Continued from [here] with @fallesto

Yes, it was lonely and cold. But who was here with her? Who was teasing her about her solitude? No-one? A girl? A woman? She’s beautiful (almost as beautiful as Nunnally), but there’s something about her that Nunnally doesn’t like. Is scared of? No, that’s not really it. It’s odd.

( “Am I sleeping?” ) – Nunnally asks herself – ( “Is that a dream?” )

But it seems so real even if that’s a dream. But it needs to be a dream. How otherwise would that creature know what’s deep inside Nunnally’s heart? She had only told that Regulus (and still not all of that), so how does s h e know? What is she saying? Is she offering to help her? To grant Nunnally’s wish? To make Regulus see her and only her? To truly love her and only her? It feels dangerous. Like a false promise to be accepted; a gentle lure of promising her what she wants... But what would be granted as a wish would be so different. But it is so appealing at the same time. So tempting!

And is that really what Nunnally wants most in the world?  Or is it rather independence? Freedom? But isn't it all connected? She wants Regulus. To sit with him on the throne. The only woman in his life. She could take…no! They could take whatever they wanted together. But Nunnally is cautious. She knows dreams don’t come true. She knows nothing in life is free. She doesn't believe in fairy-tales, fairy god-mothers, heroes, and chivalrous kings. She knows better than that. Life has taught her better. And so has Regulus.

And yes, there comes the payment. What is that the witch wants? How does Nunnally know it’s the witch!? What can she offer her? Her heart, her soul, her body? Her love? She has offered that to Regulus already (not that he knows and not that he even wants to accept her all). She has nothing to give her. And yet does she want to ask? Ask for what she wants?

“Regulus….!” – she wakes up with his name of her lips.

She looks around. Nunnally doesn’t see anyone anymore, but she knows it was n o t a dream. She knows she touched something dangerous. Something that is her? A different her? Her from the past or her from the future? Or yet another power?

Nunnally stands up, grabs the silk gown, and runs outside her chambers. The corridor is cold and empty. Nunnally’s shaking. Her bare feet make almost no sound on the expensive flooring as she runs.

“Regulus…!” – her voice rings in the air. There he is! She runs to him uncertain what she is going to tell him. It was better to stay; to calm down first.

She almost trips on her too long nightdress. She’s finally by his side breathing heavily, but glad she has found him. But still what is she going to tell him?

“My husband…” – she whispers – “I had a bad dream…” – it was not a dream and it was not bad; but she cannot share it with him. Not yet anyway – “I missed you…”

“…in bed…” – she smiles – “Will you walk me back?”

She’s a shivering mess. It’s easy to say something happened. Something more she’s ready to confess.

Sam and Max if they were cool /j

adachi day!!!

💖 Help Me Decide On An Idea! 💖

It's 2024 and I no longer wish to be a one-trick game dev lmao ^^; Help me decide on what visual novel idea I should consider in the future!!

Please note: 14DWY will still remain as my main focus and priority; this will just be a casual project for me to on the side to prevent burnout and tunnel visioning <3

(I may move posts like these to my main account (@cutiesigh) in the future since it's not inherently 14DWY-related!)

plsssss can we talk about bucky getting his revenge and edging gale

gale edging john post | yes we cannnnn !! eta: ykw. i need to just turn this into a proper oneshot since this ended up being over 1k words. new wip created </3

john may be a man of little self control, but after that incident, he decides he can be at least a tiny bit patient so he can catch gale off guard with it when he gets his revenge. because the next few times they're fooling around, gale's expecting a retaliation, john can see it in the way he tenses up and glances at his face before he comes like he's waiting for it, but john never follows through with it. he wants gale to let his guard down, and that he does.

so a week or so later when john's kissing him and feeling him up and asks ever so sweetly if he can tie gale's wrists behind his back, gale doesn't think anything of it. john likes to take control occasionally and gale sometimes likes the feeling of not having to worry about making decisions, getting to let john call the shots, and john always puts extra time and effort into the way he touches gale when he's restrained because he likes to watch his darling blondie squirm.

john has him sit in his lap facing him, letting gale lean against his shoulder to take the pressure off his legs while john works him open on his fingers, already riled up from the pretty gasps gale's making against his neck but reigning himself in because he's gonna need to have some self control for once.

