My blog about my yandere ocs they/them (but can be gendered for the bit) I LOVE GETTING ASKS AND MESSAGES PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE INTERACT WITH ME 23 NO MINORS
I was wondering how's the expansion of There's Always Tomorrow is going? I loved it when it first came out and was so excited when there was gonna be more. Take your time, I know making a game is a long process, just wanted to know if there are any updates on it, and when I can see Fern again~
Hi hello hi!!! So glad to hear you love my game WAAAAA 🫶 🫶 🫶 🫶
It's... Slow. Unfortunately, my bachelor's (Hi I'm working towards a bachelor's!) plus other responsibilities are getting in my way. So... It's slow. Mostly I'm working on the entire throughout line, as a complete story. Mostly I've been letting myself come up with cool ideas at my own pace. I'm only one person writing this (I love my beta readers Momo and Sky!!!!)
But you're right. I need to stop yucking around and work on the project. Many apologies!! If it helps, I have juicy lore! Yes, yes... And some new ideas to lean more towards horror
I have a confession: TAT was a fuck it we ball project. I wanted to just put something out there as a 'If I can do this then I can make a real story'. Fen was essentially my little guinea pig. But now they're the star of the blog so... I'm working on making the visual novel good. I want to make something good and I think that's scared me away from actually working on the damn thing.
I dunno. But TAT hasn't left my mind. You can actually see some of the progression of thought via my works (I might do a redesign for Fen but I'm not sure... Don't worry, they're keeping the big beautiful green eyes and the dorky bob)
Little atmospheric art of Fens pov stalking Love. It's supposed to be a virus that let's Fen see your screen + spelunk through your devices but I might not be protraying it too accurate ;;
Yandere dragon who keeps you (a prince/princess) in a tower and pampers you and viciously tears apart anyone who tries to steal you away from them.
(I start to step off if my podium before I trip and splat on the floor face down. I remain there, motionless for several minutes before dissolving into dust)
Hey guys! We are already aware that the game has been uploaded to the Play Store without authorization.
Please do not download the game from there and avoid accessing the page. We are currently contacting Google to take the necessary legal measures and have it removed as soon as possible.
Thank you to everyone who came to warn us about it! We will do our best to resolve this situation as quickly as possible.
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Pessoal! Já estamos cientes de que o jogo foi carregado de forma não autorizada na Play Store.
Por favor, não baixem o jogo por lá e evitem acessar a página. Já estamos entrando em contato com o Google para tomar as medidas legais necessárias e removê-lo o quanto antes.
Obrigado a todos que vieram nos avisar! Faremos o possível para resolver isso o mais rápido possível.
People are not ready for yanderes that won’t let you have pets or children because they refuse to let anyone else take up a second of your time and affection.
Pets are silently re-homed, they make sure you take your birth control(or slip it into something if you don’t want to take it), and of course you have to stay inside where only they can receive all of your love!
The outside world is dangerous, pets carry diseases, and children would stress their poor darling out far too much! Don’t you understand that they’re just making sure you’re safe?
Aren’t they enough for you?
They better be, because you’ll be spending the rest of your life tucked away with them somewhere safe and cozy, where they can monopolize all of your time and keep you to themself!
Don’t even try to suggest getting a pet or trying for a baby, they’ll sob and ask why you’d ever want anything more than them, asking why they’re not good enough. It works and you avoid asking again, leaving them satisfied.
Hopefully my stupid ass will update weekly again. Many apologies for that long hiatus.
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“... I'd like that, hun. I'll meet you there tomorrow. Get some rest.” You murmur to Arlo, relieved and feeling lighter as you hang up the phone.
