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marchsfreakshow · 12 days

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Comforting A Murder [James Patrick March]

Hurt/Comfort // Smut. (I guess?)

Well you did it. You finally murdered someone, but right in the middle of a mess James wants to clean up. You attempt to comfort eachother...

18+ MINORS DNI!

Warnings: dub-con, PnV, quick fuck?, James being James.

Brb inspiring this off of ep.9 and 10. Had no ideas anymore so I figured basing this off an episode or two would help me write this.

No one's perspective

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Oh, your pretty red dress. Ruined by the darkness of fresh blood. Arms and legs decorated by splashes of someone's else liquid soul. A beautiful decorated purple gun, turned black, dripping. Eyes widened; scared, confused, joy? Your mind racing with thoughts of what others would think.

Others? Each ghost more insane than the last? They didn't care. Most, happy by your calling. Liz, your best friend, daring you to talk to someone. "Talking to James will do good my dear. I understand he is in love with the countess still, but you know he takes interest in you as well."

"Sure.." A shaky word left your brain as you stood straight, gripping onto the used gun like it was a dying breath. "But... Jesus Liz, he's so... intimidating."

"Only if you don't talk to him." She stated. You took a deep breath and a step back, staring at the now decomposing lady that you laid bare. Flesh, body and soul ripped down the middle after a shot in the head. "A wonderful killing. Just like you." Liz was never too interested in the killing around the Cortez, but the way you killed... invigorating.

" 'suppose." You undressed as quickly as you killed, picking up a purple dress. The same shape, size and glimmer as the one you had murdered in. Your body still dripping in red.

"go like that. Go and find him right now."

"like this? No. Liz no! I can't. I have to wash myself. And my gun."

She shook her head and took a small drag of her cigarette. "No. Go find him. Now."

After a long silence, you took a deep and long breath, debating whether or not you should find the prolific killer. So you agreed. Walking out of the room and leaving the open torso to bleed dry, Liz watched, maybe silently judging you. You could never tell. The still image ran in your head as you walked. The heart slowing down, and the stomach just sat there, begging to be opened so the acid could dissolve everything else.

"...James." You saw him standing there, looking bewildered. He had been slapped, in front of an open hallway. An open hallway? Why on earth...? But you whispered his name as you took a step closer, transferring your gun from one hand to the other. "James.." you cleared your throat, looking down to the ground, feeling insecure. The killer looked at you, and smiled, taking his hand off his face.

"Ah, love. You look...ravishing, and a gun? My." He started, his smirk coming back to him. Nervous and worried, a blush appeared, and your hands were shaky again. The gun was still coloured darkly, leaving little trails of blood behind you. If there was any more blood on you, you would look like Carrie, an icon to you and your deranged but silent mind. "May I ask, your kill you have come back from?"

"a lady. Insulted my dress. Shot her head, then...ripped her torso. Neck to crotch." You admitted, looking everywhere but in his eyes. Another step towards you. He took your hand and looked lovingly at the gun.

"I'm so proud my dear." A teacher, smiling widely at his student, blood smearing itself over both your hands. You stared at his hands. Such precious jewels, covered in a dark thick liquid, a gun being shared between two. A small gulp and another deep breath. "What are you nervous about?" He asked as you looked up to the open hallway, a looming darkness. It scared you, but you never showed it. You wanted to impress James, being scared would annoy him.

Oh just how wrong you were. James could tell you were scared about what could have been lurking in the hallway. What a wonderful thing to use to his advantage. "This hallway is empty my darling. Nothing exists here." He simply stated. Innocently looking back up to him and seeming like you didn't understand anything he was saying. Like you didn't believe him. "Go on. Walk in. You have your dear gun, use it if need to." Absolutely not.

But a cold hand on your back, pushing you in. It left a faint handprint on you, and James noticed, letting out a small chuckle. It rang through the looming hallway, making you shake more. Holding the gun in front of you, worriedly looking around. Then a shot. You shot something. You think. Maybe? But you turned and ran. Ran into James' chest, even if he didn't wrap his arms around you as you secretly hoped he would. "You found something?"

"I think...I think so?" Your voice was hurried, and resting your head on his chest.

"Come dear. Let's take you away from this." He placed a dead hand on the small of your back, still bloody. The blood on you was decently dried now, feeling unable to wash it off. Eyes always straight and front as you both walked. Meeting anyone's eyes would increase your guilt about the murder. Such a beautiful but meaningless kill in James' mind. Killing someone for insulting your pretty red dress? Insanity.

James' room appeared before you, and you were led into it. Cold but comforting. A room you had wanted to go into. Forever. Everything interested you. Mindlessly, you started to wander around. Leaving gentle touches over every surface. The interest you two had with each other, coming to light. Your wonder and innocence, lit up when you walked around. Going in circles, your hand loosening around the firearm you held so dear. A beautiful thing, all based on your personality. James picked it up as you stepped in another circle, staring out of the window.

Ah, the open world. Nothing you missed. Bullied for the way you worked, and how you carried yourself. You left the daylight alone and stayed in the Cortez. Liz and Iris helping you with anything you need from the open world. "Dear. You are lost again." James murmured, standing behind you. A breath? Maybe? By the crook of your neck. "Ah yes, the life outside of this hotel. You should not worry about it, my dear. You are here now. You are here forever, murdering just because?"

Words that left him, and made you shiver. "But, I want the life again."

"I understand darling, but you must understand that this hotel can offer you more. Offer you something you could not find outside." A hand, gripping the front of your neck, thick fingers finding a vein and pressing on it, hard. "The people here are dangerous, wonderful. Full of deprived attraction." A hitch in your breath as the pressure got harder and harder. The stopping of your breath and its effects on James were pressed against your back. Was he really getting hard at this? Really? Okay...

"James..." All you did was lean against him, your neck open to him again, so many possibilities, and so many things he could do to you. A low groan, maybe a snarl leaving him. His free hand exploring your side, gripping at the dress fabric and feeling the dried blood on you. Every touch felt odd like you shouldn't be enjoying it so much. But your love for James, and the way your need for him manifested as killing for him. Innocents who did nothing to you but make a snarky comment, a little joke. Why was he so irresistible to you? A killer who died nearly 100 years ago, who loves murder, fine absthine, and his students.

Wandering hands trailing down your back, pulling down the zipper. The purple fabric fell swiftly off you, pooling around your flats and the blood-covered legs of yours. All this talk and touch of murder, blood, opening someone up, it was nothing but erotica turned real to him. Such a need for someone he did not know too well. Who was he to deny such a gift? Deny the chance to make someone feel something other than rage and upset.

Such moveable skin in front of him, the way he touched and practically groped you, making you feel mindless already. Your head, silently thrown back onto James' shoulder, feeling every touch he gave. The way he gripped onto your hips, such a need and desire in him. You practically threw yourself onto the bed, but sat on your knees politely. Even when a feeling of warmth spread through you, nerves were still there and you never wanted to upset your dear so. Shy, doe eyes watching a ghost undress. A quick coyote, readying himself to catch the doe it craved.

Silence in your voices, but catching breaths, underwear ripped off of you. You were being pulled up from your knees and pushed down onto all fours. He fucked like you were going away that night. Barely any time to catch your breath as he kept going.

Faster.

Harder.

Fucking you like the world was ending. Your moans; loud, unfiltered, they could be heard anywhere in the Cortez. His were reserved but animalistic in nature, never giving you a break. You screamed his name, as he yelled yours. Bruises were appearing on your neck, hips and thighs.

When had the dam been broken? You wondered as you cleaned yourself up, starting to sit up. Looking over to your side, James was half-dressed already. "I will admit my darling, that blood drying itself on you truly is enchanting." He nonchalantly mentioned, walking over to where you sat. A little hum in response, looking to the side where James was not. The ghost pulled your face towards him and left a kiss on your wanting lips. Pushing yourself forward to try and kiss him again, only to be denied.

Only to be denied as he picked up that purple gun you adored.

Only to be denied as he reloaded it.

Only to be denied as he aimed it at your worrying face.

BANG.

Only to be denied one last breath, one that you could've kissed him again with.

