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Permanent Change of Station (John Price x Reader)

You goad John and make a revelation.

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CW: swearing, explicit sex (MDNI)

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This work is part of the S.N.A.F.U. series, master list is pinned to my blog.

‘John! Slow down, you absolute muppet.”

You are practically panting, tugging hard on his hand after having to trot alongside his long strides for most of the way home. He finally seems to hear you and his next step is shortened, scaling back to a speed that allows you to pull even with him.

“Sorry, love.” He acknowledges, his tone still brusque.

“Are you alright?”

Now that you can catch your breath a bit, you’re concerned, John’s dragging you down the street out of character. You march beside him for a moment and he seems to chew your question over before giving the most unbelievable answer possible when you arrive at the front door.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

You sigh, watching him fiddle with his keys. As you wait beside him you take in his body language, your slowly sobering brain working overtime on the puzzle that is John Price. The tension hasn’t left his body and his shoulders are tight. The set of his jaw is stern, his expression pinched. You wonder at his full-bodied reaction to some mindless drunk idiot, unsure if the change in his normal demeanour is your relatively new relationship status or something else. You decide to push the boundaries you used to stick to, instead of backing off.

“John, you dragged me two blocks. What’s going on?” You follow him into the front hallway, shrugging out of your coat.

“Not a fan of his hands on you, is all.”

John answers, half turned away from you, the lines of his body still stiff with unspent energy. He’s hanging up the coats while you step out of your boots, watching him for clues.

“Jealous? Of that guy?”

You can’t help the incredulity in your tone and are rewarded with a sharp look from John.

“Not jealous. Concerned for your safety.”

He answers, facing you again. You are reminded of the size difference between you, and how much restraint John usually shows when he puts his hands on you.

“My safety?”

John stays silent but his eyes are locked on you, the intensity not having left his face in the slightest. Your half-sober brain finally puts the pieces together, catching up with your mouth. John’s primed for a fight that isn’t coming, his body wound tight to react to a threat no longer there. Oh.

“Are you sure, John?”

“Your safety is my business, especially now.” He’s still terse, his hands going to his hips as he stares you down, not enjoying the implications of being considered jealous over some pissant.

You can’t tell if it’s the beer still running through your veins or some inner swell of confidence but you sashay away from John, plucking the buttons of your work shirt open as you go. You’ve already decided the best course of action, whether he realizes it or not.

“I’m safe, John. Are you going to be able to let it go, now?”

He’s watching your hands, following you down the hallway without any conscious thought.

“Sure.”

He answers with one word, not convincing you at all. His back is still straight and the tension is still visible in his body, even at a few steps from him as you are now.

You look at him with a raised brow before dropping your shirt into the hamper. John watches you wiggle out of your work pants, standing in your underwear giving him a disbelieving look. He stands arms akimbo, focus intent, sucking up all the air in the room.

“Not very believable, handsome. Want to know what I think?”

You pick your way over to him, your heart thrumming against your breastbone. You’ve poked at John before, but he’s usually in a better head space to take your prodding. You hope you aren’t biting off more than you can chew, his mood not so forgiving now.

“Hmm?”

“I think you need to burn off this energy.”

“You complained at having to walk fast, darling.”

John’s tone is sardonic and dismissive, but his eyes don’t leave you. You can feel the hairs raise on your body, anticipation spiralling through you.

“Not like that, I think you need to fuck me.”

“What?”

John’s eyebrows shoot up, clearly not expecting those words to come out of your mouth. His eyes darken though, a nod to the desire simmering between you all night that even he can’t will away.

“You heard me.” You step into his space, your fingers walking up his stomach to follow the curve of his ribs. You grab two fistfuls of his shirt over his pecs, tugging him down so you can speak directly into his ear. “C’mon John, fuck me.”

It’s as if you have flipped a switch in the man, his hands wrapping around your biceps tightly, stepping into you and directing your body backwards into the wall with a thump. His hands lack the tenderness they normally have, now grasping and greedy, squeezing the softness of your curves as he pins you in place.

“You make me fucking crazy; you know that?”

John’s breath is hot at the base of your neck, making your belly swoop with lust. His gravelly voice is low, sending shivers down to the base of your spine as it washes over you, your fingers spreading over his belly. You’re trying to get your fingers under his shirt when John yanks it up between his shoulder blades, throwing it. You only get a moment to press your palms against the wiry hair of his warm belly before he’s jerking you around, making you face the wall.

His palms pin your shoulders firmly, the unspoken message clear, don’t move. You make a small questioning sound before you can feel the whiskers of his face and his hot mouth on the base of your neck. His hands stroke down to your bra, undoing it to make way for his mouth, working down the vertebra of your spine. You can feel him kneeling, his knees on either side of your feet and his hands tugging your thong down, his whiskers and mouth in the small of your back. Your thighs clench together of their own volition, your flesh breaking out in goosebumps at his touch. His teeth closing on the globe of your ass makes you gasp and twist, a hand landing in his hair. A dark chuckle and he grips your wrist, removing your hand as he stands, spinning you around to face him again.

Before you can say a single thing, he’s got your face between his palms, claiming your mouth with his lips and tongue, shutting any higher brain function down. Your hands wrap around his forearms, steadying yourself against his crowding body. He’s moving you again, your legs wobbly from the rush of desire coursing through you. John follows your stumbling steps, steering you into the bathroom as he devours your mouth, drinking in the small needy sounds you can’t help making. You’re panting when he breaks away, his hands bold on your body, twisting you around again, this time to face the mirror.

You can see your own kiss swollen lips, cheeks and chest flushed, nipples tight in the reflection. John’s face is dark with intent, one hand curling over your belly to cup your slit, his fingers sliding over your slick curls, his other landing on your back, forcing your forward. The pressure of his fingers coupled with his insistent pushing has the air leaving your lungs in a moan, and your hands scrambling for purchase on the sink counter. The little bottles of face cream and serum you had lined up scatter as you awkwardly brace yourself, John snugging his still clothed erection against the curve of your ass.

“You want me to fuck you? I’ll fuck you. You’re going to watch.”

John is hunched over you, speaking lowly into your ear, making your thighs clamp around his hand. Your face is inches from the mirror in this position, bent over the counter, and you watch your own pupils dilate as John slides a finger into you up to his knuckle, sending you onto your toes.

“Oh god –“

Your next words die on your lips, replaced with a throaty moan. John’s finger is rocking into you as he frees his twitching cock, the blue of his eyes a faint ring around his blown pupils. He presses the hot length of himself against your ass, trapping his hand between your thighs and the counter. The muscles of his arm dance as he works you over, adding a finger as he glides through your slick walls. The moment you find some purchase to grind against him he eases off, sliding his hand from your body to your frustrated whimper. You can see the tell-tale flush of his arousal working down his throat in his reflection, his eyes tracking your body’s movements in the mirror.

“Hold still.”

He orders darkly, and you obey, watching as he focuses on tracing your soaked slit with the flushed tip, making you gasp and bite your lip, your gaze meeting with his in the reflection. His hot eyes bore into yours as he presses into you, the stretch making your eyes widen and a whine build in your throat. The intensity in his eyes as he buries himself in you steals all thought, making you mindlessly arch your back and press back against him as best you can. He only gives you a moment to process before he starts moving, the weight of his thrusts driving your thighs into the counter. It’ll leave a bruise tomorrow but your focus is completely on the drive of John’s blunt cock, filling you over and over again, his hands gripping your hips.

He sets a steady pace, his heavy thrusts forcing you to slap a palm against the mirror to keep your face from crashing into it. It gives you some purchase to push back against him, making him growl lowly, his fingers tightening on your flesh.

“You like that, hmm? You take me so well, darling, you feel so good wrapped around me.”

John’s rambling, his low voice more of a rumble in his chest, his palm insistent on your back again. The drag of his cock through your wetness, paired with the sinuous movement of his body in the mirror and his velvet voice is making you feel drunk again, caught spinning between sensations. You can hardly string together a reply, your words slurred as you fight to keep yourself from colliding with the mirror.

“Yes, John, just like that, fuck –“

You break off, John’s insistent fingers on your hips tugging you back to meet his thrusts. He bottoms out making you both moan, your body clenching around him. You can feel your slick arousal leaking, coating John’s hot flesh as his thrusts pick up speed. Your hair brushes the mirror as you lose your focus to John’s insistent cock, and then he’s threading his fingers through it, tugging your head back, the pull a counterpoint to his thrusts.

The moans he’s pulling from you are only raising in pitch, bouncing in the bathroom’s acoustics as you get caught between sensations. Each jolting thrust tugs your hair by the root, sending wave after wave of tingles through your scalp and back down your spine to your pussy. You whine as your muscles involuntarily clamp down on him, an answering guttural groan torn from his chest at the pressure.

“Oh shit, that’s so good, don’t stop.”

You manage to pant out, your voice needy and your eyes heavy lidded with pleasure, inches from your own face in the mirror. Your inner muscles are starting to flutter, a tell-tale sign of your impending orgasm. John doesn’t break his rhythm or let go of your hair, slapping your ass, the sting bringing you onto your toes. Your body bears down on him in surprise, making you push back on the mirror and John hisses, his grip on your hair tightening.

“Fucking hell, look at me.”

John orders, his voice dark and his face intense. You drag your gaze from his flexing body to his eyes, suddenly feeling like you are being swallowed whole. Goosebumps break out, unable to look away as John’s thrusts turn slightly frantic, the wet sounds of your flesh meeting getting louder and more insistent. His grip on your hair brings you back onto your toes, your back arched and hips canted. Your hands on the mirror leave smudges as they slip, your body coiling taut and fighting for release.

“I want to watch you cum around me”

His voice wraps around you, pouring into your ear and going straight to your pussy. He smacks your ass again roughly, and you jerk, your head bobbing and your hair tugging in his grip. He doesn’t relent, staring you down as he bucks into your body, his eyes two dark pools of desire, sucking you in.

“Cum for me, love.”

The authoritative snap of his command does something to your insides and your eyes widen as your orgasm slams into you suddenly, making your fingers curl against the glass of the mirror. John thrusts deep, releasing your hair to grip your hips tightly as you shudder, clenching around him as you cum with a rattling cry, your body tensing below his. He rides out your pulsing orgasm for a few heartbeats, watching your eyes finally flutter closed before he pulls out, making you whine. He strokes himself tightly until he spills thick ropes of cum on your lower back, hissed curses drifting over your slumped shoulders. There’s nothing but panting moans and the weight of John sagging against you, the world narrowed to the two of you as you struggle to catch your breath.

It takes John a moment to gather himself, your own legs feeling shaky as you lean your weight on the sink counter. He lifts and you feel him stroking a cloth over your back a moment later, cleaning you up.

“You alright, love?” His palm slowly smooths up your spine, squeezing the base of your neck.

You hum an affirmative and John’s hands wrap around your arms, pulling you upright again and turning you to face him. The fiery intensity in his eyes is gone, replaced with warmth as he searches your face for a moment. Satisfied with whatever he sees he kisses you, wrapping you in his arms when you sway slightly, still unsteady.

“Will you shower with me?”

You ask, and it’s John’s turn to hum an affirmative, wrangling you close enough to turn the water on. You press your cheek into his chest, leaning into his solid body as the steam starts to accumulate in the room. You try to swallow the emotion suddenly clawing up your throat but John sees your face as he disentangles from you so you can get into the shower.

“What’s wrong?”

He’s following you in, letting you stand under the water while he frowns down at you. You try to shake your head and dismiss it but he’s not having it, cupping your face to make you look at him.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No, it’s nothing.”

“Darling-“

You realize he’s not going to let it go after a moment and bite your lip, gripping his wrists tightly, wishing you were a better liar. This is not how you pictured having this conversation. There doesn’t seem to be any way to escape this without making it a bigger issue though.

“John – I’m… I think I’m in love with you.”

He’s breathing your name, a smile stretching across his lips, genuine delight taking years off his face.

“You know I’m in love with you too, darling. I’d do anything for you.”

You can feel his smile against yours when he kisses you repeatedly, and can feel the satisfaction in his touch when he derails the shower in short order, unable to keep his hands to himself.