You lean back, admiring the night sky. Despite the light pollution of Comet City, you often found yourself admiring what little stars could shine through the city's persistent light. You close your eyes and let out a long sigh, allowing the stress to push out from your body through the long breath. You were on patrol, but you allow a moment to just breathe and be. You thought about what to bring for a little treat for Arlo tomorrow, since he seemed stressed. Maybe one of those slightly overpriced iced coffees he loves? Or maybe look through that old bookshop he showed you, he's been talking about the first edition of some classic poet he likes (you'd have to check the other book he got you, as it has the same author) floating through the market and-
“Well, fancy seeing you here!”
Oh great, that warm fuzzy feeling is gone. You let out a sharp huff, not even needing to turn to check who's talking. Precise diction, cheery but confident tone, and you can smell his overpriced cologne. You see Zenith’s cape flowing from the corner of your eye.
“Don't you have someone else to bother? A reporter to brag to? I don't know, a cat to save from a tree?” You grumble. Your stomach twists, queasy at his presence. You feel too aware of where he is (which is too close and in your blind spot).
“What, and miss out on some quality time with my favorite? No way.” Zenith beams, patting your shoulder. A hot spike of rage hits your stomach. You've tried being nice, and then assertive. Maybe as a reporter you'd have to be nice. But as a vigilante?
You stand sharply, jabbing your finger to his chest. “I'm not your anything, fuckhead.” You snap.
“Hey, language! You'll need to work on that if you're going to get a good public image. I forget you didn't take lessons on this.” He scolds, crossing his arms with a huff.
"Good thing I'm not on the Hero Commission. So I can say fuck.” You retort.
"You're not part of it right now, but eventually your PR team will have to help you learn for interviews and talking to the public."
"I'll remember that when I sit down for my next interview for the Starlight Reads.” You sneer, giving a dry chuckle. Zenith shoots you a little glare but you let it roll right off.
"... It's still not polite to speak like that.” He huffs.
"I'm a vigilante. Not exactly being monitored by a PR team.” You grumble, sitting back down on the ledge. He sits down, too, maybe a foot away. You two sit in silence for about a minute. You don't feel the urge to fill the silence, but you are kind of curious about something.
"Now that I think about it… I've never heard you cuss.”
"I don't curse.” He insists gently as his eyebrows raise, picking off some invisible speck from his costume's shoulder pad.
"... Like obviously not on camera. But you also haven't in front of me.”
"Why would I? It's not polite!”
"Like you give a shit about being polite.”
"I do! I'm a gentleman!”
"A gentleman?”
"Yeah! I'm like, the most gentlemanly!”
You shoot him a sharp glare. Despite your mask, he senses your anger.
"... I could be if you let me.” He huffs, coming to sit next to you.
"... So you've never cursed. Like not once?” You ask, probing a little. You'd rather talk about stuff that isn't frustrating and boring. He lets out a little half hearted chuckle before staring down at the street below. He doesn't answer so you lightly kick his shoe. He doesn't budge, glancing at you, expression a little surprised. He stutters for a moment before he shuffles to get comfortable, elbows on knees.
"... I mean, when I was a kid, my mentor washed my mouth with soap. It helped me straighten out.. Foul language.” He chuckles, fondly. Okay, weird. His mentor and not his mom? Then again, he went to a Hero Agency Academy so it's very likely he spent more time with a mentor.
"So… yeah, I don't curse. Even in private.” He admits, shrugging.
You fall into a silence for a bit, quietly sitting. It's an awkward silence, like he's waiting for your thoughts on the matter. Which you have none, so the silence goes on for a bit. Your thoughts drift around, mostly about your job and what you have to do tomorrow. Several good edits to articles hit you, and you tuck them in the back of your mind for later.
"What are you thinking about?” He asks, trying to lure you into banter.
"... Work.” You say, clipped.
"... What about work? Got a big project?” He asks, leaning in, curious. You glance at him, suspicious.
"... Personal Question.” You block, eyes narrowed.
"Ah, right. You and your little barriers. Don't wanna talk about work. Or what you like doing. I know so little.” He says with a strained smile, almost grimacing. You let him sit in silence, hoping he'll have to process how absolutely pushy he sounds.
