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b00ket · 4 months
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holy shit nathan ur TITS
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manonamora-if · 1 year
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The Interactive Fiction DataBase - IFDB
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What is the IFDB?
The IFDB, or Interactive Fiction DataBase, is a game catalogue, recommendation engine, and a platform to play games requiring an interpreter (to run the code).
As a catalogue, the IFDB is meant as a place to create a bibliography of IF games created throughout the years (over 12 thousands!), to leave a trace that these existed. It is maintained by its members. Anyone can join and add a listing or fix a mistake. You can also find listing for past IF competitions!
As a recommendation engine, the IFDB provides not only lists of the best-rated entries, but will show you games that you may enjoy based on the ones you've played/rated or what other members have played/rated. Entries are also categorised by tags, which are all searchable. Members are also able to create lists to recommende games they've enjoyed! Or leave reviews of those games too!
Finally, some games may require an interpreting engine to run. Those interpreters can be sometimes difficult to track down or to set up, especially for new players. The IFDB has a system that will allow you to play those games directly in your browser by clicking the button : Play Online (only available if the game has been uploaded through the IF Archive).
Why is the IFDB important?
The internet is a rapidly changing place. Preserving information is not only important for future generations, but can help current generations find information about what is happening now. Archiving creates a historical record of what the IF landscape looked like.
Along with the IF Archive (which archives IF games), the IFDB makes viewing the history of IF much easier to browse.
However, the IFDB lacks in many aspects. Not every IF community is aware of the database, which means many projects do not appear in this catalogue. While the IFDB has currently over 12k listings, the VNDB (the Visual Novel DataBase) has over 40k! The IFDB is also lacking in entries in languages other than English...
The IFDB accepts any listing for games, made in any program, as long as said game is an Interactive Fiction game and has had a playable version available somewhere at some point (so it accepts WIPs with demo). /!\ Do not create a page for announced project without a release ! /!\
Why create an IFDB page for your game?
Aside from being part of preserving the history of IF (which is the big thing), and be able to share your work to a different part of the community, the IFDB is a great place to get and leave long-form reviews for entries.
If your project was coded in a program that requires an interpreter, it is a great place to host your game without worrying about newer players having to find and set up an interpreter.
If you have been part of an IF competition, or received accolades for your project, this is also a good way to showcase those achievements.
Finally, the IFDB is also a point of reference for IF Awards like the XYZZY and the IFDB Awards.
How do you create an IFDB page?
/!\ Please check that the game listing you want to add has not been added first! /!\
To create an IFDB page, you need to set up an account and be logged in.
Then click on Add a Game Listing, on the right menu in the main page. You will get the following page:
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(You should read through the Guidelines the first time you add a listing, they are located at the top of the page)
Though it looks long, there are only very few information required to create a page:
The title
The name(s) of the author(s)
It is recommended to fill in the date of first publication, development system (program used to code), language, IFID (if available) description of the game, and genre.
As for being able to play the game, you have two (non-exclusive) options:
list the URL of the website where the game is hosted
list the download URL of the game (can be done through the IF Archive, only if you are the author of the game!)
Note sure what something is? A description (or a link towards explanations) of what is expected is included for almost all items. You can also include information that is not listed in the drop-down case (like the System or language).
When you are happy with it, click Save changes.
You can also fix, edit, or delete information at any moment. You just need to click on the link Edit This Page at the bottom of the game page.
How do you add Ratings, Reviews and Game Suggestions ?
Logged in with your account, you have the possibility of leaving ratings and reviews on a game page. You can also help the IFDB algorithm by suggesting similar games to an entry.
The process is fairly straight-forward (clicking on the stars for the rating, clicking Review it for the review, and clicking Suggest similar games, for the suggestions). Thought you can find further explanations here, if you follow what the website is asking, you should not have any difficulty to complete the task !
If you review enough games, your name can end up on the main page!
How do I create a Competition Page?
Have you participated or organised an IF competition? Or are you cataloguing previous editions?
You can create a separate page for a Competition by clicking on Add a Competition Page on the right menu of the main page. You will then get the following page:
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Then it is a matter of filling the different relevant items.
The Competition Page allows for divisions within competitions (e.g. : the EctoComp had 2 categories, made under 4h and over 4h) and, if needs be, ranking.
Important Note: the competition entries need to already be listed in the IFDB to be added to a competition page.
What are Lists and Polls?
Lists and Polls are two other tools that interact with game entries.
Lists, also called Recommendation Lists, are lists a member will curate with games they are recommending to other members or viewers of the IFDB. Some are general (like best game ever) while others are more specific (like games with an AI that is nice). They are akin to public collections on Itch.io.
Polls are... polls.
Note: If a game is included in a poll and/or a list, these will appear on the game's page.
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TLDR: create an account, help preserve the IF landscape by recording its history, review games too :P
If I missed something, or something is unclear, let me know so I can edit it!
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inklessletter · 9 months
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Threatening to report minors for interacting with your public, non-functionally-age gated blog is a fucking joke and it is report abuse. Your blog is public, minors are probably viewing it right now. What is wrong with you?
Hi Anon. I was just about to reply the same way I did to the other anon that actually insulted me so gratuitously, because, seriously, just by the tone alone you might as well deserve it. But I am civil, because I see that there is a genuine lack of understanding of that rule, so I'm going to explain this one to you (though I don't have to, Anon, you should already know this, it's common sense, but I get that you may just not be aware).
Firstly, my blog is public because, if you cared to scroll down for half a minute, you'd have seen that I don't aim to post or reblog +18 stuff, and when I do post content that might be sensitive, I rate the post as Mature, so there's no need of a warning for the whole blog, it's just silly. I am careful like that, even though I have never posted anything explicit whatsoever. But I don't know if I'm going to come across an explicit post that it's so good that it deserves a reblog, or post something explicit myself (that, as I say, I would rate it as I should, and always respecting this site's ground rules), and those are the post I'm warning minors about, not the whole blog.
Secondly, (and this is where I think most people get lost in this issue) about the minors dni thing, you should keep in mind a simple thing: when OPs say "MINORS DNI" they are not protecting minors, they're protecting their blogs, their creations, and above all, themselves. No OP of age with the minors dni warning in their blogs sets this rule for the kicks, if we make a +18 post and allow comments or reblogs from clear minors this could be a potentially serious problem depending on the country or the laws that they apply to that. It is that simple. It's for our own protection. (Besides, some people just don't want minors interacting with their blog/posts, and that's okay).
And before someone goes like "how could you say that you're protecting your blog and not what kids see!!", I'm going to tell them (and I think I might be speaking for many of us here) that I am not responsible for monitoring what minors consume or don't consume on the internet, unless they're my kids. It's their parent's/tutor's/people who are responsible for them, not me. And believe me that I don't mean this in a rude way, but it is simply not my problem.
I have no issue whatsoever with minors interacting in non-rated posts, everyone is welcome here, that is actually the first rule of this house. That this is a safe place, and I think I can't stress this enough. What I am asking is for you to understand that I, as responsible for this blog, draw a line on minors interacting in rated/+18 post, either mine or something I reblog, under the consequence of being potentially blocked and/or reported. I have the right to do both blocking and reporting people that don't go with the rules, and honestly, I don't even have to warn about it, I'm just being clear here so we all know where we stand. It is, honestly, not hard to understand.