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dramatic-crying · 4 months

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in awe of you // chris pontius x reader

^^ he is such a cutie pie :')

summary: you have a moment with Chris on the set of Wildboyz

warnings: none, just a LOT of fluff!

word count: ~600

please enjoy!

As an assistant videographer for Wildboyz, your job takes you to incredible places. From Argentina and Australia to South Africa and New Zealand, it's safe to say you never had much time to relax. However, no matter how easy it was to be homesick, it was comforting to have your friends with you the entire time. Especially Chris, but you didn't know why. Despite being so close to everyone on set, your relationship with him felt different. Of course, you'd never verbalize this.

For this particular episode of the show, the whole cast is in Brazil on their way to perform their next stunt, which just so happened to be holding a big-ass tarantula. Despite tensions being high because of the impending, probably very dangerous, stunt about to be performed by the boys, Chris was in relatively high spirits. You witness the brunette boy bounding over to you with a grin on his face stretching ear to ear. "Hey, Y/N! Are you gonna be in the stunt today?" He asks, throwing his arm atop your shoulders.

You rolled your eyes and shoved his forehead away from you playfully, causing him to drop his arm from your shoulders. "Definitely fucking not," you respond, chuckling slightly.

Chris soon gives you puppy-dog eyes and sticks out his lip slightly, and you have to catch yourself from staring too long. "Aw, come on. It's always so much more fun when you're involved in the stunts with us," he remarks, gesturing to the set around him that you were about to start filming on.

You tilt your head to the left slightly, considering the possibility that if you give in to the stunt, you'll be holding a giant fucking tarantula. "I'm really sorry, Chris," you start, beginning to twist the rings on your fingers. "I'm just too fucking terrified of spiders to be in this one."

Not long after, Chris replaces his frown with a slight mischievous smirk. He then takes a couple steps closer to you, shortening the gap between you to a meager six inches. "Well, I can always protect you," he says, licking his lips for only a second, but you had already noticed.

You sarcastically chuckle, responding with, "You can certainly try."

Suddenly, a hand lands on Chris's shoulder, turning him around to face a very nervous Steve-O. "Are you sure we have to do this, dude? Spiders freak me out a lot," he says.

"Well, it'll be funny," Chris says, shrugging his shoulders and giving Steve-O a giant grin.

"Asshole," Steve-O mutters, walking away. "We're starting in five, by the way!"

Chris soon turns back to you, looking you straight in the eyes without faltering. You bite the inside of your cheek slightly, feeling nervous about how intently the long-haired man is looking at you.

"Well," you start, looking up at Chris through your lashes, "Want a kiss for good luck?"

Chris's typical laid-back expression soon blossoms into a rosy blush on his cheeks, and he giggles. "Only if you want to give me one," he admits, his eyes widening as he seemed almost surprised at his response.

Without another word, you slowly reach up to wrap your arms around his neck. "Good luck," you quietly whisper in his ear, and give him a lingering kiss on his heated cheek. You pull back, releasing your arms. "Please don't die, dummy," you joke, walking towards Rick to signal you're ready to start filming.

What you don't see, however, is the flustered man behind you, bringing his calloused hand slowly up to where you pressed a kiss on his face while in complete awe of you.

#jackass x reader #chris pontius <3 #chris pontius x reader #chris x reader #jackass #pontius x reader #jackass <3

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moonshoon · 1 year

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Miss Me Much?

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paring: sunoo x reader genre: smut, a little bit of fluff word count: 2.7k

summary: reader is in a relationship with music major!sunoo, but they live appart for the time being. their long distance relationship is going well, and sunoo comes to town around christmas break to surprise reader. things get a little heated in reader’s dorm room

warnings: dom!sunoo, smut, degrading, smoking, fingering, cunnilingus, penetration, harsh language, mention of test stress, long distance relationship, mentions of death (no main characters)

shortenings: y/n > your name f/n > friend’s name

!WARNING! contains +18, MDNI

„i miss you so much, sun...", i mumbled out against my pillow. my head was buried into the fluffy fabric, voice muffled as i was still on the call with sunoo. since he had to move away for his dream music college i was left alone in this town here, with no one to talk to. naturally, i am happy he is living his dream right now, but I still miss him so much right now. especially since we haven't seen each other in almost half a year.

"don't worry baby. only two more weeks and then the christmas break will start and i'll be back for some time." i heard his voice through the speakers of my phone. "i already can't wait to have you back in my arms and hold you forever." this made me smile. so many people told us that our relationship wouldn't work out because we would be long distance, but no. i feel like as soon as i will be united with sunoo again, i will be even happier than i have ever been in my life.

the more we talked, the more i got excited about his coming back, i couldn't wait to see my boyfriend again after such a log time apart. "i hope these two weeks pass quickly so i can see you again soon... i feel so lonely without you here next to me in my bed" i told him. "it's okay, love. as soon as I will be there, i will spend all my time with you in your bed so you don't feel so lonely anymore." i giggled in excitement, pressing my head further into the soft, fluffy pillow.

"i'm sorry, babe. i'll have to go now, jay called me because we have soccer practice in twenty minutes. i will call you again as soon as possible! i love you." he promised as we said our goodbyes and then he hung up. now i was kind of lonely again.

i put away my phone and went back to my studies. for one because i had a few tests next week, and because i had to distract myself from thinking about Sun or else i would end up just missing him even more than i already am.

next thing i knew was, i woke up with my head on my desk and by back hurting more than a 98 year old's. hm... i probably fell asleep while studying yesterday. the physics book opened on page 204 that was laying right next to me on the desk proved my suspicion.

when i took a look at my phone and saw the time, i quickly sprang up from my stool, trying to get myself ready as fast as possible, because class was about to start in a few minutes. i quickly rushed to the bathroom, brushing my teeth, washing my face and applying a little bit of make-up before hurrying back to my closet to grab the first skirt and shirt i could find.

as i was running in the hallway, i saw some people from my class, which made me relax a bit, but i still didn't slow down because i didn't want to be late no matter if some others are.

when i quickly jogged up to my seat at the back of the class, i saw the seat next to me was empty. strange. f/n should have been here already, she's never late. and when the professor then walked in, and she still wasn't here, i worried she was sick. probably she was, but how dare she leave me alone?

The classes were honestly so boring without her, and i don't even know how i survived psychology class (i hate that fucking teacher). But I'm glad i did survive so i can make my way to my dorm room now. i put on my headphones, playing one of my favorite songs and walked on to the dorms.

when i arrived at the dorm building, i saw a man standing there, leaning right against the entrance. his hood was pulled up and a cigarette in his hands, rings adorning his fingers. reminds me of sun, but that can't be him. don’t tell me i’m starting to hallucinate because i miss him so much... i thought to myself while i walked closer, headphones still playing music.

when i made my way past person, they lifted their head to look at me. and when i saw the face, i almost freaked out and started screaming. my cheeks rose, as i smiled brightly at the person standing in front of me.

"miss me?", he said, voice smoother and deeper than i remembered, cigarette in between his lips. "why are you already here? didn't you say you'll be here when christmas break starts? that's like in two weeks..." i said, still shocked about my boyfriend standing in front of my dorm out of nowhere. "classes got cancelled for some time, because one of the staff members died unfortunately. but I'm happy i can see you again, babe." sunoo explained, wrapping his hands around me to pull me into a tight hug, almost squishing me to death. i gladly wrapped my arms around him too, responding with the same feelings as him as the smell of the smoke enveloped both of us.

"i missed you so, so much, sun..." And before i could stop it, sobs made their way out of my mouth, and some tears started streaming down my face. "don't cry. i'm here now, hm?" his hands were rubbing my back, calming me down a little bit. he swiftly pulled out my phone out of the back pocket of my pants before holding it onto the sensor at the entrance door, my access card being in the back of the phone case.

the little light on the sensor turned green and he opened the door before throwing his cigarette onto the ground, lifting me up and carrying me into the building.

"let's rest a bit and watch a movie, what do you think?" "But i have a lot of tests to study for..." "i don't care right now, you deserve some rest and i will stay here and make sure you will get your deserved hours of rest." i just nodded my head, not able to protest because I do really need some rest right now.

we chose to watch a movie none of us had seen, so i don't remember the name exactly, but it was a great movie. well, it was as long as i got to see it.

„you know what i really missed a lot when we were not together?" sun asked me, looking me straight in the eyes. i quickly shook my head to tell him I didn't know. „your pretty fucking lips..."

as soon as those words left his mouth, he smashed his lips onto mine, pulling me directly onto his lap with his beautiful hands. they were placed on my ass as i wrapped my arms sound his shoulders to glide my nails along his clothed back.

he didn't hesitate one second to swipe his tongue along my bottom lip, to ask for entrance. and as soon as he got it, he dominated my tongue with his. our saliva mixed together, his hands on my ass, my hands all over his back and hair. i must say, i really missed that feeling too.

„please, sun~" i whined out lightly grinding up against him, looking for some friction. „be my good girl and stay still for me now, ok?" he mumbled and continued kissing me slowly, also making his way down my neck, placing his soft lips on my sensitive spots. i let out little moans and whimpers at the feeling of him sucking on my skin to mark me as his. the thought of walking around with his marks really did turn me on a lot.

his kisses continued over to my collarbones, also leaving some hickeys there too, before they went lower. i could feel his lips at the top of my breasts, caressing my skin lightly. my hands settled themselves in his black locks, tugging at his hair and massaging his scalp from time to time. the v-neck shirt i wore - for which i also almost got dresscoded today - proves to be very practical right now.

“please, sun, do something~" i whined out, begging for him to do more. his lips slowly left my skin, a worried look on his face. „are you sure you're ready, babe? we’ve never done this before" so sweet of him to be concerned about me... his hands we're still holding me against him tightly, not letting lose for a second. „yes, i'm very sure, baby. you can continue..." my voice was shaky. this would be the first time we do more than just making out and leaving hickeys on each other.

„oh god, you're so sexy." he mumbled out before putting his hands onto the hem of my top, and looking at me again. i nodded my head to give him permission, and in no time my top was gone, thrown somewhere into my room. now i was sitting there on top of my boyfriend, just in my bra, his lips on my body again. i could feel his hands travelling up my back, brushing over the clip of my bra.

he hooked two of his fingers behind it and swiftly opened it. „are you sure?" He asked, voice still laced with concern. „if you're not going to hurry up you can completely forget it." i mumbled before pulling him up to capture his lips with mine passionately before puling my bra off completely.

and before i knew it, he already dove down to take one of my breasts and decorate it with more of the beautiful marks. he just hugged me closer and closer as he worked on my chest, switching from one to the other, so both have the same amount of attention.

as i let out a breathy moan, he turned us around and now i was under him. his gaze was focused on my expressions, checking if i was still comfortable. When i stretched my hands out and pulled up his shirt, he immediately tossed it off too, bare, lightly toned torso on display for me. i reached out with my hands and brushed over his skin, making him breathe out shakily.

“please sun, touch me more..." i said as i made circles with my fingertips all over his abdomen. slowly, his hesitation got less and less, and soon he was laying in between my legs, leaving kisses as he lifted up my skirt to get a good view of my panties. „so cute..." his fingers hooked under the fabric, slowly pulling it down to get a good view. „wet for me already i see, doll?" i just let out a little whine in embarrassment when he called me doll, i can't handle all the attention sometimes.

he didn't wait long before brushing his fingers over my folds, careful not to hurt me. over time, he got more confident and inserted two of his long, slender fingers. rings still on them. i could feel the cold metal against my throbbing core, pushing against the amazing sensation. he started curling his fingers inside of me, making me whine even higher. „oh- god please, sun"

his lips latched onto my bud, playing with the sensitive nerves there and making me squirm even harder than before. my stomach tightened as i felt my orgasm approaching slowly, my grip tightening on sun's hair. „don't stop, don't stop, oh-„ my voice got higher pitched, and my thighs started shaking. i tried to close my legs around his head but he held them open with a firm grip, biting on my clit lightly. with that, i couldn't hold back any longer and came right onto his tongue. he didn't stop licking until i was clean, drinking up my juces.