"... I mean, it's cute. But, uuuuh…” He drawls, “Eventually you're going to get lonely and start talking.”
"I'm not lonely. I have people to talk to.” You sharply retort. What the hell is he even implying??
"... So what, you have some pal who knows your identity?” He asks. The hair on the back of your neck rises. Despite how his smile doesn't change, something about his eyes makes your skin crawl. Like there's something not quite recognizable there.
"No. But it doesn't matter. I have friends.” You insist, clipped and firm. That weird quality in his eyes reverts and he lets out a good natured chuckle.
"You scared me for a second! I thought you had someone better than me!” He says, leaning back a bit, relaxed. He looks relieved.
"Better?” You probe, irritated.
"Sure, you've got civilian friends. But they don't know you. Let me guess, you've never told anyone since you knew deep down they'd rat you out.” He says, smug and a little too confident. He's right, but fuck him.
"You can talk to me about the problems that come with being a hero and I'm the only one who can understand. We've got something special.” He insists, eyes bright. As he speaks, he places his hand on your shoulder. You jolt, barely processing the rest of his rambling.
"That doesn't make us friends. I don't talk to you about anything.” You say, slow and firm. Zenith doesn't even blink at it.
"Yeah, but you should! Bottling it up isn't a good idea. My therapist said it causes stress and unresolved anxiety.” He states.
"You've been to therapy?” You ask, curious and confused again.
"Well, not as often anymore. But I learned a lot from it and go when I need to.” He says, patting your shoulder. You go to snap back but… you mean, he has a point. Hero work has issues you can't talk about with your friends, or coworkers, or even Arlo. It wasn't because you didn't love or trust them, but vigilantism is a huge crime with hefty consequences. Legally, you know what will happen. You'll be charged with failing to report that you have a power, and then with a dozen assault charges, and then whatever else they can pin on you. Implicating whoever you vented to would just bring them down with you. Zenith seems to pick up on your inner turmoil, as he speaks again.
"See? Who else can you talk to about it?” He urges, flashing a bright grin. You think a bit more. You don't want to talk to Zenith about anything personal, even if it's how you feel about your illegal hero work. But… also, he did bring up a good point. You felt guilty. Such a big secret did weigh on your conscience.
"It's worth it.” You murmur to yourself. The lies. Staying up late to patrol. The evasion of curious questions. The exhaustion. You stare down at your gloved hands. You needed to protect your loved ones. You needed to protect the people around you, now that you had the power to do so.
"Why did you become a vigilante?” He probes, leaning in a little, as if he could examine your expression behind the mask.
"To save people. Because heroes are bound by such stupid rules that they're only half as efficient as they could be. Because I want my normal life, too.” You explain. You figured this was safe enough to share and… saying it felt good, reaffirming why you did this.
"And you are. You're saving a lot of people… I admire you. You're so brave and… I've never met someone like you. You're like those heroes from those old comics…” He hums, smiling. But it was a real one. The kind that crinkled the sides of his eyebrows, lopsided and now perfect or meant to show off his perfect dental work.
"I wish I could do more.” You confess. Shame wells in your chest. Shame and frustration and maybe even disappointment.
"You are making a difference. Saving so many people… You're out here fighting villains directly and actually talking a few down. That's something important.” He urges, leaning in a little more. You can see the flecks of gray and green near the center of his bright blue eyes.
"But… You're living a double life, can't tell anyone. You're tough, but… everyone needs help.” He urges, gently. “Who's going to save you?”
You freeze, caught off guard. You sort of expected no one to help. You didn't need it, so it never crossed your mind. Something about his words cause a sharp twinge of anger to shoot through you. He was getting too comfortable again, thinking he was important to your inner life.
"I don't need anyone to save me. That's my job.” You decide, standing. Zenith remains seated, staring up at you like a little sad puppy-dog.
