hello i am vandal. i'm a RPer and writer and i've been doing that for like 20 years or something. i'm 30 and two-spirit (Onondaga, detribalized; he/they/ey/it pronouns).
this is a combination fandom/shitpost/writing blog, i guess! it is a NSFW blog so no minors please, thank you.
my main fandoms are: handead anthem, hypnosis mic, one piece (live action and animanga), jojo's bizarre adventure, jujutsu kaisen, world of horror, welcome home, pokemon, and some other ones.
here you can find my carrd! i have other sites listed there and am working on things to post as we speak. here is my subscribestar as well; i'm mostly posting finished works there, but snippets and free things will be here too.
Hello, everyone! LoadedNachos here, with my Secret Project officially finished:
Incendiary, a text-based lacho fangame!
Yes, that's right! I made a dating game for you all, and the one and only option for you, Lalo Salamanca, to date, is your future sweetheart Nacho Varga!
This game, written and programmed in 3 exactly weeks by yours truly, is a labor of love that I hope you'll enjoy playing as much as I enjoyed making.
Below are some important facts about the game:
It consists of ~55k words and just over 40 unique endings!
It contains adult subject matter such as smut scenes and violence, and as such, is intended for a mature audience of at least 18 years of age.
Though I attempted to optimize gameplay for a variety of devices, it works best on desktop. If you can't get it to load properly on a mobile device, I'm sorry, but there's really not much I can do at this point! However, some mobile devices should be able to play it just fine. It depends on the individual, and I really haven't been able to figure out what specs are needed, so I'm unable to give a guide on that.
While not technically written with Lacho Week prompts in mind, it does fill the prompts first kiss, first time, bite, bruise, cooking as a love language, knife, sexual tension, blood, and sub/bottom Lalo.
Some canon events may have been fudged just a bit to make way for a more entertaining story. If you see a continuity error between this game and canon, no you don't.
Some routes contain more disturbing or sensitive content such as noncon, dubcon, or major character death. These routes will be clearly labeled so that you can avoid them.
You will be able to save your place in this game, load previous saves, and use back/forward buttons to navigate through the story.
There are no visuals, just text. Sorry! Anything more would have been impossible to complete in time (but you're free to do fanart for any parts you'd like, I'd love to see)!
If you play, you are legally obligated to tell me your favorite parts. You can do this here or on the game's ao3 page.
And that's it! I would like to genuinely thank everyone who helped me playtest this and cheered me on while I was working on it! In the future, I may update it with more routes/decisions/etc., but for now, consider this a finished work.
These past few months of being in the lacho fandom have been some of the best times in fandom for me ever! Thank you so much to everyone who's befriended me and consumed my content in that time. I could NOT have done it without your support!
Now, what are you waiting for? PLAY THE GAME on itch.io! Tell me how many endings you get!
atsuhide and deki and zumi over the years, starting out as childhood friends, is something i've been talking about with cecil today so i banged this out
Deki in the gakuran is a sight to behold; Atsuhide thinks he hasn't seen him truly light up like this in a long time. He sits up straight, watching Deki admire himself in the full length mirror.
He'd been wearing the girl's uniform up until now; tomorrow would be his first day with the boy's.
He knows it's partially Zumi's doing — that boy in Okinawa that he met five summers ago. Zumi was instrumental in a lot of keeping Deki's sanity and will intact over the years. Atsuhide finds himself only a little jealous, a little needy, when his boy disappears for the nightly phone call out to Okinawa. But they need each other — and that's alright.
Right?
It's fine, either way — now he has Deki, and he gets to see that smile brighten up the room.
"I … Mom would have …" He swallows thickly, "She would have goaded me into cutting my hair, too, I think."
"Yeah. She would've." Atsuhide tells him, reaches forward to have Deki come closer. He does; Atsuhide's hands fall to his hips.
"Think I should?"
"I like the length now. I think you look cool." Atsuhide's hands come up to play at his tresses, wrap them around his fingers. Smells like green apple, he knows, but the rest of him is smoky and jasmine. "Fashionable."
"About as fashionable as I can get in this thing." He tugs at the stiff fabric, seems to remember himself, to hover. "Mom would like it either way."
"Why don't you go show Momma?" He suggests; Deki turns his gaze down to look at him. Really look at him, in that razing sort of way he does when he's looking over fretboards and blank sheet music.
"Just you for now." He slides down to his knees, pushing his weight into Atsuhide comfortably. Atsuhide wraps his arms around his boy's waist, feeling warm and settled in him. Sometimes he wants to be the only one who looks at Deki; other times he wants to show him off.
Deki nuzzles into him harder, and he feels those arms warp around him tighter and tighter.
"Thank you, Atsuhide."
"F-f … for what?" He doesn't like when his voice falters, but sometimes it has to, under their combined weight. Atsuhide wants to bite him, keep him safe from anything like dead mothers and anxiety and gender dysphoria. All the rest, too. He could be strong enough to take all of it on for Deki.