„that was delicious." he sighed, licking his lips. i slowly got up and pushed him down onto the bed, still trembling a little from the orgasm. my hands went to the top of his pants, tugging at the belt lightly. i fumbled around with the belt, trying to get it open. after a few second it opened and i pulled the zipper down, before trying to tug his pants down too. he lifted his hips a little to help me, and pulled off the pants to toss them off the bed.

my eyes wandered to his boxers, a wet patch at the front where you could see a big bulge. impressive. i also pulled down his boxers with a little help and started stroking him slowly. he let out low, breathy groans, bucking up his hips into my hand from time to time. „god, doll, i love you so much, but stop please. i don't want to cum into your hand right now." my face flushed red at his words, but i stopped, putting my hand on his thigh.

not even a second later he turned us around again and was hovering over me, gaze fixated on my body. "beautiful..." he mumbled, stretching his arm out to get a condom and lube from a drawer of my nightstand. he opened the condom package and rolled it on. the bottle cap popped open, he squeezed out some lube onto his hand, before rubbing himself with it. "i don't want to hurt you, y/n" he was worried, voice all serious now. “don't worry, sun, you won't. i'm sure." he slowly nodded before teasing me by sliding his tip against my folds. i whined lightly, pushing myself towards him to show him that i want it.

after a few seconds of just rubbing against me, he finally started pushing in. at first, it stung a little bit, but soon it turned into a pleasurable burn. "faster, please..." i breathed out, reaching with my hands to pull him down to me by his shoulders. my nails were scratching his back, his hands on my hips to hold me in place.

"so beautiful, doll. want to devour you right now." he groaned out as he sped up his thrusts. "oh- yes, please!" i shrieked as he hit my sweet spot, dragging my nails down his back harder, so there would be marks the next morning for sure. i had to guarantee that i had marked him good enough too...

"will you come for me, doll? cream all over my dick?" he whispered into my ear. i whimpered at his words. who knew I had a weak spot for dirty talk... i nodded my head quickly, trying to communicate to him that i liked it. "words, doll. i need words" he said and slapped my thigh harshly, his voice sounded like pure venom. "yes, yes." my voice was shaky, almost a whisper from all the stimulation i was receiving.

his hand made it's way down to my bud, rubbing over it in fast circles. i let out a loud moan at his action, never having felt this good in my entire life. "gonna, gonna-" i interrupted myself as i moaned out loudly against his shoulder, the knot in my stomach snapping. my eyes rolled back as i came on him, clenching down. his thrusts also started getting sloppier, he was close too.

"such a good girl for me, doll. i love your pussy so much" he breathed out as he thrusted into me harshly one last time, before he came into the condom. both of us were panting heavily, still trying to calm down from the intense session we just had.

when he slowly pulled out, i let out a whimper at the emptiness. sunoo stood up and discarded the used condom, before laying back down with me and pulling me close.

"how was it?" he asked sweetly. "amazing. i love you so much and i am so glad i could experience this with you, babe." "i love you more, and i would not mind if we would go for a second round right now, and i'll make you scream..." he whispered the last part into my ear while i could already hear his smirk forming.

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evertidings · 10 months

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Hi! Recently found this game, and I am hooked! Thank you for beautiful writing, with found family trope its kinda hard to give genuine feelings for something feels off or too fast most of the time but you nailed it!

My question is regarding to K. I saw that some ppl have asked about an immortal MC, and you've answered that K would leave them. It doesn't feel natural that K would mourn forever after MC's death ofc, they need to move on, and you've said that it is already not possible to be immortal so this is all hypothetical. But I just wanted to know where you came from. Why would K leave them, like, wouldn't it be a pleasant reveal if MC somehow (again, hypothetical - maybe not like 'But I wanna stick with you forever and live forever muhaha vibe but in an unintentional way) became immortal. Cause it felt like K would just say 'Yep. I like you but 100 years is where I draw the relationship line.' No known relationship in history have lasted more than 100 years in rl, and immortals don't get along so well in the fic, so is it because K would feel like that their relationship would go downhill since MC is now immortal or K would feel repulse just because it'd mean a commitment away longer than they've intended.

Sorry if it was too long, I ask with complete respect to your writing, I was just curious about this because K's decision that you've offered (them leaving) feels healthier but couldn't pin point on why lol.

i’m not going to lie, i don’t remember saying that K would leave the hunter if they were immortal, though i can see why.

i’ll entertain the hypothetical just this one. normally i don’t, since the hunter being immortal would take away any purpose of K’s character development, but for the sake of the ask, i’ll pretend.

in truth, i think the hunter becoming immortal would hurt too much for K to remain. if it happens just as they’re falling in love, the conflicting emotions of their acceptance of mortality and the hunter’s lifespan would make them quite unstable. they’ll likely revert back to the ‘immortality is a curse’ mentality. they’d break up with the hunter because they don’t want to see the relationship sour and the hunter tire of them. no amount of begging will convince them otherwise. likewise, they don’t want to have a bad breakup and then act like the hunter is a stranger for centuries afterwards. they’d rather preserve the good relationship you have now, even if it means denying themself potential happiness.

K’s character and arc revolves around their outlook on mortality and immortality. there is a reason i deliberately chose to not make the hunter immortal. by falling in love with a human/finding a found family with humans, they learn that their existence is not a curse but a blessing and that humans, despite their shortened lives, are not something to look down on.

#ask #k de vries

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imliketheiceifreeze · 11 months

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My Little Scientist- Chapter 9

warnings: smut, swearing, MINORS DNI

word count: 2,526

sorry this has taken so long but i hope you all enjoy the next installment of this series!

Chapter 10

"You unlock this door Wainfleet, or I swear to god I'll make you wish you weren't reborn," he grunted, slamming his fist into the window, causing the remaining soldiers to jump back, before racing off to join their new leader. "Shit, I don't have my comms," he spoke again, softer this time and directed towards Gaia.

No words came from her mouth in response, unable to speak without having so much as talked to the man in over a week, she found it was hard to look at him, knowing he no longer held the same feelings for her as he did before, and knowing that it was her own fault.

"Come on princess, not even gonna talk to me if we're stuck together, you really hate me don't you."

her lips parted at his words, an audible gasp slipping from them, eyes boring into his own unblinking golden orbs that held a hint of sadness, even with the malice in his tone. "I could never hate you Miles," she whispered coarsely turning away from him, her hair whipping around with the speed, crossing her arms around her waist, she couldn't look at him like this.

Yet upon hearing him approach, she still couldn't help glancing over her shoulder, even now, feeling that same magnetic pull towards him which she wondered would it ever go away.

"Could've fooled me," he muttered, placing a warm hand tentatively over her shoulder, drawing a shiver from the smaller woman, having been craving his touch for so long now her body reacted involuntarily whenever he was close.

"Don't act like you don't hate me too," her voice cracked miserably at her own words, Miles' thumb now rubbing the skin on her shoulder, a small comfort at least.

"Hate you sunshine? I don't hate you, why in the hell would you think that," his own voice was now only a whisper to match hers, the taut atmosphere enveloping them both in its embrace.

"You've been ignoring me all week, what was I supposed to think?" Gaia murmured, turning her head once more to meet his own sorrowful eyes, it was the only thing that made her question if possibly, he still felt the same way after all.

"You ain't been talking to me either baby, I thought I was in the dog-house," his other hand now rested carefully over hers, in attempt to loosen the tight grip she had around her waist, whilst his words were bringing her nothing more than immense confusion.

"Dog-house, what do you mean?" She circled around finally to face him, instead of pushing him off like the cowardly part of her so desperately wanted to.

"In disgrace baby, waiting for you to forgive me for being an asshole, for what I said," he gulped, seeming nervous for once, his eyes flickered down to the speckled floor before returning to the pools of honey staring back puzzledly. "I'm sorry for what I said Gaia, you have every right not to forgive me, I just need you to know." His voice was now constricted with his own emotions, eyes burning with intensity and refusing to look away.

His confession made her heart lurch, in all honesty she had forgiven him the very next day, but his apology was so sweet it sparked a deeper fondness for the man within her and she'd missed this feeling so much, she'd missed him.

Unwinding her arms, she reached on her tiptoes for his face, him leaning down eagerly to help shorten her journey, she cupped his cheek, not missing the way his eyes closed at her touch, his large face leaning into her palm as she stroked his smooth skin with her thumb tenderly.

"Please Miles, lets not fight anymore," Gaia croaked, his eyes shooting open at her words, arms instinctively pulled her closer.

"I don't wanna fight with you baby," his arms were wound around her waist in a suffocating embrace as they were pulled to one another, as if by a gravitational force, their lips meeting before either could register the action; not that there was much protest.

His lips moved over hers with the passion of a weeks worth of words unsaid, her own returning the favour just as eagerly. "Jump," he grunted, lifting his lover into his arms, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist as he walked them both to the couch, lowering himself slowly with her still in his lap as she busied herself, pressing feverish kisses to his lips whilst she gripped the sides of his face, feeling his chest rumble contentedly.

"Don't leave me again sunshine, I can't take it a second time," he whispered, now pressing his own eager kisses to her cheeks and jaw, travelling to her neck until they were both happily nuzzling their faces together, hands caressing and touching at any exposed skin, as if it might be the last time they'd get the opportunity.

Gaia thought that If any of the soldiers were looking over them right now she'd probably die of embarrassment, yet too engrossed in the warmth of the strong arms encasing her and the safety and comfort they provided to check if her fears rang true.

"I'll never leave Miles, I'll always be here," she muttered between kisses, rubbing her cheek against his like he might rub off on her if she tried hard enough.

"And, just to clarify, we are dating sweetheart, if any of my soldiers try hitting on you again."

She giggled, rolling her eyes at his possessiveness, a flush on her cheeks indicating it didn't bother her in the least

"So I'm your girl now?" She questioned, pressing a kiss to his lips once more.

"If that's what you want, you can be my girl."

Blushing crimson she hid her face in his chest, feeling his chuckle vibrating against her ear.

"What, that make you shy sweetheart? Being my girl, thought we'd already established this to be honest, but you're mine, my girl, mine, sunshine," he stroked her hair with long fingers, tugging slightly to bring her eye level, a feeling she revelled in all to much.

"That enough for you baby, to know your mine?" He growled, Gaia able to feel his growing hardness beneath her, a soft moan leaving her lips when he shifted himself enough to brush against her core.

"I'd prefer you to show me," she grinned like a Cheshire cat, liking the way his grasp on her tightened, his head falling into her shoulder and breathing deeply, pressing her into him until she was plastered against his chest.

"Darling, not here, Don't do that right here," he groaned, acutely aware of the audience they'd gathered by the window of the break room, pressing open mothed kisses readily to her slender neck in attempt to control himself.

"Miles," she whined in annoyance, rolling her hips gently against his own to convey her need, the friction making her eyes roll back into her skull

"Darlin'," he slapped her ass with a low growl that commanded her to stop without even having to ask. She submitted to his wishes instantly, ceasing all movements to look up through her lashes at the feral eyes staring back, heart beating out of her chest at the sight.

"That's a good girl, you want me to show you how much you mean to me? Let me take care of you sweetheart, I'll look after you real good," he grumbled again, voice growing rougher with every word as he massaged the flesh of her plush thighs, his large hand easily covering her entire upper leg.

"Yes, please," she whispered coyly, eyes fluttering between him and the floor as a blush spread across her cheeks.

Miles promptly stood up once more, causing Gaia to wrap her legs like a vice around him so as not to fall as he walked up to the window, exposing them to the prying eyes of his soldiers, who Gaia hadn't realised until now had been watching her little display.

"Oi, you perverts gonna let us out or what?"

Miles banged on the window with one large fist as he growled, his other hand resting under Gaia's ass much to her embarrassment, whilst she hid her face in his broad chest, gripping onto his shoulders with her short nails, able to feel the rippling muscle beneath his taut skin.

There was no reply, only shocked faces glaring back at their Colonel, unmoving with fear, that was until Lyle moved out of the pack, dangling the stolen keys in front of Mile's eyes with a grin, before he disappeared from sight. The door swung open suddenly, leaving a grinning Lyle in plain view, and if Miles hadn't been so preoccupied he might've bothered to scold him.

"You're welcome sir, don't go too rough on sunshine now,"

Lyle snickered as Miles pushed past him, ignoring his lewd comments in favour of marching at top speed towards his quarters, he had a promise to fulfil after all, and he was a man of his word.

"Yeah Colonel get some!"

Another voice shouted faintly down the long corridor, making Gaia groan, wishing she could retain at least a little dignity around the man, something she never managed to do.