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kafus · 3 months

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why 100%ing the pokeathlon in HGSS is one of the longest challenges in all of pokemon

ok so the pokeathlon right. the fun minigame collection in HGSS that is sort of but not really a replacement for sinnoh contests. one of the achievements you have to get to upgrade the HGSS trainer card to 5 stars is beating all 10 preset records for each minigame in the pokeathlon, and this is probably what it's most known for outside of just being a fun minigame collection. i think most people beat all the records if they're going for completion and call it a day but despite how easy it is to get that trainer card level, it's actually barely scraping the surface of what this game expects out of you for 100% completion. i genuinely think it's one of the most insane pokemon challenges in terms of the amount of grinding and for WHAT??? WHAT WERE THEY THINKING AAAAA

okay deep breath hear me out. all of the images in this post are pictures of one of my own HGSS files that i have been slowly working on 100% completing the pokeathlon in. i am not done yet and you will soon see why

in the basement of the pokeathlon, there are four rooms that get progressively unlocked as you play. the first one ("solidarity room") is there at default, then you unlock the "trust room" by winning a medal in all five courses at least once, then you unlock the "potential room" by winning a medal for all five courses on the same pokemon (AKA what is called a "medalist pokemon"), and then lastly you unlock the "friendship room" by beating all the preset 1st records, which also gets you the aforementioned trainer card level. each of these rooms is there to display various pokeathlon achievements and holy shit there are a lot of them that just get more crazy as you go further back in the rooms so BUCKLE UP

this is the solidarity room, aka the first room. very easy stuff, the only records down here are in the glass case and they show your highest collective score in each of the five pokeathlon courses. for 100% completion of this room you need to get a score of at least 450 in each course and you can tell you've done this when there are two trophy icons filled in next to each on the right hand side. a couple examples:

the only one in particular that took me more than one or two attempts to get the score i needed was the jump course for some reason and i have no idea why honestly, i think i just suck at lamp jump. on the other hand the skill course is extremely easy entirely because snow throw can be cheesed (video of me doing this here)

next up is the trust room. mainly it features the glass case that shows off every pokemon you've ever received a medal on and also totals how many full medalist pokemon you have, as shown below (i don't currently have any pokemon who AREN'T medalists here, but medalist pokemon are given the red ribbon on the bottom screen, so any non-medalist pokemon won't have that icon):

yes i have 73 medalist pokemon at the time of writing this post. don't worry about the trophies right now, we're going to talk about it later

despite the glass case being the main thing here, the flag, jersey, and golden shoes on the back wall aren't actually there at first. they show up for accomplishing certain things. from left to right you have to switch 200 times in any minigame that requires swapping mons, join the pokeathlon (not necessarily win) 50 times, and dash in any minigame where you flick the stylus to dash 5000 times. these numbers might sound kind of high but it's potatoes compared to later and if you're trying to 100% the pokeathlon these will just naturally show up here eventually without you even thinking about it

amusingly after you get them and interact with them, it doesn't actually tell you what you did to get them there lol. it's just like wow! those are yours! crazy!

next up, the potential room: yet another glass case and a couple of tables on the back for more golden items that appear as you achieve stuff. the glass case this time contains all the records for each individual minigame, including those 1st records you have to beat as i've mentioned a few times.

here are some of my records that i am not so subtly taking the opportunity to show off here lol. i have played so much pokeathlon that all of the 1st records are completely gone from the list, i've overwritten the entire list from each event LOL. on the bottom screen, 1st records you've beaten get a little ribbon on the event icon... but hold on, there's trophies too!

yes there's actually two records to beat for each event, the one that gives you the little trophy is called the mastery record and some of them, unlike the 1st records, are actually pretty damn difficult to achieve. circle push requires 60 points for example, which requires you to get a score of at least 60 - and the theoretical highest score you can get, aka a perfect score, is 66!! that's only 6 points off from perfect!! and don't even get me started on pennant capture, imo it's by far the hardest mastery record, it requires you to pick up 50 entire flags in one game and for a variety of reasons this is very difficult and required me to soft reset over and over doing attempts for multiple hours lol. the mastery records are really where i'm like, damn as a kid with undeveloped motor skills this would make me fucking explode (and it did when i was a child. it almost did even as an adult. fuck pennant capture)

oh yeah btw that "Link" button in the top right is specifically for local wireless playing pokeathlon with friends and there are zero achievements related to it, there's no preset records and no local play is required for completion. figured i'd mention lol

anyway as for the two things in the back, the first with the golden pokegear is for 100 first place wins overall and the one i don't have on the right side is for winning each individual minigame/event in first place... 50 times. 50 times each. there's 10 individual minigames, and some of them don't repeat on any other course, so you can start imagining just how many pokeathlon playthroughs this takes. this is getting ridiculous considering the amount of time investment needed but it Gets Worse!

ah yes the last room. the friendship room. it's cute, it has a statue of you and the last three pokemon you won the pokeathlon with, so you can go in with a team of 3 pokemon you care about and take a photo of your screen surrounded by statues of your favorite guys. here the mons are just random though lol

however there's more to this room and this is where the true insanity of the pokeathlon reveals itself. if you interact with your statue, you get this screen:

as you can see, all of the trophies from the previous rooms are totaled here! the collective trophies are the ones from getting a good score on each course from the solidarity room, the trust trophies are from the amount of medalist pokemon you have shown off in the trust room, the potential trophies are from all the 1st records and mastery records you've beaten in the trust room, and the friendship trophies... well those are actually obtained from the big point score on the top screen, of which you need a minimum of 4500 to get the 10th and final friendship trophy. this total is made up of the sum of all five course high scores, the highest score from each individual minigame (after converting to athlete points, AKA the currency earned), and one point per each medal shown off in the trust room, so five points for each medalist pokemon.

and that's the issue. medalist pokemon. you may have noticed that despite me having a whopping 73 medalist pokemon at the moment as well as getting every other trophy in the pokeathlon, i only have 6 of the 10 trust trophies. do you know how many medalist pokemon you need to 100% the pokeathlon and get that last trust trophy? 200 OF THEM.

let me break down why this is fucking ridiculous. so first of all i've been waiting to mention this until now, but medalist pokemon aren't actually logged by individual pokemon, they're logged by species. this means if you go in with a cyndaquil, and then go in with a different cyndaquil, winning medals on both cyndaquils does not count as more medals after you've already gotten them on that first cyndaquil once. this means that to even attempt getting 200 medalist pokemon, you have to OWN 200 individual pokemon species - as of gen 4 there were 493 pokemon in the national dex including mythicals and stuff; that's a little under half the entire fucking pokedex!! think of it this way, there's 30 pokemon per PC box, and assuming no duplicates, you would need to fill 6 and 2/3 PC boxes with different pokemon species.

pokedex requirement aside, let's break down how many times you have to play the pokeathlon minigames MINIMUM assuming you win first place every single time and don't ever bring repeat species on accident. it's math time babey

you need 200 medalist pokemon but you join the pokeathlon with a team of 3 pokemon at a time, so let's divide that by three and round upwards. 200 / 3 = 67 full medalist runs. for each medalist, you have to beat all 5 courses, so let's multiply 67 by 5 to get 335 total pokeathlon wins. but wait, each course has three minigames! so the total amount of minigames you have to play MINIMUM to get 200 medalist pokemon is 1005. and again, that's at minimum assuming you don't fuck anything up!! these minigames aren't exactly short either, they last 1-2 minutes each and this doesn't count spamming A through dialogue and menus, picking your pokemon each time before each course, watching the cutscene of points getting totaled at the end... 1-2 minutes might sound short but even if we take out all that time menuing and assuming every course is JUST 1 minute for math's sake, that's 1005 minutes - that's 16 hours and 45 minutes of JUST pokeathlon gameplay, and that is absolutely an underestimate.

as you can imagine as a person with chronic pain these minigames are kind of painful after a while and so i'm definitely going slow with this grind but i intend to have every trust trophy eventually. i'm not the first to do it but i've seen very few people online who have even wanted to make the attempt and i want to be able to look at that friendship trophy screen and feel accomplished. (i'm also going to get that last achievement in the potential room but if i don't have it somehow at the end of getting all these medalists i'll worry about it then)

side note i think it's really funny how there's something called the Supreme Cup which is just pokeathlon but harder and the only thing worth doing it for is extra athlete points for winning (300 instead of 100), there's literally 0 achievements tied to it lol

oh, and an aside about how ridiculous the pokeathlon is - the data cards. despite all my rambling here about all these different rooms with various achievements, there's actually even more pokeathlon data that is accessible... for a price.

the lady behind the counter here will sell you data cards for athlete points which let you view more personal pokeathlon data on the computer screen right next to her. the issue is some of these are really expensive, most of them 1000 points or more, which is a minimum of two full pokeathlon courses probably won at first place each. and there's also one card that costs 9999 for some fucking reason, it's the one that shows your total pokeathlon playtime, which i think is really funny. you also can't buy it right away, you have to buy most of the prior ones first. they really said ok here's your reward for grinding enough AP to buy all those data cards including this 9999 one: checking how much time you've wasted on getting here! in total getting all the data cards costs 39499 AP. just to view all your data!! if you get an average of 500 AP per pokeathlon course, that's a minimum of like 79 pokeathlon wins!!

i assume most people have never bought a data card much less all of them, like most people are going to use all that AP for purchasing evolution stones and heart scales from the main shop on the right, but it's kind of nutty how much data the pokeathlon actually saves. very minute stuff. since i've bought all of them, here's my current stats at the time of writing this:

anyways don't do this unless you have a lot of time on your hands to tediously replay the same minigames hundreds of times, and if you do for the love of god rest your wrists btw. these minigames were not built for my bones and they probably weren't for you eitherSFDKSFD

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Seungie Tokki

wc: 2.1k pronouns: none used; n/a warnings: some swearing; lots of fluff; gyuvin, ricky and yunseo large features lol summary: seungeon and bestfriend!reader are obviously in love with each other. will the other '04 yuehuaz be able to finally get them together? ~bp masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ guys this one is so good lmao. was requested to make a fluffy friends-to-lovers seungeon x reader, but ended up writing iconic comedy quartet '04 yuehuaz instead... luckily, both goals were accomplished so i hope you enjoy :)

"Aw, thank you Seungie!" You coo, taking the little blue and white polka-dotted stuffed bunny from Seungeon's hands. You examine it, turning it around a few times before holding it up to his face. "Doesn't it kind of look like him?"

