#ya lit rpg

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Writeblr Interview Tag!

Thanks so much for the tag, @sableglass!

Short stories, novels, or poems?

Novels all the way. I've tried my hand at short stories, and they always end up being novellas or straight up novels by the time I'm done with them. May as well stick with what my little brain clearly desires!

What genre do you prefer reading?

Mysteries (cozy or otherwise), horror (especially zombie fiction or apocalypse fiction, yes please), fantasy (especially cozy, I love cozy fantasy so much, have you read Legends and Lattes?), and romance.

Are you a planner or a write as I go kind of person?

I'm a little of both! I'll generally have a plan in my head at the very least, if not a brief outline written down somewhere, but when I actually sit down to write, my writing tends to veer off wherever it wants and do its own thing (for example, FUCKING CHUCK). As long as it makes sense, I tend to just let it go wherever it wants lol

What music do you listen to while writing?

Surprisingly, I don't listen to much music while writing. I'll daydream to it, absolutely, but I mostly just throw on some Markiplier or an old debate that I've heard ten thousand times and write to that. It's more about the background noise than the actual content, y'know?

But when I DO listen to music, I drift toward lofi or mood music compilations on youtube. The kind that DMs play during their DnD sessions. Love those so much, they really help keep me locked in a single mood, which I absolutely need when I'm writing a scene.

Favorite books/movies?

Oh god. Lord of the Rings (including the Hobbit don't @ me). Train to Busan (or any Korean zombie movies/shows, really). Some Disney and Pixar - Big Hero 6, Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs, Emperor's New Groove, etc. The Strain is one of my favorite TV shows - I also love Cutthroat Kitchen above all else, a bunch of different anime, and Dance Moms (yes I know it's toxic and yes I am ashamed of myself for enjoying it. I pity the kids but I rage at the moms.)

As for books, my favorites are the Beechwood Harbor Mystery series, The Luminous Dead, Thief Liar Lady, All Systems Red, Legends and Lattes, A Wizard's Guide to Defensive Baking, anything Holly Black, Suffer the Children, Contagion, Luck in the Shadows, Assistant to the Villain, Dead of Night, and Surviving the Evacuation!

Any current WIPs?

Oh gosh. I'm bopping between From Carnival to Chamomile, a prequel to a cozy mystery series, and Dauntless, a zombie apocalypse trilogy, right now. Sometimes I'll work on Priestess Without Honor, a paranormal low-fantasy romance, and Chosen Against My Will, a dark mafia romance. I also have zer0 ALPHA, a lit-rpg isekai zombie apocalypse novel, but I haven't touched that in years and have only recently rediscovered my notes for it.

If someone were to make a cartoon out of you what would your standard outfit be?

I wear the same thing every day, surprisingly. That's the autism for ya. I love jeans and a T-shirt, especially if that T-shirt has a picture from an anime or show or something like that. Printed shirts, I think they're called. Oh, and mismatched socks. That's me.

Create a character description of yourself: 

Too tall for her own good and unwanted curves for days. Bobbed dark-blue hair with steel gray eyes. Too busy writing or gaming to really notice what's going on. Expect a text back within seconds of receiving it - she reads faster than most people expect and tends to read every text twice just to give it that safety buffer. If there isn't a snack and a drink nearby, call the police.

Do you like incorporating actual people you know into your writing?

Hehehehe maybe. But not exactly in a good way. I'm very much the kind of person who will put someone I dislike into my book just so they can get the justice they won't get in the real world, even over something as minor as pronouncing my name wrong on purpose (I'm looking at you, Keiara).

Are you kill happy with your characters?

I want to say yes because I kill off characters constantly, but when it comes to my main OCs, no. I can't bring myself to kill them at all. I go out of my way to create characters for death (like FUCKING CHUCK) rather than put my favorites in the line of fire. I think that's a problem I need to work on.

Coffee or Tea while writing?

coffeecoffeecoffeecoffee

but I do love tea, especially in the fall. In the fall, I tend to drift toward tea and apple cider rather than coffee.

But otherwise? Coffeeeeeee

Slow or fast writer?

Fast writer when I actually sit down to write! Slow writer when I'm procrastinating. I've been working on Dauntless for...thirteen years? Twelve?

Where/who/what do you draw inspiration from?

I get inspiration from EVERYTHING. Dreams. Books. Movies. Something dumb my partner says offhandedly.

If you were in a fantasy world, what would you be?

I absolutely want to be something cool, like a shadow mage. But I'm probably a little gremlin that hides in the edges of the woods and steals your socks. Mmmm socks.

Most fav book cliche:

Enemies to lovers! Especially when one person is smitten at firstt sight and doesn't realize it.

Least favorite cliche:

Friendship is magic. Don't get me wrong, I'm fine with powerful friendships being front and center, but when the big bad is literally destroyed because fRiEnDsHiP I gag a little bit. I also hate undeserved happy endings - make the ending make sense. If it's a sad or horror book, sometimes the ending needs to be bad. And finally, forced romance. No. No thank you. Some stories don't need romance.

Favorite scene to write?

Descriptions! Am I good at them? No. Will I spend three pages describing a tree? Maybe.

Also conversations. I tend to do a lot of conversations and monologues in my writing. Need to work on that.

Reason for writing?

If I don't write down the ideas in my head, I will explode.

TAGLIST: @falconfate - @space-writes - @leahnardo-da-veggie - @i-can-even-burn-salad - anyone who wants to take part!

[diogenescynic2288]

Gender Stuff and Hobbies

In fifth or sixth grade I was interested in the Babysitter's Club novel advertised in the monthly Scholastic Books advertisement catalog pamphlet thing. The description of the plot sounded like something that would be amusing to see on a sitcom. A girl classmate saw me circle it and teased me for being a boy that wanted to read a girl book. Also, my parents didn't end up ordering that one.

I don't have the experience some trans women have of: "I was always more into pink and dresses and Barbie than blue and trousers and GI Joe". I'm kind of neutral on colors*, I haven't tried wearing a dress yet, and I enjoyed playing with my GI Joe, He-Man, Thundercats, and Transformers action figures as a child.

I also did enjoy watching the GI Joe and He-Man and similar boys' action figure advertisement cartoon shows but the selection of things to watch was narrow enough that I also liked My Little Pony and Care Bears and She-Ra Princess of Power, which I think were more for the girls' marketing demographic.

I did own one She-Ra action figure that may have been a thrift store or garage sale find.

Somewhere I found out that one of the enjoyable things to read, for me, is books in the intersection of chick-lit and YA marketing demographics segments. Things like The Princess Diaries. Or everything Ally Carter writes.

Somewhere else I spent time on the internet and started learning that gender is a spectrum and that things like nonbinary and genderqueer identities exist, and had some realizations.

Recently I picked up the first of the graphic novel adaptations of the Babysitters' Club books and enjoyed reading it.

Most recently I had a good paycheck and felt like disposing of my disposable income in some specific ways I picked up the core rulebook for the Transformers RPG and another Babysitters' Club graphic novel, which seems to be second in the series: The Truth about Stacey.

I took that picture when I had both books with me. I finished reading the graphic novel in one long sitting at a restaurant. I'm still working on the Transformers. I'm about a hundred pages in, which is around a third of the way.

I was thinking of just posting that picture and a short text caption like "Enby's reading list", but it felt too reductive, and even though I am an enby and that is my reading list it sounded in my head too close to old people claiming schools have to put in cat boxes for catgender students. Don't ask me why.

*I do wear a bit more pink now as a deliberate FU to gender norms. In fact, I think when I get dressed and go out today I will wear my pink t-shirt with Wonder Woman circled by a rainbow.

Thank you to @thewizardofsass of enduring an early draft of this.

[soupywrites]

As a follow-up to the previous ask: Geno finds out that he turns into a mermaid when he touches water and turns back into a doll when he's dry. How would that go for him?