"Everyone needs saving. If everyone could save themselves no one would need us.” He coaxes. You mull over his words as you readjust your sneakers. Not like you had much choice, no one to turn to about this line of work. You'd rather stick to this alone as you intended to.
“I'll work it out, always have.” You decide, summoning several darkness tendrils. You glance over your shoulder to him. He looks… kind of sad. Mostly disappointed and worried, though. Like he actually cares.
“I don't need your help.” You say, a knee-jerk reaction. “Oh and… if you ever try to kiss me like you did in the park a few days ago I'll fucking hurt you.” Before he can insist on anything, you use your tendrils to swing away, letting the cool air of the night brush away your anxieties. Nothing could touch you here, so you allowed yourself to feel the tension strung tightly in your body. Then you allowed it to go loose and escape through the wind dragging through your clothes.
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(No this does not mean try to be a snarky comedian and say it was "bomb materials" or "fuck u" or whatever. Don't play with people's livelihoods, just shut the fuck up and don't type anything at all, it's not that hard.)
Luuk Herssen accidentally discovers a specific aphrodisiac pollen, and you just happen to visit him when it hits….
warnings: p-in-v, anal, NSFW, author uses the word “pussy” for a ftm y/n
Word count: 1.2k
You groan as you leave your dorm room and head to doctor Herssens’ private office. You can’t really complain though, since they gave you HRT for free just for living here.
The most annoying part of getting your hormones the last couple weeks has to be the time you can go get it. For some reason, Dr. Herssen is only free in the dead of night to give them to you. If you weren’t used to late night studying by now at Rabelle College, you honestly thought the late nights would’ve been worse.
Ah, well. At least you get to see the hot doctor.
You take a deep breath as you knock onto the doctors’ door, trying very hard to keep your composure. Of course the only doctor who could give the hormones you needed was the extremely attractive one who made your stomach tie into little knots every time you saw him.
it’s simple, you say to yourself. Go in, get the injection, and go home. What could go wrong?
Oh, if only you knew….
Your stomach backflips as the doctor lets you in. He’s hovering over his desk, clearly trying to keep himself composed.
“Are you alright?”
“Ah, yes.” He groans as he turns to face you, “One of my experiments left some pollen on me it seems. Nothing to worry about.”
Even with a concerning look on his face, the doctor is still as attractive as ever. You and some of your friends have all mentioned how hot he is at some point. You yourself had even said if he tried to start something during these injections that honestly, you’d probably let him.
You nod and walk into the room, waiting on the nearby chair as he fidgets with some things on his desk before finally grabbing the injection and waiting behind you.
The injection takes seconds. You don’t think you could handle it if Dr. Herssen had to see the top of your ass hanging out for more than a few seconds.
You pull your pants up and turn to leave.
Thump! You bump directly into the doctor.
“Can I help you with something?”
“Actually, maybe.” He smirks. “The pollen that hit me is an aphrodisiac. Perhaps you could help me alleviate its effects? I know you’re quite interested in me.”
“Well- I..”
“It’s alright Y/N. I know the things you’ve said about me. Word spreads around here.” He looks at your reddening face as he speaks. “Or perhaps we could forget this ever happened and get you a different doctor?”
“I’d love to help.” You find yourself saying.
“Wonderful. Oh, and please, just call me Luuk.”
Within minutes, Luuk has you half naked on the couch in his room, and your thighs covered in little bite marks.
“Do you- ah- have to bite me?”
Luuk smiles at your whines. “Need to? No, but we both enjoy it, don’t we?” He puts a finger to your folds as he speaks and you blush. You’re so wet he manages to easily slip two fingers in and draw a whine out from you.
He thrusts his fingers in and out of you, even using his thumb to rub circles on your clit to prep you. You whine and squirm so he uses his free arm to hold you down.
When he thinks you're ready for him, he gently removes his fingers with a pop, and lays behind you on the couch, his breathing heavy and loud in your ear.