So, you see, there's a reason for that rule, and I thought that it was absolutely clear without having to go through this big-ass text post, but maybe you just didn't know it. I am not gate keeping anyone, I'm not an elitist, I am not an kid-eating ogre (I do actually like them, little wips of a person), I am just saying that in this particular blog, in my house, this is a rule that should be respected if you want to stay. If you don't then don't follow me (or block me, even, so you don't have to deal with the posibility of someday finding any of my post in your dash, it is really, really okay, since as I said before, I am not responsible for what you consume or not, but you are.)
And that, dear Anon, is what's wrong with me.
Have a nice night
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bakageta · 9 months
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The first of many WIPs to be posted! This one does get explicit later on, but I haven't included that part here. I'll reblog with a link to the whole fic on AO3. It's also a gift fic for @vexbatch for @fandomtrumpshate I hope you enjoy it! Questions Explicit 5.8k words
Starting over sucked. And yeah, technically, Eddie wasn’t starting completely over—their reputation had recovered somewhat after they’d been proven right—but the transfer from spoken word to written word wasn’t without problems. They’d written much of the scripts for The Brock Report, but articles were different. Articles varied by type, by scope, by publication. Editing wasn’t just done for quality or length but also for page layout in a paper or for ad breaks on a website; things Eddie wasn’t used to accounting for.
It was an intimidating shift, not helped by the fact that they’d somehow managed to secure a job with CIR, the Center for Investigative Reporting. They’d been popular with their show on MNBN, but with CIR Eddie would have the opportunity to cover things on a much larger stage. Only— they had to not fuck everything up.
You will not fuck everything up. Venom rolled over into awareness in Eddie’s mind as they made their way out of CIR’s glass and brick offices and towards the parking deck they’d left their motorcycle in. Their symbiote had done a good job of letting them focus on the meeting with CIR’s editors.
They flushed. It must’ve been the temperature change from the air conditioned building to outside summer heat. “Thought I was a loser, huh?”
In most things, yes, Venom agreed matter-of-factly, drawing an offended squawk from Eddie. But this you are good at.
“Ah— thanks? Thanks.” Eddie ran a hand through their hair awkwardly, but they couldn’t help their pleased grin. “Means a lot coming from the alien slime who lives in my stomach.”
They expected Venom to posture or at least grumble about the alien slime comment, instead their symbiote hummed against their spine in a content sigh. Better.
“Better?” Eddie wondered. They’d finally reached their motorcycle, and when Venom made no immediate response, they slipped on the helmet Venom disliked, revved the engine, and kicked the bike into gear.
They’d tried to time their meeting to miss out on the worst of the Bay Area traffic on their way home from Emeryville and hadn’t been entirely successful. Ahead of them, the cars slowed to a crawl, forcing Eddie to weave the bike's front tire back and forth in an effort to keep momentum as they slowed. It was a lost cause; eventually Eddie had to plant their feet on the interstate.
Times like this they almost regretted the motorcycle. A car would have at least had air conditioning.
We could swim, Venom pointed out, focusing Eddie’s eyes off to the side of the Bay Bridge ahead.
“We’d have to come back for the bike,” Eddie pointed out instead of flatly refusing. They’d quickly learned that Venom usually accepted reasoning, so long as the reasoning made sense.
That is not a no.
"Also not a yes." They crept closer to the base of the bridge. It would be better once they got on it. There would be a breeze.
Venom grumbled in Eddie’s head, but not in any sort of verbal way. It felt more like poking an old bruise to see if it was still there. At least let me be our helmet. We will be cooler.
"Sure." They pulled their helmet off and tucked it into the cargo netting on the tail of their motorcycle. Compromise was good, and anyone who caught sight of them as their symbiote formed over their head probably wouldn't believe their eyes.
Venom swept out from the base of Eddie’s skull in a cool wave over their scalp, face, and around their jaw. For a moment they were blinded, then the span of their symbiote’s glossy, white eyespots opened on the front of their false helmet and they could see. Their field of view was wider like this, and Venom helped compensate for the difference, soothing away the contradictions irritating their neurons. The perpetual toothy grin of their masked head unfurled along their jaw. Immediately, they felt cooler.
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kcscribbler · 3 months
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WIP Wednesday!
Thanks so much for the tag, @justabigoldnerd!
This is a snippet of a lengthy epilogue I added to the end of my Generations Fix-It sequel The Games We Play, as yet unposted because the rewrite is massive.
This is Prime!Spock and Kirk, not their AOS counterparts.
“So.” This close, he can feel Spock’s fond amusement but no real frustration at his disregard for public displays aboard ship. Age has mellowed him, too. “My…crisis of purpose, as you put it.”
Spock makes a vaguely inquisitive noise as he settles slightly, leaning back to observe the topographical changes on the planet below as their orbit shifts, no doubt to employ the aft scanners. “Was that an incorrect assessment?”
“No.” He sighs, closing his eyes. “I need something to do, Spock. It’s been a few years now, I’ve gotten used to this universe, I can work the technology with no issues, I know how to not disrupt the timeline. And I need to be something other than…I don’t know, the Vulcan equivalent of a late-life trophy husband.”
A sharp sound vibrates in the back of a Vulcan throat, and he has the fleeting impression across their residual connection that Spock has just swallowed an actual human laugh.
He smiles, eyes still closed. “I’m sorry, is that an incorrect assessment?”
“Technically, yes.” The amusement is clear in the tone, although it’s much quieter than they have been speaking, no doubt to his clear drowsiness. “Though I suppose not entirely inaccurate from a certain point of view. The situation is certainly unorthodox.”
“Well, I don’t think either of us have ever been exactly orthodox. But I’m well aware the rest of your delegation have zero idea why there’s a non-functional human tagging along for something so important. They’ve been kind enough about it, but it’s still…awkward.”
“I will admit that requesting your presence on this extended mission was a purely selfish act.” Thin fingers tighten around his briefly. “I am loathe to waste what time we have been given, in weeks spent apart. And I am grateful you saw fit to indulge me, despite your misgivings.”
No pressure tagging @strangenewwords, @affixjoy, @tigereyes45, @thewildballyntynesgrow, @iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid and anyone else who wants to join in. Whatcha workin' on?
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Alright, give me everything you've got // Rules and the Specifics
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dirtgemini · 7 months
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launching my patreon, just a little heads up & some info!
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regular work in progress updates, including extra wip content
documented process of art, including: timelapses, wip screenshots, drafts, thumbnails, references, & whatever insight i have into the piece
polls on future perks & art
older art that i dig up
art not posted publicly
first to see new finished art
an inbox for dms if you have any questions
18+ art (optionally)
🎵 there are two tiers - phase one is for only sfw content, and phase two includes 18+ content!
🎶 i have created a tag definition list to help prevent confusion & to prepare you for any potentially triggering topics as well, which you can view before deciding whether to follow or join!
🎵 patreon recently introduced collections to all creators, so i have some put together that you can check out if you're interested in specific content!
i am launching with a special offer for all those who sign up during my first couple of months!
