have you seen mortala/vanillasteak's TOS?? genuinely insane for designs that cost 3 digits ... 20 isn't even the age of consent in most countries (only SK comes to mind), but you cannot even suggest a design of theirs under the age of 20 has sex. You cannot use their designs for nsfw whatsoever (especially not publicly). You also cannot use their design sin stories that deal with abuse. It's alright to have boundaries but atp that's not my OC, I'm just paying to borrow your design ..
Mortala, the word, derives from the Latin adjective "Mortalis." meaning "subject to death." Comparable to the English word "Mortal." meaning the same.
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You live in a rotting world. And that's not a metaphor.
You've known that since you can remember. It's a fact that's been drilled into your mind on repeat.
A rotting world that you must not explore. Stay where you are, stay where you're familiar with, stay where you're comfortable— In The Cinders with your older brother.
The Cinders might not look pretty, but it's not horrible. Steer clear of most streets, keep your head down, don't poke around in other people's business, and you'll be fine. You've learned to navigate pretty well, not to toot your own horn.
Plus, you've got a job, and so does your brother. Not good ones, but ones that can, with a joint salary, keep a crumbling roof over your heads.
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Another thing that's been forced into your mind since you were spoon-fed is to never, ever disobey Belamour.
Belamour is a peaceful organization that was made to keep you safe. To do this, they have strict laws in place, and officers crawl over the cities to make sure you follow them. They are not a government, and they make it very known that they are not.
If you fail to obey, you'll get sent to your city's rehabilitation center! Isn't that nice? Or, on the worse side, you can end up in the Belamour Rehabilitation Center all the way in The Frost.
You and your brother made an agreement when you were very little that you would stick together, and neither of you would break any of the rules for fear of being sent to a rehabilitation center.
. . . An agreement your brother broke.
Now you have to find out how to get him the fuck out of there.
Mortala is a 16+ game due to explicit language, violence, death, anxiety, mention of past emotional abuse (not of MC), messy relationships, and more. A detailed trigger warning list will be listed before every chapter.
Customize the flawed main character, ranging from their gender to their style. (Semi-set personality. Set last name and age.)
Make risky choices that might result in you dying or being injured.
Build relationships between characters, romanceable and not.
Finally wipe The Cinders' ashes off you and explore more than just the burnt city you grew up in.
Go against everything you were taught growing up.
Lie to save your (and your brother's) skin.
These characters are not all romanceable, and you will not meet most of these characters until Chapter Two. Also, it's important to note that not all these characters have plot armor. This does not include sub-romances or all the characters you'll interact with.
FINNLEY ROSE. ✩
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Finnley has raised you since you were 5, making him 11 when you started to rely on him. You never really understood the gravity of that until you were in your late teenage years, and that's when you really started to appreciate him. You regret things you've said to him, how you've hurt him— and lately, with his absence, that's all you can think about.
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His skin is a shade lighter than yours, the same textured hair as yours, and he has brown hooded eyes outlined with eyelashes that make you jealous. He stands at 6 feet, 2 inches. (187.96cm)
HIRO LA'EI. ✩
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Hiro has been your best friend since you were in diapers. You know everything about him, and he knows everything about you. You genuinely think he might be one of the sweetest people alive, despite what others might assume, and he jumps at the chance to help you with anything. . .
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He has tan skin, wavy dark brown hair, and pretty doe-like brown eyes. He stands at 5 feet, 10 inches. (177.8cm)
! Option to have a crush on him— it goes nowhere, though.
MEDUSA CALIXTE. ♡
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Medusa. What can you say about Medusa? To put it plainly, she's your best friend's ex-girlfriend. She broke up with him and gave no reason. At the time of their relationship, you thought she was. . . interesting, for lack of a better word, and when she left your best friend, it took a huge toll on him, and from the looks of it, it barely affected her.
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She has russet brown skin, coiled light brown hair, often shoulder-length and worn in dreads, and upturned hazel eyes. She stands at 5 feet, 2 inches. (157.48cm)
MONROE HALILI. ♡
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Your brother's best friend. They're concerned, and not just about their best friend. They're observant, annoyingly so, and can tell how bad his leave has affected you. Obviously, due to their status, they've taken it upon themselves to check on you- wanted or not.
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They have deep tawny skin, curly black hair with white underneath, and dark brown monolid eyes framed with long, naturally curled eyelashes. He stands at 6 feet tall. (182.88cm)
! Option to have a childhood crush on them. (Three-year age gap.)
LIVIA ALARIE. ✩
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Monroe's daughter. From what you heard from your brother, she's incredibly timid- Oh, and she's smiled at him. (He wouldn't shut up about it for a week.) You've never seen her or talked to her yet.
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She has tawny skin, wavy black hair that reaches below her ears, and dark brown almond eyes. She stands at 3 feet, 7 inches. (109.22cm)
VIVIAN DE LA CRUZ. ♡
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Your ex. You still think about them occasionally— you don't date someone for 5 years and forget about them even if you want to. You don't like how things ended, but you don't know if you want to see them again.
