This is a list of all my projects and I'm not allowed to start a new one until half of those are finished and published. 😁😅
When Life Give You Lemons: I'm hoping to submit it to Hosted Games (Soon). They will then decide when to publish it.
Insert Rich Family book 2: the demo is out and will have an update (Soon). This one will not be finished this year.
The Wedding: Steam page is up, and Kickstarter is fully funded. The next update will be at the end of June but for Patreon only. I'm hoping to release the game in full by the end of this year or early next year.
The lawyer IF: The first chapter is out. The next chapter will be released in mid-June for Patreon only. It will go public later on.
The IF where you'll be a Chef: It's called Spices Of The Heart and It's official, it will be a Heart Of Choices Game. It will not be on Patreon as I'm not allowed to put it there, but once I have a demo, the demo will be public. 🌶🌶🌶🌶🌶 🥵
The New VN: It's called "Pilow Talk" and you're an undercover agent who needs to blend with the people of a small town in order to discover the identity of a serial killer. Basically, MC has to spend time getting to know people and even sleep with them to get intel and know about their deepest secret, hence the name Pillow Talk. It's a mystery/romance/erotica VN, and there will be explicit artwork in it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~Some other stuff~~~~~~~~~
Side stories of Lemons for Patreon will continue as always.
The host for their HTML/JavaScript files is changing from what I understand so they're migrating their data/files, hence whichever save files you have for HTML based games might get lost during the process. More on that here.
I would recommend checking out whichever Twine game you are following and downloading the save files on your console.
Warnings : implications of sex, semi-nudity, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!
Genre : spicy (just tension, no NSFW!)
Word count : 1.1K words
Additional notes : Got writer’s block in the middle of me aching for this man. And yes, I do have a thing for competent, flirty older men, sue me.
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An odd, persistent scraping sound, followed by some hacking and clinking, then repeated all over again was what woke them up from a pleasant and deep sleep. Though their limbs still felt like water, and they still basked in the gentle sort of soreness of a night of boundless pleasure only their husband could give them, their curiosity made them blink past the haze of slumber.
With a push, they dragged themself out of the futon, haphazardly reaching up to try and pat their hair down to look half-decent (though they supposed that the various blatantly obvious marks that they suspected littered their neck and chest were anything but inconspicuous). Lazily trudging out of their room, they walked into the gardens, where all the noise seemed to be coming from.
Within seconds, the sight in front of them had their breath hitching in their throat, and completely robbed them of their ability to speak. After all, it wasn’t every day that they woke up to the sight of Shingen’s back muscles flexing with every movement of his, droplets of sweat trickling down the sturdy planes of his back.
A quick glance downwards told them that he was busy sawing at a half-sanded piece of wood, amidst a whole lot of other odd bits and pieces that they couldn’t make sense of even if they tried. His woodmaking tools were neatly spread out around him, clearly organized in a manner familiar to him.
Though it was spring, the sun was quite hot out in the gardens, and so it made perfect sense for him to have slipped his muscular arms out of his sleeves, his obi a lot looser on his waist like that—perfect sense, though it left them with a dry throat, burning cheeks, and unabashedly wandering eyes. With ever movement he made to chip away at an edge or saw a piece in half, they remained fixated on the way every muscle rippled and relaxed almost artfully.
Truly, Shingen was a sight to behold at all times, but when his cinnamon hair was half-slicked against his damp forehead, and half mussed in a devastatingly-charming way, and his every movement spelled out the hard-earned strength of decades, and his large calloused hands handled his carpentry so deftly it made them envy it, he was far too dangerous a threat to their heart and sanity.
They feared that maybe their pounding heartbeat had grown too loud, because they’d barely moved another inch from where they’d been standing before he took notice of their presence and turned his head to face them. And then there was that smile that promised frenzied trysts and passionate nights, while pouring all of both his spoken and wordless adoration into them, and they could no longer think straight at all.
Shingen’s eyes, a soft ash of defiant rebirth and always of sensuality, visibly lit up at the sight of them standing behind him. “There you are, my love. Here I was, wondering if the Gods had blessed me with exceptionally good luck with this, when it simply was your presence.” Even though they rolled their eyes at his saccharine words, they couldn’t help the upwards quirk of their lips. “Come, sit beside me for a while.”