⭐️ if you become a patron during november, you will receive an exclusive 2x3 printed photo sticker of the image of your choice! some examples from my sewing machine:
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🌟 if you become a patron during october, you will receive the sticker and a one-of-a-kind 8x6 pencil sketch of the subject of your choice!!
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wintershades · 7 months
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For WIP Wednesday, I offer an excerpt from an upcoming chapter of A Novel Guide to Courtship and Counterfeiting, which finds Revelry prince Fjord and Myriad princess Jester on a visit to Darktow.
When Jester is left feeling unwelcome due to her Myriad ties, Fjord honors his agreement to “make love to her in public.” (Well, uh . . . figuratively speaking.)
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“Everywhere we go,” Jester said, “people keep staring at me.”
“They’re just curious,” Fjord insisted, but the tiefling scoffed under her breath.
“That’s not the reason. You know that.”
Fjord watched her step back from the shop window, her attention turning to her own image in the glass. He’d feared that this would happen—that she’d finally come to Darktow, and she’d meet with the same cold reception he’d suffered as a child.
For once, he wasn’t the outcast or the stranger.
But what had he done to help her?
Since their arrival, he hadn’t so much as held Jester’s hand. He’d been so distracted, and being home again, he’d assumed the reserved manner that was expected of him. Maybe Jester thought he’d withdrawn from her on purpose.
As he dwelt on it, Fjord noticed something.
“Your bootlace has come untied,” he remarked, prompting Jester to look down at her feet. Then he said: “Here. Let me.”
With a touch on her shoulder, Fjord guided the tiefling to face him. He dropped to one knee among the stones and mud, and he gave her boot a playfully stern look, as if to admonish it for failing her. In response, Jester extended her leg toward him and pointed her toe in a manner most delicate and ladylike.
Then she hiked her skirt up a few inches, just above the top of her boots.
Fjord arched an eyebrow, watching Jester shimmy her shoulders and rustle her petticoat in the manner of a Port Damali chorus line dancer. He waited. And finally, when she least expected it, he caught her leg and guided her foot to rest on his thigh. He saw her tail swing out as a counterbalance; he heard her make a little sound of surprise.
“You need to watch your step around here,” he chided her. “People talk about the dangers of Darktow, but it isn’t the cutpurses you have to worry about. It's the shitty street maintenance.”
“It's that bad?” Jester said wonderingly, playing along. Fjord gave a grave nod.
“Oh, yes. The real horror is a twisted ankle”—and he let his hand glide down from her calf to her foot—“or a bruised shin”—and he strummed his fingers up the crosshatch of her bootlace—“or a scuffed knee. And what sort of princess has scuffed knees?”
“Not this one."
“I can see that."
Smiling slightly, Fjord began to fix the slipped laces back onto their hooks and tighten them up. With the care he applied to the task, one would think that he was lacing her corset instead—or at least, that he was quite accustomed to doing so.
“You'll have to mind the cliffs, as well,” he continued as he went along. “I don’t want to find a blue puddle at the bottom of any of them. Understood?”
“R-Right.”
Hearing that stutter, Fjord glanced up, and he caught Jester staring at him with her skirts held still in her hands. He could guess what she was thinking. From which of her romantic novels had he drawn inspiration? . . . From what hero had he learned these subtly intimate gestures? . . . .
Plot twist, motherfucker: He was making this shit up all on his own.
And now for the coup de grâce.
With a few brisk movements, Fjord tied off Jester’s bootlace in a bow. Then, he took her leg in his hands once more—and he bent forward—and he pressed his lips to her bare knee.
It was brief. It was light. It was nothing that anyone would have deemed unsuitable for the public view, if not for the way Fjord gazed up at Jester afterward. Because this was a look that said: Here is a woman who has brought a Revelry prince to kneel—and not for the first time.
A beat passed.
And another.
Then, very gently, Fjord guided Jester’s foot back to the earth. When he stood, he saw that her face was flushed dark, bringing her blue-sky complexion a shade nearer to dusk.
He leaned in close.
“If they want to stare,” he said, “let’s give them some real entertainment.”
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cielpansyhive · 4 months
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Cielpansyhive multichapter WIP list!
All of these are in various stages. Some fics are completely plotted, hence the chapter count, some chapters are to be decided still. Others are mostly figured out, a few are vague ideas. A handful of them already have a chapter mostly written that just hasn't been posted yet. I'm including works I have posted on AO3 but haven't finished in this list. I've been busy the past few years, I just haven't been posting or talking about my works. I'd love to answer questions about any of these, without spoiling anything of course.
Kuroshitsuji:
Revamp – Heavy LGBTQ+ characters and themes, modern setting. Sebastian rents out a room in Ciel’s house. After much flirting and interests are made aware, Ciel will have to admit to Sebastian he’s a trans man that has been living in stealth. Sebastian was never able to explore his identity freely. Both have old trauma they must navigate as well as society and family’s expectations. Friends to lovers sebaciel. Found family and discovery of identity. Drag queens galore! Background Alois/Lizzie, Grell/Madam Red, Agni/Soma. Slice of life, smut, sex positivity, mental health, trauma, angst with happy ending. (20 chapters) Currently under revision as this was my first fic!
