#i grind both games religiously

[cursedlemon]

im a gamer girl (opens minesweeper)

#or or or #solitaire #i love minesweeper and solitaire #minesweeper #gaming #gamer girl #i grind both games religiously

[ohimsummer]

JUST LONELY, BUT SO FREAKY ft. SUGURU GETO

— minors dni, suguru x fem! reader, slight religious talk, established rs, satoru cameo, spanking, dryhumping, lots of kissing, fingering, take a shot every time I say ‘ass’

⭑ ࣪ ˖ sum’z notes.ᐟ sequel to LOWKEY, SHE’S SO SWEET

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One peck. A second. Then another, and another. Geto can’t help the grin that forms under your barrage of affection, kisses peppered all over his jaw, cheeks, and nose. His hands rub over your plump waist, pull you closer into him as you giggle at the red tint starting to wash over his cheeks. You readjust, elbow sinking into his mattress, to sit up for a slightly better angle of attack, another low, mischievous laugh flowing between your teeth.

“Enjoying yourself?,” he asks, closes his eyes as you plant a kiss to his forehead.

“Someone definitely is.,” you tease and throw a leg over his hip, shuffling closer to destroy any spare inches between you two. “But yes, I suppose I do like kissing a pretty face.”

“You and me both.” And Geto presses soft lips to your own. He lingers for a second to stare into the hues of your eyes, narrowed beneath the upturn of your smile, before layering the corners of your mouth in a quick succession of kisses. A small wave of giggles bubbles up at his affections, ones that mix with quiet moans as Geto soon trails lower, down to your neck and collarbone.

“Suguru, that tickles.,” you pant into his hair, angling your neck for more. “Silly.”

He only hums in return, nibbles on an especially sensitive part of your neck and you feel him smile as you squirm next to him. Your whine of ‘Suguru!’ goes unanswered, only prompting him to grab you by the hips to straddle him. His hair splays out in a halo on satin pillows, giving Geto a heavenly look akin to a god—your god—alluring eyes never leaving your own.

“This is a pretty precarious position for you, isn’t it?,” you lower yourself to lay on his chest. Playful fingers thread through the dark locks of his hair.

“Hm? How so?” His eyes never leave yours, a game of chicken.

“Ohh, I don’t knoww.”

Suguru seems unbothered when you grind your pelvis against his; even through his sweats, you can feel the thick outline of his cock under your pussy, which is only growing wetter by the second. The splash of red on Suguru’s cheeks spreads further when you lean forward to plant another kiss on his chin, rubbing your body up and down his own. Your hands are eager to touch him, ducking underneath the hem of his sweats to rub at his v-line, teasing the edge of his boxers before you’re trailing them up and over his toned torso again. You feel your boyfriend tense as you give a cheeky jiggle of your ass, but before you can tease further, he lands a resounding smack! on your rear.

Jaw going slack, you sit up immediately, pressing yourself into his lap and mildly registering the faint hardness beneath you. “Naughty!”

“Behave.,” he says, eyeing the incoming pout on your face. Both brows shoot up as you give another small, tentative wiggle, and Geto raises a hand to hover over your behind. “You want another one?”

The fact that you don’t reply immediately, and instead turn to study the threatening hand above your ass pushes Geto to question you. “You gotta think about it, love? Don’t tell me this is turning you on.”

You finally snap around to look at him. “Wha–? It is no—!” Another smack forces a surprised moan from your lips, and Suguru rubs over the sore spot of your flesh. “You’re so mea–“ A squeeze, which prompts your yelp. “Suguru!”

He thinks this might be his hardest battle yet, fighting back the grin tugging at his lips. One hand kneads at the globe of your ass, the other moving to the back of your neck to pull you in for a kiss. Geto gives you another brief peck on the mouth, shortly taking in the sight of your plump lips before guiding them to his, eager tongue swiping over your bottom lip. You make a show of denying access for him and Geto gives a low grunt, a warning as he nips at you again.

This time, you part your mouth further to let him aside, allowing Geto to slip his tongue into the warm bay of your mouth, massaging it against your own. He feels so good, you feel so good, the way he can feel your stiff nipples poking at his bare chest through the fabric of your (his) shirt, your slow, leisurely ruts against the bulge in his briefs.

“Feel good, darling?” He breaks away to murmur teasingly against your lips. A low snort from him in reply to your absentminded ‘mhm’. “Yeah, I can tell, you’re soaking straight through to my dick.”

Your eyes snap open at that comment, brows raised and you pull away, but not too far. “You liar! I am not.”

“Oh?” His fingers dart below the hem of your shorts, brushing your bare pussy since apparently you’re not wearing any panties beneath. “Dirty girl. Let’s see then.”

You sit upright again to watch Geto’s hand disappear beneath your bottoms, hole involuntarily clenching as his fingers slip between your folds. Fingers run along the expanse of your pussy, coating his digits in wetness as he prods at your entrance before brushing a finger against your clit. He watches, waits, stalls and you decide to take matters into your own hands when you press down onto his idle finger.

“Needy.,” Geto chuckles. “Must be going too slow for you, doll. Couldn’t wait, hm?”

“No.,” and you brace hands atop his chest, descending until noses are brushing and you’re lost in a calm storm of purple. “Please touch me, Sugu, please. Stuff your fingers in your pussy, I want it.”

And he wants to edge you a little longer—you’re so cute with a river of tears down your cheeks and a wrenching grip on his shoulders, like you want to tear straight through him if he keeps toying with you any further. But Suguru’s dick also strains against his pants at your dirty words. You know just what to do and say to get him riled up, fluttering your lashes at him so sweetly, grazing your lips on his in such a tantalizing way as you’re begging him to fuck your pussy up—you might as well be the apple in the Garden.

You pull away just as Geto leans in for a kiss, but your little fun is short-lived as he gives a pinch to your clit, forcing a sharp whine out of you. His fingers are languid on the swollen nub, circling it and drawing sloppy, obscene noises from your soaking pussy. He engulfs your lips in a heated kiss, swallowing your moans and hand keeping pace with the grind of your hips. ‘Suguru…feels s’good’ you mewl into his mouth, pressing closer to him and nails leaving angry marks on his broad shoulders.

Geto relaxes into your hand, one you’ve moved to cup his cheek, and loves the gentle caress of your thumb on his skin. He places a kiss on your wrist, any skin his adoration may reach. His palm knocks against your aching bud, fishing out whines from the depths of your throat. Suguru chases your lips whenever you break away to whimper his name— it’s like a prayer in the clouds, an exposure of your desire.

The kiss is magnetizing, but you barely find it in you to catch your breath, blinks slow and heart pounding beneath your heaving chest. Geto’s tongue darts over his lips, fingers still circling your clit to draw pretty little sounds from you that make his head spin. ‘Oh…f–fuck..!’ Your head tilts back, still fucking into the palm of his hand. Frustration and arousal boil in the pit of your stomach, because you want more. Your boyfriend’s an expert with his fingers, but you wish he’d put them inside you already, get rid of this empty feeling in your cunt. Geto can clearly tell what you want by the adorable frown on your lips, but he’s given you enough mercy for today, and he wants to hear you say it.

“Suguru, ah!” He runs a hand up to tweak your nipple, prompting a loud moan from you. “D-don’t, G–od! Again, again!”

“Not so loud, love.,” he chuckles, but makes no move to stifle the lustful sounds, nor stop his assault on your pussy. “You want to wake them up?”

Them being his roommates, but honestly, you really can’t find it in you to care, not with the way he’s still massaging your clit. His fingers grow restless, gripping at your tit before running to sink into the fatty flesh of your ass again. The sentence goes straight through one ear and out the other, barely registering a single word besides ‘want’ and you can’t wait any longer, you beg for him.

“Please put your fingers inside me, Sugu, fuck, fuck—!” Your eyes roll back, lids clenching shut.

The heavy hand on your behind controls the rut of your hips. His dick aches beneath his sweats, the only relief being the grinding pressure of your ass against his drooling length that stains his pants. Geto slides a finger lower, replacing his index with his thumb, teasing over your slick entrance, coaxing a finger inside. Your movements slow, and your mouth falls open. A choked whine escapes you, and your walls squeeze around Geto’s intruding finger, inviting him inside with intent to keep him there. ‘Oh, Suguru!’, you moan out. He gives your ass another smack, squeezing your cheeks. Head growing foggy at the desperate thought of your walls milking his cock.

Geto doesn’t give you time to adjust, stuffing another finger in, and another until you’re stretched out on three, large digits, forcing their way amidst your wet, cushiony walls to rub at that spongy spot — the one that makes stars burst behind your eyes and flashes of white cross your vision. His bruising grip on your ass doesn’t let up unless it’s to layer another smack on the sore skin. The mixture of pain and pleasure has you clutching, spasming around him, whining Suguru’s name as your legs grow tired. You lean back to rub at his hardened dick, and he hisses as you jerk him off through his pants.

“Ah, fuck, good girl, just—, shit, just like that.,” he praises you as his own release approaches.

You squeeze his tip and, with loud gasps, you’re both cumming together. Cum gushes out around Suguru’s fingers, into his palm, his own seed tainting the fabric of his boxers and seeping straight through to his sweats. With stuttered breaths, you collapse on top of him, and Geto gives your ass one last squeeze before wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you tight. He drags his fingers out of you, panting as he eyes your orgasm dripping between his fingers, and he raises the hand in the air. Your eyes jolt open at the pain of a hard slap to your ass, sending ripples through the flesh, but you’re so tired all you can do is half-heartedly pound a fist on his chest.

“Asshole.” The insult comes out a breathy huff. “You play so much.”

He gives you a smile, one that could never allow you to be truly annoyed with him. “See, if I was really an asshole, I wouldn’t be about to get up and start a shower for us.”

“You’re still an asshole for leaving me here to be cold.,” you fire back.

“Even if it’s just a few minutes?”

“Minutes, years, it all feels the same when I’m suffering from lack of your presence.”

You let Suguru slip out of your grasp, with much hesitation, and he quietly goes out the door. “I’ll be back, ya sappy lil’ drama queen. Try not to suffer too much without me, yeah?”

He grins at the sassy poke out of your tongue, treading quietly down the hallway towards the nearest bathroom. It’s dark, save for a small glow of light beneath the door of the room nearest his, Satoru’s bedroom. As he passes, he spots his best friend on the bed, transfixed on a movie displayed on his laptop. He leaves him be, continuing down a few more feet until he’s in the bathroom, and adjusts the water before making his way back to you.

“You still alive in here?,” Geto whispers to the lump beneath his sheets.

“Barely.” Your voice is muffled, hand flailing out until you find Suguru’s warm one and interlace your fingers. “Carry me, please?”

“Of course, darling.”

Morning arrives and, surprisingly, Gojo is first to step foot outside his room. He’s usually second to wake up, third if Shoko hasn’t spent the night drinking. It’s a little lonely, being by himself with only the noise of milk and cereal being poured into a porcelain bowl. That is, until someone else arrives.