There was no need for him to say more, for they found their legs moving of their own accord and crossing their legs underneath them, watching him up close as he huffed and puffed while sanding the surface of the wooden slab he was currently working on to perfection.
They made sure not to touch anything or knock over any resting pieces surrounding him, so as not to accidentally mess up his preferred order of things, but still, they worried. “Am I not being a distraction?”
Pausing his ministrations, Shingen glanced back up at them, an unreadable look flitting through his eyes for a second as he seemed to instantaneously scan their entire being. They had no idea as to what he’d found, but there must’ve been something betraying their innermost, most carnal desires, because he made sure to give them his most winning smirk.
“While your presence certainly robs me of all rationality more often than not, I do believe I’m not the one currently distracted.” A flex of his abdominals as he leaned back to rest on his arms, and their teeth chewed at their bottom lip, their body reacting to the man that knew them, inside-out and all over every curve and crevice.
And when Shingen chuckled at the way their face spelled all their barely-contained yearning, it only resounded in their chest, where he’d long nestled deep inside their heart. Damn him, and damn his unbearably sensual gaze, and damn the way he’d now languidly lied back, like a tiger waiting for the signal to pounce on his prey and devour them whole.
For a few beats, they only breathed in the tension, thick and syrupy with all the emotions and words they both held back. But they’d never been one to sit still and wait, really.
“Well, I can see you’re quite immersed in this, but what would you say to an invitation back inside? And… as quickly as possible?”
“You present a tempting offer, and I find it hard to refuse one from a generous deity.” Voice smooth as silk and rich as gold, now lowered to a delicious purr that sent warmth pooling deep into their belly. “Especially when looked at with such a passionate gaze. It makes a man feel like the heavens have blessed him all over again.”
Before they’d even processed it, Shingen had leaned in dangerously close enough for his scent to be all over them—musk, sandalwood, earth, and just as tempting as every inch of him was. Their heart stuttered and their breath held, they could only give into his arm curling around their waist, as his teeth teasingly tugged at their ear.
Everything burned all at once; every place he touched ached for more of him—and more he seemed all too eager to offer, if the blazing heat in his eyes was anything to go by.
“Then take me,” they somehow managed to breath out, “Take me and show me how you’d worship me.”
And perhaps it was the way he’d scooped them into his arms like they’d weighed absolutely nothing to him, but as he began to carry them inside, they couldn’t help the gasp that escaped them, to which he chuckled in that alluring way of his, sending sparks of pleasure tingling down their very spine.
I really hate doing this, but right now, my entire family is financially way below the poverty line. My dad lost his job and is a heart patient, my mom can’t get a job, and my sister doesn’t make any money from hers. I took up a job, but it brings me less than 30 dollars a month, and I can only work for 2 or 3 months. We can’t afford anything at all (clothes, bare minimum food and drinks, transportation, etc), and even services (electricity, water, gas, internet, etc) are getting very difficult to afford.
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I’m an aspiring fandom writer and artist! Mostly obsessed with anime (particularly One Piece and JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, hehe) and fiction
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This is super urgent, and I genuinely hate seeing my mom going to bed hungry, and my dad unable to buy his heart meds. Any help at all would be most welcomed, even if it’s a single dollar.
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I wanted to do this for a while and finally finished this. I wanted to add Hugo and Shige but I was too impatient 😅 Didn't do justice to their beauty but it was made for fun
The backgrounds and quotes all belong to Voltage inc.
Could you describe Hawke's tipsy date for uhm... science?
Uh this is a bit hard to summarize without giving away spoilers and I don't want the game's sales to be hit so I will try my best below:
Basically MC gets cornered by a drunk at a tavern, where she's all alone and Hawke comes to her rescue. They don't give the exact back story of Hawke but it seems he and MC have bonded over a while (imagine LI like behavior from the professor. He looks out for her and cares about her). Then MC gets sloshed and straight up kisses him (when they are in a private space of course) Things turn steamy and then well ... you already know the end. It ends there. Please reach out via DM if you want more details ^^
Anyway the overall story was worth all the gems. The chemistry between Hawke and MC was natural. By the end of the story I wanted more. I hope his full route comes to JP soon and then to EN
How do you think the ikesen boys would react to a teen nd with a crush on them?