Skilamalink – Crimson Peak AU, early 1900’s. Two brothers and their mysterious butler must find a way to get their hands on a small fortune. Their inheritance is sinking into the red clay. Ciel Phantomhive searches for a new bride in hopes of marrying into wealth. Tragedy follows the Phantomhives like a dark shadow. Astre Phantomhive is deathly ill and in need of treatment. While he knows there are sinister things that go on behind the scenes, in his wildest dreams he could never imagine what is being kept from him. When Elizabeth Midford comes into the picture secrets begin to unfold. Horror, whump, mystery, murder, ghosts, dark fic, smut, romance, multiple ships, implied incest, satisfying ending. (6 chapters)
Freakshow – 1930’s circus AU, The Great Depression era, prohibition. Sebastian has searched the city only to have every door slammed in his face. Reluctantly he turns to the only place he hasn't tried, the circus. The last thing he wants to be viewed as is a freak, but he doesn't blend in society very well with Marfan syndrome. Circus owner William T. Spears is falling apart at the seams. His circus is failing, though he'd never admit it to anyone. Too many people depend on him, namely his twin sons, Ciel and Astre. Ciel is the star of the show, the biggest and brightest. His acts include knife throwing, magic, and good old fashion card tricks, made even more impressive by his blindness. Even with the crowds dwindling, he's not ready to move out from center stage. Especially not for the rookie new act. Astre is bored to death. The circus has been the same for years. Same people, same acts, same crippling anxiety that keeps him from performing. People try to make the circus seem spectacular, but to Astre it's just dull, everyday life. Astre has a difficult time making friends due to his inability to speak. Heavy angst, some dark themes, slow burn, past Snake/Astre. (Chapters TBD)
Rumors – Famous AU. Modern setting. A model and a rockstar couple, how original. Sebastian and his band are at the top of their game. Everyone wants to interview them, the paparazzi won’t leave them alone, and rumors fly in an instant. Ciel’s a well-known heir and model, finally making his first semi-public appearance since he was held for ransom. People want his story, at least what they can’t already see. Ciel is never without his eyepatch and gloves, he refuses to talk about that day. He attempts to move forward with his modeling career. Ciel hasn’t been laid in years, of course he won’t turn down the handsome rock star that approaches him at a party. For Sebastian it’s been…a few days. Sebastian has never had a serious relationship, but Ciel interests him. Sebastian invites Ciel to join them on their mini tour. Ciel would have to leave behind the security of his home and his own personal bodyguard for the first time in years. It’s all sex (a lot of sex), drugs, and rock n roll. Sebastian and Ciel try to navigate a relationship they must hide. Both are on the edge of self-destruction. Angst, intense themes, trauma, drug use, self-harm, eating disorders, mostly hurt/barely comfort, betrayal, lots of smut, hopeful ending. (9 chapters)
Bloody Bastian – American Mary AU. Modern setting. Sebastian is a surgical student getting ready to start his residency. Med school isn’t cheap, financial aid didn’t even cover books and materials and his bills were piling up. It was difficult to locate a job that would work with his schedule. He finds an ad that a local strip club has posted. They state women or men can apply, it’s worth a shot. Sebastian enters the club. It looks clean enough, not just a hole in the wall that won’t pay minimum wage. The owner, Bard, takes an interest in Sebastian even though he seems overly qualified. Sebastian’s schooling comes in handy as he becomes involved with illegal surgeries that pay fast cash. He remembers his vow to, “do no harm,” but when do the lines blur? His world becomes tangled in revenge and body modifications. Bard pines over Sebastian and will do whatever it takes to make him happy. Detective Ciel Phantomhive is investigating the disappearance of Sebastian’s previous professor. How long before the pressure causes Sebastian to crack? Dark fic, graphic content, angst, murder, non-con, trauma, slight Sebard and Sebaciel. Vague/open ending. (7 chapters)
Razor’s Edge – Black Swan AU. Modern setting. Ciel has finally landed the role as the Swan Queen. Sebastian, an award-winning dancer from England is to be Prince Siegfried. What could possibly go wrong? Nothing bonds two people in a blooming romance like covering up a murder. Stress is high on the duo as it is. A shadow from the past seems to follow Ciel. Sebastian may have signed himself up to be Ciel’s unofficial bodyguard as threats rise. Dark fic, open ended ending. (7 chapters)
In the Woods Somewhere – College AU with Bird!Bastian. Modern setting. Ciel Phantomhive has been murdered…or at least he would have been if he didn’t make a deal with a strange man from the forest. The man who becomes known as Sebastian finds himself trapped on the surface level. The fine print of Ciel’s contract has bound him for the entire ten years. Ciel is a sickly human that could benefit from someone like Sebastian, if he’s willing to be his student. Ciel is missing half a year’s worth of his memory and can’t recall who tried to murder him or why. Sebastian follows Ciel around campus and attempts to help solve his murder. Between classes Sebastian teaches Ciel a little magic. They visit the woods often for Sebastian to stretch his wings and Ciel to take nature photos. Ciel would have never guessed he’d fall for this strange, bird demon or that it would be reciprocated. Mystery, humor, magic, hurt/comfort, whump (Chapters TBD)
Break Your Halo – Angel/demon AU. Modern setting. After a church collapses three survivors are sent to the hospital. Two civilians are unconscious and in critical condition while the priest is awake. He demands to know if the basement is still intact because “it” must not be let out. Both civilians begin to heal impossibly fast and without their memory. They go by Ciel and Sebastian. They are put in a semi-private room and become friends. They start noticing some odd things and confide in one another. The doctors would think they’re crazy, they already think there’s something wrong with them. They were both at death’s door and overnight they’ve healed as if they’ve been there for months. Maybe they aren’t human, they need answers. Whump, smut (5 chapters)
Nymph – Canon divergent AU.Ciel sleeps with everyone except Sebastian and Sebastian is not having it, that’s it, that’s the fic. Adult Ciel being hit with all the urges he missed in his teens. Every chapter starts out with a frustrated Sebastian complaining in his journal. Yes, a demon keeping a journal is cracky. Some humor, but mostly smut. Ciel/Finny, Ciel/Bard, Ciel/Mey-Rin, Ciel/Soma/Agni, Ciel/Snake, Ciel/Undertaker, Ciel/Charles Grey, Ciel/Nina (8 chapters)
Phantom – Phantom of the Opera AU. Set in 1880s France. Sebastian finally debuts as the star the “angel” trained him to be. He has devoted his life to music and the voice he’d talk to in the dead of night. Sebastian is pleasantly surprised to find out his childhood love, Bard, is one of the opera house’s biggest patrons. Their reunion doesn’t go unnoticed. Sebastian is visited by his angel of music, and he is much more flesh and blood and possessive than Sebastian imagined. Soma is not taking being knocked down a peg well. The audience comes to see him and his darling Agni, not Sebastian. Soma won’t play nice, but what does he do to when he’s faced with the man behind the mirror? This opera ghost won’t go without a fight. Bard desperately wants to free Sebastian, yet Sebastian doesn’t want to be freed. Angst, smut, dark elements. Sebaciel and Sebard. Background Soma/Agni. (Chapters TBD)
Slice of the Scalpel – Nip/tuck AU. Modern setting. Brothers Sebastian and Claude run a plastic surgery practice. They have very different ideas of beauty, which helps build their clientele. Sebastian prefers to enhance natural beauty and balance what is already there. Claude prefers to alter and exaggerate things beyond clients’ wildest dreams. Receptionist and Sebastian’s boyfriend, Ciel, is eager to start his schooling to be an anesthetist. Angst, drama, smut, humor. (Chapters TBD)