"I'll make 'em pay for saying that, don't worry sunshine," Miles smirked, aware of Gaia's head still dipped into his chest, the red of her cheeks visible even with only a glance of his eyes

"You better," she retorted, her words muffled by the material of his shirt she was still buried in

"It ain't all my fault though is it darlin', didn't have to start grindin' on me in front of 'em all," he chuckled, drawl thicker than usual, a heady atmosphere falling on you both as he reached for the handle of his door.

She finally looked up at him with an amorous glint in her wide eyes, face framed by a few blonde curls, Miles couldn't help but suck in a breath at the sight. "I didn't know they were all watching," she pouted as he strolled into the empty room, finally setting her down on his bed, with an eyebrow quirked up at her comment.

"it's alright sunshine, we're all alone now so you can do whatever you like," he teased, lowering himself in front of her as he began to suck and kiss at that spot below her ear that had her trembling all over again.

He popped the button of her jeans with a sly smile, looking up at her widened eyes, the puzzle pieces finally clicking into place in her mind of his plans for that night.

"I think I have a favour to return, don't I," he mused, one hand massaging Gaia's thigh whilst the other dragged her zipper down at a tantalising pace, her breath catching in her throat at the sight of such a powerful man brought to his knees before her, pressing gentle kisses to the skin of her stomach.

And she relished in the way he made her squirm in his hold, gripping her tightly and following her movements if she ever attempted to escape, letting her grip at his hair and trap his head with her thighs whenever the pleasure became too much.

She couldn't count how many times she met her blissful end that night, only being released from his divine torture once he was fully satisfied; yet one thing was for certain, she hadn't ever slept so deeply as once he was done with her.

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"Miles, I'm sorry too you know" Gaia spoke softly into the dim room whilst Miles caressed her side with one large hand, holding her against him with the fear she could slip right through his fingers at any moment.

"I know," he only replied in a husky voice, his fingers squeezing her comfortingly with his lips pressed against her bare shoulder.

"You can have them back if you want," he spoke again, more quietly, against the shell of her ear, spying the way her eyes were fixated on the glinting metal coiled up on his bedside table. He'd been unable to put them back on since that night, knowing that doing so would be an admittance of her absence, a small part of him still holding out hope that she would return to him.

He reached over her to the cool object, hooking the chain against his fingers to get a good look at it.

"I can?" she caught her lip between her teeth to suppress the pleased grin that was trying to force it's way against taut cheeks

"Go on baby, don't go throwing it back at me any time soon though or I might not be so forgiving." He warned sternly, in that authoritative voice that had her stomach lurching, a pink hue dusting her face as she gripped the necklace from between his fingers, pulling it away from them gingerly, before slipping it over her head for the second time, having missed the feeling of them bouncing right over her heart whenever she moved.

"You can pry these off my cold, dead body, they're mine now," she teased, stroking her fingers over the deepened lines in the metal, marking her as his own, not that she minded anymore, she couldn't deny it anymore, how deeply she'd fallen with this man, he may as well tattoo his name on her because even if he left, she'd always belong to him a little.

"Hah, you better keep it that way, want the whole base knowing you're spoken for."

"I think at least your team knows by know, they're always calling me the Colonel's girl," she stroked his hand as she spoke, twisting her head over her shoulder to see how her words were received.

"Oh they are now are they?" He grinned, giving her side a pinch as his fangs poked out over his lip, reminding her of the many pinprick marks they'd left over her body.

"Yeah, they always have actually, what have you been saying to them?" She questioned in an accusatory tone as his eyes swam with mischief

"wouldn't you like to know," he whispered against her ear once more in a sultry tone, causing her to shiver in delight arching back into the man who'd only finished with you a few minutes prior.

"what, you want another round already sunshine? Thought you were too tired hmm?" He mused, one hand snaking between her legs to her exposed sex which was already prepared to take him, barely having recovered from the way he'd already taken her for multiple rounds.

"Please just put it in Miles, I need you," she complained, her hole pulsing with need as if it were crying out for him, a request he couldn't resist, and before she knew it she was sighing in relief as he entered, fucking her softly into the pillows with his arm wound around her waist to keep her close.

"How could I say no," he groaned, clearly feeling just as sensitive as Gaia, as he took his pleasure once more, not ready to let their union come to and end.

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kakusu-shipping · 3 months

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I was the sadistic po3 ask and you are so right. I honestly hadn't thought about it for very long its the vibe he gives off initially but the more I think on it the more I realize hes the type to fall little by little and then all at once. The type to call you an idiot and give you advice in the same statement, to notice immediately when you change your hair style or a new shirt. The moment he realizes hes the type to do the oh. oh. oh no. Like thats his vibe. hes a dick but a loving one.

Okay FIRST OF ALL anon that post is almost two years old at this point so. Welcome back. I'm sorry I was so harsh to your Sadistic Yandere P03 concept.

SECOND P03 acts of service Tsundere type is so funny I love that for him. He will deny he did that for you, or if he accepts it he expects gratitude of the highest caliber.

This doesn't feel very Yandere to me though this is very base P03 affection to me. But that's because to me P03 is the least Yandere out of the Scrybes.. and I think that's why the polycule broke up before you arrived??

He was the object of their obsessions, and it was smothering and toxic and terrifying. He hated it, he was scared, he was cadged, he could never do anything on his own or go anywhere without checking in on someone. He never had his own space, never had control...

Yandere P03 would then push that cycle of abuse onto you, take control from you, not forcefully, but just a little bit at a time. Manipulate your space slowly so you have fewer and fewer options on where to go, like shortening a leash on a dog. It takes time. It takes routine.

This though, the acts of service and catering to your comfort, is Post Recovery P03. A P03 who's had time, a LOT of time, to himself, to his space, and found loneliness. He wants you to want to come back, because deep down he needs you, but doesn't want to admit that, because to him it's wrong to need someone. It hits too close to home, make him feel too much like the other scrybes.

He'll give you reasons to want to come back, and it'll remind him of how Grimora would always lend him things so he'd have reason to return. How she'd gift him everything he'd wanted so he'd come back, how she'd loose several matches in a row, and only win the one he'd said was his last game, so he'd stay and challenge her to a rematch

He'll follow on your heel as you wander around his factory because it's dangerous and maze like, and it'll remind him of the feeling of being followed, of being watched, by Magnificus everywhere he went. The suffocating feeling of never being anywhere alone, of eyes that saw his every possible future always on him. He'll deny his affections to you and remind himself of Magnificus doing the same when he'd stumbled into a room covered wall to wall in paintings of himself, in situations he knew Magnificus was not with him

He'll spend time tailoring his game to your play style, making sure cards you like are more plentiful, making sure the puzzles are engaging and challenging, and he'll remind himself of Leshy, the worst of them all, and that cabin full of intrigue. Of story and hard fights and difficult puzzles and nights of "Just one more round" turned three and four. When he floats just above you to feel superior he'll be reminded of the wall that use to be a door that he'd pressed himself against Leshy towered above him, a man who'd say one thing and feel another, who'd played the hero over and over in their games, and revealed himself the villain when P03 attempted to leave

He doesn't want to need you in the same way the other Scrybes had needed him

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manonamora-if · 11 months

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The Roads I Maybe Should Have Taken

The TRNT Post Mortem

Oye oye! As was promised, so it is! The Post Mortem for The Roads Not Taken (which hopefully won't be as long as the actual game...)

Follow me into my journey of once again speed-running my way through a competition, and coming out scratched and bruised and still not learning my lessons!

First, some links:

if you haven't played the game yet, I recommend you do before reading this!

you can find its IFDB page here (if you want to leave a review?)

and the STF version source code here for the code curious!

shortened version of the PostMortem on IntFic

Then, a little Table of Content:

The Idea

The Story

The Implementation

The Reception

The Do-Over?

And finally, we start! (under the break because it will be long - LoL at me writing 1/5th of TRNT as a Post Mortem)

I should preface this Post Mortem with I entered the SpringThing on a whim. I had just come out of a conga line of competitions and game jams since last Summer (log of release/update), and had plans on finishing working on other projects instead of this one (which I probably should have... sorry The Rye in the Dark City for abandoning you...). But I obviously didn't do that because here was another new fresh game! And then another two of those just after... whooops...

The idea for TRNT just popped into my brain one day and would not leave me until I implemented it, no matter what (yes, I am still weak willed, I have not learned my lesson from The Thick Table Tavern, the one about not rushing a project and publishing it at a later date when it is truly ready). I did have that thought in the back of my mind that if I do do this, it would be very likely I would end up with a repeat of TTTT, as in: half-full drink with too much ice, and expired garnish falling from the very pretty fancy glass.

Also I did not start working on the entry until the SeedComp was in its voting round (so around the 4-5th of March?). I really wasn't kidding about the speed-running thing....

Another thing: I had never created a parser game before this point AND suck real time at playing them! This was also indicated in my Author's comment.

Nothing obviously stopped me anyway, because here we are...

1- The Idea

A few weeks before the opening of the SpringThing intent, the French IF community was streaming some older parser entries, including Aisle* and Pick-Up the Phone Booth and Die, two games where the player can only do one action before the game ends. I'd never really experienced this kind of game before (the closest being having a sudden death/continue the story choice). It packed a punch, it was funny, and also so very weird. It left me dissatisfied and super intrigued. I wanted to try and do that too someday. *Funnily, someone on the French IF discord thought DOL-OS had been inspired by Sam Barlow's work (it wasn't, but TRNT def was).

Not, I am not going to be hella pretentious and full of myself by putting TRNT on the same level as those games (because I don't think I did a good enough job to merit a comparison), but the one-action-only gameplay and multiple endings drew me in (I love abrupt endings, cf P-Rix). I've mainly written longer form of IF rather than short bites, and I thought it would be fun to try to constrict myself as much as possible, by having just one thing, one action, one outcome.

And also: parsers. I had only dabbled with the Choice-Based/Hyperlink format, so I thought it was time to try the last unexplored part of my IF journey: parsers. Since the SpringThing Festival is a nice place to experiment, I thought why not try to make one then! I could not have survived the anxiety of the IFComp reviews for that one...

Still, it was not going to be without a challenge. I had very little experience with parsers, and I honestly didn't think I could learn how to use a parser program in such short amount of time*, when I had a lot of other stuff at the same time. So I thought, why not make it in Twine**, at least I know this program inside-and-out(almost). There would not be a steep learning curve there... What could go wrong? *lol at me, having made an Adventuron game in a non supported language in about 2 weeks after that, without ever having tried the program beforehand. I could totes have managed!! **Also, when I got set with Twine, I realised how fun it would be to maybe put people's expectations upside down by doing something you're not supposed to with Twine... or parsers!

Well, it was going right at first...

2- The Story

I really wanted to recreate the same gameplay of Aisle with its only-one-action-and-it's-over, so I started listing possible actions and put them into a context where this choice of action would mean everything for the PC - because it is the only action you have. Which might not have been a good take? Aisle works because the setting is incredible mundane, and there are no stakes.

The context pretty quickly drew itself as the player will chose a profession/career path, and if they do/choose something wrong, then...😬too bad for them, they made their choice, deal with the consequences. While, in reality, we are not stuck in a life because of one choice, but with a myriad of them (and still we can change this trajectory), it's still a big pressure you get as a youth, having to choose where to go and what to do when you are done with highschool, and what path to take. It's a lot of responsibility that sometimes feels like it will affect/haunt the rest of your life. Do I still have some of that school/parental pressure from when I had to make that choice ingrained somewhere inside? probably...

But the more foolish idea was to let my brain continue to think more about that context and create a world and story further than the choice. Instead of going forward with the consequences and the hints of what could have happened or just let the choice being the centre piece, the brain just went backwards and created a society (some sort of futuristic one) and vaguely described beings (that are not humans), and the ritualistic culture of this society, etc... While it was fun to think about all of those, and maybe provided a fun setting and enticing story for the player to go through the game, there might have been a bit too much of it. I think, in hindsight, this may have devalued the choice itself (which became even more watered down when I continued on writing the first screens).

And so, the job choice soon became the player is going through some sort of ritual (v trope-y) to determine their place in society. If it has a vibe of The Giver, it shouldn't be too surprising, the book is on my shelf.