“Suguru!,” he rasps a greeting to the other man, who’s shirtless and sporting scratch marks all over his arms and back. “How’d ya sleep?”

“Like a rock.” Or maybe a pebble, Geto had a tendency to awake once or twice in the night. But after the…activities you and him had gotten up to last night, he slept a little better in your arms.

“Must have been nice.” Gojo muffles out a sentence through bites of cereal. “I barely got any sleep, you and your company were making so much noise.” Suguru narrows his eyes, leaning against the table as Gojo continues. “Where is she anyway, don’t tell me your one night stand left before you even woke up?”

Before Suguru can respond, an insult on the tip of his tongue, there’s a small shuffling that catches his ear. As it grows louder, Gojo notices as well, and both men’s eyes widen when you come stumbling into view, using a fist to rub sleep from your eyes.

Suguru’s shirt still hangs loose on your frame. “Are you an asshole in your dreams, too? Just 24/7, Gojo?”

He watches, mouth agape, as you scoot over to Suguru, teetering against his shoulder and letting out a big yawn. Geto stabilizes you with an arm around your waist, embracing you in a side hug and resting a chin on the crown of your head. Suguru looks back to Gojo, whose spoonful of cereal hovers over the bowl.

“Nope. She’s right here.”

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[emepe]

— Pairing: Yuuta x Reader, established relationship

— General info: 18+, one-shot, smut

— Summary: When it comes to Yuuta, “just the tip” is the start of a dangerous game.

— Content warnings: nsfw, unprotected vaginal sex, virginity loss, implied religious guilt, mild god complex if you squint, coercion, slight breeding kink.

— Notes: Honestly, I wrote this just to see if I could still write decent smut (and Yuuta fits the trope perfectly ugh, I can't lie). Likes and reblogs are appreciated! Happy reading! 

Links: Read on AO3 |  Masterlist

It wasn't supposed to happen like this. You promised each other you would wait. But an innocent kiss on the cheek while watching TV led to a sloppy makeout session on the sofa, with your legs on either side of Yuuta's lap and your clothed cunt grinding needily onto his crotch as his fingers crept under your shirt and dug into your waist. 

A whine escapes your lips when he involuntarily thrusts his hips upwards, meeting you halfway, desperate for further friction.

“My God, Yuu,” you moan into his mouth, as your combined drool trickles down your chin.

“‘M sorry,” he mumbles, yet makes no effort to hold back. Because little by little, with every movement of your hips, his erection has become downright painful. It's practically throbbing in the confines of his jeans, swollen and red, aching to be let out, begging for relief.

But he promised.

It's a mental game to come down to his senses and draw an end when things get too heated between you. God knows you haven't one ounce of willpower when you're spiraling down a lustful haze. But he'd rather be the stronger one than risk the loss of your virtue ending in remorse. 

He loves you too much to force you to carry such an immense guilt. You vowed to wait until you were married and instead settled for a few steamy moments here and there — always sure you never made it too far.

You could hump and whine and he'd swallow every sweet sigh you pour into his mouth — as long as you never fully undressed and as long as he didn't ruin you by pushing himself between your legs. Then he'll wrap his arms around you, assuring you that whatever you did was still innocent, that you have no reason to feel guilty because you're both still pure. 

The vicious cycle never ends. 

You're incredibly precious to him — you're everything — but man, it really pisses him off sometimes that he has to be the one to protect a promise you were the first to suggest.

He brings a hand to collect your hair and nip at your neck, kissing it, tracing its slope with his tongue and sucking fervently at the supple skin. As if that's enough, as if it could compare to the glowing promise that being buried inside you represents. His cock twitches at the thought, the movement causing you to expel another string of holy affirmations.

His eyes land on the hand that grips at the fabric of his shirt as you whimper into his ear and the air thickens with the scent of spit, sweat, and desire.

The engagement ring on your finger has become a symbol of dread. So close to having you bound to him forever, and yet the time couldn't come fast enough.

His chest rises and falls dramatically with every shallow breath. It's all too much — the blood rushing south, the precum he can feel leaking from his tip and soiling his underwear, the line of sweat that transfers from your forehead to his as you squeeze your eyes shut and breathe against his mouth — it's all too good. 

But it's not enough.

He's tired of it, and you're not making things easier with your pathetic whimpers and your feverish body clinging to him. He can feel your pussy clenching around nothing through the layers of clothing dividing you. If he didn't know any better, he might’ve thought you wore a skirt on purpose to further drive him mad. He might be a patient man —loving, understanding, doting— but he's still a man.

“Just the tip,” he groans.

Your hips slow down as you struggle to comprehend what he just said, earning him a chance to will the cum threatening to spurt inside his jeans back.

“What?” you ask, tilting your head as you observe his blown pupils and his eyebrows upturned in desperate pleading.

“Just the tip, please.” 

Your lips part to draw a sharp breath as it dawns on you what he's asking for.

“But we promised,” you softly pronounce.

“It won't change anything if it's just the tip,” he promises. “It's barely anything. It'll be like the time you used your hand.”

He hopes your mind is too dizzy to comprehend that the two situations don't compare at all. 

Uncertainty casts over your features, but he can see a hint of consideration gleaming in your eyes at the idea. 

You'd be lying if you said you never considered loosening up on your convictions every now and then when you got so close to the act. But you didn't think you could handle disappointing Yuuta by breaking the promise you brought up in the first place. After all, he's so devoted to you and he promised to abide by your wishes no matter how long it took because the gratification when you finally joined in carnal pleasure would only make your commitment to each other all the more special. 

“As long as I get to be with you, the rest doesn't matter,” was what he said.

But now that he's looking up at you with such helpless eyes, like you're some sort of god he prays to, your morals take a toll.

His blue eyes stare adoringly into yours. 

“Please?” he asks again.

He presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Please,” he insists, tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth, biting down just hard enough to cause a whisper of pain before alleviating the feeling with his tongue.

“Please, please, please, it hurts,” he whines, tears lining his lashes and threatening to spill as he reaches between you to palm himself over his jeans. “I can't take it anymore. I'm begging you, I need you, I love you.”

How could you possibly say no when he asks so nicely? 

You'd have to be made of stone to deny him the pleasure. You'd have to be a monster to not relieve him of his throbbing pain. You'd have to be the cruelest god to impose him with such inhumane punishment.

“Yuu,” you whisper, his pain reflecting on your face upon witnessing his desperation. 

“Please,” he sniffles.

“Okay.”

The word falls over him like a fresh breeze.

“Really? You mean it?” 

His lips curve into an eager smile, with butterflies fluttering in his stomach in anticipation.

You nod, happy to see his teary eyes light up.

“Just the tip.”

“Just the tip, I promise.”

He brushes away at his tears with the heel of his palm.

“You're an angel,” he murmurs as he cradles your face with one hand and starts guiding your hips over his erection again with the other. 

Soon enough, you're back to panting into each other's mouths, feverish and dizzy at your new promise to fulfill. 

Your hands fumble to undo his jeans, clumsily pulling down the zipper in fragments.

“Just the tip,” you huff, as he moans upon feeling your clammy hands palm him through his underwear.

You pull on his briefs just enough for his erection to spring free.

“Oh, god,” you exhale, in awe of the intense red that consumes the head of his cock. Precum oozes from the tip, balls heavy as if he's seconds away from bursting. It's no wonder he looked so pained. 

“Just the tip,” he reminds you kindly as he pets your hair, heart rate spiking when he watches your thumb trace over his leaking tip.

He flips you over so that you're pressed onto the sofa while he hovers over you and hooks his fingers around your pink cotton panties, tugging them down your hips with ease and tossing them onto the floor, leaving you in your skirt.

The sight of your bare cunt — already a sopping wet mess from everything that now counts as foreplay — makes his cock twitch.

With his weight balanced on one forearm, he carefully drags himself between your folds, the most sinful sound reaching your ears as he coats his length in your juices. His free hand cradles your face as he bends down to capture your mouth in a heated kiss. His tongue pushes against yours, swallowing each of your moans as your hands lose themselves in his raven hair. 

With fingers trembling in excitement, he lets you go and starts lining himself to penetrate your insides.

“Yuu,” you gasp.

He watches in fascination as his reddened tip squeezes in and slowly disappears inside you, your cunt glistening with enough arousal that you barely feel any pain in the sudden stretch. In fact, Yuuta swears he can feel you suck him in the tiniest bit further as you flutter around the foreign member in your body. He can feel himself grow weaker as he's hit with the warmth and wetness of your insides. 

“Fuck,” he hisses, face dropping into the crook of your neck.

The overwhelming ecstasy of knowing he's connected to you burns at every inch of his skin as he scrambles to gather enough strength to pull out and push his tip back in again. 

You writhe under him, hands frantically pulling him in for a kiss. He complies. After all, you've gifted him with this — not that he wouldn't give in to your wishes otherwise. 

His brows furrow in concentration, eyes squeezed shut with the image of his tip swallowed by your insides flashing behind his eyelids. He pumps his head inside you — in and out, in and out — mesmerized by how good it feels even if it's barely a taste. 

It alleviates him… just a little.

He grips your hips with bruising force, rolling his hips further into you all at once, leaving a mildly burning sensation in its wake. 

A whine escapes your lips and your eyes close as you feel a tickle of his pubic hair brushing against your lower tummy. Your arms hook under his, bringing him close, scratching his back over his shirt.

An animalistic power washes over him, pushing him to penetrate the deepest part of you,  over and over again. His hand squeezes your face, demanding your attention and forcing you to meet his crazed gaze. His pupils are blown with lust, the gentle blue of his irises nearly gone. With the help of his thumb, he pries your mouth open, aggressively pushing his tongue against yours, relishing in the muffled cries of pleasure you release. 

The kiss is so needy, so aggressive, it's borderline painful and your jaw hurts from the tight grip of his hand. But it's still so fucking good.

When he pulls back, your eyes are lined with tears, much like his when he was begging to let you use just his tip minutes ago.

The sound of slapping skin echoes around you. Sloppy, wet, sinful.

“Yuuta, this doesn’t feel like just the tip,” you heave, feeling an unfamiliar knot tangling in your lower stomach. 

“It is, baby. I swear.”

You both know he's lying but you're too caught up in each other to care.

Your legs wrap around him, barely granting him enough space to move, but he doesn't care. This is better, this is what he needs to relieve the mild guilt that stems from lying to you, because this means you're just as thrilled by him ruining you as he is. And if you're so unwilling to ease your hold on him, he might as well kill two birds with one stone tonight and fill you to the brim with his cum.

The possibility of knocking you up has him reeling. A breathless laugh pushes past his lips as he looks down at you.

You're such a pretty mess and he's so in love. Your pussy does such a good job at sucking him in and he's so fucking drunk on it. 

The image of you sprawled below him, sweating and whining out his name will be burned into his memory forever. And you do have forever promised, he remembers. That ring on your finger — the very finger on the very hand that's creeping between your bodies to toy with your clit — stands as proof.

You perverted little thing, he thinks, as he feels you bucking your hips upward to meet his thrusts halfway.