Part one for anyone who missed it:

Seaside Gone Sideways: Swimming Lessons

The following morning, Geno convinced Peach that checking out the beach again would be a wise idea.

“What if something else is there, or someone came looking for the pearls?” He had asked. That was enough for Peach; mainly, seeing Geno so pressed over it made her feel bad for him.

She brought it up with the rest of the group, and Peach has always had such a way with words that it made it hard for them to say anything but “yes.” They began their walk to the beach in the afternoon after having breakfast.

“Ya know, star boy,” Bowser started, digging in the sand. “While we’re here, you might as well learn how to swim.” He started laughing. “Unless you’re too afraid you’ll float away!”

“Haha, you’re so funny.” Geno rolled his eyes at the king. However, staring into the water, he felt almost a sort of longing.

“Maybe we should teach you!” Peach came up behind the pair. “It’s a useful skill to have, and who knows how much longer you’ll have to use it.”

Ouch, Geno thought. He didn’t like to remember that, one day, he was going to have to go back up and work with the rest of the stars. But I should I least know how to swim before I go, he decided.

“You know what? Good plan, Peach.” Geno nodded in agreement and then smirked, knowing what was about to happen.

“Hey!” Bowser roared. “It was MY idea!”

“Oh well, star bits, star pieces, it’s all the same.”

Mallow and Mario sat a few yards away in the sand, and Geno thought he heard Mario laughing.

—————————————————————————

Peach waded into the water, and called out to Geno.

“See?” She asked. “Nothing to worry about!”

Geno wasn’t convinced. If there was one thing he was worried about, it really was floating away. Wood and water do not mix.

He slowly walked towards her and already could feel himself getting lifted up by the gentle waves. Geno began to feel lightheaded, but he chalked it up to nerves. However, once he noticed he could no longer feel his bottom half, he began to panic and stood still where he was, bobbing up and down with the flow of the sea. Peach had already made her way next to the star, and a look of concern washed over her face.

“Oh, for Goomba’s sake!” Geno turned his head to where Bowser was standing and yelling on the shore. “Not this again!”

“Geno,” Peach said, getting his attention. She waited for him to look at her. “You can’t panic, okay? That’s the number one rule of swimming.”

But by now Geno had already noticed the glow coming from the water, and he began to do the opposite of what the princess had instructed him to do.

“Unless you know how to swim with a tail, I think it’s time to start panicking!” He struggled now in keeping himself afloat.

“This is so weird,” Peach muttered. They stood, or rather floated, in the water for quite some time as the gears turned in the princess’s head. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, her face lit up.

“I have an idea,” she said. She helped drag Geno back onto the sand and laid him down. Mario and Mallow had made their way to the rest of the group, and Mallow wore the same worried expression as the day before. Mario handed Peach a towel from where they were sitting.

“Perhaps the curse—“ Peach took the towel and began drying off Geno’s tail, “—is based on whether or not you get wet. I think I read something like this in a book once,” she trailed off.

“Oh yeah? Like what? The little toadmaid?” Bowser noticed the looks he got from the group, but he chose to continue anyway. “There is no way in all of the galaxy that this is going—“ He was interrupted by the same glowing, and he stood silently when the tail was, yet again, replaced with two wooden doll legs.

“You were saying?” Mallow giggled. “Geno, you’re a real-life merman now! New superpowers!”

“I do-a have to say,” Mario started. “This-a could be very beneficial if-a we learned how to use it.” He scratched the back of his head in thought.

“Haha, yeah, no,” Geno said, still shaken from his back and forth transforming. “I would like to never do that again.”

“Aw, that’s lame!” Bowser smirked. “I thought you were cooler than that, puppet.”

Geno sighed. “I’m just really tired now, okay? Maybe tomorrow we can try this all again.”

“Yeah, Bowser. Don’t pressure Geno into doing anything he doesn’t want to,” the princess said. They all agreed to hold off on going to the beach for a while.

—————————————————————————

Peach taught Geno how to swim every day she could, and every day he got a little bit closer to success. It wasn’t exactly ideal; he could no longer just sit in a pool of water or stand in the rain without his cloak. But it was still something new, and besides, he’d never get to do something like this on the Star Road.

[two-of-them-tournament]

PRELIMINARY ROUNDS

Questions? Comments? Concerns? Read this first!

DAY ONE Movies Children's Literature Music(als) Tabletop RPGs (Actual Play) LEGO Disney Gacha Games

DAY TWO Literature Comics Superhero Comics My Little Pony YA Lit Undertale/Deltarune Nintendo

DAY THREE Podcasts It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia TV Part 1, Part 2 Webseries Video Games Part 1, Part 2 Humanities Due South

DAY FOUR Anime/Manga Part 1, Part 2 Shakespeare Visual Novels Star Trek Star Wars Tolkien Cartoons Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

DAY FIVE Animated Sitcoms Guys Being Dudes Prestige Television Puppets Warner Bros. Webcomics Miscellaneous

FINAL

[stevenoaks]

Just a post, and some VRchat thoughts

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[yakultstrawberrygreentea]

I was about to walk out of a smoke shop but the owners stopped me and asked if I needed help. I couldn’t find a dang bong I liked that was small enough. Then this dude just pulls out this cute and simple bong. Dude just knew what I wanted. I asked the price and it was stupid cheap. Yes it was literally 3x the same of my current hardware but I love simple bongs. Fuck all that tacky colorful shit. I want my bong to fit my room aesthetic so well that you don’t even notice it. The guy offered to wrap it for me and I’m like “don’t worry about it I’m going to use it now”. He gave me the biggest shocked face. It’s a rainy day, ya girl is in pain, and I have new weed. It’s going to be lit. And it was! The new batch I got helped with my body pains and kept me focused enough to not feel like time was slipping away from me. I spent too much time playing the latest yakuza installment but man did I deserve it. I literally smoked a bowl, threw on my EarPods and cleaned then played games. It was nice to vibe to the rain and really sit down with a video game. I haven’t gamed for a while besides Pokemon Go and I feel like I needed another rpg or adventure game to decompress. The yakuza game is phenomenal. It is incredibly fun and I am pouring as much hours into this game as I can.

[roserefrain]

here is the video game list and here is the ttrpg list! some are free, some are more expensive (nothing above $25), some are more well known, and some are more obscure! under the cut I’ll highlight a few of my favs from each and why I love them. (it got. Long)

for video games!

my biggest and most underrated picks for the video games folder are halope, lucah born of a dream, retrace, and the testimony of trixie glimmer smith.

halope- an rpg maker game where you play as an angel ! I’m being pandered to! it’s pwyw, and it’s not very long. it affected me a great deal, and I can’t say too much without spoiling stuff. just give it a shot and trust me.

lucah born of a dream- recently got a permanent price drop to $10! a hack and slash with a style like nothing else, and a story that completely made me rethink Art when they released part of it as a demo. look at the screenshots, if you like the art style, you’ll probably love it. if it seems like too much eye strain, maybe pass. (if you like it, it has a brand spanking new sequel!)

retrace- only $8! gay friend group gets in a Wacky Situation. read as: they keep fucking dying in a weird nightmare world. but the main character can rewind time and retain memories from previous runs. clearly inspired by zero escape, if that’s your jam you’ll love this.

the testimony of trixie glimmer smith- only $6! a series of horrible eldritch events happen at a university student mousegirl. it has a sanity system, but you have no way of seeing your own sanity level, meaning you get a lot of fun unreliable narrator stuff. has a sequel if you enjoy it, also has a game preceding it (sort of. it’s not required at all, but it’s free and short!)

for ttrpgs!

my biggest picks for the ttrpgs folder are yazeba’s bed and breakfast, songbirds 3e, dolls of theseus, time to drop, and heaven has no taste

yazeba’s bed and breakfast- one of the more expensive things at $25. a wonderful little slice of life ttrpg about the residents of a magical bed and breakfast, with 48 different “chapters” (essentially plot starters) to play through. it also allows you to change the b&b and the characters as you play in very interesting ways, and with so many chapters you have a lot of different tones to play with. also! mar julia did art for this game! the same mar julia who did the very first drawing of Florian and Aster! how bout that.