I Like U for Your Brainz – izombie AU. Modern setting. A newly turned zombie, Sebastian, is a medical examiner working under Ciel’s leadership. Together they try to find a cure for zombies as well as solve murder cases with detective William T. Spears. Sebastian had to leave his old life behind him, give up his dream of being a surgeon, his fiancé Bard, even his sister he keeps at a distance. His extremely extroverted roommate, Soma, must work even harder to cheer him up. Sebastian would give anything to be human again or at least to have someone besides his boss to talk to about being a zombie. He couldn’t be the only one out there, right? Turns out there’s someone that’s making more zombies in the hopes of getting rich and another that is plain ignorant to the problem. Angst, humor, smut, gore, happy ending. Past Seb/Bard, Seb/Agni, Ciel/Soma, Seb/Ciel, Seb/Violet, Ciel/Violet, Agni/Soma, Bard/R!Ciel, Bard/Finny (Chapters TBD)
Star Boy – Actor AU. Modern setting. Actors Ciel and Sebastian are the celebrity couple everyone’s talking about. They are known for co-staring in action movies, their chemistry was unmatched even before they started dating. Their latest film calls for more stunts, more explosions and effects, it’s over the top. Like many actors, Ciel has a stunt double, Alois. Sebastian does as well, Claude. Alois loves performing stunts and he gets along well with Ciel. He gets his own limelight doing extreme sports off set. Claude isn’t as happy with the arrangement. Sebastian gets all the fans and praise, yet Claude is the one doing the hard work. Worst of all, Sebastian gets Ciel. Sebastian doesn’t deserve the life he has, Claude is sure of that. Angst, whump, crime, dark fic. (Chapters TBD)
Another Life – Modern setting reincarnation AU. Sebastian works at an antique shop, one day Ciel comes in to shop around, looking for something “old” to gift his cousin for her wedding day. Sebastian knows he’s never seen him in the shop before, yet he seems so familiar. Oddly enough Ciel is drawn back to visit Sebastian week after week, he is compelled to. There’s a tug on the red string of fate and neither can ignore it. (Chapters TBD)
A New Heart for Christmas – Modern setting. Ciel needs a heart transplant. It’s been years and he’s finally next on the list. He’s tired of keeping batteries charged for his artificial heart and worrying about people thinking he’s dead if he passes out and doesn’t have a pulse. The twins decide to do their annual birthday outing early this year, seeing as Ciel might be recovering still on their actual birthday. His new heart comes much sooner than he anticipated and with challenges he never imagined. Whump, sad, somewhat body horror?, angst. (3 chapters)
Nightshift – Modern setting. Five Nights at Freddy’s AU. Sebastian and Ciel have been hired as night security guards to a “new” pizza joint. Sebastian only moved to the town for college, but Ciel had lived there his whole life. He knew the establishment well. How dare they reopen after what they did to him and his family. Ciel searches for answers to what happened. He knows his brother had to be murdered, he wasn’t just abducted. Sebastian helps him investigate as the restaurant comes to life. With so much dark history it’s no wonder something lingers in the background. Time is running out as opening day nears. Horror, no smut, dark themes, happy ending. (6 chapters)
Free Love – Raver AU. Modern setting. Just a big party, not a lot of plot. A bunch of smut and ships. If house music was a fanfic, this is what you’d get. Seb/Ciel(/Bard), Ciel/Alois, Ciel/Soma, Ciel/Finny, Ciel/Violet, Ciel/Snake, Ciel/Sieglinde, Ciel/Agni, Seb/Agni, Seb/Violet, Violet/Alois, Finny/Snake, Lizzie/Sieglinde, Agni/Soma(/Snake), Violet/Snake/Sieglinde (Chapters TBD)
Phantom Occult – Supernatural AU/paranormal investigators, modern setting, on indefinite hiatus. The Phantomhives have been on the road most of their lives, taking out all the nasties that go bump in the night. Vincent and his twin sons have teamed up with a half demon named Sebastian and a witch, Sieglinde. Sebastian has very little memory of his past. He was found by Vincent and Cedric (Undertaker) on one of their hunts. In search of answers, Sebastian is trying to track down his demonic father. Sebastian has proven his loyalty to the Phantomhives time and time again. He will, as Vincent’s last request, ‘look after his boys.’ Following in their father and grandfather’s footsteps the twins take on cases involving the supernatural. Vincent Jr. has his work cut out for him with Ciel’s fragile health and Sebastian’s ever changing and out of control abilities. They may need to seek out a higher being to help them and save the world from damnation. (Chapters TBD)
Phoenix – A/b/o dynamics, FBI agent AU. Modern setting. Partners Ciel and Sebastian are given a case that has similarities to Ciel’s own capture from his childhood. It puts Ciel on edge, but he’s determined to solve it. Sebastian is not the playboy alpha everyone assumes he is, he’s in fact an omega. He’s been having horrible side effects from being on suppressants since his teens. He’s never even had a heat. For his own safety his doctor forces him off suppressants for at least a year. Ciel is hurt and confused to find out his partner for the last ten years lied to him about his dynamic. It’s not long before Sebastian is hit with his first heat. What is Ciel to do? Angst, smut (5 chapters)
Thought Contagion – Cyborg sci-fi AU. Future setting. Sebastian wakes up in the storage section of a lab. Half of his body has been transformed, he’s now a cyborg. He breaks through the facility and finds Ciel in the process of his brain being programed. Sebastian rescues him and they flee the factory. On the outside they discover the horrors of their government and what is being done to the citizens. They befriend rebels and try to take back control. (Chapters TBD)
T’hy’la – Star Trek AU. Future setting. Sci-fi. Captain Ciel Phantomhive and his half Vulcan second-in-command, Sebastian, explore space with their small crew. Slow burn sebaciel. (Chapters TBD)
Aquamarine – Merman Ciel AU. Modern setting. Sebastian whump, Ciel takes care of him. Crime, magic, and smut. (4 chapters)
Voltron:
Atlas Ocean Rescue – Merman Shiro AU. Modern setting. Keith works as a marine life vet at a rehabilitation clinic. He saves merman Shiro and develops a crush on him. Cute friendships, humor, healing, growth, a dash of smut and gore/whump. Slight angst with happy ending. (9 chapters)
Empire – Royalty AU. Set on Altea, not Earth. Shklance with trans Lance and cis Keith. Love triangles, magic, betrayals, war, planets coming together, and a healthy dose of smut. Ends with a wedding. (8 chapters)
Affinity – Modern setting. Shiro hasn’t adjusted well since his new diagnosis, so he joins a support group recommended by his doctor. Keith has been going to group reluctantly for years. His seizures are somewhat under control. He has the company of his service dog, Kosmo, but he’s otherwise alone. Both of their lives are turning out far different than they ever envisioned. Will they give love a chance? Slow burn. Cis Keith. (9 chapters)
The Eighth House – Modern setting. Werewolf Shiro and vampire Keith AU. Shiro is a newly turned werewolf and Keith volunteers to help him. Keith was turned into a vampire in the 80’s. Keith’s best friend, Lance, is also a vampire. They hang out at a supernatural bar that’s run by ex-hunters. Lots of blood and some smut. (8 chapters)
Zombie – Zombie apocalypse AU. Modern setting. After Shiro is labeled as a burden, him and Keith are kicked out from their community. Keith must take care of Shiro and find a new shelter or community for them to join. They find one run by a sadistic creep that was a cult leader pre-apocalypse. It’s not ideal, but where else can they turn? Keith plots to overthrow the tyrant as soon as he can, for everyone’s sake. Angst, whump, gore, smut, dark elements, happy ending. (5 chapters)
As Many Times as It Takes – Canon divergent AU. Keith goes feral and must be confined for everyone’s safety. The team works to find an antidote for Keith. Shiro tries to get his husband to remember their life together as well as remind him how to be human. Hurt/comfort. (3 chapters.)
Euphoria – A/b/o AU. Modern setting. Keith Is a hopeless afab alpha that seems to want the impossible. He’s not attracted to the stereotypical omega and his last relationship with another alpha left him with literal scars. He decides to try out a match service that’s prided itself on hard to match cases. Shiro is tired of being rejected and his body is telling him he desperately needs a mate. It doesn’t matter that he is no longer fertile, his omega body didn’t get the memo. With irregular and intense heats, infertility, being a large omega, and a list of ‘flaws’ a mile long Shiro has been the one unmatched client the service can’t seem to help. Owners Allura and Lance have become family to him and are personally invested in finding a mate for him. Keith and Shiro could be perfect for each other if only they allow themselves to be happy. (6 chapters.)