“Yuuta, my god, oh my god!” you whimper as his strokes grow even sloppier and he grows even heavier on your body.

“Feel good, angel?” he taunts, using the nickname he imposed on you back before you became such a needy disaster.

An airy chuckle bubbles up his throat when you fervently nod and caress his cheek. He hooks an arm under your leg, pressing it further into your chest in a semi-mating press position. 

He carelessly thrusts his hips a few more times before he's washed over with a glorious relief that he pours inside you, marveling at the way your insides flutter around him, milking him dry with every wanton squeeze.

It's like you want to get knocked up, he thinks.

His hold on your leg loosens and his weight tumbles down on top of you as you work your way to clarity. 

He moves around on the limited space of the sofa so that you can snuggle into his chest with his arms wrapped tightly around you as he presses soft kisses onto the crown of your head.

You can feel his cum leaking from your insides and seeping into the couch cushions, but it'll be a while before either of you care to clean up your mess.

His warm embrace coaxes you to sleep. As you're teetering the line of peaceful slumber, a familiar thought pops into your head.

“Yuuta,” you murmur.

“Hm?”

“What we just did wasn't wrong, was it?”

He looks down at you, fingers lifting your chin so he can see your face. Your eyes are wide with worry. The duality with which you're able to confront these matters will forever be a mystery to him. 

His gaze softens and a smile graces his lips.

“Don't worry, angel. This was innocent.” 

He presses a kiss to your forehead.

“It's pure love.”

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[dilfpassing]

What's Become of You

My fic is finally done!

Starting this off with a HUGE, HUGE thank you to @foxflowering for beta reading this and giving me the best feedback ever, I said, thankfully. This piece is going to be a monster. It's really long. I found myself very frustrated with both Wyll's storytelling falling apart very quickly in the game AND Astarion's romance line requiring you to sleep with him in Act 1. So, I thought to myself, what would this story look like if Wyll got the attention he deserved, and Astarion had to fumble his way through this story with a FRIEND that turned into a lover, somewhere down the line? And lo, after a few months of work, this was born! This story is ultimately about Wyll. And Astarion is there too, I guess.

Fic summary:

Wyll Ravengard lost himself in the Blade of Frontiers on a daily basis — there was no time for regret, no time to wonder how things might have been different when he was committing himself to the safety of others. There was no time to mourn his selfhood when he was busy being a hero. Wyll was thankful for this distraction, welcome to it. Wyll Ravengard was not a religious man, preferring the affairs of the mortal over the divine, but in the silent stillness of the lonely night, Wyll supposed his self-sacrifice was another form of devotion.

Chapter 1 summary:

The agony of the Hells was fresh in Wyll’s mind. His memory seared with the pain and torment of flames against his skin, the weight of horns curling out from his temples and searing exhaustion into the muscles of his neck, grinding pressure into the bones of his spine, driving migraines into his skull. Whenever he tried to close his eyes to the harsh changes the last few days of his life had thrust upon him, flames, parasites, Avernus, Mizora painted the insides of his eyelids. Becoming a devil was not a pleasant experience, by any means.

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[theresattrpgforthat]

would you happen to know any rpgs explicitly about the Great Chain of Being?

Theme: The Great Chain of Being

Hello friend, I don’t think I know of anything that’s explicitly about the Great Chain of Being, although I think I have a few ideas for games that might flirt with either a Christian hierarchy or the concept of ascension. Nothing here's an exact match, but maybe there's still something that catches your interest?

If you are a follower of this blog and you know of a game for this, please add it in the comments or reblogs!

Hellwhalers, by Brewist Tabletop.

HELLWHALERS is an original TTRPG of both nautical and Christian-religious horror. Play as damned whalers, sailing hell's oceans to hunt a monstrous leviathan whale in a bid for redemption of your immortal souls. 

Whalers will earn souls through roleplay, challenges, and gambling, eventually collecting enough to pulse the Hellwhale's disembodied heart, a blackened, grisly organ kept locked away by the captain. To pulse the heart is to summon the monster you seek: the dreaded Hellwhale. Slaying this titan of Hell's waters is said to earn you a place back in God's graces.

Gambling plays a central role in the gameplay loop, creating a procedurally generated series of events each day. Gambling takes place on a Sic-Bo board, a game played with three six-sided dice.

This is a game of ascension to some extent, in that you are fighting to ascend from Hell. You choose from six base playbooks, and you’ll have to track your resources to make sure you have enough to keep you hale while out at sea.

Trash Mob, by mothermultiverse. After an untimely death, you reincarnated as something weak and potentially hated- but you don't have to stay that way! In a video game like world, your skills can grow simply by use, and while initial survival in the world may be harsh and difficult, it is only a prelude to a grand adventure that only you (and potentially your friends) can manage!

Trash Mob! was made to be Solo RPG ready, but also allow for some epic, GMless team up action or classic Narrated play. In the basic edition of Trash Mob, there are 16 playable Mobs, 4 basic zone setups, a series of charts to help you explore the world, and over 50 different skills you can gain as your monster grinds in their quest to survive, thrive, overcome the odds, regain some measure of their humanity, and become an overpowered anime protagonist that can shape the world with their actions!

While Trash Mob may not look like it from the cover, this entire game is about becoming a more and more powerful monster! You start as something weak and small, like a zombie or a chicken, but as you make your way through this magical world, you’ll find yourself levelling up, all the way until you become the most powerful thing in the dungeon!

And You Shall Shatter Temples, by Anna Landin.

Sing songs with the words they could not take from you. Raise the banner woven from the flags you stole back from them. Arm yourself with the swords you forged from their discarded bones.

And You Shall Shatter Temples is a game about rising up against an overwhelming power that is trying to crush you. All you have is what you carry with you, and those who rise up by your side. Together, you can turn the tide. Together, you can dethrone a god.

This game is more about fighting a god than anything else, but I think the very act could be part of the whole process of climbing the ranks. You don’t dethroned God all at once; you have to claim symbols of their power before you can topple them completely.

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can we get some eddie x black! reader, soft, domestic ass smut/fluff🙏🙏 (p.s love your writing!!)

ARE YOU MINE. + EDDIE MUNSON

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? [ ❥ ] synopsis. hi i love your writing sm!! pls could i request an eddie munson fic where the reader loses her virginity to eddie but she struggles a bit bc she was raised super religious so doesn’t really know what she’s doing and feels kinda guilty (kinda angsty/fluffy). pls only write if ur comfortable with this ofc and no worries at all if you don’t! thank you sm 💗 author's note. i felt like i needed to combine these two requests together :) don't forget to join the discord! join here

[ ❥ ] pairing. eddie munson x reader

[ ❥ ] word count. 5k

[ ❥ ] genre and warnings. 18+, black afab reader, established relationship, mentions of religion, first time, corruption kink, tooth rotting fluff, something cute to mend my broken heart, pet names, grinding, vocal Eddie, body worship, cowgirl, age gap (both legal idk how old Eddie is bruh), cuddling, aftercare, domestic vibes

You were used to spending most of your free time watching your boyfriend, Eddie, strumming mindlessly at his guitar.

Eddie sat across his bedroom from you, leaning back against the wall like he was trying to morph himself into the rock posters that were taped to the walls. 

His gaze and attention were fully in his own world as his fingers echoed a tune from the plucked strings.

His legs spread as he sat, taking his bottom lip in between his teeth. Even with a gun to your head, the male hummed a tune from a song you couldn't name.

You could call your relationship pretty simple compared to most teenagers your age, both of you being in your senior year of high school (Eddie being a super senior, but you don't bring it up much). You two had been dating since you had heard whispers of the "Hellfire Club" around the school. 

Going through your rebellious streak, you had decided to bite the bullet and drop out of bible study for activities that broaden your horizons of newer hobbies. Wanting to do things outside of your parent's constant stern and strict approval

You could still recall your friend’s faces watching you plop down at an open seat at the boy's lunch table. Something about your perfect old prompt self butting into their conversations about the next D&D campaign made Eddie instantly choke on his milk.

It took a lot of harassing Eddie during passing periods and sharp-tongued comebacks to gain the trust of all the members of the Hellfire Club. 

You even did some personal study with a list of older campaigns Eddie had scribbled in a notebook during the hours your parents had settled for your bedtime, unaware that you were under the sheets with a flashlight learning how the game worked.

It was fair to say that you were welcomed into the club with open arms after the amount of dedication you had put into wanting to enjoy the game the same way that they did. 

Not long after even gaining Eddie’s respect along the way, it only took your entire junior year to make it as obvious as possible that you had a thing for the long-haired asshole who seemed to always enjoy picking an argument with you. 

Your parents, on the other hand, were not too fond of his appearance. The moment they found out that you were even dating in the first place, they had to forbid you from ever hanging out, let alone playing the so-called devil-worshiping game. 

Your mom lectures you every time she sees traces of him on you. The way you come home flustered, clutching onto your schoolbooks; the cautious glances you would give when she passed by when you were on the phone, whispering how you’d talk to him at school; your flushed, dazed look from just thinking about kissing him.

Your mother snaps at you every time she catches you in that hopelessly romantic trance, her stern voice trying to beat sense into your thick skull. 

"So you think that you're all grown up, huh? That you could just go around and do whatever you want and act like a little floozy like you don’t live under my roof?" Your mother's words snap like a stretched rubber band against your skin.

Your mother has a way with words that makes everything she says stick worse than what the bullies would say to you. 

Your father never says anything, just sits back and watches with a disappointed frown. You had gotten used to the face, the way that your parents would always look down on you for falling in love. 

The lecture would always end with you begging to retreat back into your room, wanting to use your blankets as a shield away from your family as your mother kissed her teeth and berated you when she noticed the fat tears rolling down your cheek, sparing herself from humiliating you any more than she had already done in front of your siblings. 

But alas, the more you’ve hung around Eddie, the more rebellious you’ve gotten, sneaking out and telling your parents excuses for why you were coming home later than you should.

They disapproved of you using your old friend group as a cover-up while you were really in the passenger seat of Eddie’s car, swapping spit with the one boy in town that they disapproved of.

You weren't really bothered by the fact that Eddie wasn't really much of a romantic type. You quickly learn that he expressed his affection through his interests and hobbies. Frequently, he would share his favorite music or even perform personal covers of songs that you liked with his band. 

His love language was also pushing all of your buttons, seeing how far he could stretch you out before you would just tell him off. He thought something about you losing your cool and getting angry with him to the point where you would just snap at him as very attractive. 

You two bickered back and forth more than you kissed or held hands. The arguments were never over anything serious; usually, it was just Eddie wanting to pick a fight with you just for him to give you that sly smirk with his hands grasped at your hips, yanking you into his chest.

Other than him randomly biting into your arm or smacking your thighs as hard as he possibly could, Eddie wasn't much of a touchy guy. You didn't push him too much, not expecting him to be much of a charming prince. 

You just loved him for who he was, especially since he was your first actual boyfriend as well as you being his first actual girlfriend.

For Eddie, being in a relationship with you was just like being more flirty with a best friend who he had thought was attractive.