songbirds 3e- this is the big one. lit my Brain on fire. the pdf is free (note: download songbirds blue revised, not dungeon girls play test. that’s a different game that’s sharing its page) just. give it a look over. you’re a person who died but came back with strange powers, so now you go into the places that have died and come back strange. it juggles so many things so expertly, and it has something for everyone. it’s free, it’s a pdf to read, u have nothing to lose ! (I’m so normal about songbirds talk to me about songbirds I’ll be normal)

dolls of theseus- $5! you are combat automatons called dolls. each of your limbs has a trait, which you can swap out if you lose it and get a new one. discover who you are outside of a weapon, and who you’ll become as more and more of you is replaced.

time to drop- normally $8, but it’s only $4 as of posting this. I’ve got two words for ya bud. TIMELOOP. HEIST. I can’t sell it better than that. if you don’t think that sounds like a wonderful premise for a ttrpg you are wrong.

heaven has no taste- $10. you’re angels and demons who have abandoned heaven and hell in order to live and love on earth. I’m being pandered to !

“wow mar one or more of those sounds really cool but I do not have the money to try it out/don’t know if it’s for me!” some of these have community copies, which are free versions for those who can’t afford it currently. also, if it’s a ttrpg and u just wanna give it a quick look to see if it’s for you, I can send you some pages of it to get a vibe, or I can tell you a lot more about any of the games in either of the links.

would anyone perhaps be interested if i made some lists of itchio games i recommend (and probably ttrpgs as well)

[entiish]

Hi! I’m a different anon than you responded to, and I get absolutely everything that you’re saying about not everyone being good and moral because I have seen it over on Twitter, but idk how much of the rpg community writes for fandoms, but over here on the indie side there is so much writing for fandoms, and many of the fandoms that get a lot of traction are YA media like Legacies for example, or more recently House of the Dragon. And while a lot of people do seem to make their own icons, it’s wild to me seeing resources made like that for public use while also expecting writers to essentially not write the characters those faceclaims play, you know what I mean? and on an unrelated but similar note: people making resources from shows that feature darker content but saying people cant use them for the exact same content featured but i digress The dissonance is just funny over all to me, because while I absolutely agree whole heartedly that the people who are gross are gross, they’re not going to stop, and they’ll just go private with everything if they feel they need to to stop people from going after them.

hi, it's skye.       (related to this post)  hola friendo, and ty for the support. i have actually never rper outside of tumblr, so i have no clue what happens in twitter world. BUT, you're actually right on my train of thought yk? one of the things that is so hard to mitigate is the fandom love, i'm one of them straight up and down. i haven't dabbled in a straight fandom character (i have made OCs in the world though, or a rpg set in the world) in a long, long time. given i haven't dipped into that world in ages idk what its like on tumblr, i have been OC'ing it up for at least 5 years now. however i do agree that if you are making resources for underage actors in lead roles, read: ya lit and fandoms, medieval fandoms, high school ones too, it's absolutely wild to not allow someone to use them. there needs to be a clear standard that the content creators set out and i def think i have seen some people on HOD packs note that they ask that people not use the underage FC in taboo and nasty stuff, which can be difficult in that genre, but i know firsthand it is completely avoidable. if someone has a blanket rule for all their content, its kinda unfair to make a pack that goes against their statements and lowkey tantalise people in that way. i personally havent seen it, but i can sympathise with the frustration.

the fandom issue is super hard, because that blanket rule does technically include many of our favourites. i have a legion of characters i would love to play or play again, but the rules have made it a bit harder from what i can tell. i'd be curious how admins of these fandom rpgs handle it, i'm certain they're still out there. like... how could you leave hogwarts behind?? when it comes to the indie verse, i have also spent a few years there and actually came to love it. independent writers who make their own resources and the like have a lot more freedom, they are bound by their own rules and it's by those rules that people find mutuals and thread partners. from what i remember, its a system that worked and gave AMPLE room for fandom characters (i played canon characters from YA fandoms in the indie verse actually). again though, i haven't been back in that community so i can't speak on it now.

i think the general vibe, when it comes/came to fandoms, is that if it is a universe bound in young adult land (again, i'm thinking hogwarts as my example), there is room for movement because they are real characters in a real world and we just get to create a group fanfic lmao. if it were me and i was running a RPG in that world, i think i would model mine off the later years (senior? i think americans call it? the last two years) because it's more realistic for a 17 year old to experiencing their own maturity. we all did it. i do not condone using underage actors for smut, lbc, however first kisses and dates? these are acceptable moral issues to handle in that young adult fandom realm. but i would tackle it with great care and great planning, some people will try and push the boundaries sadly. someone with recent knowledge will have to lmk whats the deal 🙏🏾 but look genuinely i cant speak for the fandom side, i think i outgrew the desire to rp in the YA fandom in general, i love the worlds though but i don't vibe with characters that (for me) are a decade younger than myself.

i also agree that whoever is doing the Bad Shit will continue, its such a shitty fact of life, but i have to believe that if we manage to force them into a private space at least we won't be exposed to it and therefore avoid potentially triggering content coming across and impacting our mental health. i'm lucky enough to not have a visceral reaction to written content, but many many many ppl are not that fortunate. we just gotta work together when this happens, and if not, simply block and move on if nothing else. sometimes thats all we can do. protect ourselves and hopefully, each other.

LASTLY tho, by darker themed shows are you talking like... saw franchise? horror vibes? blood/gore? or like a sexual thriller? thats just where my mind goes to be honest. i'm probably missing something lmao so fill me in if so!! but i sincerely do not understand the concept of making a gifpack from a 'darker themed' show/movie and then... not allowing someone to portray darker or mature themes? isn't that kind of redundant? i made two gif packs from a martial arts action film and i wouldn't disallow people from portraying fighting/violence because... that was the genre i giffed? personally, i havent seen it happen, but i do believe you. of course 'darker themes' can obvs mean different things to everyone, everyone has their own boundaries and standards of belief, but like... don't make a gifpack of a Heavy Topic show/movie and then disallow people to utilise the pack, aesthetics or role it was of that actor. that seems hella silly on face value 🥴

[shurtugalpromo]

stars fall from the sky when his dragon was struck ; the roar had been ferocious enough that the mighty beor mountains had quaked and the deep cavern dwellers had seen the stalagmites tremble. the scorned did not emerge from his seclusion, and the herculean riders of the fierce dragons did not hold fear within their noble hearts, for they had vanquished all evil within the lands and had long grown arrogant. the diviner did not foresee the blood that would turn the emerald fields of illirea crimson, nor did she foretell that the skeletons of the dragons would litter the city of doru arabea. his disappearance was simply a disappearance ; not the event that would foretell the fall of the riders.

shurtugal is an inheritance cycle rpg set before the fall of the dragon riders and the events of the series. heavy inspiration will be drawn from the lore of the books while characters will be divergent from canon. it is an 18+, mature lsrpg that will be focused on plot drops, character deaths, and rpg events. shurtugal is currently seeking two admins to assist with running the still veiled main.

[prythian-hq]

Good Morning, Tumblr! It’s a bright and beautiful Saturday...the perfect day to send in an app for our rpg! We have a ton of characters available, both canon and original and me and the other mods should be around all day to answer any questions you might have/ approve apps!

[joonie-beanie]

The Demon Brothers + College AU + (Cliche?) First Meetings

So an anon sent me the above ask, and it may have gotten a little out of hand ;;;

I also kind of switched it up and made it college instead. Hopefully the meetings I came up with are still somewhat cliche! Or, at the very least, cute lol

Lucifer:

You’re running late for class on the first day of the semester and he holds the elevator door open for you when he sees the desperate look on your face, and how you’re making a dash for the closing doors.