Hi, sweetie 😊💜
I won't follow the historically accurate path for this one cause that would make me uncomfortable 🤣
Also, I haven't read enough about Kichou, Kanetsugu, and Yoshimoto to include them 😢
Fandom: Ikémen Sengoku
Featuring: All the warlords (minus Kichou, Kanetsugu, and Yoshimoto)
Headcanon: Warlords reacting to a teen having a crush on them
Warnings: None | Humor
Nobunaga thinks they are too young to be his wine glass and too young to warm his bed. But he enjoys defeating them at go and watching them pout and sulk.
Hideyoshi instantly becomes their father. He dotes on them and spoils them rotten. Father-zoned.
Mitsuhide spooks them away by being sketchy and playing mischievous pranks on them. He enjoys picking on Hideyoshi's adopted son.
Masamune enjoys cooking for them and taking them on wild adventures. But he rejects them from the start as they are too young for him.
Ieyasu is constantly pushing them away. But he actually cares, in a platonic way that is. One time, he saw them trip and fall while strolling down the gardens and Ieyasu ran to check on them and patch their scrapped knee.
Mitsunari is happy to have a sibling. Now Kitty will have someone to play with when he's lost in a book. He's too oblivious to notice their feelings of infatuation.
Ranmaru shares all his peaches with them. He loves spending time with them, probably because he's older than them only by a couple of years. Ranmaru sees them as a younger sibling. He may try to convince Kennyo to adopt them.
Kenshin has no time to waste with a kid. And he has no problem drawing his sword if they annoy him. Sasuke prevents that every time.
Shingen acts like a father figure. He shares his sweets with them and warns them not to cross Kenshin. He lets them play with Koro and teaches them to make wooden furniture.
Sasuke teaches them self-defense techniques and the way of a ninja. He thinks of them as his apprentice, and he's quite excited about teaching them new things.
Yukimura is a little mean to them at first. But once he finds out they have feelings for him, his attitude changes. He can't return their feelings but he's a bit more gentle with them. Might even do undercover missions with them. They'd be Yukimura's assistant.
Kennyo has a soft spot for children so when Ranmaru suggested he should adopt them, Kennyo agreed almost instantly. He teaches them the ways of a monk and warns them not to get too close to Nobunaga.
Motonari thinks he's found a new pet, at first. But over time, they manage to melt the layers of ice covering his heart. Motonari ends up thinking of them as his younger sibling. He gets very protective of them. With time, he's okay with them hugging him or the other way around. He'd be a nice older brother.
Just sos you knows, AO3 is down under a DDOS attack right now. They’ve been coming back in little blips and then disappearing again. It’s been several hours. (For reference, it’s currently 3 p.m. eastern, July 10, 2023.)
The culprit (as with a few other DDOS attacks recently) is Anonymous Sudan, a group that is likely Russian, not Sudanese. The ‘reason’ they gave–that AO3 is “full of disgusting smuts and other LGBTQ+ and NSFW things,” is thin and probably not completely legit, though still legitimately concerning.
The AS claim: https://twitter.com/FalconFeedsio/status/1678397195039526912
Reporting on AS: https://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/2023-06-28/anonymous-sudan-does-group-behind-microsoft-cyberattack-have-ties-to-russia (you can use archive.ph to get this one, 12ft doesn’t seem to work)
As noted here, https://twitter.com/honeyskeleton/status/1678449598703050769:
DDOS protection is expensive especially for a high traffic site like ao3. And it’s uniquely vulnerable as an independent site without ads or other corporate support. SPECIFICALLY targeted bc of its queer works and yet ppl will still complain every time they ask for donations lmao
So, again, when AO3 comes back online, please don’t go hard with refreshing all your tabs. Please do remember to download fics you love early and often as you continue in your whole ~reading journey~. And please do support AO3 through a dono or becoming a donating member, if it is possible for you to do so.