But he looks at you like he was in love like it was his first time opening his eyes. You had gotten used to the smitten look of the riddler all over his face. You'd often catch him staring at you as if staring at you was his favorite pastime. 

He loved watching how the sunlight would filter through your dark curls, making them look like they were some sort of halo that framed your face. He loved watching the millions of emotions your face would form. 

He loved how your big black eyes and thick eyelashes fluttered when you caught him staring at you.

Eddie had fallen in love with how your cocoa butter-coated skin almost seemed to sparkle with a warm brown glow under the sun, how your full two-toned colored lips would form every word like you had meant everything you had spoken. 

Eddie had it so bad for you. It all just happened so fast for him that he couldn't even remember a time that he didn't want to be stuck to you like glue. 

Which was why it wasn't really intended for you both to be virgins for this long.

Sure, you two had your fair share of sneaky back seat handjobs and the time you had him bite into your shoulder during his first blowjob because his uncle was in the other room and God knew Eddie couldn't help himself but to sound like a modern-day whore getting his dick stroked by you.

It was also because you had grown up in a household where having sex was pretty taboo. 

The more you realized it, the more it sort of settled that you and your parents had a different view of the religion that you believed in.

You didn't understand the whole "wait until marriage" argument considering that your father was twice divorced before he had met your mother. 

You just knew that abstinence wasn't just something you wanted to practice, not much of a big deal, but you knew that your parents would lose their heads if they found out that their little girl was planning on being plowed by the town "Satanist" Eddie Munson.

You couldn't talk to anyone about the weird feelings you had or how to handle them. It took you a while to realize that you were just sexually frustrated.

Both of you were kind of emotionally unavailable and too scared to come off as too soft or clingy, even to each other. It was like a battle for dominance. Eddie being as competitive as you were, it was like a game seeing who would be the first to crack. 

It was like a battle you had sadly lost due to your extreme teenage hormones.

Watching the strum of Eddie’s fingers against the guitar, a growing hunger festered in the lower part of your body. Something about watching his hands had switched something in you.

“Hey Eds”

“Hm?”

"Do you think we can…have sex?" Your tone was flat as your words sort of mumbled together with the fingernail you were trying to bite off, Eddie’s mind instantly going into restart mode as he paused.

His hands were still hovering over the guitar before blinking. You were watching as his head snapped to peer across the room at you, his brows twitching in anticipation of what you asked as if he had heard it by mistake. 

You felt ready, having been dating for almost three years. Your hormones were raging as you wanted nothing more than to go all the way with your boyfriend, and you felt like he was ready too, or so you thought as you flinched, hearing the sharp snap of one of the guitar strings, your eyes widening as you watched Eddie in silent panic.

"Shit, uh, I mean–" As he shot up from his seat, he felt like he had made things awkward. It's not like you had suddenly blurted it out unprompted.

As Eddie hung the guitar upon its mound, he turned towards you, hesitating to speak as he just sighed, taking a seat next to you on his twin-sized bed. 

Because you were afraid that the way he was acting would lead to a breakup, you weren't sure what to do with yourself. Your thoughts were going in the worst possible direction.

"Like, right now?" With his eyes squinting, Eddie asked in a more gentle manner while wiping his sweaty hands along the front of his denim jeans.

"Uh, yeah, sure," you nod.

"Oh... okay." was his final reply, as you couldn't help but laugh at how awkward the situation was being played out.

"Okay?" you dragged out, teasing him, reaching to playfully lean into his shoulder, earning one of his many usual eye rolls in response. 

"I do want to, you just kind of blurted it out and caught me off guard." Chuckling as your boyfriend's face turned a faint shade of pink and his hands began tensely rubbing his bangs.

"I mean, if you’re, like, ready to, then I'm ready." You nodded at his rambling. Both of you were too embarrassed to notice what was happening, so there was a nervous pause in the air.

You tried not to look completely out of it, your heel tapping repeatedly against the carpeted floors, still biting around the skin of your nails. 

"Yeah, okay, cool." you hummed, suddenly Eddie raising his brows at your sudden change of mood from nervous to frantic. A hand gliding over your thigh ripped you from the cloud of worry that stormed over your head. 

“What's wrong angel, talk to me.” 

"I don’t know, I just don’t want it to be like a huge thing, you know?" You didn’t want it to seem like a big deal, knowing that inside your mind was racing with thoughts about what your parents would think of you if they had found out.

They had already disapproved of Eddie. You could already see the faces of horror on your parent's faces if they ever found out about the sexual thoughts you hadn't even had with him. 

"Hey, hey, we don’t have to do it." 

"No, no, I do want to. I want you, Eddie." Your hand rested on the curve of his shoulder.

"Really?" As he tangled his fingers between yours, a toothy grin crept across his lips. Your lips curled into a perplexed grin.

"Yeah, I really want to do this with you." You softly chuckled, the tone in the room shifting to much more comfort. You were both suddenly aware of the sound of your breathing and the gulp Eddie took in a nervous state. 

The smile he gave you was one that you rarely saw on his face. The one that he would only show when he thought no one was looking; the one that he would only show to the people he was most comfortable with beaming at you.

"Okay, well, uh…thanks?" he murmured, inciting another soft laugh from your lips. Both of you were looking in the direction of the TV that sat in front of the TV. A kissing scene played out in front of the unattended movie.

"So...how about we just take it a bit slow?" His tone shifted to something more seductive, his stare suggestive as you allowed him to take the lead, his face leaning in closer to you.

"How about we, uh, touch first, or do you just tell me what you want? Does that sound good to you?" You glanced down at your lap, watching his fingertips dip into the plush of your thigh, his hand lingering just inches away from where you needed it the most.

"I don't—" your voice trailed off. "I’ve never touched myself before." Eddie’s face lifted in surprise, his eyes lighting up.

"Should I feel weird for finding that really hot?" You giggled at his honest reaction, the low voice in the back of your head spewing out doubts and unnecessary worries in the back of your mind being strung out one by one the more Eddie made an effort to comfort you. 

The ones that hurt the most were the thoughts that Eddie was just too good for you, and that your relationship was too perfect to be true.

He would ultimately choose a flawless pale white skinned girl with a better figure or a prettier girl who wasn't compelled by her parents to attend church every weekend, missing out on every band performance he would have. 

You knew it wasn't fair to be insecure about yourself, your melanin color, your black ringlets of hair, it wouldn't be fair to pick at all the things about yourself that you just couldn't change. 

You never thought of yourself as ugly; it was just how you appeared to others while living in a town with a majority of white people where being a minority was uncommon. You were aware that you couldn't blame the outside world for how alone you felt in Hawkins.

You were just…different. You didn't blame most boys in your grade for picking on you for the shape of your nose or the size of your lips.

You couldn't blame them. There were children not aware of the hateful comments that they would painlessly speak that would carry on until their teenage years.

You felt unseen most of your life, hiding behind that row of girls that just fit the beauty standard for perfection.

You had thought that you would spend your entire life in Hawkins, always hanging out on the sidelines and living curiously through all of your best friend’s romantic relationships. 

Having to hype them up every time they bring up going on dates or being asked out by boys that you knew wouldn't bother to give you the time of day without any ulterior motives until Eddie welcomed you into his life. 

He treated you as though you were meant to be his destiny and that the only reason you two had come into contact was that fate had sent you to earth as an angel. 

Eddie hoped for miracles his entire life. He hoped that he would finally finish high school after being held back, that he would save up enough money to finally move out of his rusted cheap trailer and into an actual house, and that his band would finally get the recognition that they deserved, but all of that came in the form of you.

He swore that his miracle was you. If he could, he would have given whatever god was listening to a firm handshake for blessing him with you. He thought about it once, like Eddie actually thought about going to church with you by his side. 

Driving past the street in his van, he spots you and your family all hurrying out of your father's car, all dressed up with frails and skin-colored stockings.

He wanted to stop and park his car across the street, trying to scramble up words to form the perfect greeting he would speak to your parents.

And then he realizes how drastically different your life was compared to his. You had a big loving family, siblings that were always in your business, and parents that would crack the whip on you just for putting a toe out of line. You were formed and built up into this perfect black woman. 

Eddie was astounded that someone so perfect in his eyes could be in love with him like you were.

But there you were, sitting with your thighs straddled at his sides. Your arms hung over his shoulders, with your lips against his mouth.

Your life depends on it. Eddie had to convince himself many times in your relationship that he wasn't dreaming, that you weren’t actually some angel gifted to him by a higher power. 

Eddie didn't believe in God as you did, but if he was up there, boy, were him and Eddie bound to be homies. His breath hitched at the feeling of your trailing fingers lingering down his chest, inching towards his lap, between your legs. "My god, you just…do something to me..." Eddie moans against your lips. 

"You just make it so hard…to not absolutely want to…ruin you." His words alone sent a shiver up your spine. The shameless feeling of your back arching into the warmth of his broad chest, your big doe eyes peering into his didn't help his case at all. 

"You're just so beautiful." Grinding your hips onto his lap. Feeling just how hard his erection felt as it pushed against the rough material of his jeans his hips coaxed into rutting against the plush of your thigh.

"You think I'm pretty?" Your concern about being unable to recognize your own true beauty is painfully innocent. Your gentle voice nearly caused Eddie's heart to break.

"Y/N, you're the most gorgeous girl I've ever laid my eyes on." Eddie watched in a deep trance as you took your bottom lip between your teeth and glanced down away from his gaze shyly.

Your hips roll forward against his tented jeans. His fingers dug into your hips, a sound of bliss leaving his mouth as his head tilted up to chase after your lips once more. 

You shifted against his lap once more, just the whimpering sounds he was making just because of you were intoxicating to hear. 

As you both carved the feeling of each other Eddie couldn't yet map out all the things he had wanted to do to you but he just knew that he needed you against him as nakes as he possibly could.

You felt his fingers slowly hooking under the hem of your collared shirt, the brush of his cold fingers colliding with the hot skin of your lower belly. 

"Can I?" You could only nod as the words felt stuck in your throat, unbutton the top of your shirt before you could guide his hands to grab the material of your shirt. 

He helped you yank the shirt over your head and toss it aside against the floor, his eyes instantly glued to the plain pink cotton bra that you wore.

You just looked too good, almost good enough to eat. Not that Eddie didn't want to eat you, he just wanted to go as slowly as possible to take everything in. 

When his hands hover over the curves of your breast, you reach out to guide his hands and place them on your chest like a breath of relief.

The foggy look in his stare almost made you laugh, like he was starving to finally get his hands on every part of your body, wanting to worship every curve and mark, squeezing and fondling your breasts to his heart's content.

“Is this okay?” He asked with his fingers under the shoulder strap of your bra, his fingers twisting the elastic and fiddling with the plastic clasp that held it all together.

You nodded, shredding off your shoulder, and twisted the bra to the front of your chest, unclasping it with one hand, and just like your shirt, you let Eddie take it off and toss it aside with your shirt.

“Can you—can you touch them?” You murmured. Eddie wasn’t one to always be obedient, but the way you spoke to him was doing wonders for the growing problem in his groin. He dove his face into your chest, his mouth trailing wet kisses in the crevice of your chest, as per your request.