“Thank you,” you breathe out as you try to get ahold of yourself, hoping that the tall, handsome male beside you doesn’t see or hear the way you’re struggling for air. (It’s 8am, okay? Your body isn’t ready to be running so early.)

“Which floor do you need?” he asks, smiling politely. You respond “four”, and he hums to himself while hitting the button.

When he doesn’t press a different button, you assume he’s heading to the same floor.

“Thanks, by the way,” you say, flashing him a small smile. “You really saved my ass.”

“No thanks needed,” he responds, gaze shifting to look at the small screen above the door. The second floor moves past with a quiet beep. Silence falls for a couple of seconds.

“May I ask what class you’re heading to?”

“Ah, it’s a psychology lab,” you respond, laughing to yourself after a beat. You pull your phone from your pocket, trying to find the screenshot you’d taken of your schedule. “I signed up for this one because Rate My Professor said the TA is hot.”

“Oh? Is that so?” You’re not paying attention, so you don’t see the smirk that tugs at his lips.

The next moment, the elevator stops and the two of you step out together. You exit first, flashing the male one last smile before you turn your attention to your phone, double checking the room number. Lucifer brushes past you without saying a word, and you don’t realize that you’re headed in the same direction until you glance up, and find him holding the classroom door open for you.

“After you,” he says, and while you’re confused, you dip your head in thanks and make your way in. Since you’re one of the last ones in the classroom, you get stuck sitting in the front row.

As you unpack your things, Lucifer steps to the head of the room and sets his computer bag down onto the desk.

“Good morning, class,” he says, his gaze shifting to you when you look up and see that it’s him who is speaking--a vibrant blush rising to your face as you recall what you’d told him in the elevator.

“My name is Lucifer, and I will be the TA for this lab.”

Mammon:

You’re in the large, open eating area at the campus student union when he bumps into you.

Instantly, the greasy, cheesy pizza on your tray jumps up and lands on the front of your shirt. You freeze in shock, wide eyes glancing down as the personal pizza slides down your chest before flopping back onto the tray.

“Oi, watch where you’re going,” a voice says behind you, and you slowly turn around to face the apparently dumbass man who doesn’t even have the sensibility to apologize to you.

Despite that fact that he sounds pompous, you can’t deny that his styled white hair, and pierced ears are kind of charming.

“You backed into me,” you tell him, attempting to keep your calm. You almost lose it when you see his eyes rake down to your chest, staring at the likely un-washable stain on the fabric. He stares much too long, and you’re just about to curse at him when he speaks up again.

“Uhhh...,” he raises a hand to sheepishly rub at his neck, and when you look closely, you see that a blush has spread across his face. “Y-ya know what, maybe it is my fault...can I, um, buy ya another pizza?”

You blink, surprised at the sudden turn around in his attitude.

“That would be nice,” you say honestly, and suddenly he’s smiling, hopping back into the pizza line, which is right beside where the two of you had collided.

“I-If ya want, I’ll lend you my jacket because of, ya know, your shirt,” he says, motioning to your obviously ruined top. You cock an eyebrow at him. 

“You’d give a stranger your jacket?”

 “Well...I’m kind of hoping that you’ll have lunch with me, and we won’t be strangers for long,” he mumbles, gaze shying away. “Or, ya know, that I can get your number at least.”

“You’re really pushing it,” you tell him with a laugh, and you can see his feathers ruffle. He’s obviously embarrassed at you calling out his flirting. “But...maybe we can eat lunch together. Since you’re paying.”

He blinks, shocked at your words, but soon breaks into a smile. Self-satisfied, he continues grinning stupidly even as the cashier calls him up. However, when he pulls out his wallet, swipes his card, and it comes back denied...

“Uhh...can you pay this time? I PROMISE I’ll pay you back.”

You sigh, and debate throttling him.

Levi:

You sit next to him in a lecture hall, and can’t help but notice that the background on his laptop is Sailor Moon. 

When you reach down to dig a notebook out of your bag, you also see the number of anime and video game pins decorating the front of his backpack.

While you don’t tend to talk to strangers, you can’t help but say something.

“Hey, um,” you start, catching his attention. He freezes, amber eyes shifting to look at you--wide with surprise. You smile, doing your best to come off as casual, and friendly. “I noticed all the pins on your backpack. Do you like anime? I started watching Demon Slayer the other week, and I’m in love with it.”

“I...you...,” his surprise shifts to wonder as he regards you. The slightest blush rises on his cheeks. “You watch anime???”

“Yeah,” you laugh. “Is that so weird?”

“N-no, I guess not,” he mumbles, his hands fiddling with the cuffs of his hoodie. You wonder if you’ve made a mistake by talking to him, since he seems so shy--

“Do you play video games too??” he breaks you out of your thoughts as he scoots forward, eyes sparkling. He’s whispering hurriedly, eyes briefly straying to glance at the time on his laptop. “I recently started playing Doki Doki Literature club, and it’s crazy. I love RPG games, and Indie games too--like IB, and Mad Father. Witches House is also good. Of course, I’ll give pretty much any video game a chance, but--”

At that moment, the professor steps up and addresses the class. Levi’s words cut off, and his blush deepens as he suddenly realizes that he’d gone on a mini fanboy rant. However, you just smile at him, hoping that you come off reassuring, and turn to your notebook.

During the lecture, you’re too busy taking notes to notice the way he sneaks glances your way. And when the class finally ends, and you move to repack your belongings, you look up to find him staring at you.

“Is something on your mind?” you ask him. 

“I...um...I-I was wondering if I could get your contact info. You know...f-for class stuff, and maybe, if..if you wanted to, we could also talk more about anime…?”

“Sure!” you say, and he blinks, apparently shocked by your willingness. The two of you proceed to exchange emails and phone numbers, and by the time you arrive at your next class 15 minutes later, 6 new text messages (about anime, video games, and the like) from Levi are lighting up your phone screen.

Satan:

He’s volunteering at the library when you approach him, desperate for help finding a textbook you need to scan for a class. You’ve looked everywhere, but still can’t find it.

“You do realize that this code is indicating that this textbook is online, right? Not physically in the library?” he asks you, a bit of amusement swimming in his eyes when he hands your phone back to you--the screen open to an email your professor had sent a few days before.

You feel heat rise on your cheeks. “Ah, nope. Did not realize...”

“It happens often, actually. I’m sorry for teasing, I shouldn’t have” he says, smiling at you. “If you want, you can come around the desk, and I’ll show you how to access the textbook online. That way, you won’t be confused next time.”

“Thank you,” you sigh, scooting your way around the desk. Satan pulls up a spare chair beside him, and your knee accidentally knocks against his as you take a seat. 

“Here, you just have to search for it in the library portal,” he says, and you attentively watch as he guides you through the online website. However, when he starts going off into a spiel on all of the other cool resources and books available to students online, your attention strays.

You notice the copy of Jane Eyre open on the desk beside the computer. 

“Are you reading a book that’s assigned in high school AP Lit?”

He blinks in confusion, but immediately goes on the defense when he notices where you’re looking.

“Hey, Jane Eyre is a classic. And the help desk is far too slow some days. I need something to keep me busy.”

“Hmm, I guess that’s fair,” you respond, smiling. You move to grab your bag--pressing to your feet. “I can’t blame you either, considering I actually enjoyed reading it once upon a time. The Great Gatsby was probably my next favorite.”

“Personally, out of all the high school literature, I enjoyed Fahrenheit 451,” he responds, grinning when he sees the disgruntled look on your face at hearing the name of the book.

“Really?? I still have no idea what it was about.”

He’s quiet for a moment. You turn to look at him, and find him regarding you with interest. 

Satan smiles.

“Can I buy you a coffee?”

Asmo:

Asmo is working a booth about safe sex in the student union when you approach, hoping to get free condoms (or maybe even donate to support the organization, considering it’s a good cause).