Gyuvin snorts. "Spitting image."

Seungeon glares at the taller boy, who runs to hide behind Yunseo. "Do you want to die?"

"Now that I think of it," Yunseo poses, smirking as he rubs his chin thoughtfully between two fingers, "isn't it a bit too obvious that you're giving (Y/N) a stuffed animal that looks like you?"

Seungeon blushes furiously and you figure that being falsely accused by his friends of harboring romantic feelings for you for the umpteenth time is as good of a cause as any for embarrassment.

You shake your head. "Come on, guys. Seungeon and I have been friends for years. If he was interested in me, wouldn't you think he'd have done something about it by now?"

"Yeah, you would think; wouldn't you?" Gyuvin replies, stepping out cautiously from behind Yunseo to give Seungeon a pat on the back.

Seungeon sighs. "I'm sorry these idiots followed me along on my walk. I didn't mean to take up your lunch break with their," he narrows his eyes at the two lanky boys beside him. "... Buffoonery."

You laugh, taking a step closer to your friend and pulling him in for a hug. "It's really okay. I'm bored all day here anyway so I really appreciate the company actually. Come back whenever you want!"

Gyuvin and Yunseo grin satisfactorily, the darker-haired boy announcing, "Okay, see you tomorrow!"

"We are not coming back here tomorrow!" Seungeon protests, smacking Yunseo on the arm. "My team is practicing during this time tomorrow."

Gyuvin chuckles. "He didn't say you were invited."

Seungeon rubs his face with his hands in frustration. "That's it. We're leaving now."

"Thanks for coming, Seungie," you say with a smile, checking your phone quickly to see how much time you have left for your lunch break. "Will you come again soon?"

Your friend stares back at you unblinkingly, only nodding slowly at your request.

You swallow nervously, involuntarily biting your lip as you add:

"Good. Cause I miss you."

"Cool," Gyuvin mocks to Yunseo as Seungeon trails behind him down the sidewalk. "(Y/N) said 'I miss you' and he replied... 'Cool'."

Seungeon lets out an exasperated cry.

"Not to mention the googly eyes he was making before that," Yunseo adds. "He went from cartoon hearts flying out of his eyes to 'cool'. A tragic overcorrection if I've ever seen one.

"Damn. And he's been acting like this for years and (Y/N) hasn't caught on yet?" Gyuvin shakes his head disbelievingly.

Yunseo laughs. "They're literally made for each other."

"No, we are not! I don't know how many times I have to tell you guys that (Y/N) and I are just friends. Neither of us are harboring secret romantic feelings for each other," Seungeon exclaims annoyedly, catching up to his friends and pushing his way in between them.

"Oh, come on, Seungie," Gyuvin replies, rolling his eyes at the shorter boy. "

"Yeah, we saw you stand there for twenty minutes trying to grab that specific toy and then when you managed to win a different one first, you literally threw it at the kid in line behind you and shouted, 'TAKE IT! JUST TAKE IT!'" Yunseo recounts.

Seungeon shrugs sheepishly. "It was a purple bunny. (Y/N) would never want a purple bunny."

"Now, remind me Yunseo, did he traumatize the kid before or after he put the purple bunny in a chokehold and whispered, 'This one doesn't look anything like me'?" Gyuvin quips, smacking the back of Seungeon's head. "And who the hell doesn't like purple bunnies?"

"OKAY, FINE!" Seungeon relents, rubbing the spot on his head that Gyuvin had hit. "I did want the blue bunny because it looked a bit like me, yes."

"It actually looked eerily like you," Yunseo says, visibly shivering. "Are you sure that thing wasn't cursed?"

"It's not cursed!" Seungeon protests, throwing his arms down in a tiny tantrum. "I would never give something cursed to the love of my--."

Gyuvin and Yunseo's jaws drop as the words accidentally roll off of their friend's tongue. Seungeon's hand flies to cover his mouth as he realizes what he's just said.

"FINALLY!" Gyuvin shouts, stopping dead in his tracks to jump up and down in celebration.

Yunseo grabs Seungeon's shoulders and shakes him excitedly. "HE ADMITS IT!"

Seungeon's head shakes rapidly as he tries to deny the Freudian slip, but his heart sinks as he realizes its too late to take back now. Gyuvin and Yunseo will never let him hear the end of this.

"You have to say something now," Gyuvin pleads, throwing his arm around Seungeon's shoulders as they continue down the street.

"No, I don't," the shorter boy counters, folding his arms across his chest in defense. "There's no way (Y/N) feels the same way."

Yunseo sighs, throwing his head back in exasperation. "Seungeon, please answer me honestly, is your stupidity willful or are you really this blind?"

Seungeon glares back at him. "What are you trying to say?"

"He's trying to say you're a giant idiot!" Gyuvin says, tossing his empty coffee cup in a trash can.

"Not helpful," Seungeon responds with a frown.

"How are we supposed to help, Seungie?" Yunseo asks rhetorically. "You and (Y/N) are so obviously in love witch each other and you refuse to believe it. You are clearly beyond help."

Seungeon's brow furrows confusedly. "You--... You think (Y/N) feels the same way?"

Just then, Seungeon feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulls it out to see a message notification from you.

Look, Seungie Saram! Seungie Tokki is alerting me when new customers enter the store from his post on top of the espresso machine. He's doing a good job, don't you think?

Attached is a picture of the little blue and white polka-dotted bunny sitting on top of one of the coffee machines at your shop. Seungeon's phone falls from his hands as he clutches his heart at the adorable sight and Gyuvin lunges to catch it in his freakishly large palm.

After he reads your message and gags, he passes the phone to Yunseo who gags as well.

"That's it," Yunseo announces, tucking the phone back into Seungeon's pocket. "You're going back there tomorrow and you're asking (Y/N) out once and for all."

"You're putting a lot of faith in the hope that he'll make it to tomorrow," Gyuvin quips with a snort, both of the boys turning to look at Seungeon who is miming out a whole conversation with you as the other boys talk. "See? He's going insane as we speak."

"I'll do it," Seungeon exclaims suddenly, an excited grin spreading across his face. "I'll ask (Y/N) out tomorrow!"

"Holy shit," Gyuvin whispers in awe. "We fixed him."

Yunseo laughs, patting Gyuvin on the shoulder. "Now we can work on fixing you."

"Seungie!" You greet happily as your friend walks through the door of your coffee shop the next day with his friends again. "I thought you had to practice today?"

"Oh, uh..." Seungeon fumbles, eyes locked on the Seungie Tokki plushy facing the door from the top of the espresso machine. "I bartered my temporary freedom in exchange for bringing my whole team coffee."

You laugh, following his gaze up to the bunny toy. "He's my guard rabbit. Much less expensive than a real security system."

"And much less effective," Gyuvin mumbles, pulling out his wallet. "Can I get an iced Americano?"

"It's (Y/N)'s lunch break!" Seungeon scolds. "I'm already about to order six iced coffees as it is..."

"Then what's four more?" Ricky scoffs. "I'm only here in the first place because you promised to buy me coffee today."

"Good to know your support is entirely dependent on material gain," Seungeon replies with a glare.

"Support?" You ask, head tilting to the side cutely. "Why do you need support?"

All of the boys' heads snap back to you quickly, as if they'd already forgotten that you were standing there.

"Um," Yunseo responds awkwardly, grabbing Ricky and Gyuvin by the backs of their shirts and pulling them towards a booth in the corner of the shop. "We're gonna sit over here."

You sigh, attention returning to your friend. "Your friends get weirder every day."

"Tell me about it," Seungeon agrees, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck. "Sorry to ask you to make all this coffee when you're supposed to be resting."

You shake your head. "Don't worry about it. I'm closing early today anyway since it gets too slow on Tuesday evenings to justify staying open."

"Oh," Seungeon replies, nodding slowly as you make your way back behind your counter and start to prepare the coffee orders. "So are you saying you're free tonight?"

You laugh, holding a cup underneath the espresso machine spout. "Yeah, I am. Why? No way you're not busy. You're always busy now."

You watch as Seungeon's face falls. "I'm sorry," he says sadly. "The show has me on such a tight schedule."

You shake your head. "It's not your fault! I'm proud of you, ya know? I just miss you is all."

Someone coughs loudly from the back booth and Seungeon turns around to glare at his friends for being rowdy.

"Cool," Seungeon replies in the exact same fashion he had the day before. He shakes his head. "No, I mean--."

"He means he misses you too!" Gyuvin shouts.

Seungeon presses his lips together awkardly. "Uh, yeah. That is what I meant."