“Do you have a condom?” You ask while lifting your leg for him.
“Don’t need one, I’m infertile.” Luuk says as he hastily unbuckles his pants, whips out his cock, and pushes himself gently inside you.
You both moan as he manages to bottom out, his tip stopping just above your cervix. You aren’t even allowed a few seconds to enjoy it before the pollen seemingly takes over. Luuk grabs your leg away from you and holds it as fucks into you like he’s lost his mind. He buries his face in your neck and wraps his free arm around your waist.
“Ah- you take me so well.” He says right into your ear as you moan. “And you look so handsome doing it.”
Before long, Luuk pulls out and puts you on your back. He uses the couch arm to steady himself as he re-enters and continues his frantic pace.
The pace, along with the words he’s saying, have you coming undone.
You groan and claw at Luuk’s back as you cum, whining his name.
Luuk ends up cumming right after you. You assume he would stop and give you a second but he doesn’t. The pollen clearly is at its peak.
It’s also good he can’t impregnate you.
In a moment of clarity, Luuk pulls you up and on top of him to give you a break from his thrusts.
Thank goodness.
You take advantage of it, moving slowly until the overstimulation from earlier wears off.
“Y/N, please, just move faster, I can’t stand it. Fuck.”
You finally oblige and Luuk pulls you closer. He buries his face in your skin as you move.
“You feel.. so good…”
Time becomes a blur again as you somehow end up bent over the couch arm with Luuk’s hands in your hair and your ass in the air.
So much for avoiding him seeing it.
You’ve cum again by this point, but luuk has cum three more times. It’s like the pollen just has him constantly able to produce cum.
Luuk is babbling now. Obviously he can barely control himself. He pulls the both of you onto the couch again, this time your back is to his. He lifts your legs gently and picks his pace back up. The stimulation is almost too much, but you manage to hold on.
“Hnngh- oh my god.” He says as he cums again. You look down to see his shimmering cum leaking out of you, finally.
He groans as he notices the sight. “Hmm, you’re full.” He pulls you up and off of him, and you sigh in relief. “We could do anal?”
You groan and turn to stare at him. His cock is nice and long, but that's not the point. “You still aren’t done?”
Luuk shakes his head. “The pollen is strong. I could easily cum four more times.”
You stare at him. His breath is ragged. He looks really good, despite his worn out state.
“Can I be on my back again at least?”
Somehow, Luuk’s cum is so lubricating that you don’t even need actual lube.
You kind of enjoy him using you as a toy essentially, but you wish there was more to it.
Hopefully there’s a next time.
Eventually, you end up with your feet by your ears. You can see Luuk’s cum dripping out of you. Honestly, the sight is kinda hot.
Luuk notices too and cums from the sight. “Hnng- look at you- so full of me. Makes you look even more handsome, don’t you think?”
You blush. The feeling of Luuk’s cum inside both your holes is enough to make you cum again on its own.
“Hah- you’re just as into it as I am, aren’t you? Yeah, you could watch me fill you up for hours.” Luuk babbles again, losing himself to the pollen.
He goes on like that for a bit, thrusting and babbling nonsense before finally cumming one last time. This time is different though, it lasts a good minute, and you can feel it dribble out of you.
“Finally.” Luuk says as he wipes sweat from his forehead, “Perhaps we should do this again tomorrow night?”
A/N: lowkey want to write a sequel where they have sex without the pollen ya know?
Currently Watching: Criminal Minds (But I need to pick trigun and Hannibal back up)
Current Obsession: I have a small silly Fen wip I need to lock in on. Also I've suddenly got weirdly into Russian Pop...?
Working On: There's Always Tomorrow planning and a silly video WIP
Last thing I searched: 'katya lel мой мармеладный я не права lyrics english' because I couldn't find the English name since it's a Russian song. Before that was 'what is a baby hedgehog called'. They're called hoglets ♥️ ♥️