“Well, hello there, gorgeous,” he says, smiling at you as you survey the goodies and pamphlets laid out on the table. He comes off as a little flirty, but mostly friendly, and well intentioned. “Are you here to buy one of our prettily shaped chocolates?”

He motions to the cup full of vagina-shaped chocolates on a stick. Your eyebrows raise. Huh.

“Well, that’s not why I stopped, but I may need to buy one now,” you laugh, making him smile. Asmo leans forward onto his elbows, his eyes twinkling up at you.

“Are you here for the condoms then? If so, feel free to take a handful. We have a ton prepared. People on this campus fuck like bunnies, honestly.”

You laugh. “Oh? Well, good on you guys for protecting all of the precious, needy students.”

He nods sagely, moving to gather you a few of the wrapped condoms, along with some educational reading material. “Can’t have a bunch of students getting diseases, or pregnant. Sex should be fun and safe. Always! And if it’s not both, then find someone else to fuck.” 

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind,” you say, smiling as he hands you your free goodies. Your eyes stray back to the vagina chocolates. “How much for one of those?”

“5 dollars,” he says, reaching over to grab one. “Pricey, I know, but the money goes to a good cause.”

“I don’t doubt it,” you laugh, pulling a 5 from your wallet. The two of you exchange items, and you pocket the chocolate. You flash him one last smile, intending to walk away, but he pipes up before you get too far.

“By the way, we’re having a class on BDSM safety tonight~” You pause at his words, turning to face him, and he grins at the look of interest plain on your face. “In case you’re interested.”

“Are you...implying something?” you ask, posing a hand on your hip as you turn to face him. He cocks his head to the side innocently.

“I would never~ But you’ve left a good impression in the two minutes we’ve known each other, and I’m the one teaching the class, so~ I’d be thrilled to see you there.”

You raise an eyebrow, surprised, but amused as well. “Maybe I’ll see you tonight.”

With that, you turn on your heel and head to class. But you definitely end up attending the class that night.

Beel:

You meet during a 1-credit, weekend Yoga class. He puts his mat down next to yours, and you can’t help but stare at his biceps, and triceps, and...wow he’s really built.

Aside from that, though, he looks pretty concerned.

“Have you never done yoga before?” you ask him, smiling politely. Having caught his attention, he turns to look at you--the same adorable frown pulling at his lips.

“No...I like to work out, but I’ve never done yoga...I’m not very flexible.” You watch him as he demonstrations by sticking his legs out and trying to touch his toes. His fingertips only reach halfway down his calves.

“It’s okay!” you tell him. “I’m pretty new to yoga too! And this is just an intro course, so I wouldn’t worry. Most of the grade comes from knowing technical terms, and I’ve heard this instructor is really nice.”

At that, he finally smiles--relieved to hear you say so.

“I’m Beel, by the way,” he says.

“Y/N,” you respond, but before the two of you get the chance to talk more, the instructor arrives. You then spend the next few hours smiling to yourself as you watch Beel struggle to get into poses. Luckily, he doesn’t seem to mind that you’re getting humor out of his situation.

“Did you not eat today?” you ask him when lunch finally rolls around, flopping back against your mat. He shakes his head, rummaging around in his bag. You can hear his stomach growling.

“I had an extra large breakfast since I knew I would be burning calories, but I’m starving now…” He pulls an entire sub from his bag, and when you catch a peek at the inside, you realize that the entire backpack is stuffed with only food. Holy shit.

But...you suppose he does need to eat a lot, if he works out a lot.

“I’m gonna grab a soda, and I’ll be back,” you say quietly, assuming that you’ll be eating lunch together, since he’s already turning to face your mat. 

“Okay,” he says with a smile, and you smile back at him, excited to get to know him more. However, before you can even get a step away,  you’re tripping over your backpack

The world spins, and you hold your arms in front of you--expecting to eat shit--but you don’t meet the floor. Two arms curl beneath you and your body rolls--your ass landing between folded legs.

You blink in surprise, blushing when you glance up and find that it’s none other than Beel who is holding you. Concern is written on his face. He doesn’t seem the least bit concerned that you’re currently occupying his lap.

“Are you okay?” he asks, not moving to release you, and oh boy you think your heart may beat straight out of your chest.

Belphie:

You meet him in the library computer lab at 11:48pm, on the last day of finals.

You trudge into the computer lab, bordering on going blind. You’ve spent the last 6 hours writing out your term paper, and had felt pretty fucking proud when you’d finished with a whole 30 minutes to spare, but just as you’d gone to submit the paper online, your apartment wi-fi had cut out

Of course.

So, you pop a squat at one of the many computers--not even realizing that someone else is in the lab until you hear a quiet snore.

Immediately, you’re pausing, standing to glance around the room. A few computers down, sitting parallel to you, is a dark haired male, with his head down on the keyboard.

Honestly, you debate not waking him. He probably needs the rest, but as a fellow student, and considering it’s the last day of finals? You can’t just leave him be in good conscience.

“Hey, uh, dude?” you call out, glancing at him from over the row of computers. He doesn’t stir. “Heyyyy~ It’s almost midnight,” you say a bit louder. “I don’t know if you’re writing something, but you better submit it.”

Finally, he stirs.

“Aw, fuck,” you hear him grumble, and he lifts his head up--his tired gaze turning to look at you. He sighs. “Thanks. You probably just saved my ass.”

“No worries,” you respond, laughing a little. You sit back down in your seat, and put in your credentials....only for the computer to indicate that you’ve put in the wrong password.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” you say, deadpanning, and try another password. Then another, and another. None of them work, and you don’t have enough time left to change it.

“I’m gonna fucking jump off the roof,” you deadpan, holding your face in your hands. Belphie chuckles.

“Something wrong?”

“I guess I don’t know my computer password, so I can’t log in and submit my paper.” You say, glancing up. This time, it’s Belphie who is glancing over the row of monitors at you, eyebrow raised.

“You can come use mine. I just submitted my paper. Just log into the school site with your ID.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” you sigh, and Belphie scoots his chair over as you walk around the aisle to meet him. Again, he laughs.

“Eye for an eye.”

“That’s...you use that phrase with enemies,” you tell him, unable to help the smile that spreads across your face. He blinks, and then groans.

“Fuck, you’re right. I’m still asleep. Just...forget I said that.”

“Actually, I think I’ll remember it forever,” you respond, and he grins, his eyes shifting to look at the keyboard as you type out your password.

“Okay, OppaiLover69 exclamation point.”

You feel your cheeks heat up, and when you see the shit-eating look at his face, you debate throwing hands. He’s lucky he’s cute.

[indulge-that-sin]

A Social Experience

Characters: GN!MC, Leviathan, Asmodeus, Mammon

Wordcount: 1700

Tags: Fluff, Domestic, Bonding Activities, Humor

(No spoilers for latter lessons, but takes place fairly late in the game.)

***

"--a gross, shut-in otaku like me!" Levi finished, on the all too familiar note.

Usually by this point you would already be launching into reassurances that he certainly wasn't gross, and shouldn't talk about himself like that, but this time there was nothing but a silence that bounced off the walls, damning and louder than any words.

You reached into your bag of chips, removed a single potato chip, and ate it as you tilted your head in thought. Levi took your silence like a slap in the face, and recoiled, his face already wavering. The sound of your chewing was distressingly loud in contrast.

You finished chewing and swallowed. "I mean, is that even true anymore?" you asked after a nerve-wracking length of time.

Levi's expression twisted more into confusion than hurt. "Huh?!" 

"Don't you kind of lose your hikikomori credentials if you become popular and people start coming to spend time with you all the time?"

"That's not-- I'm not-- You don't count!" Levi sputtered.

"Oh, I don't count, huh," you repeated, putting a hand to your chest and dramatically feigning heartbreak.

Levi looked abashed now. "Th-that's not what I meant," he rushed to add.