"No, no. What he actually means is that he really misses you. He spent twenty minutes at a claw machine yesterday trying to win you that ugly ass bunny that looks like him, because he wanted to give you something that reminds you of him," Yunseon explains further.

"Well, I don't think you had to say it was ugly--," Seungeon says but he's interrupted by his blonde friend.

"Seungeon is in love with you," Ricky announces definitively, looking up from his phone only when he doesn't hear anyone reply. As the other boys glare at him, he just shrugs. "What? It's true. Isn't that the whole reason we're here? Right, Seungie?"

Seungeon's head falls to his hands. "What a disaster," he groans, before taking note of your silence and looking back up at you cautiously.

Your eyes are wide as you blink back at your friend. "Is that all true?"

He grimaces, before nodding slowly. "Yeah."

A small smile surfaces on your face as you process the confession. "So, what you're saying is... I can actually bring this bunny home and put it on my bed and not feel weird about it?"

"Oh my god," you hear Gyuvin whisper in awe.

Seungeon's eyebrows raise in shock. "I--... Um... Yes. Yes! Absolutely. Yes, you can totally do that. I would be so honored if--."

"And can you get out of practice tonight for a bit?" You ask, packing the coffees into a cupholder tray. "We can go to dinner and you can tell me how you feel without all of your tall friends' commentary."

Seungeon nods vigorously. "Yes. Yes I'd love to ditch my tall friends and sell my soul to my team to have dinner with you."

The rest of the boys stand up from the booth they're at and make their way to you and Seungeon at the counter. Gyuvin wraps his arm around Seungeon's shoulder.

"He's all grown up now," he says, picking up one of the coffee trays. "Please invite us to the wedding."

"I think Dongyeol will let you out of practice for the sake of love," Yunseo says, picking up another tray. "Just be thankful Park Hanbin isn't your leader this week."

Ricky grabs one of the coffees out of Yunseo's tray and pokes a straw in it right away. "We're gonna fix Gyuvin next, right?"

"Okay, everybody keeps saying that and I just don't understand how you could want to fix perfection," Gyuvin replies, giving you a wave as they shuffle out the door and onto the street-- leaving you alone with Seungeon.

"So, uh," he says, picking up the last coffee tray from the counter. "I'll see you around 8?"

You nod, chewing your cheek to keep yourself from grinning like an idiot. "Yeah. 8 is good."

He nods also, walking toward the door and pushing it open. "Make sure Seungie Tokki gets a premium space on your bed."

"I'll send you a picture," you say, unable to hide your smile now.

He laughs. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"See you later, Seungie," you respond with a wave.

"Can't wait, (Y/N)."

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 6 months

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Hi Raven! Have you seen the Disney 100 Jack birthday card art that has been circulating around yet? Any thoughts on the paintings? I think I remember you mentioning that the portraits would be good for figuring out what inspirations more ambiguous characters like Jack were twisted from.

The idea that the background frames for the new birthday series would reveal the explicit Disney reference for each TWST boy was popular fandom speculation when Platinum Suit Jamil was initially teased, NOT something actually ever confirmed, stated, or even implied by official TWST sources. Some people were also speculating that maybe the background frames were just the respective G7 of each boy's dormitory. We only had Jamil to go off of at the time, which didn't give us a lot of clear information since Jamil is both very clearly twisted from Jafar but is also in Scarabia, a dorm which has also has Jafar as its representative from the Great 7.

Then Platinum Jacket Ace came out in late September and seemed to continue the pattern of "the background shows one image that shows direct inspiration for the TWST boy"; there were heart card soldiers in one frame, which is what Ace seems to be twisted from. This made a lot of fans hype to finally get character inspiration confirmation for more ambiguous characters like Jack (which has been an ongoing debate in the fandom for years now).

***Spoilers for the main story, as well as Jack's Platinum Suit initial art + related discussion below the cut!***

... However, that ended up not being the case as soon as Jack's Platinum Suit card preview was released. Which brings us to today 😅 I think you see what the "issue" here is, right??? How can Jack, a wolf beastman, possibly be based on Rafiki, a baboon??? Mmmm, I don't have really anything to add regarding the actual frames? It is what it is, and though I will admit it got my hopes up when Jamil was first revealed, I also suspected it would be a long shot given how eclectic ("borrowing from many sources") some of the characters are.

I guess it was presumptuous for us to jump to a conclusion when we only knew about Jamil and even when we also knew about Ace; the problem is that two in a row doesn't make a pattern, just a coincidence. We need at least three to establish a pattern, and Jack here disrupts it. What we actually see here is that the frame to our left (the character's right) is likely just the painting the birthday boy chooses as a decoration for the Guest Room. (It is listed as “[Character’s] chosen painting” in Sam’s shop.) Alternatively, maybe some boys will have their character inspo if it is very clear (like how Jamil is twisted from Jafar) while the non-determinant characters like Ortho will get some other Disney character from the same film (ie Pain/Panic, the Fates, etc.) rather than a single specific inspo.

I think the TWST fandom is like... very fixated on picking ONE exact character that corresponds to each TWST boy just because the dorm leaders (ie the most iconic group in marketing) have clear inspirations. That expectation then gets extended to the rest of the cast, even though it's not true that everyone only takes inspiration from their own films--even the dorm leaders make references to and allude to various Disney properties. There's no harm in debating, having your own interpretation, or drawing parallels for fun, but it gets to a point where it's... fruitless??? To try to come to a firm conclusion on the subject. It may be less contentious to accept that some of the cast are a blend of inspirations, ideas, and motifs. Even the more "concrete" characters can functionally serve in multiple different roles or as correlates to many different Disney characters. Azul is twisted from Ursula, but he is also able to be Jamil's "Genie in the Lamp" (a line which Jamil actually uses to refer to Azul) for book 4. Vil is twisted from the Evil Queen, but he is the hero Hercules when he sacrifices his youth to rescue Idia from Tartarus. At the same time, you could argue that Ortho (who is very Pinocchio-esque, going from robot to "real boy"), also has Hercules traits and Vil is serving as a dual role as Megara, the damsel in distress. (More on that in this post!)

None of the TWST characters are bound to one movie or to the characters they're supposedly based off of, and this works to the IP's advantage. It allows each character to feel like their own person, not just a copy of or a reinvention of one Disney counterpart.

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rusty-gloinks · 10 months

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MURDER DRONES EPISODE 5 : Random details and favorite parts of this episode

Will be putting major spoilers under cuts if anyone has NOT seen the new episode, or has yet to see it. CW/TW: Blood, body horror, murdery stuff! SPOILERS!! AHHH!!! You get the point. I am not responsible for your actions :3

(This post is a mix of different things btw, Md related tho)

None of this will be in order, and I might need to make a PART TWO!!! Since the total is 45 images. :’)

FIRST UP. I would like to take the time to appreciate doll so have some LOVELY LITTLE images of her I took.

She looks so fucking awesome???? Like holy shit. She slayed!!!!!

not to be fruity .but. yea

SHE. also Isn’t that the campsite? Or just a different location with the same appearance.

OKAY. Next up. BABYGIRL . I SQUEALED AT LIKE EVERY SCENE OF THEM SHES SO FUCKING CUTE. MAN😭

BLEEEEEH (I’m going to make this my icon soonthat was the purpose of the screenshot. Also because I love them)

World is mine by Hatsune mi- cyn. World is mine by cyn. The famous vocaloid /j (HSES 😭😭😭😭)

Noticing how her balance is SOOO Much better while holding someone?. Also MOOD .just like me .real 💔

i lov e you🥺EEEK /p. Shes melting

MY SIB AND I WERE FUCKIJG DYING OVER THE PUPPY EYES.LMAO. I love their humor

J* , and they locked her in the basement. I am so SAD about this information

PROTECTIVE BIG BRO MODE…babys

Okay, listen, i know these 2 got shipped before the release but OUCH this makes things so much weirder!!! eugh:( (mainly saw em as friends.tttotallt not becsuse I project my friendship with my silly mutual onto them.no. /sarc)

anyways forget them being friends as my headcanon. THEYRE FUCKING SIBLINGS EVEN BETTER!!! (prjdedcts me and my elder sib onto th— *gets killed /j*

GAY RIGHTS(After the 2nd watch i realized she was making them kiss each other and I started laughing so hard my sides hurt)

Okay glitch QUIT SHOWING OFF. god damn !!!!! Literally appreciating this scenery so hard. 10000/10. :3

YKNOW HW I WANTED TO SEE TEARS IN THE NEW EPISODE!! LOOK. KIND OF CLOSE!!

LOOK HES SOBBING!!!! ALMOST. I GOT WHAT I WANTED OMFG!!!!! YAYYA!!!! (Love it when ppl cry /j

Lovely little lad. Reading abt dogs:) so cute…

subtle hints of favoritism..👀(she obvs likes J more I think,)

I love how immediately i could tell this was drawn by Liam. Canonically J in the show but like his style is so adorable and bouncy!!!! AND LIKE yummyys:3 eated

Cute detail in Uzi’s room. SHE LIKES BABY COWS GUYS. ITS TIME TO MAKE FANART OF UZI WITH BABY COWS. /J

Blushys:)!