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They have warm golden skin, light blue wavy hair, and downturned brown eyes. They stand at 6ft, 1 inch. (185.42cm)
! Details of the past relationship in their character profile.
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Hiro La'ei
Medusa Calixte
Monroe Halili
Vivian de la Cruz
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This interactive fiction is very loosely inspired by The Hunger Games
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 100 FOLLOWERS! This drabble is somewhat canon because it can be altered depending on the MC's personality. 438 words.
You stride through the streets of The Cinders, your head lowered and your eyes glued to the dirt staining your shoes. The sun crawls in from atop the mass of crumbled buildings, splashing light over the streets. You stick your hands into your pockets, idly tracing over the hem connecting fabric to your jacket as your mind wanders.
"Excuse me?"
You startle, your chin snapping upward. Of course, you've been interacted with in public, but never on the road by people you don't know. And you've never wanted to be; most strangers aren't kind- you mainly want to disappear when walking from place to place. But, looking at this stranger, it feels weirdly different. You feel somewhat safe- as safe as you can feel being approached on the street, anyway.
The person who captured your attention has black hair that falls to their shoulders in wind-blown waves with eyes a glittering amber. They smile at you, close-lipped, causing their eyes to crease a little around the corners. Freckles are sprinkled along the bridge of their nose, gliding across and to their golden cheeks.
"Do you know where the..." they pause, looking down at an organized stack of papers held together by a shiny paperclip, "The… Bear Cave is?" They tilt their head at you, crinkling their eyes even more. It makes your stomach twist, and suddenly, you feel like your legs are made of jelly.
Why are you so nervous around this person? You don't even know them.
"Uh… yeah," you stop for a moment, the following words thick on your tongue, and they blink at you, ever so patient. It's weird. They're weird. That must be why you're acting like this. "Go straight 'til you see a busted-up lamppost, then go right… and go straight again until you see it. It's huge, you can't miss it." You glance in the direction of the restaurant.
They nod at you, following your line of sight, "Thank you! I've asked… like three other people," they expel a half-amused and half-exasperated laugh, a grin plastered onto their delicate features.
You stare for a moment, then splutter as they're about to go, "Wait-- uh," you start, "What's your name?"
They squint at you, "Who's askin'?" They lean closer, moving the papers they hold closer to their chest. Your lips part, and you feel your eyebrows shoot up, the shock and panic seeping into your mind quickly. They let out an airy laugh, shaking their head with closed eyes and a hand clasped over their mouth. "I'm just playing." They reassure, softening their voice. "I'm Vivian."
902-word drabble. Hiro ranting to CRUSHING!MC about Medusa for the first time. MC is flawed and has a semi-set personality. They are not perfect and never will be. They are possessive in this and in general. Possessiveness is not a good or healthy trait to have and shouldn't be treated like one. MC knows it's a problem, and so does Hiro. Feel free to ask more!
The sun creeps into Hiro's cluttered room from his rusty windows, the harsh light gazing onto his form. He and you have been sitting on his bed, the sheets sprawled half off the mattress, and he's been ranting about some girl named Medusa for over half an hour. The lovesick expression on his pretty features makes you actually sick, your stomach churning with suppressed emotions. At the same time, your mind races with defenses, and your tongue is laced with hypocritical remarks that you struggle to swallow.
This hasn't been the first time he's done this, blabbering about a newfound crush- not even close- but it always makes your throat close- and your eyes prickle, your demeanor bubble up into unbridled annoyance. But, it's not like you're going to say anything. . . you're just going to sit there, nodding along to each honeyed word that falls from his lips. He always listens to you, right? What kind of friend would you be if you didn't listen to him. . ?
Your name falls off Hiro's tongue smoothly, confusion drawn around each syllable, and it snaps you back into reality, your head tilting to the side while your eyes focus back on him rather than a spot on the wall devoid of paint. "Are you listening?" He asks, his soft smile tainted downward.
"…Yeah, of course," you reply, shuffling and tugging up one of the blankets he patched in a sewing phase in his early teens, "She seems nice." The compliment is practiced, lazy, and repeated- you have not been listening. You can tell he knows when his smile dissolves completely. You scramble to fix it. . . right your answer- to pull the corners of his lips back up. "I mean. . . like, you guys seem like you'd be really cute together." You offer up, a placating grin added along with it. The words don't feel right- they leave a sense of bitterness tanging your mouth. Your nails press into the skin of your legs where they lay idly.
"Really?" He beams, pointy teeth shining, "I think so too," he shifts forward, grabbing your hands like it's the easiest thing in the world. It is- to him- but it makes your breath hitch, your attention glued to the absent-minded touch. Your fingers twitch, "She's so pretty, and her voice. . ." he trails off, dramatically at a loss of words, as if nothing could describe it.
"Hiro," you say, and you catch the shake in your voice at the beginning, inwardly cringing. His brows furrow, cocking his head, doe-like eyes staring at you with traces of concern and puzzlement. You gently bring your hands back to yourself, placing them in your lap. With your withdrawal, worry attacks him, lips parting, no doubt with reassurements about to leave him. This has happened multiple times before- your jealousy showing itself- but it still manages to irk you every time, even if you're the one who made your discomfort aware. You wish you had kept your mouth clamped shut and let him ramble on about the girl, who you've already forgotten the name of.