"I know what you meant," you said. "Give it an hour."

Now Levi tilted fully into confusion.

"Give what an hour?"

"My point to be made," you said, and placed your D.D.D. onto the lip of the bathtub, out of your own reach. It was also clearly visible to Levi as you both sat on beanbags in front of his TV, next to the bath tub. "An hour," you repeated in a portentous video game narrator voice.

Levi scowled and picked up his controller again, turning back to his game. But his reactions were off, now. His character moved jerkily around the screen, doubling back and taking wrong turns on the 8-bit map as Levi's mood roiled with the strangeness of the conversation.

You continued eating your chips slowly, savoring the taste of the limited edition novelty flavor that Levi had generously acquired for you. He'd tried to pass it as a coincidence, but he didn't really know anyone else who unironically enjoyed the taste of cream and devilradish chips.

Not even half an hour passed before there was a knock on the door. Levi asked for the password on reflex. Surprisingly, from the other side of the door came a sigh, and then Asmo's melodious voice reciting the string of nerd trivia that Levi had set as a password for him ever since they became unlikely allies for the Bloody Moon competition.

"Come in, I guess," Levi replied, giving you a long look. Your D.D.D. was still on the edge of the bathtub, untouched as you sat there elbow-deep in greasy chips. You couldn't have called anyone over. And yet, was this what you expected to happen?

"Give it forty more minutes now," you said low.

Asmo fluttered into the room, like a passing breeze bringing in the smell of perfume. 

"Oh, there you are, darling, I was wondering where you were," he said, face lit up as he saw you.

He sat uninvited next to you in the beanbag, and you scooted over to make space for him. Levi would have complained, except moving to make room for Asmo meant you shuffled closer to Levi instead, so he ended up biting his tongue.

"What do you want?" Levi grit out.

"Must I want something?" Asmo asked, "Is it not enough that I give my adorable brother the opportunity to entertain me?"

"He's bored," you translated.

"I'm soooo bored," Asmo whined, his shoulders rolling in a full-body sigh. But he perked up as he leaned forward to look at both you and Levi. "But what about all this? Mind if I join the fun~?"

"Let's find a game Asmo can play," you suggested. 

"If you'd like," Asmo acquiesced with a shrug, indicating he'd had some other kind of fun in mind.

Levi gave you another sidelong glance, full of suspicion, but his head was out of the game he was playing anyway, so he exited and pulled up his game library instead. Deciding which game to choose was the trickier part, because Asmo had terrible reflexes, and an attention span worse than Mammon's when it came to playing anything. This ruled out anything requiring twitch reflexes or understanding complicated rules. 

Asmo, meanwhile, scrunched his nose at your chips.

"All that grease and salt is going to be awful for your complexion, darling," he said, clearly disapproving.

"I'm not rubbing it on my face," you said, and defiantly sucked crumbs off your thumb. Levi nearly choked at the sound, which was borderline obscene. The little sound Asmo made in response did nothing to contradict this impression. Levi managed to swallow back the wave of envy before it came undammed by concentrating on the list of games on the screen. He still had to make a selection.

A farming sim seemed like a safe enough choice; something bright and frivolous. Just like Asmo.

Levi passed the controller as the title screen came up, and Asmo, to his credit, managed to choose the 'New Game' option without messing anything up. Yet. When the screen went dark as the game loaded, Asmo couldn't resist looking at his reflection and primping his hair a bit. Levi did resist snorting and rolling his eyes, but it was a close thing.

The character creation screen popped up with its myriad of options, and Asmo gasped in delight.

"Oh! This is a good start! Much better than getting shoved into some ugly gray metal suit at the beginning," Asmo remarked cheerfully. He cycled through the hair and clothing options with the speed and deftness of a veteran player. 

"Hey, beginner armor in RPGs can be colorful too," Levi protested.

"But not fashionable, apparently," Asmo sniffed.

Asmo had only just barely settled on a hairstyle and color combination he thought was adequately cute, and was scrunching his nose at the shirt options, when another knock came at the door.

"Come in," you called out, before Levi could demand a password.

Mammon's head popped through the door, and he pulled a face when he saw you there, just like he always did when you were in somebody else's company and not his.

"Eh? What're you doing here?" Mammon asked, closing the door behind him and sidling up to the three of you. 

He craned his neck and squinted at the screen, like he was verifying that whatever you were doing, it passed his requirements for propriety. Between knowing the kinds of games Levi had in his collection, and seeing Asmo there, maybe he was not completely unjustified in some suspicion, but it still made you want to roll your eyes.

"We're watching Asmo create his character," you explained.

Mammon guffawed. "Betcha been watching him do that for a while!"

"Fifteen minutes, more or less," you said. "But to be fair, Levi takes way longer to create characters."

"It's an important step!" Levi sputtered.

"Especially with the quality of the options," Asmo added. "Look at this. A purple T-shirt with a pink butt on it?"

"That's a peach!" Levi protested, his face turning red.

"I know what a butt looks like, Levi," Asmo replied tartly.

"Wait, wait, Asmo, that black one with the gold design ain't half bad! Go back an' pick that one." 

"That gaudy thing! Absolutely not!"

"Mammon, why are you even here?" Levi asked, now completely exasperated with his brothers.

"I was just seein' if we were still on for Devil Kart against those Purgatory Hall guys. We need ta win back our honor, ya know."

"Do we?" Levi asked suspiciously, "or are you running a betting pool again?"

Mammon made a good show of appearing indignant at the very suggestion, but he'd hit you up earlier today about whether you'd be willing to take a dive in the second half of Candy Mountain in exchange for a lump grimm sum, so you knew too much about the subject to defend Mammon without exposing him.

"Can't I be showin' an interest without ya gettin' all suspicious a' me? What makes me so weird, huh? Asmo here doesn't even play games, and I don't see ya hasslin' him!"

"I do too play games," Asmo protested.

"Really? 'Cause only thing I ever saw you play was that stupid matching thing with the gems, and I ain't seen much of even that lately."

You knew which game Mammon meant, because it was the only game app you'd ever seen on Asmo's phone. You'd watch him play in moments of boredom, swiping his screen with a completely blank look of concentration as he matched the colors of the gems in rows and columns, and they burst into sparkles. 

"Ugh, of course you haven't seen me play, I finished it. I have to wait until they add new levels."

"Didn't that game have like ten thousand levels already?" you asked. "You mean you passed all of them?"

"Eleven thousand and sixty five," Asmo corrected primly. "And yes, I did them all. I have to wait until they add more now. I asked."

The room fell into shocked silence at this. Even Levi looked mildly dyspeptic at the thought of completing eleven thousand levels of a match-3 game. You'd played it yourself for a while, and past the two hundredth level, the number of complicated mechanics the game introduced had completely broken you.

"Anyway," Mammon said after a few more beats of silence. He gestured to the screen, where Asmo was flicking between two shirt options. "This thing got co-op or somethin'?"

You finished your chips, and folded away the empty bag. When you picked up your D.D.D., fifty five minutes had passed.

"Still five minutes left," you muttered to Levi while Asmo and Mammon bickered over the choice of pants. "Wanna play the long odds and see if the twins show up too?"

"Okay, okay, you've made your point," Levi grumbled. "I let way too many people waltz in here. I'll have to tighten security."

But Levi's heart wasn't really in it, and when he turned to watch Mammon try to swipe Asmo's controller while the latter loudly protested, there was almost a smile threatening to spread over Levi's face.

[requiemhqs-blog]

casuclties said: can i please reserve crystal reed for nesta? thank you for the suggestions!

most definitely ! you’ve got another 24 hours.

[beachedmessagebottles]

@puyo-rpg

Hi I wrote this in 40 minutes because of the new post hi

Fun fact I love this au but since it’s “diet madou” I think I attempted some liberties while writing in gaps. I love your content it’s like a spoonful of honey.