For those wondering what this is it’s basically a ripoff of YouTube. The caption is titled "Top 100 Doors ever!!11!" and then the views at the bottom 😭😭. KHAN AND HIS FUCKING DOORS GOD DAMNIT

This part scared the shit out of me i was literally about to cry. I THIUGHTT SHE KILLED HIM

I had to slow this down and repeat the same clip OVER AND OVER Just to get it right, apparently the solver can swap roles? (The order is supposed to be yellow then purple since Uzi takes over as an admin instead of CYN.) very cool.

STP FIGHTING D:

BOTH VRY SCARY :(

Better glimpse of her backpack. Cute little skullbat zipper!! Also batteries. 👍

Apparently DEAD BATTERIES, aka the logo on Uzi’s sweater could be a possible band? Or reference to a band I don’t know? Like how they have my chemical robots (or something like that) as a ref to the band MCR (romance).

Sigh., N was that you.

Conlang? Fictional language? Glyphs? I’m assuming it’s VERY important (since liam lovessss foreshadowing, i will further elaborate). Hoping there will be ways to "simplify" it to english!

Yknow how in episode 2 Uzi takes braidens sentience or sumn like dat. Yea 💀

Alright I’ve hit the limit, gonna rb again with part 2!!!!! Soon. Maybe

#murder drones #Murder drones spoilers #Spoilers #md spoilers #spoilers md #murder drones spoilers #Md spoiler #Murder drones episode 5 spoilers #Ask to tag #Md ep 5 spoilers #Murder drones ep 5 spoilers

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dvinity01 · 6 days

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adoptable Auction

I’m trying out new artstyles to find which one i feel most comfortable with so ya’ll better expect many adoptables coming up from me hehe :3 -sketches/proof given in comments- 🟢[[𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍]]🟢 Bid to adopt! (Comes with a TH!) Starting Bid(SB): $55 USD Minimum increase(MI): $2 AUTO-BUY(AB)1: $75 (+shaded) AB2: $90 (AB1 + you also receive a color palette + the icon/headshot featured) AB3: $165 (AB1&2 + commercial use rights! + icon + ref sheet; front & partial back, color palette, and other details such as name, likes dislikes etc can be added too) —————————————————————————————— Currently accepting Payment through 𝐏𝐚𝐲𝐏𝐚𝐥 only!

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🔷 you can do whatever you wish with it after you’ve done your full payment ✯ 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐏𝐓/OC 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞✯

🔷 image without watermark, transparent png, and higher resolution will be sent after full payment.

🔷 reselling of adoptable is allowed for less than or at the same amount (unless extra art has been made)

🔷 please inform me incase you’re unable to pay, DO NOT GHOST ME=BANNED

🔺No Returns/Refunds ◽️I can offer payment plans if needed ◽️i can hold for AB or Bids higher than SB

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phoenixspencer · 2 months

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Hello! I love your gifs! How do you make yours so clear and high quality/What's your process? <3

Hi!! Thank you so much!! I've never really had to explain out my process to anyone and I don't know how much detail you need, but I'll try my best and try to be as thorough as possible just in case!!

For my D:BH gifs, the process starts out with recording my own game play. I have a gaming computer that already had the GeForce Experience app downloaded, so I use that to record my game play. It records at 1920 × 1080p, 60 frames per second, so the files can get... rather large 😅 The video of my playthrough of the Russian Roulette chapter (~11 minutes long) was just under 4 GB. So its not light...

From there, I figure out what in particular I want to gif (for the timestamp roulette series, I let a random number generator figure out whereabouts I'm looking). Once I know that, I open up VLC and use it to isolate that particular shot + a little more on either end.

After I have the shot(s) I want to gif isolated, I open up Photoshop. I use "File" > "Import" > "Video Frames to Layers" and choose the video I want. You can do this straight from the video of your playthough, but I find that the shorter the video is, the easier it is to work with in this step. I trim my video more, to about a click or two outside of the specific shot I want. Like so:

From there I delete any extraneous frames from the "timeline" section that comes up.

Then is cropping: my go-to crop uses the "W x H x Resolution" option - I put 540 px in the first box, 300 px in the second and leave the third blank.

After that, I have an action in Photoshop that does the next steps for me (to make things quicker), but what it does is sets the frame rate (which will have to be done again after saving the gif because Photoshop hates everyone apparently), converts all the layers into a single object, and sharpens the gif. I've only been gif-ing for about a year and a half, and before that I had exactly zero experience with Photoshop at all, so all the numbers from these steps are still the same as the numbers I pulled from the tutorial I used when trying to figure everything out. For those, you can look at this absolutely AMAZING tutorial, by hayaosmiyazaki, specifically steps 7. gif speed and 8. sharpening.

From there, I start adjusting the colors. From what I've noticed, I seem to do a good bit less color adjustment than some, or maybe even most, other gif makers. It's honestly all about personal preference, so play around with it and find what you like! I personally like to stick as close as possible to the original colors, while still brightening the image up enough to make it clearer and more legible. So, for a majority of my gifs, I only apply an "Exposure" layer, a "Brightness/Contrast" layer, and a "Hue/Saturation" layer (from the "Layer" > "New Adjustment Layer" menu.) The numbers here change dependent upon the lighting in the shot.

For example, here's a before and after of this shot I just did so I could type this out and make sure I got every step 😅 For this one, I did Exposure +1.0 (no change to Offset or Gamma Correction), Brightness +20, Contrast +10, and Saturation +5 (no change to Hue or Lightness).

Once I'm satisfied with my coloring, I go to "File" > "Export" > "Save for Web (Legacy)". I watch the gif there to make sure it looks how I want, maybe go back and do a few tweaks to the coloring if I'm not quite happy, check the file size and then save it!

Tumblr's maximum file size is 10MB so if your gif is over that, you won't be able to use it on tumblr - in order to fix that, you may have to delete a few more frames. Or you can crop it to so there's less pixels in the "Save for Web" pop-up by changing the numbers in the "Image Size" section

And now, once I have my gif named and saved. I go back to "File" > "Open" and open up that gif. From there, I go to the little three lines icon in the top right corner of my "Timeline" section, click "Select All Frames" and then click the three dots on one of the frames and change the frame delay. For my DBH gifs, I do 0.02 seconds cause it looks best to me. Depending on how many frames per second your recording software does/what you personally like speed wise, this may be different for you. This is also different for gifs from live action or other media (for those, I prefer 0.05 seconds - it looks the most realistic to me.)

Then, I just save again, overriding the file from before I changed the speed, and voila! That's my process!

I hope this helps; if you have any more questions, my ask box is always open!! And again, thank you so so much 🥰 I'm so glad you like my gifs!!

#so yeah that's the process #gif making #phoenixspencer gifs

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uroboros-if · 11 months

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Please please share some coding/designing wisdom. Your game is so damn pretty 😭😭😭 Could you tell us what template you used and how hard it was to make it look like it is today? I imagine so much work must have gone into it

😭😭 I am no expert, but these are just my rationale/methods behind the visual choices I made!

For the template I used—I used Vahnya's Template! However, this post by @/manonamora-if has a whole section for templates that I wish I saw or checked out before making my IF! In another lifetime, I might've just used nyehilism's template to achieve the bottom sidebar instead of torturing myself learning how to do it... ;;

Below, I go into detail the timeline of designing Uroboros, as well as advice through the process I went!

Design Timeline

I started designing the UI late October 2022, and kept fixing, changing, editing it well into February and maybe a little bit of March 2023.

October 2022 - Early iterations of the design. Looked for stock images and began implementing it to add a background to the sidebar and the actual passages. Swatched some color palettes and began implementing them into the IF. Later decided to make the sidebar on the bottom instead of on the side. Also, added a title screen.

November - Testing different backgrounds for the IF's sidebar. Added a textbox to the passages, also worked on the black fade transitions.

December - Finished working on the sidebar background for both light and dark theme, began work on the background of the IF instead.

January 2023 - Finished working on the dark and light theme backgrounds! Started work on drawing the skill icons for light and dark theme, and finished!

February - Changed the title screen to look better on mobile, created a circle logo, added a border to the textbox. Also, made further edits for light theme.

March - Just remade the "Uroboros" logo.

If you're wondering why it took approximately 5 months to get to the final version—don't worry! I wasn't working only on the design for 5 months. My partner helped make the edits for the design, while I worked on coding them in and writing.

I spent a lot of time trying to get a grasp on Javascript, SugarCube, and HTML all throughout this time as well, to know how to fluidly add these things. Meaning, while I was working on these visual elements, I was also figuring out how to do the "looking" mechanic, black and white transitions, figuring out how Tweego worked, radio buttons, and so on.

Do note I've been busy the entire time throughout, so perhaps you can do this much quicker than I can!