So we still have the one-choice-to-rule-them-all, but now there is a also backstory and setting... and I have to include it somewhoeeven if it means cramming it somewhere, anywhere.

Oh wait, I thought, I'll just make it like a prologue to build anticipation for the choice!

And so the brain went on zooming again to create the waiting room, and the agonising walk in the corridor, and the finding your way to the altar, before you cant finally make your choice..... only to end up with two(-ish) paragraphs for each endings. wow - what a good balanced game this is becoming...

Speaking of endings, I had originally listed over 50 actions, each planned to have a different ending.... only to end up with about 11, 7 of those were actually related to the final countdown choice. It made me sadder than when I cut onions :(

It wasn't just the player that needed to make...

At this point, we were two weeks away from the deadline. I had the backbone of the code (-ish), a good third of the writing wasn't complete (and this was mainly those 11 endings), and no one had tested the game yet. There was no way I could have included all 50 original options if I wanted to make the deadline. might have been good in hindsight to remove those choices, especially with the current command system.

So choices had to be made and a buttload of planned things had to be cut. I narrowly managed to finish the needed endings in time (which required re-writing some of those into a fake choice), at least.

At the end, I strayed quite a bit from the Aisle concept of a mini intro - one action - an ending puzzle-y feel (and making the player piece the story together from the endings), to arrive at... well... this anxiously geolian walk to one's doom (or dream). Making the story quite... well... linear.

And from going somewhat wrong, it went a little wrong-er...

3- The Implementation

Wanting to avoid the headache of learning a new program, I had settled on Twine pretty much from the start (SugarCube, because that's how I've been rolling for the past almost 2 years!).

The big problématiques of this project were:

Twine is not a parser program (duh)

SugarCube has its limitations still (and macros that don't always work the way you want to)

I had never written a parser game before and suck at playing them (thank you, French IF streams that helps me enjoy them without experiencing the frustration of not finding the right combo!)

I still suck at JavaScript/jQuery to do weird things with the page (and probably fix all those issues)

and well did I already say Twine is not a parser program?

So I tried to get to the basic of parsers (an input box and text revealing itself onto the page when a command is entered) and prayed for the best. Easy, right?

WRONG!

SugarCube has an input box, but can only autofocus* inside one specific place (so you can't lock it somewhere else but the passage itself, which means you need to add it to every screen...) and when the passage is first loaded (doesn't work if the input box is added later on). *I have also hurt some kitten by overusing autofocus, which was only compensated by offering the the SugarCube God some bug reports about it so those issues could be fixed for the next update (TBA). But you really are not supposed to use autofocus as much as I did... 😬

SugarCube has an input box, but you can only move to another passage after you press Enter. So you can't have some fancy input checks, and you stay on the same page... without some custom listener macro* that is (Bless you Maliface and your Listen Macro) - or I guess some JavaScript code, but who has time for that... I had included a button as an alternative to confirm the commands (which was how I had coded it for DOL-OS), but it would have made the parser experience much worse if using Enter would not have loaded a response (this was a criticism from DOL-OS, which now that I know how to fix, I really should do so...). *at least until the next Sugarcube update which will include a listener.

SugarCube has an input box, but doesn't have a bank of commands, or set object indicator (like with the parsers). While you can technically separate the inputed words with some JavaScript**, whether you do so or not will end with the same amount of spaghetti code at the end, with the different conditional statements for each actions on each screen to show the correct text bits (mine amounted to almost 600 lines of code for 7 screens... without included the printed text! -> see the source code). Now that I've messed around with Adventuron, I can see how easy it is to make a parser game (set up commands and rooms and interactive object), when you have a bank of built-in commands and not have to worry about how to add the new text on the screen. Twine really added a new layer of complexity to this.... Was there a better way of doing this? probably, but don't look at me to find it. *this was how the name chosenname command came to be, and how it only printed the chosen name on the following screens. That and the autofocus being messy...

SugarCube can add text bits to a page, but unlike parser programs, it won't automatically scroll down to the bottom of the page, or at least to the added element. Adding a scroll down to the bottom or scroll up to the page was not too hard (I had some leftover js code), but it was not the solution: the UI is mobile/tablet accessible (smaller screens), which means scrolling to the bottom would make those players having to manually scroll back up (and I am usually quite verbose in my writing). So very much EH.... NOT GREAT! After quite a lot of testing, broken pieces of code, way too much swearing, and re-doing the base of the UI, I did manage to find a solution.... a month into the review/voting period.

But even with those limitations, I pushed through. I knew it was possible to make it work, so I either tried to find work arounds (and gave up the scrolling, at least until the deadline), and pushed through, banging my head against my desk because of what was achievable...

LIKE BUILDING A WHOLE COMMANDS SYSTEM...

Wanting to make things easy for myself (and the players), I thought maybe removing all verbs would make it easier to go through the game, even when having to interact with objects or people around. Enter the bolded word* from the text as the input, press enter, and read the new text! *It was important for me to have some sort of "easy" mode where the interactive things were obvious to the player, coming from a scene where parsers are not the norm/favoured.

Simple right?

This idea... stopped working as soon as I introduced physical actions (sit, stand, jump, etc...), directional actions (the story might be linear but it still has multiple rooms), but most importantly as soon as I wrote flavour texts for one same object. Even if I could get away with removing X/LOOK/EXAMINE*, adding verbs at the end was a necessity (I didn't want to see all the already written variation go to waste...). *I did include look in the code, but mistakenly didn't think about its synonym <- shows the no-knowledge of parser, and not having a bank of commands built-in.

So verbs were added, and then some of its synonyms (but evidently not the most important ones 😬), and then some prepositions just in case, and noun synonyms with adjectives because of how it is described in the text, and then.... so on and so forth. And because of how SugarCube is set, I ended up with lines like this at the end:

<<if ["initiate", "look initiate", "look at initiate", "remember initiate", "initiates", "look initiates", "look at initiates", "remember initiates", "recall initiate", "recall initiates"].contains(_cmd)>>

(and this is not even a correct or complete command list, since it is missing EXAMINE and X)

Et rebelotte for all the interactive words on the page, as well as the added variations requiring another set other verbs. There's not really a verb/noun aliases list to help...

BUT WAIT

Because I always like to make it difficult for myself and not think of the amount of work my ideas/plan will require, I had to make some bits of text appear only once (even if some commands could be used more than once on that page) OR removing the player's ability to make a different action when they do a specific one AND have some bits of text only appear after a command has been used on that page. Pushing the player through extra invisible gates on top of the different rooms. I could have made it easier on myself to break scenes further than I had already done, but nooooooo

And I did this not just once. BUT THREE TIME! When the player is called to get in line, in the corridor, and just before the big doors.

I could have fed myself for a whole week with the spaghetti that came out of my code.

But Manon, I can hear the little devil on my shoulder say, Why all the whining and excuses? You could have stopped if it turned out to be a bad idea, especially if you couldn't implement it properly. Why not have made the story in something else than a parser?

Well...

because Time (wa)s running out and I wasn't going to let all this hard work go to waste by changing everything up at the last minute (it could have worked/been easier, that's true)

because it was still a fun puzzle to solve, even if frustrating most of the time,

because you learn more when you fail than when you win

I'm not a quitter :P (hiding my too many WIPs waiting for me....)

Even if I doubted myself with finishing the game on time, I still pushed myself to cross the finish line, since I knew I would not have finished the project otherwise. Thought it could have been fun to get the 12 angry men passing judgement on my Twine monstrosity making a mockery of parsers had I submitted it to the very serious ParserComp instead. /jk lovingly

So after some "extensive" testing (rushed in the last week, because I am a nightmare to people, sorry @groggydog and @lapinlunairegames for making you go through this, but also thank you for your help!!), I made it to the end!

Well... barely. Ended up with a few bug fixes update along the way.

4- The Reception

(it was like that in my heart)

Like TTTT, this was not explosion of praise and accolades. And I fully expected it. You can't make experiments omelettes without cracking a few programs/rules eggs. At least my omelette didn't have too many eggshells :P

Looking at the numbers, at the time of writing this posts, TRNT is currently sitting at 5 stars (4 ratings) on itch, and 3-1/2 stars on IFDB (2 ratings)*, with 4 reviews on the Forum (bellow the median/average this festival). None of the ratings game with reviews/comments. *When some of the reviews will be moved to the IFDB, I do expect this average to get lower. The itch one is nice (really happy 4 peeps loved it!), but most people only rate when they didn't like it or when they loved it.

As for the feedbacks gotten, they came from a few sources: the people who playtested TRNT, dms on Tumblr and the Forum, the Twine server, and the awaited reviews on the Forum.

Overall, the people who liked the game really enjoyed themselves, from the writing and the worldbuilding being intriguing, or how pretty the UI was. Even with the issues raised during the festival, quite a lot of people (who sent me comments) thought the experiment was either a success, something really cool, or impressive considering the limitations (of the festival and/or of the program). Even in the more critical comments, this experiment was seen as an interesting one to be commended (with a bit of a why did you bother... sprinkled in there). Someone told me TRNT reminded them of the Divergent series (and fair comparison, considering the whole ritual to put you in one job for the rest of your life).

The most surprising thing was that people who never played parser before (or didn't really liked them) found the game entertaining and fun to go through, managing to get to the end without too many issues; while the reviewers with more experience in the genre had a bit more restraints due to the command system I put in place.

Whether my giddiness about verbose writing was to the liking of the player or not, I was honestly happy comments about my grammar didn't make much of an appearance this time around (yay, progress!), and that I would get kudos for the vague story behind the experiment itself, and the structure of the story itself.

But this doesn't mean that it was all sunshine and rainbow here. TRNT had some obvious issues, which should have been squashed during the testing phase had this one been longer (yet again, me speed-running through comps when I should take my time... when will I learn...). There were two main ones: the commands and the UI.

The biggest issue came from the commands, being either unclear or confusing, especially when it came to the cardinal direction, the choice of synonym for the actions, or special actions like the name input. Even if you could go along the story with just a noun or press C until you reached the end, missing important verb commands did not help the game feel complete (EXAMINE/GET/the shortcuts). This is where having some Parser knowledge/experience would have come handy, he.... As for the cardinal directions, it was probably most confusing because I used them as synonyms for forward/back/left/right instead of N/S/W/E (that and it wasn't clear where you were able to go in the text either). Quite a few players were also getting stuck in the corridor (after you come to a stop, you hear some thing up front and your choices are to move to the side/jump or stand still). Special actions like the name input or the final choice were felt a bit off/broke immersion. Party due to the way SugarCube is, partly due to how I organised the game. Having a simple input where the player is asked for their name before the game start and have a say name command, might have worked better there. That and a better hinting system. Fix for those TBD.

Closely followed was the UI being annoying (which ;-; bc I pride myself on creating good UI, but it was fair critique), from the scrolling being an absolute ass, to the confusing bolding of the start of passages being the same as the interactive words (if you didn't change the colour in the settings), to the back/replay last choice command on the END screen not going to the right spot, or the responses of computing an inputted command not appearing/being confusing (in relation to the scrolling), some quirks with the UI being wonky for some screen sizes, etc... Thankfully, all those have been fixed.... but too late for the reviews already published. A quick revamp of the UI base + solving the scrolling issue + slight reformatting of the printed new text bits solved if not all of those issues. Still... too little too late... That's what you get for making a UI in a large screen and only checking different width but not different heights....

A SIDENOTE ON WHY PARSER AND NOT HYPERTEXT

Or me going a bit on a rant. Scroll down to pt 5- The Do-Over to resume coherent levelled conversation.

Still, making a parser a Twine was a CHOICETM, which didn't work for everybody. I don't know if it was because the game was put forth as a Twine game before being a parser, or because the story was maybe a bit too linear/not very interactive compared to other parsers, or because I set out to make a parser before thinking of a story and it showed for some, (or probably because the parser system was not very well implemented) but I did have a few commenters wondering if my choice of making it a parser was the correct one, as in why would you use parser when hyperlinks would have probably worked better?

Maybe a cop-out answer would be Why not. Why not try to break the rules and the codes of what is a Twine game or what is a parser? Why not push Twine to where it is probably not supposed to go (sorry, TME)? Why not blur the lines of the divides between the subgenres of IF? I wrote some part while having a bit of a fever, and my notes had Why not make parsers less puzzle-y/more linear choice-based like? and oh boi is it good to re-read yourself... Cause yiekes what a load of BS.