Club Atlas – Scent club a/b/o AU. Modern setting. A new alpha, Shiro, arrives at a scent club under recommendation by his therapist. Following a serious accident Shiro lost his sense of smell. When it eventually came back everything was overwhelming. He could barely handle his own scent and couldn’t leave his house. His anxiety and trauma have caused his life to spiral out of his control. A scent club is the perfect place to go to for exposure therapy. Omega scents are naturally calming to an alpha, booths are well sealed and private, and clubs take care to thoroughly remove scents of previous clients between rounds. Shiro meets Lance and Keith, two of the omegas that work at the club. They interview him and add him to their client list. Lance is always enthusiastic about his job, he loves it. Keith on the other hand isn’t too fond of the job or being an omega. But there’s something about this client that he likes. Maybe he can make a real difference in someone’s life. Angst, a lot of smut, brief klance. (5 chapters.)
Compliance – Kidnapped AU. Modern setting. Shiro is held captive by his long-lost twin brother Ryou. After going into the adoption system as infants, they were split up. Shiro wasn’t aware he had a twin until he was staring him in the face. Apparently, Ryou had been keeping tabs on him from afar for over a year. He happened to access Shiro’s patient file and felt he could do a better job taking care of Shiro than his current doctors were. Ryou only wants the best for his brother and that means he can’t leave his sight. Still, he does have to work, and being confined he knows Shiro is bound to get lonely. Ryou decides he should get a boyfriend for Shiro, and he found the perfect one. Keith has been recently released from the psych ward. He had no family or friends. He was fired from his job and probably couldn’t even pay for his hospital bill or antidepressants he clearly needed. They could keep each other company. Their living quarters would be cozy, the basement wasn’t tiny by any means…but two people trapped on the same floor, they’d have to share. Ryou wasn’t a monster, the basement was nicer than any apartment that either could afford. The chains were temporary, an exercise of trust if you will. They’ve had yet to earn his. Dark fic OBVIOUSLY (Chapters TBD)
Strength in Gentleness – Shiatsu massage therapist & Reiki master Shiro/autistic Keith. Modern setting. Keith often hangs out at his mom’s work. Recently her and Kolivan’s business has moved location and joined with Allura’s salon. They also hired a new bodyworker that Keith develops a crush on. Fluffy, slice of life, hurt/comfort, humor. Music heavy, I kid you not, every chapter will have a playlist. Lots of cute Krolia and Keith moments. Giving all “The Blades” a happy lifetime. Probably the fluffiest thing I’ll ever write. It won’t be 100% free of trauma, but Shiro has healed and Keith and Krolia have processed their grief. Anxiety and meltdowns can get a bit intense. (Chapters TBD)
The Ring – Boxer Shiro/body worker-therapist Keith. Modern setting. Cute and smutty. Slight whump cause boxing injuries. (Chapters TBD)
Galaxy University – College AU, teacher Shiro/student Keith. Modern setting. Angst. (Chapters TBD)
Vanitas no carte:
I Trust you to Kill Me – Canon divergent AU. Vanitas turns into a vampire. All he knows is his craving for blood has taken over his life. He’s not a curse bearer but he fears he might as well be. Worse yet, he can no longer assist Jeanne, he tries to obtain a solution that works for them both. Noé confesses his feelings and tries to keep Vanitas alive. Angst, whump, smut, romance. Vanoe, possible vanijeanne (Chapters TBD)
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🔞snippet: patreon drabble (1500 words)
jk x all: alpha jk auction, public humiliation, bondage (1500 words)
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Surprisingly enough, a whimper leaves Jungkook’s mouth as the auctioneer pulls at the hem of his boxers. The head of his cock peeks out, wet and shiny. More precum begins to drool from the tip, the more his cock is exposed. Jungkook’s legs tremble as he feels the weight of all eyes on him, focused on his bare cock.
“Kneel,” the man tells him. Jungkook is slow to obey, clearly still defiant. But he gets on his knees, and the man nods at him. His cock is in reach for his hands now, easy access.
Making sure that he’s not blocking the view of the audience for their viewing pleasure, he runs his fingers up the length of Jungkook’s cock. Jungkook’s eyes skitter across the room, taking in all the people who have gathered to watch the sight of this strong alpha, who has no power at all. Reduced to a toy, only to react, as the auctioneer plays with his cock. He lets it go for it to slap against Jungkook’s stomach.
The hand lingers around Jungkook’s balls, cupping them to show off the size to the buyers. No doubt, a virile alpha with lots of give, if anyone would be interested in using him in that manner.
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Alpha Jungkook is being sold at an auction. The prospective bidders want to see what they’re paying an arm and a leg for, first. 
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WIP Wednesday
I was tagged by @wrathfulrook. Thank you so much!
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This is my first time participating in a tag game, so I hope I've done this right.
I have many WIPs of Far Cry 5 that I have been working on for the past year, all just mini or alternate stories. However, since it's WIP Wednesday, I thought, "May as well give a snippet of the main story you know?" It's nowhere close to ready, and there are still some things I'm working on, and not all of this is guaranteed to be in the final product, and in fact might get revised, but I think it will be nice to share a bit of my progress thus far.
So without further a-do, below is a snippet of chapter one of my main Far Cry The Silver Chronicles story, currently under the name Silva's Hope (though this name may or may not change in the future):
“I heard you’re not from Montana,” Nancy spoke again, her prying curiosity breaking through. It was as obvious as a voice crack, and the older woman’s unspoken questions were even clearer to the recently hired younger woman.
It was a behaviour she had noted a lot of folks in Fall’s End were doing ever since she had reappeared back into public view. It had been something she contemplated would happen.
Silva crossed her arms as she leaned against the red bricks of the Sheriff’s Department building, exhaling the intake of cold afternoon air.
“Who’d you hear that from?” Silva asked, grey eyes focused on the fading orange and blue of the afternoon sky. Hoping to catch an early star.
The clouds didn’t make it any easier.
“Overheard from a lot of folks, including Earl himself after he first met you,” Nancy answered, giving a weak chuckle as she adds, “I never try to eavesdrop, but the tea people spill openly is just too dang entertaining to ignore. Excuse my choice of words.”
Silva snorted in amusement, shaking her head. A smile almost tugged up, but she kept it grounded.
“They would be right though,” Silva told the older woman, “I’m not from Montana. Or America even. Immigrated here nearly a decade ago. It was a real shitshow, getting citizenship and all. But I’d say it was worth it.”
“You came over from Spain, right?” Nancy queried, her gaze genuine and endlessly curious. Silva found it rather easy to talk to the older woman, even if it was about the superficial information she’s grown accustomed with telling people over the years.
“It’s what I keep telling people.” And they continue to eat it up without question.
“But it wasn’t just you, though,” Nancy pointed out, tapping her index against her chin, and recalled, “I remember the talk of two girls that came here from overseas. It was all the folk around here could chatter about for a while. You and your sister, Elsa, wasn’t it?”
Silva’s breath soundlessly hitched to a stop at her younger hermana’s name. She hesitated in a reply, swallowing down the unexpected wave of sadness that clawed at her mind.