The "Secrets"

1. Please—look at IFs you love! What are some visual aspects of other IFs that you love and want to include in your story? I started by analyzing parts of other IFs that I love. I liked Wayfarer's textbox; I liked how the choices looked in When Twilight Strikes. I liked the textboxes in the beginning of Zorlok. Find the things that amaze you about other IFs, and implement it your own way!

This seems like super basic advice—but trust me, once you think, "How can I put this in my game?" you will not only be able to have it, but most likely, you'll also learn a LOT.

While seeing how I could make the radio buttons, for example, I started researching. I googled "How to live change text?" and then I found out about jQuery, how to use the replace macro, etc. etc. JUST from researching how to do exactly one (1) feature.

2. What is missing in other IFs? Think about your own reading experience. I didn't like the clunkiness of some, how the sidebar is on the side when space on a mobile-screen is severely limited length-wise. So, I put the sidebar on the bottom.

I didn't like how other choices look in IFs, so I wanted a way to do mine that's nice and elegant(though it's still a little hard to read, admittedly).

Again, researching how to do the things you want opens many doors for you. I learned how to style <li> and change how bullets look, learned how to style links in Twine in general, etc. etc. again with just this ONE thing I wanted to change/add.

3. Don't do the work all by yourself. I struggled so hard because I hate asking for help. I was happy to Google other people's problems, but I never thought to open up my own thread or ask anybody in the community for help. Please, not only ask, but also—your work doesn't have to be completely original.

Use templates. Look at manon's amazing masterlist of things you can implement. I also have a few macro's that you can use, like multipronouns for MC, that does the work for you, for free.

Rip people's codes—respectfully. I'm not saying from other IFs, but online in other places. If they appear on help forums or are publicly available through places like CodePen, chances are that they're open-source or licensed in such a way that anyone can use it (e.g. MIT license).

Again, here is Manon's masterlist, which includes custom macros you can use in your game (Chapel, HiEv and Cycy are my high recommendations)! Additionally, here's my code for multipronouns here and my code for setting RO genders here.

4. MAKE IT READABLE!! Even if you want your game to look pretty... please, I'm begging you, make it easy to read. This is the most important thing ever.

I have a short attention span, and so does my partner. We reviewed the game to make sure we are NOT compromising the reading experience with our design. As much as we want fantastical backgrounds, we wanted to make sure it was at least not distracting. As much as we want gaudy styles, we want the actual passage to be suited for the long haul.

The most, most important part is to enhance the reading experience--not by adding things on, but by making it simple and intuitive. As someone in the computer science field, the user experience is CRITICAL. Put yourself in their shoes, think about them first and foremost.

Twine is amazingly customizable, and its powers can be wielded for good and evil. Plenty of amazing writers but inexperienced UI designers, especially from CoG, get into Twine. CoG almost completely takes away the design element, so Twine is a whole new ballpark.

Uroboros has a lot of pomp, but the actual textbox is uncharacteristically simple in comparison. The simplicity against an otherwise fantastical, but non-distracting background helps give it elegance. The sidebar, in contrast, is very eye-catching—but, it's also out of view most of the time, and isn't built for long reading.

To add on, make sure it's readable on mobile. I guarantee 80% of your readers are going to be reading your IF on their phone, and probably at 3 AM, so you will want the mobile to look as good as PC, or even better.

Closing Thoughts

Anyway, as basic as this advice is, this is really what guided my entire thought process behind my visual choices! -- Picking and choosing what you like from IFs, figuring out how to do them through research, and making sure your IF is built to be read for a while.

Thanks so much for asking, thinking that I have wisdom to impart!! 😭🫶💕

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Can I Get Your Number?

Commission for @monstranceglock-- today, I am salivating for your bread. So I cooked for you.

Dew matches with you on a dating app and asks you out to the movies. Are you sure he's in it just for you, though, or is this another run of the mill 'ghosting' situation?

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The phone lands with a thump on the bed beside you, accompanied by your groan and rolling eyes. You huff a snarl of hair out of your eyes, fighting the urge to fold your arms in almost child-like defiance. This is the third Brother this week that’s stood you up on a date, only to try to sext with you later once he apologized a sufficient amount. If they aren’t going to bother to show up for something scheduled, what makes them think they deserve anything afterwards? You grumble in frustration when the phone lights up again, the blinking fire icon igniting and then cooling back to an ember once the notification fades.

Ah, yes.

Sinder.

The Emeritus Church of His Morning Star’s most recently launched Sibling Matching Service, as they called it. "Ignite your blasphemous future.. together!" It’s a glorified hook up app, but you know several of your Sisters who have had a long term match and are now happily in a relationship… something you've always wanted for yourself. Maybe just one more try… You screw your mouth up in annoyance before grumbling and picking up your phone again. When the app launches on your screen, you cock an eyebrow in interest— the match was from a Ghoul. Your thumb hovers over the “Yes” button as your eye watches the Ghoul mask blink in and out of existence— the notification bubble for the match tempting you with every movement.

The app itself was divided into two sides; humans and Ghouls. You’ve always fancied yourself a monster fucker, and the Ghouls of the Abbey tended to lean into that role quite nicely when they sensed a human who was down for it. Sometimes you could even hear them chasing a Sibling around campus, just for the rush of it. Matches from the human side of the app were much more common, and you would be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t been disappointed in what they had to offer, recently. Maybe Lilith herself is trying to send you a sign in a convoluted means by matching you with a Ghoul instead of a man this time.

After another moment of consideration you swipe your thumb to the left and accept the match, holding your breath as you wait for the profile of the designated Ghoul to load. When it finally does it's a concentrated effort for you to not drop your phone in surprise, fumbling with the glossy black square of technology for a moment before catching it properly and holding it back up to your eyes. The Ghoul that you've matched with seems to be the guitarist for the latest Ghost project, this time under the flagship banner of Papa Emeritus the Fourth— his name on the app appears as Dew with a fire and water emoji, and this peaks your interest enough for you to dedicate your full attention to the match.

You pull your legs up underneath you on the bed and situate yourself into a comfortable seated position, hunching over slightly and holding your phone in both hands. You swipe through the photos that have been provided by the Ghoul and catch yourself smiling before long, thoroughly enjoying the photos of him and his fellow Ghouls as they tour the world. Papa crops up frequently throughout the photos, and each one is captioned with some quick-witted sentence from Dew.

As you continue to scroll through Dew's profile, you come across a picture of him in full costume, complete with his signature chromatic mask with the mouth cut out and a guitar slung over his shoulder. The image sends a shiver down your spine and a flush to your cheeks, the kind of reaction you usually only get from watching horror movies or listening to heavy metal music. It isn’t the first time that you’ve matched with a Ghoul or even considered matching with one and speaking— but it’s the first time you’ve had this sort of reaction to the photos on the app.

You scroll through Dew's profile, admiring the photos of him and his bandmates as they perform on stage in front of a sea of screaming fans. There's something electrifying about seeing him in his element, his fingers deftly moving over the strings of his guitar as he pours his heart and soul into the music. You can almost feel the energy of the crowd pulsing through the screen, and you find yourself getting lost in the moment. You’ve been to a few of the Ghost project shows before, as a Sibling of the Clergy, and the same feeling of being there radiates through his photos. The energy of the crowd, the feeling of the arena swelling with the lyrics, and the power of the Ghoulish incantations sprinkled throughout the songs— all of it comes flooding back and you begin swiping through more of his photos.

In one, Dew is lounging on a couch in a dimly-lit room, his black leather jacket draped casually over the back of the sofa. For once, his mask is off and you can see it discarded on a small table next to the sofa, next to a half empty beer bottle and a lightly smoking joint. His hair is styled in messy waves, and his eyes are heavy-lidded as he stares into the camera. There's a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his lips, and you can't help but feel a flutter in your chest as you imagine what it would be like to be sitting beside him, running your fingers through his hair.

In yet another photo, Dew is standing in front of a graffiti-covered wall, his arms crossed over his chest as he leans casually against the brick— his eyes are looking somewhere off in the distance and the photo is clearly a candid shot. The sunlight is casting long shadows across his face, and the contrast between his gray skin and the dark ink of his tattoos is striking. You can't help but feel a twinge of envy as you imagine all the people who have had the chance to see him up close and personal, to feel his body heat and hear the sound of his voice in person. The rubber band in your core tightens further as you gnaw on your lip, thinking about his voice as he growls in your ear, saying-

You pause on one final photo, this one a close-up of Dew's face as he looks directly into the camera. His eyes are a lightly glowing amber, and there's a hint of stubble on his jawline where he hasn’t had the time to shave while on the road. You can see the shadows of his sharp cheekbones and the curve of his lips, and you find yourself studying every detail of his face as if committing it to memory. There's something undeniably attractive about him, something that draws you in and makes you want to know more— more than any other human man who’s spurned your interest.

As you continue to browse Dew's profile, you notice that he's listed his interests as "horror movies, rock music, and all things spooky." Maybe this is the sign you've been waiting for, the universe telling you that it's time to take a chance and pursue something outside of your usual comfort zone. Maybe this will be the start of something new and exciting, something that will take you out of your comfort zone and into a world of darkness, passion, and forbidden pleasures.