This took me a loooooong time. It’s for a request months ago and I really hope that Nonnie doesn’t think I forgot about it. I didn’t ;)
Warning: just some smut.
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The music was thrumming through your body, loud enough to drown out the other people chatting and laughing all around. There were a lot of people, it was a club after all, but it wasn’t as crowded as other places you’ve been to. You were dancing, eyes half closed while you moved your hips, mostly staying in the same spot. It was great for observing the rest of the room, and that was what you were here for anyway. Just a stake-out, nothing to worry about. You had done this a hundred times before and you would do this a hundred times more in the future. The location was nicer than most of your usual stake-outs, though.
Your train of thought derailed when two hands came to rest on your hips, someone pressed up close against you from behind.
“It’s just me,” a familiar voice behind you almost yelled into your ear the moment you tensed up. You exhaled and kept moving, not wanting to draw attention to you and your partner in this mission tonight. Instead you turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him flirty eyes.
“Did you notice anything amiss?” he asked and you nodded while biting your lower lip. Whoever was watching wouldn’t figure you were both cops, just a couple getting closer. You leaned in, your nose brushing his neck.
“Quite a few people left through that door over there and didn’t come back,” you yelled-whispered, wondering if the way he tensed up meant you had been too loud after all.
“And have you seen our target?” he asked back. You nodded and beamed at him, still covering your whole interaction under a disguise of flirting.
“They left through that door not even 10 minutes ago.”
I just saw some upsetting news about the last season of Seichi in Masquerade Kiss did you see it too? :(
I did know a tragic moment in the season was coming just from the CG and theme, even before actually reading it, so I was already scared to discover the ending, knowing full well that this is the final season.
I had also seen one comment from the app before reading the story that didn’t particularly make me feel better. It was nothing explicit but it made me anxious and even more scared to discover the ending. I was anticipating the tragic moment to happen in every episode and kept thinking "would Voltage really do this to a character?" especially given from the fact that all endings in Masquerade Kiss (and their other titles) are usually either Super Happy Endings, or Normal Endings.
I know somebody wanted me to tell them what happened in the story to know if they would read the story or if it was too tragic to handle. I’m sorry, I forgot that person’s username, but if anyone wants to learn what happens and be spoiled, feel free to DM me. I know some people prefer to be spoiled to avoid the anxiety of not knowing what happens in a story
Possible slight spoiler (?) or hint under the cut for those who want to sort of know what happens without knowing anything explicit
I don’t want to spoil anybody here unintentionally but don’t take into account the upsetting news, and read until the very end of the story, is all I’m going to say
Thanks for the news! I am so sad that this will be the last story of him and that everybody is hating on him :( I really liked his maturity and the slow burn of it.
Hello hello greetings it’s me :) Thank you @krishastumblernow for this request! I hope you like it!! It is really refreshing and fun talking about MLQC and Lucien with you :))) He is such an interesting love interest (To this day, I still have no idea what goes on in his mind lool)
Featuring: Lucien x afab reader
Word Count: 3103
Summary: Lucien observed that you were in deep thought again, lost in your own world. Fortunately, he had methods to bring you back into his arms and to ensure that nothing would steal you away from him again.
Warnings: 18+ (minors do not interact please! I beg)
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The late afternoon sky was clear and beautiful but why was your mind not feeling the same way?
Last week, Anna and Kiki were snooping into your love life for the umpteenth time ever since they had spotted your frequent visits to the university carrying pastries that they craved so badly.
“I knew the gardenia bouquet was from Professor Lucien!” Kiki squealed at the occupied vase on your desk.
You sighed. “Anna, please tell me you don’t take part in office gossip too.”
She managed a sheepish smile. “But how has he been treating you? You’ve been together for almost a year now. How many dates have you gone on?”
With your mysterious boyfriend, a coincidental encounter often ended up as one. It was kind of hard to link a number with that. Wait, why were you even entertaining Anna’s question?