"What's wrong?" He questions. He knows you're jealous, but not because you're in love with him. He thinks you're worried he'd get distracted by the girl and forget about you, let your friendship fade. You guess he's half-right, but the in-love part… has started to outweigh that. But you can't confess to that. You don't want to. So, you let the silence hang heavy in the air until he continues. He eventually does once he realizes you won't answer,
"You're my best friend, okay?"
. . .Yeah. That's the problem.
"I won't let some relationship ever change that." He promises, looking like he's about to reach for your hands again and squeeze tight, but he composes himself, keeps his hands to himself- part of you wishes he wouldn't. He's smiling gently at you, an expression reserved only for you, this kind of unmeasured love. Platonic love.
You force yourself to nod, a trembling grin plastered onto your face, "Yeah, I know. . . I'm just dramatic." You look at him, tight-lipped, and he shakes his head in disagreement with your claim. You're not dramatic- you're possessive. You know you are. You've been called it by him and Finn- jokingly, of course. You know they sorta mean it. They aren't wrong, though. Every time Hiro- or Finn- mentions someone new, all your breath leaves your lungs, and a tightness settles into your chest, swirling and clinging to you.
After a moment, he slants forward, pats your thigh, then leans back. "It's fine, don't worry about it. I think it's cute. It reminds me that you love me." He grins. He's teasing, but it still sends shocks down your spine and causes your posture to turn slightly rigid.
"Who would love you?" You retort, scrunching up your features with faux distaste. He laughs, eyes crinkling, the sound shimmering.
"You, duh."
You know you'll always be seen as his best friend, even if it makes you want to scream, but you guess being his friend is better than being nothing to him. At least he loves you in some way, even if it's not in the way you want him to. You're less than content with it, but it's not like you'll act on it- especially not when he's spewing infatuated nonsense.
OOOoo this sounds interesting!! What parts of the MC personality are set? I don't usually play IFs with set or semi sets personalities at all, but I think I'd 100% be willing to give this a gander. I love anything even somewhat similar to The Hunger Games
hiii!!!
first off!! thank you for giving my IF a chance!!! i understand the freedom of all chosen traits. still, with this IF, it just wasn't possible since the plot is heavily impacted and only continues due to flaws MC has... and if i gave a completely customizable MC, there'd either be tons of variables for flaws (and i am VERY new to coding) or the plot would feel awkward. maybe both.
by semi-set, i don't mean you won't get the basic choices of kind/rude and things of that sort-- just that some downfalls to MC have been put in place.
under the cut due to slight spoilers
the flaws that MC does have is possessiveness. not in a romanticized or obsessive way, and it's very subtle in most routes. it could come off as jealousy if you squint. definitely not the main point and doesn't show up a lot. (their possessiveness doesn't mean that they want their RO all to themselves. its not like that.)
another is that their actions seem slightly... selfish... and do things that contribute only to them and finding their brother-- they're loyal to a fault to Finn, pretty much.
one of the biggest ones is that they are manipulative. and they lie. they don't manipulate the main cast, but they do lie to them... a lot.
(and there might be choices to add to this list by the player, but that is 100% not set in stone)
this story is messy. the characters, not just the MC, are messy. they all have problems that they need to solve within themselves. this story is set in a very cutthroat and dangerous world, so you can imagine what living in these kinds of environments would do to them.
feel free to ask about any and all of these!! i also want to note that none of these are healthy things to have-- that is why they're called flaws-- and it isn't treated like that. MC is well aware of this.
Vivian uses they/them and is of Mexican descent. They're 21, the same age as MC.
Vivian's presence is like a river, tranquil, but you used to find yourself drowning it. They made it harder to breathe, harder to think, harder to function.
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You met when they had just moved here from Orboa, confused and lost, and they asked you for directions after getting ignored. The way they stared at you is imprinted in your brain. Their hair was black then, ruffled by the wind, and their golden skin was a little darker. They had freckles prominent on their nose and cheeks. They were beautiful. The light of the sun glinted in their brown eyes, making it a shining amber as they looked at you, hopeful. You offered them the directions, along with your name, and everything beyond that is a lovesick blur.
They were your first love; while your memory is a bit fuzzy on bigger details, you remember the little things. Like. . . their eyebrows pinch together when they're focusing, how they like their coffee, how their bottom lip quivers before they cry.
They made sure to appreciate you and made sure you knew that they did. They were an attentive lover. They weren't the problem. You were. You started taking their affection for granted like you deserved it, lazily claiming the handfuls of love they graciously provided.
Sometimes you wish things could've been different, that you were different, but wishing doesn't change anything.
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Their style is comforting, filled with light colors and patterned clothing. You remember when they used to offer you their cardigans with all different animal prints.
Their appearance is gentle, their golden skin contrasting the baby blue of their wavy hair. They have downturned brown eyes that look amber in the light and a gap-toothed smile that they cover with a hand. You've memorized their features- you can recall every slant and curve of their face, the barely-there splash of freckles along the bridge of their nose.
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