You click on the "Sin Together" button and start typing out your first message to the Ghoul. "Hey Dew, I noticed we matched! Your photos are amazing, it must be so cool to tour the world! What’s up?" You hesitate for a moment, wondering if you should hit send. Your thumb hovers over the arrow and your internal battle rages strong. It's not like you to take risks or be so forward, but there's something about Dew that makes you want to break out of your shell and take a chance. “In for a penny,” you say to yourself, and press the button.

Fwoosh~~ ping!

“Okay, it’s done. Nothing to do now but wait.” You huff out a quick anxiety-ridden breath and shake out your hands, scanning your eyes around your dorm room for anything you could use to distract yourself.

Television in the common room? No, it’s Real Housewives night and Terzo is bound to make himself comfortable for the new episode. A new book? No, it’s a monster romance. That won’t help right now. How about some music?

Mind made up, you lean over to the side and flick on your radio, only to immediately flick it off again. Of course his music would be on all of the channels right now, just your luck.

As you wait for a response, you begin to doubt yourself. What if Dew doesn't find you interesting or attractive? What if he's just looking for a one-night stand or someone to fangirl over him? Could this have been a bug in the application? You suck your lower lip into your mouth and worry at it with your teeth, wondering if you should unmatch him and save yourself the waiting. But then, a notification pops up on your phone.

Ping!

Your heart races as you open the message, a grin already spreading across your face. He’s written quite a bit more than you expected from a first message response, and you feel a little bit of a flush pinken in your cheeks as you scan the contents.

“Sup gorgeous! Yeah the pics are pretty cool, touring around ain’t bad but I got a group of guys that make it way better, yk? What are you up to, beautiful?” You perk up a little bit from your spot on the bed, re-reading the text three more times to yourself before you reply.

“Just sitting and relaxing, I had class just before this so I’m trying to chill out for the rest of the night. What about you?” You pause for a moment, considering if you should say anything else. Finally you decide on it and add, “I'm into horror movies, like you said on your profile. What’s your favourite one?”

This time, his answer is almost instant and you opt to just keep your phone in your hand, now that he seems to be answering quickly.

“The Exorcist all the way. I love that demon-possession shit. It's pretty intense when you get to do the real thing ya know? Lol. Maybe I can show you sometime, it can be pretty fun with someone.. What’s yours?” Heat coils in your gut at the possible implications of his statement, and you can’t help but wonder what he could mean by that. You shake it off and decide to bring it up later, once you’re more comfortable with each other. Perhaps it was just a joke.

“Probably The Shining. The big wheel trike! I can’t! It makes me shudder to even think about it.” True to your word, you do feel a little bit of the hair along your arms raise as you start to think about the ominous scene in question. You blink and look down, noticing the notification already.

Dew responds almost immediately, "Oh yeah, that's a classic. Ay speaking of horror movies what do you say we watch one together sometime? I know this great lil indie theater down in the town that plays all of the best horror flicks, like Cannibal Holocaust and all that shit. How about this weekend? You down?" You feel a flutter of excitement mixed with nerves at the prospect of a date with Dew. He may be a little rough around the edges, but there's something undeniably charming about him.

Before you know it you’ve already responded in the affirmative, your mind already racing with what to wear the night of. As soon as you hit send, you can feel your heart beating fast in your chest. You’ve never been on a date with someone like Dew before - he’s charming and witty, but there’s also something about him that feels a little dangerous. You shake your head, trying to clear your thoughts. It’s just a date, after all. What could go wrong?

As the night wears on, however, your excitement begins to give way to nervousness. What if you don't hit it off in person? What if he's not as charming as he seems in his texts? You spend the next day going over every little detail in your head, from the outfit you've chosen to the topics of conversation you want to bring up. Despite your nerves, you can't deny the anticipation building up inside of you, and you find yourself looking forward to the date more than anything else in recent memory.

The next day you wake up to a text from Dew, confirming the details of the date, accompanied by a black and red heart emoji, and a suggestive way of saying he can’t wait to see you. One of the movies that happens to be showing at the theater is the original Scream movie, and you’re almost as excited to see one of your favourites on the big screen as you are to see Dew. It’s shaping up to be a good night. As the day goes on, you can hardly focus on anything else. You try to distract yourself with your work, but your mind keeps wandering back to Dew and the date. The letters in your textbook swirl until all that you can make out is “You down?” and you allow yourself to drift off into thought, daydreaming about the date.

Finally, the evening arrives and you spend hours getting ready, asking some of your closer Sisters if they have any input into your dress or makeup. You don’t tell them who you’re going to see, but they all figure out that it’s a date anyway, and gas you up appropriately. You choose a cute, slightly edgy outfit that you hope will impress Dew— ankle heeled boots and a black low cut dress, leaving your ample cleavage exposed.

When you arrive at the theater in the town below the Abbey he’s already there waiting for you, dressed in a leather jacket and a pair of jeans, as well as some sort of ripped band tee. His mask is off, presumably left at the Abbey to make blending in in the town a little bit easier. As soon as he sees you, he grins and stands up from the bench he was reclining on, offering you his hand and looking into your eyes. “Hey, beautiful,” he says, his voice low and smooth. “You look amazing.”

You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks as you take his hand and follow him to the glass ticket booth of the theater, trying to surreptitiously take in his looks now that you’ve seen him in person. His hands were lithe and agile as he exchanged his card for tickets with the teller behind the glass wall, and his fingers were swift when he twirled the card to pocket it with ease. One of his horns peaked through his long white hair when he leaned forward slightly, and you

As you step inside the theater, you immediately notice the worn out seats with torn upholstery and the musty smell that hangs in the air. The dim lighting flickers overhead, casting a dim glow over the rows of empty seats. In the corner you’re almost sure that you see a large hanging cobweb before the overhead lights begin to dim in preparation for the movie. Despite the evident signs of decay and neglect however, there's something charming about the vintage feel of the place. You can picture how it must have looked in its prime, packed with moviegoers eager to catch the latest movie that just released. The paint on the walls, a dark maroon with gold filigree, was faded but still beautiful enough for you to spend a moment admiring.

Dew leads you down one of the aisles and you settle into a pair of seats in the center of the theater. The silence is almost deafening, broken only by the occasional creaking of the floorboards beneath your feet. You steal a glance at Dew, feeling a bit nervous and excited all at once. "I can't believe we're the only ones here," you say, your voice echoing slightly in the empty space. “This feels like stepping into a time capsule.”

"Yeah, it's definitely seen better days," Dew replies with a smirk. "But that's part of the charm, isn't it?" You nod, trying to ignore the slight unease that's settled in your stomach. “It's got that old-school vibe that you just can't find anymore."

As the movie starts playing, the screen illuminates the dimly lit room with flickering light. You can tell just by how it displays on the theater screen that it’s an original film reel— you can make out the edges of the film reel along the sides of the movie as it opens. The images on the screen are in black and white, and the characters have exaggerated features and angular shapes. It's the movie "The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari," just as Dew promised, a silent film from the 1920s.

As the story unfolds, you and Dew are completely immersed in the eerie atmosphere of the movie. The jagged shadows, twisted buildings, and distorted faces create a surreal and unsettling aura that settles over the two of you like a shroud. The film's haunting score adds to the tension and keeps you on the edge of your seat. You can't help but feel a little spooked as you steal a glance at Dew and see that he's just as captivated by the film as you are, his eyes fixed on the screen, his hand occasionally gripping the armrest. His claws dig into the velvet arm of the chair just slightly before he notices, turning to you and shrugging with a laugh.

“I doubt they’ll notice,” he quips, pulling some of the fluff from his claws with his other hand. When he struggles with a piece of the fabric you take his hand in yours gently, using your smaller hand to easily unwind it from the tip of his claw and allow it to float to the floor. “Does this count as holdin’ hands, then?” His eyes meet yours and you stammer a little before you’re able to get the answer out.

You can feel your heart beating faster as his hand lingers in yours, and you're not sure if it's because of the creepy movie or the fact that Dew's touch is sending electricity through your body. You clear your throat, trying to hide your nervousness as you respond, "I guess it does, technically." You both chuckle softly, but the tension in the air doesn't dissipate. Rather, it turns to electric pulses that chime in time with your core, suddenly tight and aching with desire. You haven’t noticed it until now, but he smells amazing… Leather and musk and nicotine and underneath it all, the slightly otherworldly scent that accompanies Ghouls.

“You’re real hot, you know.” You whip your head to the side as soon as the words leave his lips, eyes wide. Dew’s hand clenches on yours slightly as if to hold you in place, urge you to stay. “I thought, maybe, you’d be a little worried that I asked you out just to fuck.” Taken aback by his sudden honesty, you grip his hand and look down, watching as his fingers slowly twine into yours.

“I was thinking you wouldn’t be interested in me. Most guys-”

“Most humans,” he corrects with a grin, his sharpened teeth almost exaggerated in the flickering white light from the cinema screen. A sudden fanfare blares from the speakers as a reveal happens and both of you jump in your seats before laughing a little— it seems to have dissipated some of the awkward tension, however.

