoothly trailing along your shoulders and sides, squeezing and smacking your ass before tugging down your swimsuit bottoms to reveal your glistening pussy.

“You’re dripping,” he murmurs while quickly rifling through his bag, slipping on a condom in record time.

Satoru has one hand on your hip helping keep you in place as he glides his cock up and down your slippery folds a few times before becoming too impatient, pushing the tip of his cock past your entrance.

“Oh my god,” your back is arching, mouth agape as he fully seats himself inside, “Saotru, you’re so big.”

He groans at your admission, placing his large palm between your shoulders and pushing you down so your ass is up higher, pushing your legs out further with his knees.

In this position, he’s able to get deeper than before, keeping his hips flush with your ass before pulling all the way out and slamming back in before he’s even given you time to adjust to him, in rough, fast, snaps of his hips.

“I wanna hear you, baby,” Satoru says between breaths as you bite back the loud moans threatening to escape your lips as he fucks into you with reckless abandon.

Satoru quickly grabs one of your arms pulling it back so you’re holding onto his waist, grip tight on your bicep as he uses his others to grab firmly into the roots of your hair, forcing your head up to look at the beautiful ocean view.

“You’re so good… doing so good for me.”

There’s a growing feeling at the pit of your stomach, constant shockwaves of electricity causing pools of warmth between your thighs as you move your hips in time with Satoru’s, meeting his every thrust.

They way you squeeze him, like you’re so desperate for him to make you cum on his cock has his toes curling and he knows he’s not going to be able to last much longer.

Not like this; out in the open, anyone able to come by and catch the two of you, making it that much more exciting. Or with the way you’re calling out his name, body gyrating as he continues to vigorously pound into you.

Satoru’s abs ripple in time with his breaths, clenching with each thrust, until he knows he’s no longer able to hold back, body quickly eclipsing yours as he leans over you, sucking several marks onto your shoulders while encircling your clit.

It’s the last straw for you, a tsunami of pleasure coursing through your veins as your soft walls spasms around him just as tight as he remembers.

“Oh fuck- I’m gonna-” he moans, burying his face in the crook of your neck, thrusting raggedly until his release floods the condom, finding himself wishing there was no barrier between the two of you.

Satoru moves his hips slowly, kissing around your shoulders and back as the two of you are brought back to reality and he pulls out slowly with a wince, leaning back on the balls of his feet, helping you lean back into him.

His body is solid behind you, chests heaving, breaths falling unevenly. He helps adjust your bathing suit, getting your top and bottoms back in place before readjusting himself.

While Satoru busies himself with stuffing the towels and other items into his backpack, you decide to make your way back into the water. Your skin is still hot, sweaty and flushed so stepping into the cool water feels incredibly refreshing against your skin.

It doesn’t take long for Satoru to join, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder, “we’re definitely going to be late for dinner.”

“Mm.” You hum before turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck, “why don’t we just eat somewhere around here.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I’d like to try some local places anyway since we’re already over here.” Satoru looks between your eyes as you give him a small smile, running your nails through his undercut before he snakes a hand into your hair before pressing his lips to yours, tugging playfully on your lower lip.

“Ta-da!” You exclaim excitedly.

“What is that supposed to be?” Satoru questions, laughing when you reveal the drawing you finished on a napkin.

The two of you eventually made your way out of the water and walked a few blocks until you found a small hole in the wall ramen shop. It’s quaint and cozy, with dim lighting, hardly anyone around other than the two of you and the staff.

Conversation comes easily to the both of you, laughing and keeping it light. Satoru’s still touchy, even in public, keeping a hand on your thigh or around your shoulders as you wait for your food to arrive.

“Obviously it’s a panda, the school mascot!”

Satoru chuckles before kissing your temple, “that’s a gorilla.”

“Clearly it’s a panda because of the black and white spots,” you pout.

“Not a panda, babe.”

“Fine,” you’re exasperated, narrowing your eyes at Satoru before handing him a clean napkin and the pen, “you draw something.”

Satoru snickers to himself as he removes his hand from your shoulder to cover the napkin.