His finger held you down from squirming in his lip as this tongue reached the bud of your nipple. Sucking and swirling his warm, wet tongue over the perky bud, you whimpered from the contact, ducking your head away as your hand covered your mouth to prevent making any more embarrassingly lewd noises. 

“Can you touch me too, please?” His words were bold and straight to the point, despite the slight slur from his lips being wrapped around your boob. When you saw the spit string connecting his lips to your nipple, your mind went into overdrive. 

Your fingers were trembling as they unzipped the front of his jeans. Eddie drew his jeans past his knees, his hand bringing yours beneath the elastic cuff of his briefs to the pulsing girth of his crotch.

His hips buckled from just the simple contact of your hand, finally giving him the attention that he begged for. 

“God, angel, do you feel what you do to me?” His tone was so eager that you had found it adorable how needy you both were for each other.

From the material of his underwear, he unleashes his cock. Your fingers were wrapped around his length, listening to the low whimper from Eddie like it was music to your ears, curling into your touch, stroking your hand as your fingers were already sticky with his precum dripping from the tip of his cock. 

"Um, do you have a condom?" There was a pause after your question, Eddie panting as he squinted his eyes at you like so much blood had rushed to his dick that his brain was delaying everything else. 

“The—in my nightstand.” He finally answered as you hopped off of his lap and crawled to the side of the mattress, your hand fishing for the big rectangle box of rubbers.

Your eyes widened at the XL label, slowly glancing back at Eddie as he shrugged his shoulders. His breath was still heavy from just wanting to touch you again. 

You definitely weren't allowed to touch another condom again. Your first attempt of trying to open the plastic wrapping with your teeth ended with you ripping the condom inside in half.

Your second attempt wasn't much better. Your hands were slippery from the lube that had gotten on your fingers. Just as you twisted your fingers around the plastic to tear it, your fingers slipped away from the wrapper and collided with Eddie’s nose. 

Your boyfriend huffs in laughter before snatching the wrapper from your hands and putting on the condom himself.

You were comfortable enough to laugh about it, Eddie trying to soothe you as much as possible with the warm feeling of his hands rubbing against the top of your thigh as you shed your underwear and positioned yourself over the tip of his cock. 

"Oh, s—shit," Eddie grunted when you lowered yourself onto his shaft, your arms trembling as you used your thighs to hold yourself up with your head tucked into his shoulder. 

Eddie let you set your own pace, his hands fisting by his side into the bed sheets as his face scutched in bliss from the feeling of you struggling to take just his tip inside of you. 

The feeling of your heart beating so hard that he could feel it against his chest, his arm snaking around the curve of your waist to help you balance yourself out, listening to every small nose that parted from your lips. 

As you shifted your hips to slowly take all of him, coaxing the same moan from each other, Eddie rested his head against your chest, pulling you in closer, practically hugging you as if his entire cock hadn't been buried inside of you. 

The feeling of him stretching the warmth of your walls makes you feel light-headed. You wanted your body to get used to the size of him as quickly as possible, taking much more than what you had expected. 

Your face twisting in pain as you squirm in his lap, trying to get rid of the sting of pain from slamming down on him with little preparation. “Take it at your own pace angel, you can take it.” Eddie encouraged you from below, leaning up to kiss you, using his mouth to relieve some of the pain, dividing your attention between your tongue invading his mouth. 

Your hips stuttered, raising them slowly before starting a more stable pace. The creak in his cheap box spring was almost as long as Eddie’s moans as you rode him.

He tightens his grip around your waist, restarting himself to not snap his hips to match your pace, wanting you to have full control for your first time. 

"Hmm—so big Eds," you mumbled, the fan of your breath against his ear, slamming your hips and grinding against him. He felt like he was going to pass out as he had died, and the pearly white gates were the spread of your thighs, and his heaven was the feeling of your cunt squeezing around his cock. 

"You feel so good, Y/N," Eddie rasped. "So fucking perfect." His words of encouragement make you feel drunk just from his words.

Your hips rocking at your own pace, it was starting to become unbearable on Eddie’s side of things. His hips were trembling to the sound of your wet folds struggling to take him all the way down to the base. 

The cool metal from his fingers brushed against the warm skin of your thighs, his hips shifting up almost like he was struggling to restrain himself.

You looked down and instantly recognized the pleading look, the look that told you that he needed every inch of you. Your lips met in approval as his hips bucked up into yours at his own pace.

Your head drops in pleasure, resting your forehead against his shoulder, your moans echoing like a sweet tone in his ears.

He could feel the trembling in your legs, struggling to hold himself up as he had his way with you. Eddie decides to give you a bit of mercy, wanting you to be as comfortable as possible. 

The moment he pulls out of you, your insides feel weird, like a ghost of him still lingering inside of you pulling away as he picks you up by your thighs with a grunt, shifting your position so that you lie with your back against the mattress. 

There was a cute moment when the tip of his cock pressed against your opening, a dopey grin on his face being replaced with a moan that fell in rhythm with yours. You both feel reconnected, he slides his entire length back inside of you where you thought he belonged all along.

"You feel so fucking good," Eddie whimpered, his voice low. "You gotta let yourself go, Angel. Come on, I know you want to." leaning down as you chased after his lips, kissing him deeply.

His tongue slid into your mouth, parting your lips as the rough skin of his thumb rubbed rough circles against your clit. You had to reach your hand and place him in the right position, but it was the thought that mattered the most to you.

The new sensation is enough to drive you over the edge, and Eddie is watching your body tense and tighten from under him. The feeling of you squeezing around his cock, drawing out his own orgasm, his thrusts stuttering as he continued to ride out yours. 

His fist clenched around the blanket just beside your head as he ducked into the crook of your neck.

Grunting against your neck with every thrust, his orgasm untumbled the feeling from his eyelashes fluttering from squeezing his eyes closed as he fell limp against your chest, a breath being thrown from your lungs.

You couldn't help but laugh to the best of your ability.

The feeling of Eddie laying his entire weight against you wasn’t something that you were a stranger to, it was just the first time you’d done it while being naked and him not threatening to throw you into a headlock.

Watched him struggle to stand on his own two feet, his thighs clenching as he stumbled to throw the condom away before you could peel back the blankets and slip between the bed sheets holding the blanket up as Eddie crawled to lay in front of you.

Lying on your side, your arms encircling his torso as you put your head on his shoulder and savor the warmth of his body.

Your thumb felt at ease touching his arm. "I feel like I could totally last longer than that, by the way." You chuckled, reaching your leg over his and hooking the bend of your knee into his thigh to cuddle closer to him. 

"Well, my parents think I’m at band practice, so we have the rest of the afternoon."

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I hope you're having a good day! And if not I hope you find comfort

hey there anonymous; good morning, you sent this to me last night when i was well in bed (sun had barely even set, even; time change makes sleeping at 8 feel even earlier than usual);

mostly ignoring this to blog a bit about the usual thing i always whine-about (maybe it:ll help someone 'relate' or feel 'less alone' but lord knows its just me spinning wheels cause i like writing): the flattening of my mood: like every-thing had just become this one singular wide featureless plain with all site in sight being just the same stretch without pit and without hill: the sort-of landscape that'd provoke NO PASSION and NO THOUGHT equally and just-so also smooth away any great pain and any great joy: which is exactly just the comfort i am tired of, as it:s like some crawling thing that keeps taking more and more, example: food now all tastes the same, too, taken under by that same wasteland plain barren; although i:d describe my mood as being fairly 'up' (there are still things i:d been getting keen about: writing isekai story, the new ABA in strive looks really cool, i have religious programming to write, there is new media to read and watch) it never seems to amount more than a small 'pop' that ends-up nearly always more disappointing than fulfilling or centering; it is like the spirit has begun evaporating out of me through these little fissures in the Make of my material that had let that esprit DRY, KILN, BAKE, ASH out and leave the innerworks of me (MARA!) as little more closer and closer to being some fine spotless beetle of mechanics, and operations, clicking with spring and circuit forward and forward to next task: cook, eat, clean, exercise; count in fours always; pray in mornings, too; it is the experience of life not as a person but as the mechanical, where life ceases to be felt as life and yet as mere experience of time (both four letter words, as it were; vision poor enough they:d be the same grey smudge on the screen; vision poor enough they:d be the same dead bug on windshield before the bugs themselves became rare); my mood has been up and i still have these black thoughts flowing out from Dieth and Daniela and centered around how inescapable and infinite Wasteland seems: the self is extricated out and becomes a paperdoll where (impersonal) you imagine it undergoing a hanging or a suffocating of all air, and imagine the 'ecstasy' of whether the viewer can undergo the felt feelings of the paperdoll as it goes to 100% material; the act of moving limbs to go through with the task, to resolve, to collect the instruments, to imagine the Afters (the people who knew), to imagine all the things unsaid and things yet wanted to do and done undone and the willingness to let self be robbed of 'fate' (?) where death claims its 'natural' (?) due;

very-much i:d just like to write and focus and be left fulfilled, but it:s all fairly boring; i:d like to play the new ABA and grind her in practice mode (i SHAN'T be spending money on games though) and just instead imagine how anxious sitting in a practice mode hitting buttons feels and can:t imagine undergoing that more than eight minutes at most (this is much how writing is; much how drawing is); there:s this alien quality being poured in-to me, may-be byproduct of adhering to Etiquette like the years of slowly embodying an ill philosophy has led me further ill and alien: it becomes harder and harder to find any reason to talk to another, to nurture friendships, to say Hey, to want to do anything with others as it all just becomes more stretch on the barrenland and buttons to hit and mechanical beetle limbs to undulate, undulate, driven just by fluid sacs or what-ever dumb organ drives beetles (for me it:s my yap organ).

all of this is to say: i wish i could be playing new ABA cause i like her design a lot but can:t imagine playing a fighting game ever being fun without having a friend to do it with, and nothing sounds more boring to me at the same time, but i:m tired of being bored, too. i want to be at a joyous tone 4! a joyous tone 4! so engender a joyous tone 4 in your own life, anonymous, cause if you will it surely it:ll happen.

[first-edition]

Jesus “Freak”

Smut-mas day 3

Matt Murdock x reader

Sum- When drunk Christmas Eve leads you and matt to the abandoned church he shows you just how much of a Jesus freak he is.

CW- cussing, sex, oral! Fem reciving, Mentions of religious deities, Church sex, smut, 18+ language and themes, unprotected (wrap it before you tap it)

“shh!!” Matt drags you into the church out of the snowing cold. 

You gasp looking up.

“wow matty!” You laugh at your drunk friend. He laughs back at you. As you admire the ceiling despite it being run down and broken.

“this is my secret hide out! I come here so often.” He says he giggle moving closer to him. 

“What do you do? Pray to the little man in the sky?” You mock. He chuckles 

“that…and i think about you.” He says turning to you his red circled glasses slipping off the bridge of his nose. 

“You..are drunk.” You slur. 

“so are you.” He replies. 