“Well, most of them just either want sex or suddenly ‘aren’t interested’ once we get beyond talking.” You huff out a frustrated breath and attempt to explain. “I was just worried that I’m not enough… or too much.” When you look up again and meet his eye, he smiles gently down at you before bringing your interlaced hands to his face and pressing a kiss against the top of your hand.

“Not at all. You’re just enough, babe. If I gotta be honest, I’m really kinda falling for you, and all that shit.” His words take you by surprise and you laugh, a genuine smile spreading across your face. “I mean hell, you came to see a silent fuckin’ movie with me as a first date. That’s pretty cool. And your eyes make me want to kiss you.” His words send a shiver down your spine, and you feel your heart beat faster in your chest. Dew’s eyes land squarely on your lips and you watch his pupils dilate slightly— he’s clearly as into this tension as you are. You feel his thumb rubbing slow circles on the back of your hand, his touch igniting the heat that had laid coiled in your belly.

Without even thinking you move closer to him, the distance between you almost non-existent. You can feel his breath on your face, his scent intoxicating and suddenly so very present. You look up into his eyes, the deep pools of amber staring back at you with such intensity that you feel your knees go weak— if you had been standing, you certainly would have slumped into his arms with all of the desperation of a lover reunited. Instead, you bite your lip, trying to suppress the overwhelming desire that's coursing through you, but it's no use.

Suddenly, you feel his lips on yours, soft at first, but then with a growing intensity that takes your breath away. His hand cups your cheek, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on your skin as his other hand finds its way to the small of your back, pulling you closer against him in the rickety seats. The kiss is electric, and his intake of breath tells you he feels the same. Dew’s hand tightens on the back of your neck and your skin prickles when you feel his claws against you, gentle enough to only graze you. When he breaks the kiss and pulls back he’s breathing almost as hard as you are, and his cheeks are tinged slightly pink under his usual gray pallor.

“So, I mean, like- Would you be, like, disappointed if I DID want to fuck?” he asks, having obvious difficulty keeping his eyes from floating down to the soft curves of your breasts, practically spilling over the top of your dress— just as you intended. “Cause I’ll be honest, I’m kinda thinking about it.”

“Only kinda?” you say, feigning offense. Dew just leans closer, his eyes flickering between yours and the tops of your breasts. When you make no move to stop him, beyond a quick scan for anyone else who may have snuck into the theater, he leans down, pressing his lips to the top of your breast before using his nose to fold down the front of your dress slightly.

“Can I keep kissing you, then?” he asks, only slightly muffled by your chest. You nod and hum an answer in the affirmative, watching as his forked tongue sneaks out to lathe across your skin. Dew groans against you as soon as his tongue makes contact and he follows it quickly with his teeth, biting you and sucking a kiss mark into your chest, just above the line of your bra.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Your breath is already coming quicker, the need and desire threatening to spill over until you’re no longer sure you’ll care if anyone sees you. Would he? “Fuck me proper?” Dew just shakes his head from his place between your tits, his hands coming up to tug your dress slightly further down, until the hem line rests below the swell of your breasts.

“I’m about-,” he pauses, dragging his tongue across your breast until he finds your nipple, sweeping over it briefly. “-to stop caring if someone hears us. And I am this fuckin’ close-” Dew holds up two fingers, hovering just a centimeter away from each other. “-to just taking you how I want to right now. Tell me I shouldn’t.” His eyes land on yours before you look down, watching as he rolls his hips gently against the arm of the chair, rutting against it instead of you.

“Do it.”

Dew clicks his teeth together twice at you with a wink before pulling himself over you, planting a leg on either side of your thigh. You blink in surprise, suddenly having a leg full of Ghoul, and Dew takes the moment to his advantage, taking your nipple into his mouth and dragging his tongue around it while his other hand drops to upper thigh. Dew’s hips roll against your thigh and you have the brief realization that he intends to get off like this— touching you with more intimacy than his instrument and rutting against you like he would on stage. It smacks you like a truck, and you can’t help the suddenly lust-laden sigh that drops from your lips.

The Ghoul grins against your breast, and you can feel the points of his teeth as he bites you gently, sucking another mark that will no doubt blossom into something purple by the morning— a van Gogh reminiscent swath of colour that will server as a reminder when you fuck yourself later, no doubt. His fingers linger alone the hem line of your panties, tugging gently before he moves them. When you shift your hips below him and make your need for contact known he hums against you, finally bringing his fingers to your already soaked cunt through your panties, pressing gently until he finds the delicate bud of nerves there.

“Knock knock,” he quips quietly, laughing to himself as you struggle to contain a laugh of your own. The tension has built up so much that you know if you break and laugh now, you won’t be able to stop— the anxious nerves have returned slightly, and you know they won’t go away until you feel his agile fingers slip inside of you, guided by the slick evidence of your need. Dew feels you tense up and wraps his lips around your nipple again, biting gently and pressing the pads of his fingers more firmly against you.

“Dew, please,” you breathe, “Make me cum. You have no idea how badly I want to cum for you.” Desperation tinges your voice just a little bit, and you allow it, hoping that it will spur him on faster. You’re relieved when it does, and finally Dew uses one of his claws to slice through the front of your panties. When his fingers touch your wetness for the first time both of you gasp, his hips stuttering against your thigh momentarily before finding his groove again.

“So fuckin’ soft.” Dew pulls away from your breasts to bring his lips back to yours, sucking your lower lip into his mouth in the same moment that his finger finally, blissfully slides inside of you. Your mouth drops open against his in pleasure and again, he takes advantage of this, sweeping his tongue into your mouth and deepening the kiss even as his finger slides deeper inside of you. When you feel his second finger teasing around your entrance you move your leg slightly, offering him the same sort of pleasure as he was providing you.

Dew groans against your lips and his finger moves quicker inside of you, finally adding a second finger when you harshly whisper “do it!” against his lips. He breaks the kiss and returns to your breasts, rolling one of your nipples gently between his sharp teeth and pressing the pad of his thumb to your clit and mimicking the motion. Before long you feel yourself approaching your climax and your eyes turn to the screen briefly, watching as the movie approaches its own. Dew coaxes you through it, muttering and swearing encouragement against your tits as he works your orgasm out of you, his fingers deft and his thumb keeping perfect pace.

“Lift up your dress,” he instructs as he pulls his fingers free of you gently. You follow his words, pulling up the hem of your dress enough to expose the smooth skin of your upper thighs and stomach. “I wanna see my cum on your skin- see it coat you, make you- make you mine.” Dew speaks through gritted teeth as his hand flies to his belt, hips still rocking against you. Finally he pulls his cock free and grips it tightly in his fist, stroking himself with the hand that was inside of you.

“Dew, cum for me.” He breathes in sharply at your words, his head tilting back slightly in pleasure as he gets closer. “Cum all over me, so people will know just how much fun we had.” Dew’s mouth drops open and he gasps before rocking forward, cum landing on your skin in ropes that match the pulsing of his heart and rolling of his hips.

“Sathanas, I haven’t- haven’t cum like that in ages,” he says, pulling away and falling back into his seat beside you.

“Apparently not a moment too soon.” You point at the screen with one hand and adjust your dress quickly with the other— the credit title cards have already begun rolling on the screen and some of the lights on the wall have started to flicker back to life.

“Shit, that was close.” Dew laughs and takes another deep breath before standing and making a show of having wobbly legs. “If you got me this hard from just this… Man, I can’t wait to fuck you.” You instantly flush now that the lights are back on, your cheeks pinkening almost as soon as the words leave his mouth. Everything feels much more intense when the lights go up, you suppose. “If- if that’s alright, that is. If you wanna see me again, and shit. I know you’ve probably your pick of the Abbey, but-”

“I’d love to,” you say as you stand up as well, making to move down the aisle and exit the theater. He stops mid sentence, blinking and beginning to attempt to adjust his mask before realizing it’s not on.

“Right, yeah. I knew that. Cool. I figured. We should get going anyway, actually.” You laugh and spare him the embarrassment, reaching your hand out and lacing it with his as the two of you leave. “Are you heading back to the Abbey?” he asks, looking down the road outside of the theater for a possible taxi.

“Yeah, ride with me?” You move to stand beside him, shivering slightly in the sudden cold night air. Dew, noticing, takes off his jacket just as he manages to flag down a taxi. He holds his coat up for you and you slip your arms through it, immediately hugging the warm material closer to yourself.

“I gotta get to practice, I think I’m already late. If I’m too late, Aether is gonna have my ass. Something about ‘you were a more reliable bassist’ and shit.” The taxi pulls to the curb and Dew opens the door for you, helping you into the car with more manners than you expected he was capable of. “I’ll see you back home.” You roll down the window of the taxi and lean out of it as it starts to pull away from the curb.

“Text me?” you ask, hoping that your voice doesn’t come off as too desperate.

“Shit, hey, wait!” Dew scrambles after the car and it stops short when the driver hears him. He leans against the window and grins widely. “I don’t, uh- Can I get your number?”

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