The other part of the answer is Because experimenting and doing weird thing is fun! Doing weird thing, writing bad code that should probably not work but it does, putting the program on a lifeline, making up stories that are nonsensical, etc... and breaking people's mind in the process with what could be done. Also it was just fun to find out whether it was just possible to do it at all. The rush of happiness when you the puzzle is solved is so incredibly gratifying. It was really fun to try something different (for me but also for what Twine can generally do), to solve a puzzle of mashing two things that don't/shouldn't go together, to find what makes them tick and make it all work, and to challenge myself to do something new (did I mention before it was my fist time making a parser?). AND, having fun creating! And the SpringThing has always been a beacon to promote experimentation with the genre and more out there stuff. So it's was kind of like the stars aligned or something :P

Also Because it was possible!That one is pretty self-explanatory...

Maybe a bit more presumptuous of me: Because experimenting keeps Interactive Fiction fresh and exciting! I'm not trying to set a trend or anything here (honestly, it's not too strange, TRNT's weirdness kind of follows my previous work with TTTT and its mixology element, or DOL-OS with it computer interphase), but isn't fun to see what else can be done in IF, or what new area can be explored now that funky stuff has been tried, or what else should probably not be done (hopefully this doesn't apply to TRNT lol, I think it should be fun to have more parser in Twine). Even if my entry was not really a novel idea even in the gameplay (exhibit A, exhibit B, exhibit C), I still think there should be more weird stuff out there, so I contribute to that where/when I can! It'd be sad if IF became same-y and stale... It'd be fun if someone did something like this because they played TRNT and thought it was neat :P

And Because it didn't fit with my original vision of the game. Even if the game changed quite a lot along the way, the parser element was something I would not compromise with, no matter how good or bad the final product was. Sorry TME for the kittens lost in the autofocus of the textboxes...

I did wonder for a while how many people opened the settings at all 🤔

5- The Do-Over?

Ha.

Haha.

Hahaha.

No.

Honestly... If I was going back to the start, I don't think I would change anything. Even if the length of the testing was more than minimal (still haven't learned my lesson), even if I rushed into the competition (again, not learned my lesson), even if I made errors along the way (well, maybe fixing the UI earlier instead) or let the story stray that much away from the original idea (honestly it was probably for the best that it ended not being too close to Aisle at the end, I might have gotten eviscerated in the reviews). It did what it was supposed to do, and checked all the boxes from what I wanted to try. At the end, to me, it was a complete (and stressful success).

Will there be some changes in the future?

Just a bit, at some point, TBD and TBA. Just to fix the commands a bit, maybe rearrange some passages, add a bit more variation/hidden codex entries, maybe even a new ending or two! But it wouldn't go further than that. TRNT was an experiment through and throuh.

==================== THE END ====================

Anyway, my weird hybrid beast of a parser in Twine and I are done rambling about my awesome show of tricks that may or may not have landed badly and with a broken skateboard. We will go collect our ribbons, now!

Make IF weird, Do word crimes, Have fun

I do wonder if me submitting the game in the Main Garden rather than at the Back Garden played into the expectations of the reviewers, since the BG is meant for more experimental IF. But in the same vein, there was the Kuolema running on a Google Form and people flocked to it so 🤷 It's probably the quality that made things the way it is whooooops :P

#postmortem #trnt #the roads not taken #I have once written too much #and wrote a lot of this under the influence of insomnia #I did win a special accolade: McGruber Honorarium #interactive fiction

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waitmyturtles · 5 months

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Thank you Turtles for yet another great piece on IFYLITA. I'm so excited that you picked up the novel. So having known the context, how would you have fixed the IFYLITA finale, if you were the director and didn't know if it was possible to have a S2 or not? Would you still have included all 3 Yais or do you think you would have tried to extend IFYLITA into a 16-18 episode series in order to adapt everything from start to finish? Is there anything from Part 1 of the novel that you are glad/happy that it wasn't adapted into the series or things you like that the series have done differently/taken different approach from the novel?

You must be so tired after your work trip and I'm really sorry for bothering you about IFYLITA even though you just wrote such a long post about it 😭

@clairedaring, I will take ANY EXCUSE to keep talking about I Feel You Linger In The Air -- I LOVE this extended conversation, thank you for engaging me in it! <3

Here's my thinking on how this first season shaped up, and a lot of this comes from conversation that I had with @lurkingshan and @neuroticbookworm before I read the novel last week into this week.

The material for the 1928 Chiang Mai era clearly fit a style and a tone that director Tee Bundit knew he could do a lot with. (@clairedaring, my recent history with Tee Bundit has been in watching many of his shows -- TharnType and Lovely Writer in particular -- for my Old GMMTV Challenge project, where I'm watching older Thai BLs to learn more about the genre. I also watched Step By Step -- TT and SBS are two of my most passionately hated shows, and I utterly LOVED Lovely Writer, so I have a real love-hate relationship with Tee Bundit, lmao.)

Since I've read the novel -- I'm glad he stuck with one era for the first season, and I really liked how he expanded it. We know that Eaung Peang and Robert have much more minor roles in the novel, and Tee Bundit greatly expanded EP's role to include a lesbian main couple, as well as a dialogue about women's reproductive health and freedom. There was Yai's arranged marriage in the drama that got extended, as well as the criminal downfall of Uncle Dech, Robert, and Yai's father by proxy. Yai's mother gaining power to run the family after that, etc., etc. -- these are all themes that Tee clearly glommed onto in expanding that era, and @clairedaring, to the point you made in the reblog tags of my previous piece from yesterday, I am SUPER glad we spent most of our time in this era. Tee also just made it GORGEOUS for us to watch, which was a treat.

I think if Tee had tried to include all three Yais, we would have felt short shrifted. The Seehasingkorn/Ayutthaya era of the novel is so lengthy. And there are HUGE behavioral change moments for both Jom and Commander Yai in that era. Especially for a Thai audience that's familiar with the novel, if that had gotten shortened, then there definitely would be public criticisms and outcries. (Plus? That era was so much FUN in the novel. Jom was SO SASSY and bold to start courting Commander Yai first!)

I think, if Tee Bundit gave a huge bunch of energy and attention to 1928 Chiang Mai, he'd want to do the same for an even older, more nomadic era. I cannot imagine how beautiful it would be to see that depicted.

And then Tee could fix the order of some scenes from the first season, and we could see more reveals in context, as well as the present day? A season 2 would just be ridiculously awesome for all of that.

The one thing I would have liked fixed was the redundancy from episode 11 to episode 12. I also would have liked more specific clarity about pieces of Jom being lost every time a drawing was made -- we saw that he froze and transcended himself, but that was illuminated pretty early on in the novel, and I think the same could have been done in the series without losing dramatic effect.

But these are minor quibbles. We got to center ourselves in the development of the incredible relationship between Khun Yai and Jom to start the dramatic introduction to this series, and the way Tee Bundit did it defied nearly all of my expectations about this work. He didn't miss any of the big themes of the novel, which I so appreciate, and I think he enriched our experience of the novel by expanding greatly the plight of women in that era. I'm glad we had mostly one Yai to deal with, because more of them would have been a lot!

#thanks for the ask!#i feel you linger in the air #i feel you linger in the air meta #ifylita #ifylita meta #tee bundit #lovely writer #step by step

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as a late arrival… can you give me a super brief elevator pitch on parousia? I love every bit of art you've shared, the characters and lines are gorgeous

ok so gonna try to shorten as much as possible sorry if it’s still long putting this under a read more !

Parousia follows the story of Syr mystical and three friends he meets on his journey to parousia, the biggest city with the tallest mountain in the land, which is where the gods reincarnate at the very top each time they pass away, his father Myster is essentially a tyrant of the land and the most powerful sorcerer and has disowned syr for failing to meet his standards under the family name

syrs journey is meant to prove to his father he is worthy of being under the family name once again but along the way he discovers the horrors of his bloodline, and realizes he himself is a demigod and that his mother ( propin ) was slaughtered and her soul was used as a power source and that her being missing for all of these years since his birth has created an imbalance in the land, propin being the goddess of love provides a balance, and that balance has been disrupted, now more than ever the land and its people have fallen to ruin and heightened violence and the gods roaming the land have been disrupted

pre, mother of all gods is responsible for reincarnating everyone and she lives in the sky, and she never speaks to anyone or does anything but her job, pre “cries” at times before tragedy, and these are called mother tears, these “tears” solidify when they reach the ground and are capable of trapping souls, something the myster family has been doing for a while with mortal souls but finally was able to do with a god soul, all kinds of magic can be used safely with a soul as a power source, but mortal souls dwindle and fade away if used like that, ceasing from existence, god souls however do not, and this breakthrough puts all gods at risk, if mortal man can over power gods not only is the balance disrupted but there is no one to warn them or save them

and that is what syrs purpose becomes, he learns his tradition, he begins to have real family and care for others, he unlearns the cruelty his father instilled in him, and takes his title as god of passion, and his goal to make it to parousia changes from wanting to meet his father and beg for forgiveness to going to parousia to kill his father for his crimes against him and humanity

#theirs way more but this is bare bones i couldn’t rlly shorten it more if i tried sorry 😭#💌#parousia

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fatuismooches · 7 months

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SMOOCHES!! Hii sweetheart, I hope you’ve been doing well! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

I’m sorry if I’ve been a bit inactive with brainrots, school has been stressful and on top of it I’ve been struggling with my condition. Everything’s just been really heavy on me with how frequent I go to see doctors. And I may have a rare syndrome that may have affected why I grew so short (4’10). So yeah I’ve been re-reading a lot of your lovely fragile!reader works throughout the weeks.

But I keep thinking on just Zandik holding fragile!raeder while they ramble about their problems. It’s like their own safe haven, wheee you feel heard and protected by the only person who’s stuck by your side since childhood. :( I just wanna snuggle against his strong arms and fall asleep to the sound of his heart beat. Or just being comforted through examinations while Zandik checks to make sure your vitals aren’t deteriorating. But a little angsty thought: on one occurrence where Zandik is checking your vitals and he sees they haven’t improved but slowly decreased. Seeing that the medication you take is useless and he’ll need to batch something up quickly before you take notice or grow concerned. Also, fragile!reader going to Zandy for cuddles or inviting him into their room so they can cuddle. You put on a fake smile and brush it off as “wanting to be with your favorite boy”. But in reality you just really need comfort but don’t want to nag Zandik so frequently that you’ll just be a nuisance. Yeah just fragile!reader always feeling guilt </3 it’s how I’ve been for the past few days.

But I hope you have a much better week than I have had!! And I hope it’s okay to ask, but I remember you writing something about the Harbingers having a “meeting” to figure out who’s the mysterious veiled figure who is at times seen outside the lab with Dottore. I’m not sure if you ever finished it or forgot about it you don’t have to answer this I’m so sorry.

-from your dear boo boo bear 🎐 anon ୨୧

HI 🎐 ANON MY LOVE!!! <333 Please don't worry about me or brainrots! I just want you to take care of yourself. That sounds so so stressful I couldn't even begin to imagine. I hope you're managing to get rest between all of that :( I wish i could provide you with more than my words and virtual hugs, but I sincerely hope things get better for you. *hugs* And to answer your question, I'm still working on that fic, slowly but surely! It's probably going to take a while due to school and whatnot but it'll be finished eventually. I also ended up changing the title to Latin since all my Dottore fics have that theme but I also realized how bad online translators are for Latin so right now the tentative title is "Medicus potest amare? (responsum est quod sic)" That's probably way too long so it'll might get shortened. But yeah!! I hope you enjoy it when it comes out 🎐 anon ❤️

But yes! Many of the times Dottore can't really help with your problems, since they're probably related to your illness and whatnot, but what matters to you is how he listens without interrupting or nitpicking. Whether you're on his lap or cuddling together he holds you very tightly, he unconsciously holds you like that as if you would leave him. But you don't complain since you like the security of his arms. Though if it's something within his ability to do, whether it's simple or not, his clones will get it done for you. Just to make your life even the tiniest bit easier. Examinations are never fun but Zandik being the one who does them makes them a bit more comforting :( You probably dread them a lil bit since they're just a constant reminder of your sickness but Zandik and his clones do try their best to make it as stress-free as possible for you :) which is honestly a challenge for them at first considering what they usually do but dneuwidfd they'll do anything for you, yk?