he sweet–talks gale through it, telling him how good he sounds, how well he's doing as he sinks down on his cock, guiding him with hands on his hips so he doesn't unbalance himself without the use of his own hands where they're tied behind his back with a belt. he stays still at first, letting gale ride him slowly, keeping his hands loosely on his waist while praising him and talking him into that foggy needy headspace until gale's thighs are trembling and john takes pity on him (and frankly is so hard he doesn't have the patience to keep his own hips still anymore).

so he runs his hands down from gale's waist to his ass to hold him in place while he rolls his hips up into him, watching the way gale's eyebrows pinch and his pretty lips fall open in a silent oh as john angles himself in a way gale couldn't with his own movements. lets his mouth run as he slowly picks up his pace, all the coos of "so pretty", "you're taking me so well", "you feel so fucking good", loving how reactive gale is to every word and every thrust.

he moves his hands to gale's hips to get a better grip, can tell gale's getting close because he gets noisier, losing his filter and letting out breathy little "fuck"s and "john"s, head rolling back on his shoulders to bare his neck, rocking his hips down to meet john every time he fucks up into him. and then just as he gets the warning of "close", he pulls gale down by his hips to bury himself deep in him and stops moving completely.

the whine of desperation that tears out of gale's throat when he lifts his head has john knocking his skull back against the wall, cock twitching hard enough inside gale that he's sure the blond can feel it. he watches gale's biceps flex when he instinctively tries to get his hands free, feels his hips try to squirm out of his hands to keep moving, but he keeps him pinned firmly down, dizzy at the way he clenches down around him.

a plaintive "john" pulls a groan from him, but he composes himself, lifts his gaze back up to gale's face and lets the corners of his lips quirk up, purrs out a "yeah, sweetheart? something wrong?"

laughs at the way gale cusses him out, a rare sight of his little spitfire with a mouth on him, though the effect is a lot closer to being hissed at by a kitty than actually being convinced to move. john lets him run his mouth, murmurs a "cute" once gale's done, and then promptly hammers his hips up into him just once, swearing under his breath at the way it punches an open–mouthed moan from gale. rocks his hips up into him a few times before going back to a quick and rough pace, the sound of skin on skin getting both of them flushed.

it only takes a minute before gale's hips are twitching into his hands and whispered pleas are falling from his mouth and john thinks he's never had to use as much self restraint in his life as he does when he forces himself to stop moving again, once again yanking gale down against him, holding him still in his lap.

gale really fights it this time, enough so that it's a merciful distraction for john from how close he himself is (trust his idea to backfire as he ends up edging himself along with gale, he thinks) when he has to use proper strength to keep him in place. any blood that might've still been lurking around his brain rushes south the moment he sees gale's eyes getting shiny with frustration, cheeks all pink and lips red and flushed from biting down on them.

"not so fun, is it?" john taunts, but his voice comes out a bit more raspy than he would've liked, evident how much the stop and start is getting to him too. it's probably karma, because he knows he's being more mean than gale was to him, but he can't help it; those blue eyes look so pretty when tears are threatening to spill over when he's desperate and needy like this.

gale wriggles in his lap the best he can, still furiously chasing his orgasm, head finally falling back in frustration before he lifts it again, looking john in the eyes, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth and letting it go. he whines quietly and whimpers out the sweetest "please, johnny," almost crying in his impatience, and fuck.

john doesn't mean for his hips to twitch up at that, but they do, hard. gale sobs out a broken sound at the way john's cock hits just where he needs it to in his accidental movement, and gale spills over his stomach completely untouched, just like that. john swears and drives his hips up into him in an attempt to quickly amend his slip up, moaning loud at the wrecked noises that immediately start bubbling up out of gale as he fucks him through his orgasm.

he tips over the edge himself from the desperate sounds the blond starts to make as he crosses the line into overstimulation, feeling gale's hips jerk frantically in his hands, fighting to get away from the incessant rhythm of his cock inside him as john shudders through his own orgasm, fingers digging into gale's sides.

he slows down to a gentle grind of his hips when gale collapses against his chest, face pressed to his neck, shivering at the slow drag inside him and whining pitifully when john eventually pulls out, settling him down on his thighs while he reaches around to undo the belt and free his hands. his heart bursts at the way gale instantly wraps his arms around him, clinging to him as they both catch their breath, john petting his hair and showering him with praise.

he eventually huffs out a laugh, murmuring a "sorry buck. payback's a bitch, but that was an accident, i swear." gale groans against him in complaint, lightly nipping at his shoulder in retaliation, too tired to fight back, but john's sure he'll pay for it eventually.

it's confirmed with the "better watch your back, darling" that he gets when they're both pulling their clothes back on, but to john, that sounds less like a threat and more like a good time, and he shoots gale a crooked grin to let him know as much.