No, not here, she reminded herself, remembering who she was next to. Silva had initially thought she was over the loss, but it seemed the grief was still there. Subtle, but apparent.
Silva didn’t give it anymore concentration than she already had to. Not with eyes on her. And just to make sure, she didn’t dare correct Nancy on how there were three of them that came to this county.
“…Si, that was her name,” she replied steadily. A practiced skill. A required one she learnt. One she couldn’t live without lest the wolves smelled weakness.
“She was quite a smart girl, that one. With a smart mouth as well. Always kept Earl on his toes,” Nancy reminded, and Silva couldn’t help but let a stifled and weak snicker out.
Silva did remember those aspects about her hermana, and it tugged a sore spot on her heart.
Nancy continued, “But she was really beloved around here. Quite the socialite. Never far from gossip or the festivals. Always easy to talk to. Uh, no offence to your reserved character that is.”
“None taken,” Silva assured, for it was true. Elsa was the easiest to talk to out of the two, a mutually agreed plan when they first entered Hope County. Both understood each other’s strengths and weaknesses and worked together to take those traits into consideration.
“Mayor Minkler adored her, you know? Really helpful in organising events with him, which I’m sure he appreciated,” Nancy smiled at Silva, the warmth of the older woman comforting. Though something shifted, as Nancy took on a solemn expression, “My condolences for you loss. It must have been very hard, as her older sister.”
Silva stalled a reply, shoving away the resonating sadness down once more as she softly replied, “Gracias.”
“It’s an absence still felt throughout Fall’s End. Many people miss her, as I’m undoubtedly sure you do as well. It was a real shocker to folks when her floristry had been bought off.”
Silva didn’t look at Nancy. Especially not when the dispatcher’s eyes glanced to the dark-haired woman leaning against red bricks, about to ask a question Silva was all too familiar with by now.
“If you don’t mind me asking, why did you sell it?”
Silva glanced towards a familiar white sign down the road nearby. Despite how far the sun was already setting in the horizon, there was still enough light to make out the contents on the sign. Her grey eyes glared at the unique design of a cross, and the words etched beside it, ‘Return to the Garden’.
Not on my fucking life, she wanted to spit out. But more daringly, she wanted to trot over the sign, take it down, take it to Kamski’s Clinic, and dissolve it in acid.
Aware that Nancy was still next to her, patiently awaiting an answer, Silva simply replied, “I didn’t.”
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DGM Danny Phantom WIP
Prologue
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For a while, Amity Park had been debating going worldwide with ghosts. There had been full scale council meetings discussing the matter, with votes and paperwork and everything! (A few younger members of the public had even tried  to segue the meetings into repealing the Anti-Ecto Acts, but got ignored by the much older council.) 
The main thing stopping progress, however, was credibility. Or rather, lack thereof.
While yes, the Doctors Fenton had papers published in ectobiology and cryptozoology—that anyone could access with a quick internet search—and a few videos had made it to YouTube, the town was largely seen as a tourist trap and a hoax. 
Regardless, Amity was determined to go public. They'd take professional videos, update their website, whatever they had to do to prove to the rest of the world that ghosts existed.
But all those plans came to a screeching halt when an emergency alert broadcast worldwide. 
 Their need for funding, aid, and support against the nuisance of a ghost infestation became inconsequential in the face of true monsters.
Demons.
Akuma.
Hundreds of thousands were dead, thousands still missing and unaccounted for all over the world.
Originally, it was declared a series of bombings and terrorist attacks; but each incident was too varied. News agencies tried their best to sweep things under the rug and governments were clearly shaken; but amateur videos pushed through. Clips flooded the internet, showcasing the devastation as several dozen mechanical creatures descended with cannons, spewing poison and death.Killing without discrimination.
When it became obvious that this was no hoax, that the governments of the world could no longer deceive their citizens—there were just too many videos, too many witnesses—an emergency broadcast was published.
"The New World Alliance may seem ill-prepared; but I promise you, they're not." A dark-haired Asian stood behind a podium, white beret and coat (accented by black) reflecting brightly in the spotlights. Microphones from news stations around the world crowded his face like a pack of hungry dogs as he glanced down through grey glasses at a sheaf of papers. 
Even viewed through the screen of a television, the air of gravity was almost palpable. 
“My name is Komui Lee and I'm here because I'm the Chief Officer of the Black Order's European branch. Opperating under the direct command of the Vatican, the Black Order has been defending the public from the Akuma threat for close to a century. We've managed to keep collateral damage and loss of life to a minimum. Until now.” His voice turned melancholy, face drawing downward. Eyes staying locked to the teleprompter, he reached for a large ivory mug and started to lift it. Hand faltering just inches above the table, Komui's frown deepened. 
The cup was significantly lighter than it should be. 
“We are aware that in this instance we have failed in our due diligence; and for that, we ask your forgiveness.” At this, he set down the empty mug and took a deep breath, pushing his shoulders back and holding his head high. 
“We come to you in the hopes that you will understand the good work that has been done up until now and ask that you support our exorcists. In the interest of this, please try your best to stay out of harm's way and report any Akuma sightings to your local police or our helpline which should be displayed at the bottom of your screen.”
Attention shifting back to his documents, the worn man—who clearly had been running on pure coffee alone for at least the past week—began to list general safety procedures: what would be required for people to avoid attacks and what to do when they happened. 
Lifting his eyes, he ended the speech with, “I must stress that this is not a constant danger. Do not panic and do not engage with these creatures. Ordinary weapons will not work and they take specialist training to combat. Please let the professionals do their jobs. It is, after all, what we're here for.”
He swept a hand left and gestured to the two individuals standing at parade rest beside him. 
The shorter of the two had strikingly similar facial features to Komui, but softer, suggesting a relation to the man. Her hair was also marginally lighter and fell all the way to her shoulders. The woman's older partner, by contrast, had legs for days and a sharp expression, with long, blonde bangs hiding an expansive, jagged scar that surrounded her one visible eye. Clinging to her shoulder was a monkey that vaguely resembled a silvery marmoset, regarding the room with massive pupils.
Both women's outfits were made from a thick, black cloth, their accents and embellishments unique to each individual. They may not have matched perfectly, with one showing little skin and the other leaning more fanservice-gothic-lolita, but like a rook and a knight in chess, it was obvious they came from the same set. 
“All exorcists will be wearing uniforms like this when on active duty. Please leave them to their work and do not interfere.” 
“Thank you for your attention. We will not be taking questions at this time.”
Finished with the announcement, Komui gathered the paper sheets off the podium and aligned them with each other before placing them under an armpit. Gripping his mug in his other hand, the head Supervisor turned to the camera and dipped forward in a curt bow. As he exited stage left, the two women accompanying him copied the gesture and followed their boss off screen. 
When compared to the outside world, Amity Park suddenly was "A Nice Place to Live".
The quaint city enjoyed their haunted reputation, its many shops filled with gimmicky graphics and souvenirs. The citizens knew just what to do in a ghost attack and weren’t truly scared. Either the spectres would move on or Phantom would rescue those truly in harm's way.
No one had actually died in a ghost attack, despite many close calls, and ghosts could be reasoned with. They had personalities and morals (no matter how many people said otherwise).