“no no no if I hadn’t played pool with you it wouldn’ve happened.” You say going back to your very cometive game of pool table, who ever makes a shot the other has to drink.

“do you really think about me?” You ask 

“yeah…a lot. Too much probably. I think about everything.”  “Whats everything?” You ask. 

“your smell, the f-feeling of your hair, the sound of your voice, the softness of your skin.” He replies. 

“I think about you too matty..i think of your smile and your pretty eyes, your humor, you hands, your abs, the way you admire me.” You say 

“well i think about what your body would feel like, how arm you are.” He says 

“Matthew…” you say 

“hmm?” He asks 

“kiss me.” You say he immediately places his hands on your cheeks and pulls you in kissing you. What was supposed to be a short peck turneed into a full on make out session. 

He walks you backwards until you hit the edge of a pew. You pull off his shirt he takes off yours as you both hungrily kiss each other. His cold hands search your waist feeling you and meet the clasp of your bra easily taking it off. You dont know if its from his daredevil sense or him being a man whore.

Regardless you fall back on to the soft pew seats as up pulls your hips to him. You grind against him as he pulls you pants and underwear off your shoes long gone somewhere. 

“please matty fuck me.” You 

“were in the house of god y/n you cant say that.” He chuckles 

“Jesus Christ matt.” You huff he presses his lips against yours dropping his pants and begins to enter you. You gasp at his large dick pushes into you. Giving you a second to adjust he begins to thrust into you. At this point giving now mercy. 

Your nails run down his back surely leaving marks he get back at you by leaving Hickeys. 

“Fuck so good.” He huffs. 

“i-i thought, Ngh, we were in the house of god.” You moan out. 

He replies with thrusting into you rougher as his thumb finds your clit. 

Causing your back to arch. Matt makes sure to feel you as much as he can despite his daredevil super hearing and stuff he’s still blind. He savers your kiss and the feeling your or cunt around his dick. The way your breasts jiggle under his hand, the feeling of your hands on him. 

“ah matt-” you gasp as you cum around him. A few more thrusts and it dosnt take him long to cum as well in his drunk state forgetting that cumming in someone could get them pregnant. 

It ends in a make out session then him putting two pews together making a makeshift bed as he puts his large coat over you both as you drift to sleep

….

Waking up to the sun absolutely blinding you. You look over seeing a sleeping matt. 

“oh fuck..” you whisper sitting up barley rembering your adventures. You look around at the abandoned yet beautiful church. You run your fingers through you hair fixing it a bit. 

“matt…Matthew.” You bump him awake you opens his eyes as it takes him a second to realize what’s going on. 

“oh shit…” he says putting his hand to his face. Sighing. 

“a game of Drinking pool will be fun he says, what could go wrong he says?  You huff and push him away from you getting you finding your clothes he does that same. 

“im sorry..I didn’t mean to take advantage of you or anything.” He says pulling on his underwear. 

“What?! No matt shut up you didn’t do that you could never. he nods. Turning around grapping his shirt. 

“ooh.” You hiss seeing his back then laughing. 

“shut up i fucked you up good too.” He says signally to your neck and chest you look down seeing the marks.  “damn.” You reply putting of your shirt.

Matt pulls on his pants and shirt.

“OH FUCK! SHIT!” He stand up looking at you.

“What?!” You look around after pulling on your pants and grabbing your shoes. 

“i um…i..” he sighs sitting against the arm of the church pew. Covering his eyes. In shame of something. 

“what what!” You ask 

“i-..damn it…I accidentally..yah know in you.” You say putting his head back. 

“fuck Matthew!” You exclaim. 

“Im so sorry.” He says

“its okay i promise ill go get a plan B today.” You say you hear him sigh. 

“y/n.” He asks. 

“hmm?” You ask pulling on your boots. 

“i-i dont want this to be a frequent thing. I mean us getting drunk and have in sex in a church…i would like us to have sex sober..and after a nice dinner.” 

“are you asking me out Murdock?” You ask. 

“y-yeah.” He says putting his glasses on. 

“Okay..yeah. But it took you this long to ask?” You say he chuckles and nods

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock smut #Matt Murdock #daredevil smut #Daredevil #matt murdock x reader smut

[opultea]

The Daily Grind

Modern AU Otaku Cyno x GN Reader (No Pronouns)

Fluff - SFW - Drabble

Note: Hi! I know it's been a while, I hope you've been well! Although I'm not able to dedicate much time to writing, I had a lot of fun with this one, sweet and simple, so hopefully you'll enjoy it too :))

“Honey? Are you still in here?”

“Y/n, come look at this,”

Cyno had been holed up in his office for a few hours now, and you naturally began to worry about his well-being. After not seeing him for so long, despite it being his day off, searching for him seemed the best course of action.

Upon entry to the surprisingly dim room, you saw your husband sitting in front of his desk, religiously refreshing a page on his main monitor. His desk was decorated entirely with figurines and memorabilia from his various favourite games, anime and movies, proudly displayed with their positions maximised to have each turned for its best angle.

“Would you like the light on, love?”

“Oh,” Cyno turned to the window, seeing the dusk for the first time. “Yes, I didn’t realise how late it had gotten. Thank you, light of my life,”

“I don’t know whether to be happy with the cute nickname or annoyed at the pun,”

“The first one sounds good to me,”

You flicked the light switch and approached Cyno’s desk, Cyno graciously pushing the gaming chair he sat in out far enough for you to take a spot on his lap.

“What’s kept you in here all day?”

"They're about to release the newest Genius Invokation TCG card packs and there's said to be five-hundred signed copies of the newest character card mixed into the preorders. I must obtain the treasured signed copy, or I cannot call myself the legendary Cyno; Genius of Genius Invokation TCG."

You smiled lovingly at your husband's characteristic flair. It was always so charming how invested he became in his passions.

"Well, good luck to you," you sealed the wish with a kiss on Cyno's cheek.

"Thank you, with this blessing my power will only grow. The magic of your love has imbued me with the strength I require to prevail against all odds," Cyno took a brief moment away from refreshing the page. "Although, I may need another. Just in case,"

"Really?" You smiled playfully, brushing the game devotee's hair from his face to properly take in the red of his eyes. "Just in case, then."

The two of you met in a kiss, followed by another, and one more for good measure. When you parted, Cyno's hand came around to your back, keeping you close.

"Do you want something to eat?" You asked softly, twisting a lock of his silvery hair between your fingers.

"As long as it's something I don't have to look at to eat, I need to concentrate."

"Alright, as long as you don't spend all our money on buying a hundred different packs,"

Cyno's silence overtook the room, causing your eyebrow to raise.

"Honey?"

"I will do my best to honour both my commitment to you and to my quest."

#fluff #genshin impact #genshin x reader #gn reader #no pronouns #romantic #gender neutral reader #sfw #genshin impact x reader #cyno x reader #cyno genshin impact #otaku cyno #married #drabble #cyno fluff #cyno drabble #husband cyno #modern au #genshin impact x you #genshin x y/n

[mummers-of-the-heart]

Sample of “Throw away everything I have in me, or every indulgence a story | Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader”

So behold a sample of the meet cute I started writing for Leon Kennedy based on idol dating game song, which to my credit still had some big influence on the fic, that rapidly turned into a... I think postmodernism short story. Anyways, as voted on earlier this week, the final fic will include footnotes for the end of the fic with the journal articles that came to mind as I was writing this. I will be trying to get this out by this Saturday so in the meantime, take this small sample.

Premise: A meeting at a bar between two people, who indulges in their vices, that leads to many unspoken words.

Slight Angst/Postmodernism/Hurt Comfort/Social critique Related to Resident Evil's Themes/Meet Cute/Second Person (You pronoun) Song: Never… by Kotobuki Reiji (CV: Morikubo Showtaro), Translation by Utapri No Sekai

Content warnings: Non sequential storytelling. Underaged drinking (reader in flashback), drink responsibly. Unspecified time skips. Substance abuse including alcohol and cigarettes. Discussions and implications of substance use as a coping mechanism. Slight bad language. Somewhat religious language with indulgences and vice as well as sin. Unhealthy childhood home for reader. Leon and his whole deal, especially post-RE4 stuff. Depression. Isolation. Both reader and various people mentioned in this are struggling as well. EVERYONE GETS DEPRESSION! References to The Carpenters music.

In the cold night, you lean on the side of the building watching as the cigarette burned between the fingers of your friend. Golden embers lit up the alleyway providing color to the monotone backdrop.

There was a story behind your friend’s habit. One that you never asked about. It was theirs and theirs alone, why should you dig into their history?

“You sure you don’t mind?” The words drift in the air as your friend opens their mouth.

“I don’t mind.” You reassure them as they grind the cigarette against the wall, putting out what color it was giving off. “Want to head in now?” A slight quirk of your head towards the entrance of the bar accompanying those words.

A smile graces their gentle features before they walk towards the entrance. An answer wasn’t needed after the day the pair of you had.

By the time you make it into the bar, it’s got a decent crowd each with their own desires.

Off to the corner was a man with dirty blond hair and striking blue eyes, his grip on his glass of liquor tight as if afraid to let it go.

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#leon kennedy x reader #crew announcement #resident evil #x reader #writers on tumblr #sample #resident evil x reader #fan fiction #teaser from the crew

[emblemxeno]

Apologies if something like this has been asked before, but what would you say are your favorite things about Fates? I’m curious because I actually like the games quite a bit, and I also enjoy hearing what other people like about them.

No worries, anon!

1-The Characters

Fates, imo, has a very stellar cast. Characters like Corrin, Xander and Takumi I've gone over already in how much I adore them, but honestly the vast majority of the cast is great! There's a few I'm only neutral towards, and only one I actively really dislike, the rest I'm at least pretty fond of. The first gen cast in particular I think does a good job at having strong character interactions, especially cross kingdom supports; the big differences between how citizens of Nohr and Hoshido respectively go about their lives is crafted with a very deliberate dichotomy that is initially platformed as something forever incompatible, but is then subverted in various points in all three routes.

2-The Gameplay and Content

The mechanics and game flow introduced in Awakening I think was finely tuned in Fates. Pair up being more player controlled leads to satisfying strategies, and reclassing and skills are less centered around grinding. I like how the cast more often than not have min-maxed stat lines with clear strengths and weaknesses, as to me, that supplements an already important aspect of how FE plays regarding it's classes. That being said, classes like bow users and Armor Knights got very good niches that were very needed to not be completely outclassed. Class sets being varied by supports not just for the children but also the first gen cast was a fantastic choice as well, as it encourages other combinations beyond just getting extra stats in pair up. Dragon Veins were an amazing interactive gameplay element, and added an extra way to interact with the maps beyond navigating around terrain. Lastly, each route has a bevy of unique content, mostly maps, but Revelation has lots of exclusive supports as well!