“Really?” You look at him trying to fight a smile when he reveals his drawing, “a small child could draw that.”

“Okay, but it’s intricate. See all the swoops,” he teases as he shows you his infinity symbol.

The two of you smile and laugh through dinner, trying each other's food and joking, keeping everything light with soft kisses mixed in between.

Honestly, the day has been better than you could have anticipated and more fun than expected, but reality begins to set in after you make your way back from the restroom to find Satoru on his phone, replying to his likely many missed messages while out with you.

It’s like a punch in the gut thinking he planned something special for you and then a few hours later he’s back on his phone most likely making plans to do this same exact thing with someone else.

You take your seat next to him but avoid looking at his phone, not wanting to accidentally confirm your suspicions about what he’s doing. It would suck, even though you know he’s well within his right.

It’s just a date. Nothing more, nothing less. It doesn’t have to mean anything even if it sucks and it hurts more than it should.

Satoru senses the shift in your mood, watching the way you avoid looking over at him, shoulders slumped slightly but waiting patiently.

He sighs, before putting his phone back in his pocket, grabbing your chin, turning your attention back to him before kissing you sweetly once. 

You let out a small chuckle, the corner of your lips tugging up, “come on. It’s getting late, we should head back.”

You relax a little on the car ride back easing into Satoru’s touch when he laces his fingers with yours, watching the way he seamlessly shifts gears, studying his side profile. High cheekbones and perfectly slanted nose, porcelain skin that seems to shine just as bright in the night sky as the daylight.

Beautiful. Too beautiful and he knows it.

“So… uh,” you’re scratching your eyebrow, unsure of how to really have this conversation - thoughts that have been heavy in the back of your mind that you tried to ignore until sitting in Satoru’s car on the way back, “I had a great time, thank you. For planning this today.”

He turns to face you, a wide smile spread across his face before tenderly grabbing your jaw and placing his soft lips against yours, “yeah, I did too.”

“Fuck, this is awkward,” you say quietly, chuckling nervously and his smile faulters a little, “so where does this leave us?”

Satoru searches your face for a moment, looking between your eyes before replying, “well… I’d like to keep seeing you.”

“Along with other people?”

“I mean, yeah.” He answers honestly before sighing, “Iook, you’re new here and I don’t want to take that experience away from you. I’m sure you want to go out, meet other people. We can just hook up, see each other casually until you find someone you wanna date.”

You look away from his gaze. Your heart hurts in a way that it shouldn’t from someone you barely know, someone you’ve only been on one date with.

On top of that, there’s a feeling of stupidity for letting him make you feel special about the day he had planned, about letting him bury his cock ten inches deep in you once again, even though you knew it was going to end this way.

Even if you didn’t care to admit it at the time, it doesn’t stop the sting of rejection you’re feeling now.

Sure, neither of you owe each other anything, and he is right, there’s no tangible reason why you can’t see each other casually. It’s just not something you’re into, not your style.

Especially after having been cheated on.

You nod and purse your lips looking away from his gaze, it’s far more intense than what you can handle right now during this conversation. He watches you, tucking a few loose strands of hair behind your ear.

“Is that the answer you give everyone who’s interested in dating?”

He furrows his brows, “what do you mean?”

“Why not just say you don’t want commitment rather than stringing people along?”

“I’m not-”

“Okay,” you interrupt before taking a deep breath, you’re annoyed and worked up, more than you really should be, “look, I’m not interested in having to schedule around other women to spend time with someone I like.”

“I really like hanging out with you,” Satoru says but you can tell he’s aware this conversation isn’t going how he thought, how he knows he’s not going to get more than what it’s been.

“I liked hanging out with you too, but… that’s not what I want. This isn’t something I think we’re going to see eye to eye on.”

Satoru rolls his eyes and clicks his tongue before sitting back in his seat, face stern as he stares out the windshield, “yeah, guess not.”

You don’t say anything as you get out of the car and walk to the steps of the dorm, watching him drive off once you’re safely by the front door, but you do hope you can still be friends.

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