Their town could never function the way it did if they had Akuma in place of ghosts. The idea of it was downright sickening. 
Akuma were fiends of true horror and demise. A distinctly alien mindset that could not be related to in any way. Trying to make light of them was nothing short of stomach-turning to anyone with sound ethics. 
So Amity Parkers forgot about trying to ask for help. They’d made it this far on their own and would continue to do so for as long as possible. Government resources should be spent on helping those actually in need. If staying off the map prevented more deaths, then so be it; they could muddle through.
They just hadn’t considered that the ghosts might reach out publicly before the humans would.
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Please let me know what you thought. No promises on updates or when they might happen as I am still unmedicated for my ADHD 🥲
Also interested to see what people want to see.
MASSIVE thanks to @weshney for their incredible editing skills. They made sure this was actually legible.
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freepassbound · 9 months
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Laying out the Welcome Mat (WIP)
(the very reserved introvert's version of a welcome mat, anyway 😅)
For anyone who's interested, more after the cut:
Who are you?
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I must know!
Get used to disap...
Well, not precisely. 😄
But if you do want to know more about me than what it says on the tin (the blog header), then you'll have to put in the work to get to know me. 🤷‍♂️
How would one do that?
Politely and respectfully - asks are open, and there is vast array of #ask prompts available to choose from... or ask your own thing! I love getting asks! 😊
(DMs are also open, but if I'm not already familiar with you, I'd advise proceeding with some caution - I'm not saying I can't be won over with a single line... just that it's a high degree of difficulty 🤭)
Anyway, much can be deduced by a reasonably curious mind just from flipping through the blog - or, for the particularly curious and dedicated, using the tags.
Tags?
If there is one thing I am known for, it is that my blog is replete with tags. Much of the time that is where I 'talk' (or ramble), but there are actually quite a few that lend at least some degree of organization to this eclectic space of mine.
#Best of Tumblr: bucking my own tendency to delay gratification by putting this one front and center - these are the what I consider the greatest posts on this webbed site; if you need cheering up, this is the ultimate medicine.
#oh lovely: nature photos! #oh my...: also nature photos, but the best of the best (in my opinion) #ah... winter: winter-themed photos! #ah... waterfalls: photos - or better yet, videos with sound - of waterfalls! (or sometimes just rushing water) #pictures to stroll off into: nature photos... with paths! #the auld country: photos of Scotland! (one side of my ancestry - I'm still working on a tag for photos of Poland)
Those are the nature tags - here are some passions of mine...
#Trek stuff: posts about Star Trek! #Trek humor: funny posts about Star Trek! #music: music I enjoy, in various formats #history: a collection of various posts having to do with history
Posts from and about me (is this burying the lede? well, so be it - patience will be rewarded 🤭) (oh, and some of this is where we start edging into stuff that may not be suitable for public viewing, so... be warned)
#free life: random thoughts, vacation photos, stuff I've baked or cooked... just bits from everyday life #free thoughts: longer, considered posts (or replies) #free rants: longer... less considered 🤭 posts (or replies) #free floating anxiety: posts highlights my anxieties and fears (not hugely pleasant reading, but if you really want to get to know me... 🤷‍♂️) #free looks: pictures of me (if you really want to see)
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nonsensical-pixels · 1 year
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welcome to blingkawi beach
i'm sure we're all tired of the weird drama that this simblr has gotten into, so here's a welcome distraction, at least for me. as most of you know, i just got back from vacation, so i wanted to make a neighborhood at least partially inspired by the beautiful island my family got to visit. i call it blingkawi island, and here's the first lot: the beach!
i'll be posting more updates about this little world soon, so i hope you enjoy it!
more pics below the cut <3
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the fruit juice stall. or maybe it was an ice cream stall. you decide!
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the boat rental company's weathered shack. also featuring a wip of mine... can you spot it? 😂
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the public toilets. not much to say about them lol
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the restaurant, the inside has a small cheap gift shop
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here's the view from the beach! the white foundation you see is supposed to be the docks but i couldn't get them to stretch over the water, so, uh... lounge area anyone?
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ladytauria · 10 days
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For the ask game, 15: jaytalia public sex and trans!Jason 👀
another fic inspired by conversations with @this-was-a-terrible-idea XD
this one is pwp featuring talia having a meeting with a group of her most trusted assassins and also fucking jason during it <3
small snippet!:
His arousal has been building since this morning, when Talia got him ready for the day. She’d started with his collar. Most of the time, Jason wears his submission in other, subtler ways. The collar comes out only when they’re alone, or on special occasions. The feeling of it settling around his throat had been the first thing to stir him. The second had been the jewel-tipped plug she’d held up. “It’s your favorite color, pet,” Talia had said, a sly smile on her mouth as she tipped it to show him the ruby seated at the base. “I expect a proper thank you.” And after Talia had worked it inside him, Jason had obeyed eagerly; kneeling in front of her, his head between her thighs, lips wrapped around her clit while she reviewed her notes before the meeting. He’d been instructed to pace the room during the meeting. Every time he moved, he could feel it pressing against his insides. It had been the most maddening kind of torture, his cunt growing wetter and wetter, his t-cock harder and more sensitive, and, since she’d instructed him to forgo underwear, he’d had nothing to rub them against. Only the slightest friction of his thighs as they rub together when he walks. Finally, Talia’s hand moves. His skin is cold where she had touched, but Jason can’t find it in himself to complain, not when she raises the back of his long, open skirt up, and tucks it out of the way. Anyone now standing behind him has a clear, unobstructed view of his bottom half—his swollen cunt, glistening between his thighs and the shining ruby plug, glittering between his cheeks. Talia taps it, once, and then her fingers slip between his thighs, brushing against his core. There is nothing Jason can do to stop the way he moans. It’s low. Quiet. Probably barely audible over the discussion around him, but—it makes him redder, turning his face into the table, half-hiding his face.
[ wip ask game ]
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beautifulhigh · 28 days
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Jen's Proper Pinned Post
Jen, old, she/her, UK
Current obsessions: see posts below this one I guess?
Will block a blank blog on sight. You got no posts? Blocked.
Anxiety haver, depression survivor (the Really Bad Kind - I promise you can get through it), dyspraxic, dreamer, cautious optimist
Phobic of spiders, heights, enclosed spaces, and WiP fics
AO3, imaginentertain
No longer on the bird app
Insta is mine so unless you really know me... no.
I like the divide between there and here, mostly because this has some vestiges of anonimity for me here. And because I have the kind of job where I'm not allowed to express (public) views on a lot of things.
So if you've ever had the thought of "why isn't Jen talking about..." then a) please realise that no one has an obligation to talk about anything and might just honestly be out looking for a good time as they know they are blessed to be in a position to do that, and b) some of us can't. Because while this is mildly anonymous it isn't for anyone who wants to find me and I have no desire to lose my job because I reblogged one (1) post on That Thing.
No side blogs, you get me all on main
I tag most of my posts where suitable but if I miss something then please let me know.
I write (and tag with writing jen is writing), and I meta (overthinking jen is overthinking) and I answer nice things that come into my inbox.
And if you're looking for the Ringsy storyline link post, that is here
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