3 The Music

The game's ost is phenomenal. An underrated aspect of the FE series is how its music is used to convey the games' stories through sound. With map themes alone, there's progression and intent. Birthright, for example starts with the light and spirited "Past Light" track, before shifting to "Justice RIP" and "No Justice", both signifying that things are getting more serious and dangerous, the latter being notable in that it's a Nohrian track to go along with how you're now in Nohrian territory. Then the triumphic "Alight" only starts when you're in the homestretch, facing familiar enemies whom were beaten before and can be beaten again. And, again, that's just four tracks! The entire ost paints a picture, be it in gameplay, story, or supports. There's even an entire track that only plays when a character's about to die in gameplay, and only gets brought in cutscenes to show how dangerous a particular foe has gotten! It's immaculate. And of course, Lost in Thoughts All Alone is an amazing lyrical track.

4 The Art style and Designs

People can rag on how certain characters or classes are designed in this game, but one thing that I think can't-or shouldn't-be denied is that the cast and setting have presence; they're recognizeable and give a taste of what's what. Besides Hoshido and Nohr being the typical "white" and "black" kingdoms, Hoshido has more spiritual or outside the box classes; they have the resources to experiment and hyper-specialize in certain crafts, even having religious classes, merchants, and blacksmiths available for options. Nohr, meanwhile, has more armor and mounts; it's a kingdom trained to be effective at competition and warfare in order to survive, and must forgo experimentation for practicality. The game is also just very pleasing to look at, where the muted but varied color palette makes characters and locales visually distinct without being too loud. There's also a lot of neat animations that characters do in battle, many that lots probably didn't notice or haven't even seen, which to me showcases a deep care and passion put into the little things.

5 The Story

While of course, not everyon'e cup of tea, I'm extremely fond of Fates' narrative. Mostly because, in storytelling media, there's always more than just words to convey a story. It's why I listed the other points before this one, because they all contribute to Fates' narrative construction. Pull from map music to hear what the story wants you to take from it from that point in the campaign, pull from character designs and portraits to see what to expect from a character's personality at a glance, see stats, classes, and personal skills to see and put into action how that unit plays and interacts with the map they join in, take a moment to really examine the terrain of maps both for strategy and to take in the kinds of environments in the game's world. Fates has a lot to say-probably too much for its own good-and so efforts were made to say things without words being necessary.

Beyond that, I think the story itself is gripping and involves themes and symbolism very easy to get lost in though (tee-hee) about. Individuality and authenticity, rejecting status quo, pacifism, the cycle of hatred/vengeance, commonality and understanding amongst opposites, etc. Hell, I tend to get into my own head about how characters are written or how moments are utilized in the story to tie back into a theme of some kind, because there's just that much to unpack.

So yeah. That's that.

#queue #fire emblem fates #not to say Fates is perfect though #i think there's still could be some kinks ironed out #change around forging and weapon debuffs for example #and the some plot aspects can be a little cheap #but overall what works in the game I find REALLY works and I'm satisfied with that

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Wanna know what grinds my gears? THIS

I hate, and I mean HATE when they draw Felicia as shorter than Peter. Why? Because canonically they're the same height. They are BOTH 5'10.

And I swear to god artists do this way more often than you think

Felicia should NEVER be drawn shorter than Peter, and if anything she should be drawn taller than him on many occasions, literally whenever she's in any type of heel.

But comic artists just seem to forget this. Like I swear I can't be the only one who notices this. They'll either draw her inches shorter than him, or draw them at the same height, but sneekily put her in heels or wedges. (Like the video game does.)

This I can excuse because it could be from before her height was established but excuse me???? what the fuck is this?????

Why is he like 5-6 inches taller than her? Hmm? Below is how it should be. Felicia should always be at eye-level with Peter.

Them standing side-by-side isn't this.

It's this.

And honestly, The Evil That Men Do is probably one of the only series that really follows this religiously - always drawing Felicia as the same height as him, without heels, and it just makes sooo much more sense, I mean come on.

These are their canon heights.

Felicia Hardy is not a small woman. She's a goddamn 5'10 gold medal gymnast with double DDs. She's a big woman, she's a Stallion, sis. She's taller than both MJ and Gwen. Stop drawing her shorter than Peter. I cannot find one instance in which an artist has drawn her in heels taller than Peter. Why????

They'll let her stand in heels next to 6'1 Tony Stark (in the panels it makes her the same height as him, but not taller. Even though she looks to be wearing 5 inch heels and not 3 inch, but WHATEVER) but they never let Felicia stand in heels next to Peter.

And if they do they either make them the same height, therefore implying she's shorter than him without heels, or they say fuck it and make him like 6 inches taller. I froth and foam at the mouth

QUIT IT COMIC BOOK ARTISTS. CUT IT OUT. PETERFEL HEIGHT EQUALITY.

#peter parker #felicia hardy #spider-man #spiderman #marvel #marvel headcanons #marvel comics #peter parker x felicia hardy #peterfel

[ciaossu-imagines]

Heyy wishing you all the best in these tough times! Lets talk about our favorite group of delinquents! Which of the guys believe in paying for the entire date, and which of the guys believe in paying 50/50? Are any of them religious? Which of the guys are good at adulting (i.e. paying taxes/bills, etc.)? How about homra adopting a stray cat? I answered most of your asks and got 4 more left in my inbox, do you have any hc/thoughts about my AU?

Hey! Thank you so, so much for saying that and for the welcome and lovely distraction! And for answering all of those so quickly – I’m very impressed as I figured I wouldn’t be getting answers for a while, since I asked so many questions. I haven’t read all of your AU posts but now that I know that many are answered, it’s definitely going to be my before bedtime reading tonight, while I wish for sleep to actually set in haha. Plus, that way I can reblog and comment on them either tomorrow morning or after work tomorrow. Probably after work tomorrow, that way I can reread them again and get a boost of happy after dealing with a new coworker who is…troubling, to say the least. As far as your AU’s though, you know I think they’re godly. Can I just say though, in weird thoughts I’ve been having, your warehouse AU would make a great romantic comedy/gag comedy anime and I would totally watch that anime spin-off or read full on fics about that (the gag comedy is definitely HOMRA and S4 dealing with each other and the HR department). For your band AU, I go in between wishing it was a full out anime so I could hear all the lovely music (I don’t know many Japanese girl groups, so I’m not sure what they sound like, but I know quite a few Korean ones and wonder if they would sound anything like those kind of vibes and if so, which band sounds the most like the girl’s group) and thinking that it would make such a fantastic otome/stat grinding/rhythm game combination…and those are my weird thoughts on it. I’ll share more individualized thoughts on each post as I reblog, because they’re too good to just reblog and not leave comments on! Now onto the thoughts on our boys!

Which of the guys believe in paying for the entire date and which of the guys believe in paying 50/50?

I definitely think Kusanagi and Dewa would be the ones who steadfastly insist on paying for the whole date. Both men like to believe they’re ‘gentlemen’ and they would consider it against their pride as men to go dutch. Chitose pays, but he only pays because he’s definitely one of those dicks who would pull the ‘you owe me sex because I bought you dinner’ shtick. Eric would prefer to go dutch, just because he’s not exactly flush for cash, but if the person he’s on the date with definitely seems like they expect him to pay for everything (even though they’ve definitely ordered some expensive stuff), he’s going to do it to hopefully make them happy and make them like him more. He’s kind of easily taken advantage of in the dating scene, honestly. Bandou would pay entirely for the first couple of dates but would insist on either being treated occasionally in return or on going dutch after those couple of dates, while Shouhei and Fuji normally go dutch on dates, just so there’s no expectations and nobody feels like they might have been used for a free meal.

Are any of them religious?

I actually do headcanon Fuji as being quietly religious, having been raised in the Shinto faith. Chitose was raised Christan but defected from the faith. He still honestly believes in something, but he’s not sure he’d call it God and he’s no longer sure the Christian ‘God’ exists at all. Bandou was raised religious, but kind of goes in between observing and just completely ignoring religion, but I feel it’s something he gets back into more in his older age. Dewa, Eric, and Shouhei are all non-religious.

Which of the guys are good at adulting (i.e. paying taxes/bills, etc.)?

Surprisingly, Fuji is really good at adulting. He doesn’t have a lot of bills to pay, since he lives with his parents, but he does pitch in money every month from his work. He’s actually got a really healthy savings account, though he splurges on animal stuff for all the strays he picks up, drinks with the boys, and smokes. Dewa, of course, is the best at adulting. His main weakness, financially, is that he caves pretty easily when the other boys rely on him super heavily to bail them out of tight spots. He’s just really talented with numbers and budgets, so even doing so, he scrapes by every month with everything paid. Chitose is absolute crap as an adult and is normally the one that Dewa is bailing out. Eric really hasn’t had to be financially literate and he’s a terrible adult but god damn, he is trying, and he gets better at it bit by bit. Shouhei and Bandou are both about equally tied – some months all the bills are paid, other months there’s one or two that just don’t get paid because they used all the money up for fast food, drinking, and having fun. Oh well, is both of their attitudes, they’ll catch up next month. Both of them have been sent to collections at least once.

How about HOMRA adopting a stray cat?

Okay, but I actually have this exact topic added to the queue, hahahaha! Great minds and all, I guess, so I guess you’ll have to wait until this one comes out sometime in the next 40 days to read the full post.

#admin chatter #replies #k project #project k #homra #shouhei akagi #bandou saburouta #chitose yo #yo chitose #dewa masaomi #eric solt #eric surt #fujishima kosuke #headcanons

[nitrosodiumfmp]

Games Like Sinister | Aesthetics

Quake is a classic; a fast and brutal shooter from id's glory days, and massively influential as a 3D first-person shooter. The story of its development is interesting - it was originally conceptualized as a high fantasy game, but development was grinding to a halt, and so the team literally said "Let's just make it like Doom" and scrapped the fantasy elements in favour of guns and sci fi trappings. They kept the original maps, however, which gives the finished game an interesting vibe. You start off in a grimy tech-base before heading into dismal worlds filled with castles and dungeons. The enemies are all a fusion of this too, like the Ogre, a hulking monster pulled straight from a fantasy setting, but brandishing a bloodied chainsaw and grenade launcher. This unapologetic smashing-together of the futuristic and the medieval gives Quake a look that's hard as nails, and it's the sort of thing I want to do with Sinister, but more surreal too.

I love Cruelty Squad. Yes, it's a mess of vibrant colours, leering faces and questionable design decisions that makes my retinas bubble like eggs in a pan, but it's a uniquely-designed tactical shooter and immersive sim with some of the most interesting themes I've seen out of a game. As stated by the Steam page, it takes place in a "sewer infused garbage world", a biopunk dystopia where hypercapitalism is rife and corporations rule like gods. It is undeniably surreal, but there are some distinguishable elements; even basic locations like a shipyard or police station are ominous and Gothic, with arches, spires, and wooden columns. Maps like Paradise have strange buildings with spinning towers, and faces are on every other surface, many appearing like medieval gargoyles or grotesques. This weirdness vaguely ties in with the story as well. In the most basic (read: comprehensible by the human mind) terms, death no longer exists - people can be brought back to life, and so the value of life plummets, both economically and philosophically. In the last non-secret level, Archon Grid, you have to kill Abraxas, essentially Death. The reason that level is so surreal, floating pillars and a nonsensical layout, is because it's the point where life and death break down. It's not just weird and off-putting ironically, there's nuance behind it, and it's definitely relevant to Sinister.