Wahh the angsty thought is unfortunately a frequent reality for Dottore... </3 No matter how much he sees it, he can never truly get used to it, there's always a sharp twinge in his chest. Though he never tells you what he sees... he doesn't want you to take on extra burdens. And ughh,,, cuddles with baby Zandy ;(( honestly his childlike innocence and smile make you feel a bit better but tbh he's still a smart boy so he can probably tell when you're lying and genuinely feeling down! Zandy will still cuddle with you of course but he will probably tell Dottore that he noticed how sad you are, and soon enough the Harbinger will be in your room again. Reminding you that you are not a nuisance. That although his methods aren't conventional, he's your husband, and he's here to help and comfort you. That you two will be together until the very end of the world.

#smooches talks #🎐 anon #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #zandy bb <3 #ahhh im giving you all of my love 🎐 anon :( <333

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inscrutable-shadow · 6 months

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Whumptober 2023 Day 6 - Opening Act

@whumptober-archive

Alt Prompt - Lab Rat

In at the wire, amirite? And a form experiment? During Whumptober? Less likely than you'd think! I can't put a readmore in a chat format I am so sorry hopefully the new post shortening feature is sufficient ;-;

I don't feel comfy deciding how much of the Doc's backstory is canon to FCD right now so have a new banner, I guess. They should be about nineteen here, and this is one of their first subjects. Have them being horrifying for a bit lol.

contains: gore, medical experimentation, medical malpractice, lab whump

also available on ao3!

Partial audio recording recovered from raid of former Astra Group research facility. Subject has been identified from accompanying documents as subject 003-CV. [rustling sounds, as if the recording device is being worn around the DOCTOR’s neck. their voice is louder than 003’s because of the resonance.] 003: W-What are you going to do to me? DOCTOR: (brightly) Mm, well, I was thinking, given your broad shoulders and larger than average chest cavity, that you would be an excellent subject for my experiments regarding the integration of a secondary pulmonary system into a living human. I believe I have found a pair that will quite fit you.[sound like velcro pulling and leather stretching] DOCTOR: Ah, take care when you pull at the restraints! They are quite secure. I would not want you to injure yourself. 003: Extra lungs? What do I need extra lungs for? DOCTOR: Just think of the applications! You could hold your breath for twice as long. With some additional modifications, perhaps even breathe in and out at the same time. Much more efficient. Though, well, you are unlikely to do either. I am not arrogant enough to assume that my first attempt at this procedure will be that successful. 003: So I’m going to die? DOCTOR: Like as not, yes. 003: Didn’t you take an oath or something? Do no harm? DOCTOR: Me? Oh, certainly not! Even if I were in the habit of making promises I did not intend to keep, my education was… unorthodox. Not that I truly mind spinning public falsehoods, but life is easier when you keep those to a minimum, I think. [the clinking of metal tools] DOCTOR: Plus, I believe those sorts of ethical quibbles only hold the art of medicine back. To truly drive progress forward, we must be willing to do what was previously held to be impossible. 003: Wait! Er, why are you doing this? Surely there’s some other way to- DOCTOR: Ah, I see. You are working with a faulty premise. I am not some young, idealistic doctor blinded to ethics by their drive to seek the truth. On the contrary, I do this because I love it! [DOCTOR laughs] DOCTOR: Slicing through skin, pulling apart sinew, grinding through bone, I find it all absolutely delightful. Hold still a minute, quick pinch coming… 003: (slurred) What… what’d you give me? DOCTOR: That should numb the pain and prevent you from moving. It is a little experimental thing I have been working on. We shall see if it works, no? 003: Please… no… DOCTOR: Hush, love. The less you talk, the less it will hurt. [slicing sounds. 003 screams.] DOCTOR: (gleefully) Oops. I lied. [more slicing sounds. 003 continues to wail and moan.] DOCTOR: (giggling) Pardon me a moment. Need to… step away to compose myself… Ah, this is incredible! [their voice is muffled, as if pressing a hand over their surgical mask. the laughter’s volume is unchanged.] 003: You’re insane! DOCTOR: (still laughing) Oh, certainly! Glad to see you understand! [more giggles and a few deep breaths, then the slicing sounds resume.] DOCTOR: Oh, this is my favourite part. [the whirring of a bone saw. the DOCTOR hums a folk tune, possibly ‘Daisy Daisy’. 003 screams louder than previously, but is cut off. recording ends.]

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meatsex · 25 days

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This may be odd to say. But it is clear (to me!!) that you care about the sauce boss a lot in your art and find a lot of comfort in who he is. The way you draw his eyes & hair specifically really calls to your attention to detail that's present in all of your art. It doesn't come across as parasocial in the slightest either - you just genuinely like what he does and play with the idea of the dude and aren't weird about his personal life. Idk maybe I'm not making sense but it's nice to see.

Also, your art really does reflect the same type of feelings as Sachiko Kaneoya's captures, in my opinion. Your use of line work and shadows also speaks to the ukiyo-e prints of the Edo period of Japan, though I'm not sure if that's intentional!! Specifically, the Takiyasha the Witch print is what the shadowing reminds me of.

Lastly, the dedication to your projects and work as a whole is so impressive. I've been here for a while following your art and watching the progress has been so cool. Your colors have become a little more cohesive and pull pieces together - they always have, but the grasp on color theory is clear there. Seeing that you're going to college to pursue what you put so much work into is the dream and I really hope it works out!!

I'm so sorry for how long this is and if it's weird, absolutely don't feel the need to respond especially since you can't shorten the post and I can't get it under a readmore. I also understand that having an anonymous person do a mini-tour and discussion of your art could be uhh possibly odd. If anything, keep being cool and doing what you love!!! It's awesome!!!!

hey, thank you for such a nice indepth message and analysis on my work, i promise it really isnt weird or at the very least any weirder than other messages ive got LOL

thank you for appreciating my art of vincent, i usually mention this but a lot of times i mostly draw inspired by his music rather than him as an internet personality which is why i end up making these edgy pieces but in general he does mean a lot to me in the most normal appreciate way possible both as a musician and as a streamer, i try not to streamline the way i draw him too much so im glad the small details are noticeable

i can confirm i get inspired (and always have been honesly) by kaneoya sachiko's works if it wasnt obvious enough but i am also happy to hear that i can give off a similar vibe, not because i want to give off the exact specific vibes of her artwork but rather some of similar tones and types; as for the other thing that actually isnt on purpose, id have to look into artwork from that period but thats one hell of a compliment tbh

im really happy to hear that you have been around for a while, i cannot know since when but either way it means a lot that someone would take the time to not just point out my improvement but also to just stay around because they like what i do, i personally feel like ive improved especially in colors like you mentioned but its always better and helpful to hear it from someone else too, i hope that with college i can become better at art too

in any case thank you again for taking the time to send such a positive thought-out message, i dont want to repeat in-depth but it really is and it means the world to me that you took the time to send it and i promise its not weird at all

#po/box #i will admit that when i opened my ask box and saw a really long message i got scared before i began recognizing positive words lol #its nice to get something like this for a change along with the other nice messages i keep for myself #long post #<- if you are a hater

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moonshoon · 1 year

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Prom Night

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pairing: (bully!)sunghoon x fem!reader genre: fluff, a little bit of angst word count: 1.2k

summary: prom night is near, y/n doesn't have a date, sunghoon doesn't have one either. they end up spending the night together.

warnings: kissing, kinda verbal bullying, 'enemies' to lovers

shortenings: none

prom was coming closer and closer and i didn't have a date yet. not that it worried me much who i would go with, more if i would even find someone to go to prom with.

i didn't want to be the lame friend without a date that would just sit at the edge of the dance floor all night, doing nothing and just staring into the farthest parts of the ball room.

"still thinking about what loser would take you out to prom, huh?" she heard his voice from behind her.

him being park sunghoon, the school's self proclaimed 'bad boy', and coincidentally also my bully.

not the kind of bully who physically harms people, but more like, he would tease them in every way possible. about my haircut, hair color, outfit, or because of the fact that i didn't have a prom date yet and anything else about me.

funny enough, he didn't have a prom date either. i wondered why. so many pretty, popular girls made a big effort to ask him out to prom, but he just always said no. how could he just let his chance to get into prom slip so easily?

on the other side though, there would be a lot more girls, maybe even guys, asking him out for prom in those next two weeks leading up to prom, so he didn't have to take the first possible opportunity.

"it must be fun too, to just reject everyone that asks you out, just because you have a thousand more chances, no?" i responded, kind of angry.

"yeah, pretty much, doll."

"don't call me that." just kidding please call me doll again, call me any sweet or cheesy nickname.

i couldn't deny. i was in love with him. but would someone so popular and attractive ever accept someone like her as a prom date? i don't think so.

two weeks passed and i still didn't have a prom date. not even once did i dare to ask anyone because i was too afraid of rejection, but no one asked me out either. so it's my fault.

my head was hanging low, i was walking out of the gates of school slowly, dragging my feet. there was no reason to be upset, i knew i wouldn't have a date for prom, but i still hoped someone would at least try to ask me out.

the beautiful, black, and gold dress that was hanging in my wardrobe at home would have to wait another year, and maybe another, and maybe another to be worn.

"first year in college and already not attending prom. What a loser"

the same voice again. sunghoon.

"can you stop? I really can't stand your teasing today." i said, tears welling up in my eyes.

Hell, why am I even this emotional today? i asked herself, trying to walk faster to make him realize i wasn't in any mood for him. but as expected, he didn't budge, he followed and followed, asking me what was wrong over and over again, my gaze never leaving the ground, not wanting him to realize i was crying now.

"stop, please!" i finally said, just loud enough for him to hear, my voice broke while is spoke.

then i heard his steps stop, and then he ran back up to me again. he put his hand on my shoulder, turning me around and making me face him.

"are you crying?"

"no"

"please, I can see you're crying"

"why did you ask then?"

he stayed silent.

i pulled myself away from his grip and started walking again, but not long, as he caught up with me and hugged me.

"... what-"

"i'm sorry. please don't cry..."

"am i hearing this correctly? park sunghoon, apologizing?" he nodded, still hugging me tightly.

"i'm sorry for making fun of you for not having a prom date." sunghoon stated "i shouldn't be making fun of you when i don't have one either."

"what? why?"

i was shocked to say the least. from what i heard from other students, sunghoon always waited until the last minute and then said yes to someone right before school ended on prom day. how come he doesn't have a date now?

"let's ditch prom. be ready at eight, wear your prom dress." he said, letting go of me and walking away.

"wait! sunghoon! why?"

"just do it!" he yelled back, not even turning to look at me anymore.

eight came around and i was ready, wearing my prom dress, with some light make up done. i still didn't have any clue what sunghoon was up to, but i was about to find out.

when the doorbell rang, i almost sprinted to the door, opening it and seeing sunghoon there, no big surprise. he was wearing a black suit and a black gucci belt with golden clip in the front.

"wow, handsome..." i muttered, not even realizing i said it out loud.

sunghoon let out a low chuckle and grabbed my hand.

"i know, doll. only for you."

he walked me up to his car, opening the passenger seat door and helping me put the belt over myself. then he walked around his car, got in and started the engine

"where are we going?" i asked.

"won't tell you yet."

we drove almost ten minutes, silence reigning in the car. when he pulled up to the nearest mcdonald's i was confused.

"what are we doing here?"

"we're getting something to eat, what else?" he said, shrugging his shoulders and opening the car door.

i quickly got out, walking after him.

"wait, wait, wait. I thought we were going to prom?"

"didn't I tell you we'd ditch prom? this is way more fun."

he strutted into the restaurant; i walked after him shily. everyone's eyes were on us, obviously. we both looked like we just attended a wedding, and one of the customers waiting in line with us even congratulated us on our wedding.

sunghoon politely accepted the congratulation as i just hit his shoulder lightly.

when we left the place, sunghoon drove to an abandoned parking lot at the other end of the city, parking is car there and getting out. i followed him and sat next to him on a bench near the car.

"and what do we do now?"