Deki pulls away and the look on his face makes Atsuhide's gaze flick just the slightest — he wants to look away from that intensity as much as he wants to keep his hand there above that flame.
"You know." He murmurs, and kisses him. Butterflies bump into one another, far too many — he feels, for a moment, he can't breathe.
"I love you," Atsuhide blurts, once they pull back entirely. Deki blinks, brushes his bangs out of his face for him, and kisses the bridge of his nose.
"I love you too, Atsuhide."
There; a weight, settled in his chest. He can breathe again.
you're too logged on man your consumption of internet porn has severed your psychospiritual connection with the beauty of the natural land. i spent 10 months in sensory deprivation exclusively cranking it to the gentle soundscape of a babbling brook and now when i hear the tap on a soda machine go off i bust so hard the gas station clerk has to call the police
thank you ao3 user rushply holy shit. this isn't set in that fic continuity or anything but i've been thinking about one of the final lines in here for the better part of a year and now have the place to put it bc ive been urged
Yuki feels a little weak in the knees to remember it — Gara, suspended, hooks in his skin. When Gara had told him he found out how to make it work, finally — a few years in the making, this — Yuki managed to play it cool.
Told him he would have liked to see him hanging from one hook, not six, but the truth of it was that Gara's body wouldn't have stood it with less than four. Certainly, without Yuki, he wouldn't have been able to do it with less than eight.
They have pictures, of course. Polaroids and digital. One of them even has Gen in the background, nursing a beer, looking positively ill at the sight. Gara, suspended from hooks, hanging from a peach tree — one of Yuki's.
He's shirtless, grinning. Called it a half-Christ suspension or something with no small measure of amusement over that, but it was the placement he'd decided would work best. Ten minutes he swung.
He wants those framed. He wants them in a little memory book, little stickers all around it that would make Gara threaten him, or maybe he'd finally bite out his throat. He simultaneously wants others' eyes on it, and he wants it for himself and himself alone.
Gara's resting, now. Told him to fuck off with all the kissing and hands across the gauze and tape.
He paces, turns it over in his mind. Two in his upper back, two through the meat of his arms. Two just below his clavicles.
Two in his upper back, two through the meat of his arms. Two just below his clavicles.
"How bad did it hurt today?"
"Bad enough."
Two in his upper back, two through the meat of his arms. Two just below his clavicles.
That grin, that tired grin, the "fuck yeah, I did it", lopsided and eyes half-lidded. Better than any pill, any glass bottom of a bottle. He licked his lips and rubbed at the gauze, the soft knots of his muscle.
It'd take some waiting for the fibers to knit themselves back together, longer than any Aliver, but Gara was both aware and willing.
He did the weighing, far more carefully than most might've thought him capable.
He did the hanging, something people in those circles said a rotting dog like him wouldn't be able to do.
And to behold that triumph on his face was the most thrilling — no words for it, really, beyond love.
This is love.
"Come to bed. Sick'a your fucking pacing."
He wants to bite him, to chew and swallow more than anything — his pound of flesh, drawn and quartered.
"Yuki. You hear me?"
"Yes, Gara."
Yuki floats, sinks into the sheets beside Gara. There's no blood on the sheets or anything, but he can still see a grin on his face in the dim lighting.
He kisses his forehead, his lips, far too delicate for the feelings rolling around his head. His pound of flesh, drawn and quartered. He sinks his teeth in to the curve of neck going into shoulder, and shudders when Gara urges him on.
I got a little funky with this design i made for sabo in a previous post
The idea of Koala being like I SWEAR TO YOU WE WILL GET YOU THAT FRUIT and then immediately regretting getting him the fruit because she didnt think about the implication of what that man would be capable of doing now that he got the fukcing fruit.
I love thinking about koala seeing Ace’s ghost that just winked at her and being just horrified. He knew this was gonna happen. He knows the Trials and Tribulations that are in store for her. That smug bastard.
Also i was morally obligated to draw this angular as hell man as soft as i could, hence the last image.
image ID: ‘I WILL NEVER BE CIS’ inside a rectangle of alternating black and white decorated squares, each with a small symbol (plant life, stars, a key, weather, an eye, a sword, a tooth, a beetle and a fish)
annoying thing about sex in the dark especially when you're topping is the fumbling around Tryna find the hole it makes me feel like an idiot ogre like "thog top. thog fuck boy hole." and the cute little boy I'm Tryna fuck is like "nope, not quite... a bit lower..." and thog gets embarassed that her cock can't instinctively sniff out the hole like a truffle hog. doubly so when it slips out but the cheeks feel so good that you start rutting mindlessly anyway without realising you're not even in like "thog like pussy, thog positively grunt, thog so close baby boy..." and then "babe... that's just my ass cheeks....." like ok guess thog kill self now