I've spoken about Thief before; mostly about cognitive processing, and how its mechanical complexity makes any modern AAA game look about as deep as a trough of pigswill in comparison. This time I want to focus on the aesthetic. I think the best way to describe it is Gaslamp Fantasy. It's clearly medieval on the surface; castles, stonework, nightwatchmen, bows, but there's a more technological aspect to it. The main villains, the religious fanatic Hammerites, bring more steampunk technology, with electric lights, gears, gauges, even security cameras. However, it doesn't dip its toes directly into steampunk, and the more Victorian associations of that genre; the society is still medieval in architecture and sensibilities, but people have access to steam engines and Tesla coils. If it's not obvious so far, I love strange machinery and moving components in level geometry, and to combine this with a medieval look that I already had planned is pretty viable for Sinister.

NecroVisioN is an interesting game; a World War 1 shooter, that's unique enough, but with a combo system, and zombies, and vampires... and mechs... and demons... and dragons... It's a super-edgy mess of a game, and I can't help but love it. The most relevant part of it is the aesthetic when you enter the vampires' realm, miles below No Man's Land. It's very Gothic, ornate stonework et cetera, but there's a strange mechanical vibe to it as well. Generators, cisterns, and pipes, but still in that Gothic style; they're attached to walls with ribbed vaults and flying buttresses. This game is also more relevant graphically; it retains the 2000s fantasy aesthetic I talked about previously, with its stone corridors steeped in bloom and anti-aliasing, lit up with strong coloured lighting.

I love Ultrakill; while I'm not very good at it, I feel the vibe it gives out and I LOVE it. Fast-paced combo-based retro-styled bloody mayhem, using the Divine Comedy as a metatext like all good combo-based video games. Beyond it using Greek mythology as a basis, which is already quite relevant for the project, every area has a very strong aesthetic. The Prelude is a bloodstained mining facility, Limbo is fake gardens and cathedrals, Lust is a blue-n-purple city in the sky, Gluttony is a massive digestive system, Greed is a desert of golden sand, Wrath is an ocean (the River Styx after mankind's souls caused it to flood), Heresy is a city raining blood, and I'm keeping myself blind to Violence and Fraud, but they seem to be a grey labyrinth and a massive judicial building respectively. The game is super varied with environments, but it manages to tread the line of mechanical and futuristic imagery versus Gothic and religious imagery very well, with my closest comparison being Warhammer. The most salient example of this is the Heresy layer, where liars and false prophets endure eternal torture in crypts of boiling blood; stained-glass tracery is visible alongside gigantic industrial chains, hauling weights and pulleys into unseen chambers. The fact that it also takes place in Hell is also pretty usable for Sinister.

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[hanafubukki]

Will Hana be playing nightbringer? 👀

Thoughts on the game and the drama with the og game, expectations, hopes, worries? I’m a bit excited to see the past but also very annoyed that Lesson 80+ won’t be in the og game but rather in NB. Which means we’ll most likely have to wait for the “mc in the past” arc to end to get the rest of the CURRENT story instead of just,,,,,having duel games, both to play,,,,,also not happy with OB only having event updates cuz lately the events suck! Sorry but someone has to say it, every once in a while a nice event comes out, but they all follow the same algorithm and it’s just. Dude. Who’s suggesting these events, where can I submit a suggestion? Why not spice it up instead of the same endings every time :/

(and hello where is wedding event part two…)

Hello Anonie 🌺💚🌻

Thank you so much for asking. I have so many, many thoughts about nightbringer and I agree on the points you make fully! (this post is going to be long so going to put a cut to shorten it on dash a bit)

Yes, I'll be playing night bringer despite all the criticisms I have for the game and the devs right now because I'm interested and the tropes they use are some of my fave. you can't use time travel tope on me and expect me not to play....plus I want to know what happened to Simeon and who I need to go after. I also love purgatory hall residents so I cant wait to give them all the love 💜

I am with you that I am annoyed that they are continuing the game in NB and not in the OG game. I looked into it a bit more, and from what I’ve seen circulating around, it seems that NB is going to have new mechanics they couldn't put in the OG game. not only that, but your choices are going to matter now apparently, and the phone calls are going to be more romantic as well. They couldn't do that without overhauling the OG game which might make it unplayable. which to a certain degree I understand.

but what I DO NOT like at all is the fact that all our cards that we worked so hard to level up, grind for, collect, and trying to get game currency is going to be reset for the new game.

I don't know if the game is not going to have battles or not, but I assume it will. Unless they are going to make the whole game into a rhythm based game which I doubt unless they are going Enstars route?

but if it does have battles, why can't we use the cards we had before? there must be ways for us to use them or transfer them? surely? also, all the DVs some people must have saved? the grim and energy? all of that going to be reset? thats just irritating.

the OG game will be used for events and I guess in that sense, you can use your Dvs for...but what's the point? its not like events are hard to beat? unless they are thinking of spiking the difficulty level of events?

talking about the event....omg, the events. I have such...irritation with the events. Not only is the event constant and relentless, but the story is subpar.

There was a time when I played Obey Me very religiously (lol) constantly grinding for event and playing story, to the point that I got burned out because not only were the events constant without breaks and they kept releasing cards, but the story for each of these events just started becoming boring and dumb and just constant repeats of each other but with different scenarios.

its always a curse or a witch or luci wiping memories or it was a dream blah blah blah

it's always a tease too. for a 18+ game, you would expect for steamy bits. and it seems they even dumbed down the more "evil"? 'brutal"? aspects of it. for instance, they would talk about torture and other demon related things before but they don't now???

and as you said, the story is redundant. but let's also talk about the characters. the events always tries to put all the characters in the events. which shortens the events and screen time for the characters and at the same time, its just rehash off the usual. we also get no character development in these event because of it either.

it has to be said anonie, say it even louder! because the events suck. not only are you trying to get the cards, competing with other people for ranking (which I never do), they also made some events into those surprise gacha boxes.

I literally stopped playing events after that was introduced and then slowly gradually stopped because of the difficulty in the main story battles.

they really do need to spice up the events or change it. I think the constant events is really destroying the quality in writing. I hope that changes since they now need to get people to play both games. So they need to work harder on events.

another point you brought up that I agree with, we have to wait for this past arc to finish before we can go back to current arc. that's definitely something that I dont think many would be happy with.

not only was this past arc advertised as a big part of the NB game, which means we won't know when this arc will end and when we will get back to the current arc, which is irritating already.

we already have inconsistencies in the game, not to mention they have used the past trope a couple times already (MC dying, and then meeting them as angels...) some of the inconsistencies include, Solomon is wearing his RAD outfit when it doesn't exist yet and his red cape is missing. in addition, NB said that RAD doesn't exist in devildom...which is not true because one of the cards Luci mentioned meeting Dia as an angel and RAD was already established at the time.

They mentioned new models/outfits for the characters which might solve the whole uniform issue ...but still those story inconsistencies need be answered. unless they are saying this past is a different timeline? and please don't get me started on the OG timeline that we never hear about again.

the game is also adopting 3D models...lets say I'm not a fan. 3D models can be a hit or miss.

side characters are romancable but who knows when that will be...especially with the emphasis that the brothers are given right now. in that case...is it one character? or multiple? you can be together with? how would the side characters be implemented then?

I really went off there didn't I? lolol I guess I needed to let it out. despite my criticisms and irritation, obey me still gives me fond memories because of the fun I had.

it's just...some of the choices I do not agree with. I especially feel bad for those who bought the Dvs and Vip passes, how does that work for them?

but yeah, those are my thoughts. thank you for letting me rant lolol

(omg the wedding event, they should have one soon, because the new side characters will need their turn right? 👀👀👀 or eventually)

#answered #anonie ask #long post #omg I really went off 🤣🤣 #thank you Anonie for allowing me to do so #I didn’t realize I had so many thoughts and feelings about it

[terraem]

Tell me about breath of fire

Alright so in 1993 Capcom released the first Breath of Fire game for Super Nintendo, breaking into the turn-based RPG market and competing with series as Dragon Quest (at the time by Enix) and Final Fantasy (Square). It was an impressive title, sporting an isometric view during battles, with both party members and enemies having individual attack animations. On the overworld, characters could perform special actions depending on who was "leading" the party; for example allowing the main character Ryu being able to fish at certain spots, and the hunter Bow being able to walk through wooded areas.

The game reviewed exceptionally well with critics and sold very decently in Japan, though was only modestly successful in North America. The games in the series it spawned tended to sell well enough, but never seeing major succes. The important part though, is that the first game did well enough to spawn sequels; one more on the Super Nintendo, two on Playstation and one for PS2.

One thing I've always felt held the series back is that the actual battle mechanics are okay at best. Every game in the series does cool and interesting things with the characters to up their combat abilities; fusing characters, a system for combo-ing magic to turn spells into bigger and more powerful spells and customizing abilities through a "master" system. Most importantly though, the main character in every game (always a different blue haired boy named Ryu) can transform into a dragon. This looks and behaves a bit differently in every game, from being a single powerful attack to becoming a different character entirely, but Ryu actually being a dragon is a focal mainstay of the series. Despite all this, RPGs tend to be numbers games and they're generally not that impressive. At the end of the day, you hit enemies with weapons and magic until they die while healing yourself to stay alive. However cool it looks, it's very standard RPG fare. This isn't helped by the fact that in the original releases (updated re-releases fixed this somewhat) of the first and second game, leveling up was a huge grind.

Where all Breath of Fire games stand out from their contemporaries is their characters, story, art and (especially in later entries) music. Every main title progressed in these regards, with 3 and 4 especially being held up to this day as mastercraft in sprite art. Likely even if you've never played or even heard of the series, you'll have seen some (fan-)art of characters from some of the games. Stand outs are Nina and Katt from the second game, who continue to be popular with artists to this day.

Starting from the first game, the Breath of Fire series has never shied away from trying to tell a mature story, working them into the story on such a fundemental level that not even 90s era censured translations could fully take it out. Very early it tried (and arguably succeeded, your mileage may vary) on handling subjects of attempted genocide, religious abuse and human experimentation.

What make these games such a pleasure to play to this day (especially the 3rd and 4th games) are how beautiful they are. The sprite work is meticulous and everything is wonderfully animated.

And then there's the music. Someone more knowledgeable on the subject could write an entire post about it no doubt. But where (J)RPGs are often well known for their impressive musical compositions, Breath of Fire 3 and 4 did some cool and interesting things as well. 3 is well beloved for it's unconventional jazzy tunes, for example:

Personally I'm very partial to the 4 soundtrack, the battle themes in particular which change depending on what side of the world map you're on. With either Western and Eastern inspired elements to it.

Anyway, thank you for me trying to summarize why I love the Breath of Fire series. Maybe Capcom will ever make a new one, probably not. 5 was a very different game and I've yet to play it. 6 is a Japan exclusive mobile game. But here's hoping.

#breath of fire