"we eat our food and enjoy the night sky."

we ate in silence until i decided to interrupt it.

"and why didn't you go to prom? you had a lot of chances!"

"i wanted to be with you. i wanted you to make the first move, but you never aksed"

with a confused look i stared at him.

"what?"

"i really like you, dummy..." he whispered, turning to me and sweetly kissed me under the night sky.

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sumikatt · 4 months

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I genuinely don't have the words to describe how much I loved your post. A really close friend of mine is a disabled AI artist who has been doing AI art with their own self built and self hosted tools in their own niche corner of the internet long before it became what it is today and I've seen them get severely harassed over it over and over again. They've been sent death threats, gore, have been called subhuman and have been doxxed and stalked. And so any time I see posts about AI art (especially on twitter) I can't help but grit my teeth and get really angry over all the fear mongering and misinformation about possible harm in the form of "art theft" that caused actual real harm to someone I care deeply about.

I'm always trying to direct people's attention to actual problems and actual solutions regarding AI (job security, the solution to which are labor regulation and stronger unions) but everyone always comes back to "it's not real art" and "it's theft" the solution to which is "expand copyright, a system that famously has always been good for art and artists"

I'm so glad you liked my little comic-essay-post! I'm a little surprised at how much traction it got, as it's not the first time I've made something like it, just the first time I talked about AI. I usually get like 30 notes max on my original stuff, maybe a couple hundred if it's fanart.

Real sorry about your friend, I hope they're safe. I think it's awesome that they self-host their tools. I do too, using a VPS and Yunohost, with my portfolio and email and link shorteners and other bits and bobs. Next project is getting Stable Diffusion working online :3 It's shocking how reactionary and vile people can be over all of this. They're doing Disney's copyright propaganda for them, lol. Again I wish the best for your friend!

It's also amusing how people can't separate the medium from the companies, or don't know that it's even possible to use AI without paying. If it's free to use and you're making things for fun, how is it "stealing"? What does "owning art" even mean? People stop their analysis at "AI = stealing = bad" and don't address any of the details within, then end up cheering on the Internet Archive being attacked.

How art labor is treated is very much a problem like you say. I'm a freelancer, I'm not in a union. A start-up company I made concept art/visdev/design for "owns" the work I did for them, I had to ask to display it in my own portfolio... with credit to the company. Felt strange to me, but it's normal practice. That's copyright law at work! How is that "good" for me??

Thanks for the message and kind words!

#.s #ai art

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Hi there! Can you make a fic where there is a love triangle between Duke Leto, the reader and Paul? Like Duke and Reader have a political marriage and there’s huge age gap and only a few years older than Paul.

Duke Leto was nice but distant because it’s political marriage and reader is very innocent and naive. Leto secretly attracted to reader but want to take it slowly but reader read it as Leto not wanting/ desiring her because of Lady Jessica

While Paul comforts reader, being a friend and welcoming as his new step-mom but he unconsciously falls for reader

Lady Jessica was supportive of the marriage because it is a duty. She’s civil to reader not cold nor warm.

Lady Jessica notices Paul’s attraction to reader so she warns Paul to stay away coz it’ll cause a political conflict and the father son relationship. Paul obviously refuses

Somewhere around, Duke Leto and reader admit their feelings do some nsfw and become more affectionate

Paul sees and become obsessed of reader wanting to be the Duke to make reader his

Yeah I know its super long but I love your writing and I know you’d make an art out of thus mess of a plot and if you do this request I’ll love you more

Thanks a honey bunch

I am so sorry for that long delay. I got stuck with the length of it for tumblr several times but managed to shorten it as much as possible. Hope you'll like it ! 😊

Illusional Peace

Leto Atreides x F!Reader

Paul Atreides x F!Reader

Content : arranged marriage, age gap, mention of sexual themes, jealousy, love confession, mutual pining, dark!Paul, angst, fluff.

Words : ~2000

Many envy your role as the new Duchess of Caladan. Power, wealth, your husband. Those are the main reasons. Add the easy access to knowledge, travel and food and you get the full portrait of their desires.

How much they wish to possess all that especially at your age. A young grown up that got lucky to marry Leto Atreides himself. It was a dream for you at first. Yes he was much older than you but courteous, patient, easy to talk to. Handsome, charming even. The protective aura around him had been what made you feel safe.

Your role being to bring him heirs despite the fact that he already had one, you thought it would be easy to spend nights in his company. After all aren't the older men all so keen to have sex with younger wives ? Apparently this was a myth. Nothing between you ever happened. Kisses, yes but nothing more. Sexual frustration and hurt ego are getting hard to bare and sometimes you come to regret not marrying some more pervert man. But with this Lady Jessica around, the mother of his heir... could you even stand a chance ? You want passionate kisses not a quick peck in the morning before the leaves for the rest of the day. You want some manly hands grabbing you to throw you onto your bed as this rumoured uncontrollable heat gets your loud moans off your mouth. You want your husband to show arousal if he can't express a love he doesn't feel.

Fortunately, you find some comfort around Paul, his only child. A grown up as well, yet younger than you by a few years. Your habit during your free time is to go see him in his quarters officially to learn to know him but in reality it's more to learn about everything in general. You came here to get pregnant and bring peace and prosperity to your planet so no one really bothered to explain military and cultural matters to you before. You hope your efforts are going to get acknowledged by Leto one day.

"So... It's how books were conceived at that time ?"

"Yes." He confirms as he downloads another hologram. "It was traditional, created by a few artisans from the old cities before getting transfered to the courts and gaining its noble aspect."

"I see." You mutter as you don't leave your eyes from the letters engraved on the image. "I saw several in one of your father's bookshelves. The red ones."

"Yes he loves those ones. They're mostly about geography if I remember well. Geopolitics certainly too."

Knowledge is both demanding and rewarding. With Paul you already feel more at an equal level and his benevolence to help you is refreshing. In himself Leto doesn't refuse to teach you but he is so busy everywhere else that you are not willing to waste his time. He doesn't even want to touch you much so spend the energy to teach you such ancient things ? He still makes interesting conversations and you do think you managed to get his interest a few times with your statements. He's not mean to you, not on purpose.

"Thank you for your help Paul." You always end up to say as you are about to leave his chambers. "And thank you for being patient as well."

What you don't know is that your will to learn doesn't go unnoticed by Paul. You bound so fast thanks to those brief windows of time that you merely have the opportunity to feel grateful. Leto being so distant distracts you too much to notice the pair of hazel eyes following you everytime you join him for your unofficial lessons. Paul watches you, listens to you with a great joy. First he noticed your need to blend in his legacy, culture, planet. Then how charming and beautiful you are once feeling comfortable enough to express yourself more. His admiration grows into fondness. Fondness into instinctive protection despite his lack of legitimacy as your official stepson. Then he feels jealousy whenever he sees you in his father's company.

Sometimes, you make encounters you are not willing to have. Especially when they are linked to your deepest fears. This is what happens when you cross the former concubine's path for example.

"Good evening Lady Jessica." You say politely as you leave Paul's room one day.

"Good morning Duchess." She answers.

This woman has always been civil towards you. Despite the lack of obvious resentment coming from her you can't tell she appreciates you. Maybe she only respects you thanks to your role. If in private you wish to show her how proud you are to have married Leto... in her presence this is completely reversed. She should have been his Duchess. It was obvious. Dignity. Culture. Charisma. Their age gap being minimal compared to yours. Their heir. You are already relieved that she doesn't want to play the fake friend with you.

"Paul has told me about your lessons together and I wanted to congratulate you for your will to learn even more than what got planned after your arrival on Caladan." She explains with a neutral face. "This comforts me in my decision."

"Thank you for your words my Lady." You reply with a half-bow you shouldn't feel obligated to do. "It means a lot to me to do my best here."

Her eyes are always so calculating around you and yet in every gesture you can sense both of this gentleness and firmness in her. No wonder why Leto fell for her so many years ago. Maybe things never really changed between them. This castle is still her home. She gave her agreement for the marriage after Leto asked her consent. She would have been so much better than you in your role.

"Mother ?"

You both turn towards Paul that just walked out of his room, his smile illuminating his face. Briefly. It disappears for some reason and you are quick to see the cold face Jessica is wearing.

"My son. I need to talk about something in private, about your lessons."

"Of course Mother..?" He articulates with an hint of tension.

Despite her cordial goodbye to you, you feel that lump forming in your throat as they walk away from you. You were right to think it was about you as Jessica closes the door.

"Paul. We have already talked about this." She starts as she turns to face him. "Be careful with what you are doing."

She does her best to keep a calm voice despite her hands folding and unfolding the front of her dress nervously. Paul has the same eyes as his father, and seeing them getting angry at her doesn't make her feel better.

"Mother, she wants to learn. She is the new Duchess, I can't tell her that I don't want her."

"The problem is the way you want her. You are a future Duke, and the son of your father. You are his blood and his flesh."

"I don't want her in any bad way how many times will I have to tell you ?" He sighs as he rubs his exasperated face. "I am an adult and I would never dishonor Father, you or her in such a way."

"Please Paul, please, I beg you not to do or say anything wrong or that could get misunderstood for something else." His mother shifts nervously on her feet as she takes her son's face between her hands. "Please try to work on your feelings. I can see it's not easy for you. I know she is around your age and that you appreciate her but nothing is possible between you. Do you understand ?"

"I do Mother. I do."

She noticed it with all the pain of the world. She was keeping an eye on you, the young new and beautiful Duchess coming here out of nowhere. Cautious to anticipate any disrespect from you towards the House, to her son or former concubine. Any knife hidden behind your back to gain even more power, any viper tongue spreading lies, any greed that would destroy this family further. But no. She had witnessed Leto starting to appreciate your presence, the longing gazes he had been sending you recently the more you started to open up together. She felt that enraged remorse at the thought of this marriage you must have brought to your sheets dozens of times since then to conceive other heirs. And even worse, she witnesses her poor son falling harder and faster than that. Leto has the experience to control himself but Paul ?

While she is trying for the hundredth time to keep his distance as much as possible, things are changing for you. In the intimacy of your room you see this pair of eyes getting closer as your husband paces towards you, his hands holding yours.

"I am sorry for making you feel this way my dear." He whispers.

"I'm the one that started to overthink about everything my Lord. I am the one that should feel sorry." You chuckle between two sobs. "We are married. I shouldn't doubt of your loyalty. It's a disgrace from me."

"I sworn loyalty to you. I married you and I am a man respecting his promises." He claims with a comprehensive grin. "You are my wife and I would never come back to her. I made my choice both for my family and my planet. I decided I would marry you, and I ended up loving you and desiring you as well despite your fears."

The series of kisses on your forehead then cheeks get slowed down as soon as they get closer to you chin. This area always remained untouched by his lips, the sensuality of his contact exploding as his tongue slide from there to your neck before getting joined by his lips as well. Maybe this is his desire finally growing obvious to you or the brutal surge of love for him you have felt at his confession but you feel so lightheaded that you don't feel as shy as anticipated. Yes you try to hide your moans and arousal as well as breasts and entrance at first but Leto knows what feels good and you are quick to succumb. You that have grown eager to share such moments with your husband welcomes him warmly, your shy smile meeting his shameless pleasured sighs and moans as he looks down at you.

The following days you get closer to Leto, this irrational joy overwhelming you any time you get to spend time with him. You respect the etiquette indeed but... your interest in him reached new highs. For once, everything sounds great, colorful despite the rain outside. You take any opportunity to lock your arm with his, your gaze, your fingers without getting perceived as an annoying young lady enamoured with the love of her life. It is pure, it is genuine and shared.

Paul does his best. He truly does. But some horrible thoughts start to root in him as sourness fills his soul. He could be the one holding you with love but that stupid fate and politics decided to bound you to his father. What a tragedy. What if he could have kept his mother as his mother and get married to you instead ? What is that injustice ? Why can't he feel that joy of love with anyone ? His father managed to live such a strong experience at least twice but he is certain your presence is never going to equalize Lady Jessica's. You are not made to be his father's wife. This is when for the first time his thoughts wander so far off this world that he feels disgusted. It's not greed or hunger for power that make him impatient to become a Duke himself. It's what he identifies as love. He still loves his father but... but still.

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Thank you for reading, please comment and reblog if you liked it ! 😊

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