Also fun fact my wip title for this is “Satan contemplates if he made a whole baby” and I think that’s funny

“Hey mister, what are you looking at?” The girl questioned as he couldn’t help but stare at her, shocking him out of his thoughts and rapidly blinking. No, what he was seeing was certainly not a dream. And if he pinched himself now, ah, Satan would probably just have a soft puncture on his arm.

It was uncommon for him to be so close to the world, on it, usually down in the Underworld. (He could be in the Heavens since God was not around, but he didn’t particularly like to hear the squabble of the angels in the presence of a sinner. Satan could only roll his eyes so many times.) But he had to get a closer look. He swore he spotted a special someone. It was certainly a mixed feeling as he actually came to face with the girl.

She was around five or six, perhaps? Satan was never good with a child’s age, they all looked young despite their harsh upbringings. A normal occurrence to see a kid be bandaged up and not even cry. They still had some childhood innocence, as this young girl had no clue she was standing face to face with the Devil himself.

“Mister, are you home?” The girl raised an eyebrow, stepping closer and poking him in the arm.

“Don’t poke me, didn’t your mother or father tell you not to bother strangers?”

“Mmm...” The child put a pudgy hand on her chin, but shook her head, “Nah, I can take ya.” Well, THAT offered a snort from the dark prince, in which the girl gave him a jab in the arm. It did not do much, perhaps only a small bruise for a day or two.

“I don’t doubt that.” Maybe in ten years or so. Though with such a face... No, Satan pushed it back in his mind. This was a little girl. A girl who had such a striking resemblance there was a brief wonder...

No, no, it had been too many years. This girl wouldn’t be this age if it was. They were rather busy for such a thought anyhow. Though, if everything had turned out different... Satan guessed it didn’t matter. A second thought passed his mind of reincarnation, which somewhat saddened his heart further. Reincarnation was funny, acted in odd ways, elements would be from the previous life, voice, face, personality. It wasn’t like the war now that God was gone, who played with the strings of fate.

“Hey, what’s your name, mister?”

“I could very much ask the same for you, since you’ve savagely defeated me with your punch.”

“That wasn’t a punch, that was a fireball!” Starting to learn magic, it seemed.

“Ah, my apologies, your terrifying fireball that burned my flesh to crisp.”

“Good! I’m Arle!” Well, certainly had the same spunk as Lilith. Though if he said that he was frightened of this kid more as a joke if she was still here, he would’ve gotten a jab to the arm by Lily instead.

“Satan.”

“Woah, really! I beat up Satan?! You exist?!” Arle’s eyes lit up, her mouth agape. At least the world had its history lessons still... Er, fragmented, the Devil supposed.

“Oh, you most certainly did!” The ‘you exist’ somewhat took a blow to his pride, but he gave a smile anyhow.

“I gotta tell Draco, she’ll be so surprised! Bye, Satan!” Satan gave a wave as the girl scurried off. He watched her for a moment, chuckling as he spotted another girl run up to Arle.

“If reincarnation let you see your future lives, I think you would’ve certainly looked forward to it, Lilith.”

Nobody replied, but Satan felt a warmth in his chest for the first time in a very long time as he returned to his domain.

[utapri-hcs]

Write a scenario with Starish & QN having routes and make it cute but horror pt.1

Heya! Admin san here, so um this is an idea I’ve had for awhile. To get into the black garden spirit. Essentially eventually I’ll slowly pump out all the boys routes and basic details. If you are not a fan of horror, I do not recommend reading this. The style of writing this time is based off horror rpgs game, so there’ll be less romance more death. There are also obvious references to some games try to find all of them ☆〜（ゝ。∂）This will not be an interactive route however so please note that in mind. Feel free to suggest deaths however! I’ve listed the triggers I know some people have with this type of concept but if there are any more I haven’t listed PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE tell me as soon as you realise them.

POTENTIAL TRIGGERS: Circus, pumpkins

On the floor of the lush forest lies a pocket watch? What a pretty pocket watch too. It has gold details all across the surface of it and along the chain it was connected to. You grab the pocket watch and open it. It showed the time, 5:13AM, huh... but it was so bright out h-.... where are you? You were no longer in the same forest you had just set foot in. Floral intricacies invade your vision, it was like you were on cloud 9. Everywhere it’s so dreamlike, so pretty. It was like you were standing on Cotton candy, how fluffy. Anything you felt was soft to the touch. A small little pumpkin hops over, snickering to himself.

“Welcome to Fantasia! Are ya new! You are! You are! Oh oh! How exciting! They’ll just love you I know it! I know it!.”

Thus he hops away before you could say anything.

...Who...Who are they?

You venture in a bit further through the wonderland, stopping at one of the stalls. This stall was decorated with red and white, typical for a carnival scene. It carried a sign, adorned on the sign were words you couldn’t quite read. Attending to the stall, there was another pumpkin..this one was a little different. He was bruised all over and his smile was...different compared to the earlier cheery pumpkin?

“welcome.”

You take notice of a small slip of paper.

“don’t read until he tells you.”

Who is he?

“ringmaster..”

....odd...

Weaving past various stalls, selling primarily food. You enter a circus tent...you see the actors performing! They do stunts, to flips, to fire breathing. You were back on cloud-9.

Some pumpkins head over and feed you popcorn or snacks! They talk about the opening few acts and their favourite of the performances shown so far.

A man steps out, wearing a mask which only covered half his face, a hat as well as a pair of bunny ears sitting on top of his head. He tapped his stick on the floor and it’s transforms into a bouquet.

Throwing it up into the air, some of the pumpkins try to catch it, but it ends up in your lap.

“Welcome to Fantasia! A world of wonder and joy! Now, I shall hope you stay for a bit or for a very long time.”

A burst of fire lit up everywhere, excitement in the air!

“Now then! If I may, I must instruct all of you to follow us into the ballroom where your hearts and dreams may align.”

Without much thought, you quickly follow them along with the rest of the pumpkins.

Something seemed off with the entertainers though...

Oh darling, if only you saw how their eyes do not align with their tone, or how they move in such ways.

Things may have been very different for you~

[banshee-v44]

The Banshee, The Faker, The Exomind Maker

/*******************CBoC 44 pseudocode for Status Register write***************/ void BNRAM_EXO_1_Status_Reg_Write ( uint44 data_byte ) { BNRAM_EXO_1_CC_Reg_Write(0); // Enable the EXO slave by toggling clarity control LOW BNRAM_EXO_1_CBIM_ClearTxBuffer(); //Clear EXO transmit buffer before sending command BNRAM_SPI_1_CBIM_WriteTxData(BNRAM_CR8T); // Set the write enable (CB0) bit //prior to write//Wait until EXO_DONE flag is cleared while((BNRAM_EXO_1_CBIM_ReadTxStatus() & BNRAM_EXO_1_CBIM_STS_EXO_DONE) != BNRAM_EXO_1_CBIM_STS_EXO_DONE); BNRAM_EXO_1_CB_Reg_Write(1); //CB0 is set high when CC is switched high BNRAM_EXO_1_CC_Reg_Write(0); //Re-enable the EXO slave BNRAM_EXO_1_CBIM_ClearTxBuffer(); BNRAM_EXO_1_CBIM_WriteTxData(BNRAM_WRSR_CMD); //Send Write Status Register instruction BNRAM_EXO_1_CBIM_WriteTxData(data_byte); //Send data //Wait until EXO_DONE flag is cleared while((BNRAM_EXO_1_CBIM_ReadTxStatus() & BNRAM_EXO_1_CBIM_STS_EXO_DONE) != BNRAM_EXO_1_CBIM_STS_EXO_DONE); BNRAM_EXO_1_CC_Reg_Write(1); //Terminate the write operation by toggling //clarity control HIGH }

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Okay. That was annoying.

Banshee-44 didn't know who in the hell Clovis Bray thought he was, but he would be damned if the asshole executed a recall order on him.