Back to the regular programming. Have a wip! Still working on that thing. Things still progress as they were - sometimes I sit and draw a lot in one go, then I have to put it off for many weeks at a time; or I simply just don't have that much energy/focus to be creative - just life being life. But I'm forging ahead. With the help of my friend, all typos or grammar mistakes are now fixed, too, so that's one thing I thankfully don't have to think about anymore. Now I "just" need to keep and keep and keep on drawing, until it's all finished. Wish me luck.

I know a lot of people like the "all synths are autistic" thing and i understand, but the idea that they intentionally made Danse like that is so fucking funny to me, and the idea that X6-88 just ended up like that is even fucking funnier

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I literally woke up in the middle of the night like God will dark rise is so fucking screwed. The line that’s like. “Everyone wanted to kill the Dark King.” What’s the part where he looks at Violet helplessly, haunted, almost pleading for mercy? But of course he reveals nothing of substance to anyone. Elizabeth is too young to understand but the reader knows what “Her relationship with that boy was…unnatural” can mean. Tying him to bedposts? Failing to strangle him? What else? Never not even once seeing beyond a mythological identity Will himself didn’t know he had? What did he think was the reason? That he was just intrinsically hateful? Of course he says nothing. Of course Violet can’t trust him- he’s given her nothing as painfully real as what she’s given him. So he gives her the sword hoping at least he can die at the hands of someone he loved, but even that doesn’t work out - she gives the sword to a Visander still furious at SARCEAN. The pattern continues; no one looks at Will, who vomits when he realizes what’s happened to James, Will who is much of a liar and killer and sneak as Elizabeth accuses but nonetheless wants to be different. Even when he doesn’t remember his own past. There’s no way out for him that doesn’t hurt. Hope this obsession passes soon given the one and a half years of waiting required for book 3

On a completely different note, thinking about Halsin's point 'n click line if you have him pickpocket: "Perhaps I missed my calling as a thief," and this other point 'n click sneaking around line: "Unnoticed? *snickers* Good."

And relating those with no good reason to Halsin's snippy observations in Thorm's tomb : "To seal away that which a person no longer needs is to lessen the Oak Father's bounty for all." And "Such hoarding of wealth. A tomb for riches that could be put to better use [...] This gold may never see daylight again while others go cold and hungry."

Because it brings to my silly little mind Halsin getting to a point of frustration where he's yoinking coin pouches from wealthy elites in Baldur's Gate, "accidentally" spilling the coins on the ground for the refugees and children to take - whoops how clumsy of me - and looming over those same elites with an unsettling, even smile asking if there is a problem if they start screeching about thievery.

Love the way that Tamaki and Sogo are initially constrasted as opposites until it turns out those opposite lifestyles still resulted in very similar pains. Rich family vs poor family -> abandoned by said family and lost a precious family member to death. Approaches life through self defense vs approaches life by giving in to others -> both stemming from family issues and loneliness. Pursued idolhood to find someone vs pursued idolhood to find themselves -> influenced by a precious outside force (sister vs uncle) whom they could not reach in the end for some reason. Says too much vs says too little -> they are failures in communication

But of course we can't forget how they do meet in the middle (the mezzo (aka moderate, middle, half....)). How they try and find a way to communicate, how they find both themselves and each other and what they need, how while they don't reach the person they want to reach they do reach each other, etc....

Ten twirls Rose around sometimes when he needs a quick escape.

It's a win-win for both of them, he thinks! Rose always seems to enjoy, even if it's usually sudden and out of nowhere, and Ten gets to make her smile and slip away before she can even figure out what's just happened.

what if i told you... there was never any upper city "content" in the first place...

Self indulgent post but i am constantly resisting the urge to put various Batfam members in Gotham-equivalent shithole cities from other universes and forcing them to solve crimes.

Ankh-Morpork. King’s Landing. Kirkwall. Revachol. Dunwall. I don’t know, Coruscant.

I just want to see these hyper competent weenies get stuck in a universe with no back up, no resources or reputation, trying to solve wizard crimes. I think it’d be funny.

SDC is having your species dysphoria reflect your experience with gender. youre kind of an animal but only in secret. its not strong enough to warrant being open about to anyone other than close friends. you feel like you cant get too attached in case youre found out and have to give it up.

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