The Vanguard Gunsmith paused a moment, literally, and set the auto-rifle he'd been at work on down on the counter before him. He cupped his metal alloy chin in a brilliantly designed and articulated hand and thought.

Well. He supposed that Clovis Bray thought he was...Clovis Bray. By all accounts he did what he wanted, when he wanted to. So that pretty much summed it up.

Banshee made a noise that sounded like a snort and focused his attention on the small gaggle of Guardians before him.

Would a group of Guardians be called a gaggle? Never thought of it before. Never? Maybe. He couldn't remember.

"Yeah, here ya go," the Exo mumbled, as he twisted to reach one of the Guardians' orders.

It took roughly thirty minutes for Banshee to make his way through the line of Guardians that had stacked up in front of his station. Where in the hell did they all come from? That was the problem in having his workstation right off the primary landing pad. He looked forward to the return to the old Tower.

The white and blue optics stared out across the Courtyard and upwards, to where the glow of acetylene torches and the sparks of welders lit up the early evening.

Holy hell, was it evening already?

Wait. Or was it early morning.

Banshee-44 consulted a datapad to check the time. It was indeed 1843 hours. He sighed, a mechanical sound. It wasn't that he didn't trust his chronometer's programming enough to rely on it for the time; it was that he didn't trust his fried RAM enough to remember the damn time.

A chime, something like a chime, definitely musical, but a kind of pretty sort of noise tickled his audio receptors. It was vaguely familiar somehow.

Oh. The recall order. That.

"Ain't like I wasn't gonna see you eventually anyways," the Gunsmith muttered.

He closed up his workstation and made his way through the maintenance walkways to the Hangar. Banshee took the back ways whenever he could. Being out among people...it was easier for him to forget where he was going. And why.

He was okay with being alone anyways.

He thought he was okay with it, at least.

The Gunsmith popped out into the Daito room. It was thankfully empty. Weird that they had a branded lounge in the space.

He ducked down into the airway and cast a glance at the journal lying on some nearby shelving. Oh. That. He wondered where he'd left it. He'd have to grab it on his way back through. If he remembered.

A few steps more and he was in the pit of the Hangar. He strode over to the Vanguard's Lead Shipwright, Amanda Holliday, and simply stood before her. He saw that she was elbow deep into a Sparrow, so he said nothing. Only stood with his arms folded.

It took Holliday several minutes before she realized that the Exo who stood before her was Banshee-44 and not some Titan. She'd spoken to him as if he were a Guardian, as she had assumed that's who it was. Being all still and stoic and non-responsive.

"Hey there, Ban," she called out as she straightened her back. Holliday worked her shoulders up and down, stiff from the repairs. "Need somethin'?"

It was unusual to see the Gunsmith in her domain, though not out of the ordinary.

If he had the plating to do so, Banshee would have blinked at her. "Oh. Yeah. Sorry. Wasn't urgent. Just wanted to ask a favor."

Holliday's eyes widened in curiosity and one eyebrow arched at the words. Him asking a favor was not typical. Whatever it was, it was going to be a good one. "Uh, sure, Ban. Whatcha need?"

The Exo nodded toward the rear of the hangar bay. "A ride."

"A what?" At that, Holliday stood up, and somehow avoided the boom that held up the Sparrow. "You need a ride?" She sounded incredulous.

"Hmm-mmm," he grunted.

An awkward pause followed.

"I can fly myself," he added, his arms held open in something between a shrug and a friendly surrender. "You don't have to worry about ferrying me around."

Holliday's mouth worked open and closed a few times before she managed speech. "No...I mean...it's okay, I don't mind...it's been a while is all." It had been, what, months? since Banshee had borrowed a ship. He hadn't needed to borrow one back at the old Tower since he had a transport vessel. It was destroyed in the Red War, unfortunately. Holliday thought it was a shame. He kept it in decent nick seeing as how he generally forgot he had it. "You going international or domestic?" she joked. Her initial surprise had faded to nothing.

"International," he responded. It was a long running joke that indicated he needed to a ship capable of leaving the atmosphere. "Gotta errand that requires it."

Banshee thought it best he leave the details to himself. Commander Zavala wouldn't take kindly to his excursion and neither would Holliday, come to think of it.

"That's been a while. Not since before the war," the Shipwright commented. She stretched both arms over her head and stepped out from her workshop. Banshee followed her around to the other side, where she stood with hands on hips. "Got a Hawk you can borrow. She's over yonder." Holliday motioned across the deck to a Hawk bearing Vanguard colors. It was without offensive armament, however.

"Sold." Banshee tilted his head at Holliday and nodded. "Thanks."

"Sure." She turned to go back to her project, hand in the air as way of goodbye. "Don't forget to top off the tank when you bring her back."

Banshee made a short, sharp noise that was a laugh and made his way to the ship.

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He'd taken liberties with his flight plan, as his destination was strictly forbidden under current Vanguard policy. Banshee doubted that any claim of not his having forgotten Commander Zavala's explicit order would be believed. A little of what they once called jiggery-pokery was necessary.

Banshee had told the Vanguard's favorite Guardian that he would visit the Clovis Bray AI at some point. Said Guardian had helped to rebuild what had turned out to be his own weapon. It was one hell of a sword. Huge. Stupidly overpowered.

Felt comfortable in his hands. Good, even. Like it belonged.

Still, the Guardian had been the one to piece it together. It was theirs by rights.

He knew from the scouting reports that the giant Exo head that housed the AI was deep in the ruins of Bray Exoscience. The only safe LZ was at a communications array in Charon's Crossing. He'd have to be inconspicuous.

There was some EVA gear in the Hawk. And a tarp that he could use as a makeshift cloak. He'd seen how some of the Guardians dressed, even the ones that weren't New Light. It could get pretty rough by his eye, but he wasn’t big on fashion as a rule.

Banshee pulled a RJSV-99-40 Sparrow out of the Hawk's vehicle stores and mounted up. The ride from Charon's Crossing to Cadmus Ridge was brief, but the journey through Cadmus Ridge into Bray Exoscience was choppy due to the Fallen.

He ignored the arc bolts that chained past his helmet and kept the throttle floored. He deftly maneuvered past Dregs and Vandals, bumped a very angry Captain out of the way, and sped into the jagged entrance to Bray Exoscience.

One magazine and a few dead Fallen later, Banshee had a spacious office and lab area to himself.

On the main desk he spied a figure that looked a little too much like himself and scattered papers. The topmost paper was a drawing, like an artist's render...

He found himself with one hand on the desk, head bowed, the other hand on the back of the chair, his A/R still clutched between fingers which trembled.

"The hell is that," Banshee hissed to the empty room. He turned his head away from the dark, shrouded figure sketched onto the yellowed paper.

He stepped into the private lab and took note of the open hatch to his right. It seemed like he should go that route, so he did.

The inert, deactivated Exominds slumped across equipment, crumpled onto the floor, and in pieces scattered throughout marked the journey. Banshee moved slowly, wide, bright eyes taking in everything and nothing. It was surreal. It was goddamn surreal. But it was his past. Or so he was led to understand.

He stepped into an antechamber of sorts. Sealed hatch to his right and ahead. Couldn't go through those. He glanced to his left.

And nearly jumped.

"I'll be damned," he breathed. It was an enormous head, an Exo's head, unlit eyes dispassionate and lifeless. So it was true. The AI really was inside of a giant Exo. The head of one, at least.

A squad of BrayTech security frames kept watch, some armed with RPGs, some with A/Rs. Standard BrayTech fare. They appeared oblivious to his approach.

Banshee-44 took a few cautious steps closer to the construct and stopped at the threshold. He pulled off his helmet and stared at it. If he'd been built to have pseudo-eyelids, he would have blinked long and hard at the head. As he didn't, his optics merely glowed. It made his gaze seem hard and intense.

After a moment, he stuck his free hand in the air in a half-hearted wave at the giant Exo. "Uh." He cocked his head to one side. "Yo."