Sorry to bother I really liked your latest request and thought of something pretty much like this with if possible Jean Comte Dazai Napoleon and bif you feel Leonardo too, sorry so much for chosing so many characters but I really love how you write for them , How they will react in their fem s/o having strong trust issues becasue being teased on when she was younger and so there is why she is a bit afraid of showing her weakness and is sensitive at any sarcastic remark toward her, ? Thank you so much Have a nice day :)
Alright! Ikevamp boys react to a sensitive MC. Approx. 1000 words.
Jean
Jean isn’t the kind of guy to make a teasing or sarcastic comment but that doesn’t mean he can’t understand when someone else does. If it’s directed at him, he’d ignore it.
But if the teasing is directed at his choupinette, he jumps to her defense in his sweetly awkward way. “If you are trying to say ma belle is short, then she is. Do you see something wrong with that?”
Jean also likes to remind his love that it’s ok to be sensitive, to have weaknesses. No one can be strong all the time, in all things. “And that is part of your beauty.”
If Jean finds her crying or upset over some remark, he will hold her until the tears dry up. He never invalidates the way the comments make her feel, “Your soft heart is one of the things I love about you.” But he likes to remind her too, that what others say does not change the truth. That she is beautiful and wise and precious.
Le Comte
Le Comte is guilty of gentle teasing, especially when his cherie is being silly about something. Her hurt reaction surprises him and he feels terrible for upsetting her as that was never the intention.
Rather than apologizing directly, le Comte makes an apologetic gesture. Gifts, a night out, an activity of the lady’s choice . . . anything to put a smile back on her face. And when she is happy again, that’s when he will ask her forgiveness and explain what he meant when he hurt her feelings.
Should someone else make his cherie cry, they will have cause for regret. If the offense is small - he will only require an apology. If the offense is great, he will educate them on the proper treatment of a lady, and if they refuse to learn, he will ensure they are never in a position to offend again.
When le Comte realizes how defensive his cherie gets about things she doesn’t know - and other weaknesses - he first treats her to a lovely time out to remind her how much he loves her. Then he sits her on his lap and asks her, “Ma cherie, you know how precious you are to me. Why is it you guard your heart so fiercely?” He will listen to her stories of childhood bullying, then remind her. “You are here now. With me. Let us enjoy this present together and leave the past to itself. It can’t hurt you anymore.”
Dazai
Dazai is absolutely the one to tease. He realizes quickly though how much it bothers his beloved. His commentary only ever elicits defensiveness or tearful retreat. He has a very hard time reining himself in, as humor is his defense mechanism, but for her he will try.
If someone else taunts his beauty, he intervenes with his off the wall humor, and gives them a new target - himself. He knows such comments often come from good intentions or are a reflection of the speaker’s insecurity, so he tries to use these moments as an opportunity to help.
Dazai is bad at apologies. Not because he doesn’t feel he needs to make them or because they are insincere. He is bad at them because he is incredibly sincere and that is a side of himself he struggles to show. When he needs to say I’m sorry to his beloved, he often does so with self-deprecating humor and a sad little smile.
Her defensiveness about mistakes and weakness make him smile. He understands what it is to dislike oneself, to find fault, and to detest failure. “But those are the things that make us who we are. Each mistake, each weakness, teaches us something. Now come here and let me show you everything good I see in you. Do I need to do it with so many kisses? Yes! How else will you remember?”
Napoleon
Napoleon can be an inveterate tease and sometimes, his sarcasm is quite sharp. At first, he thought his beauté was teasing him back with her defensive retorts. Playing along. Until she ran crying from the room after one exchange. After, he does his best to be gentle in speech. “Smile for me, ma belle. There. Now I can die a happy man.”
He absolutely will chase her down if she runs off crying and make her tell him why she is so upset. Napoleon will apologize like a true gentleman, and then like a passionate lover with kisses that speak his heart.
If someone else makes his girl cry, Napoleon has a hard time being reasonable about it. If the jest was cruel, the offender may find himself on the receiving end of Napoleon’s fist or remark as sharp as his sword. If it was meant in friendship, he would gently admonish them.
Should his lover need comforting after being teased or when she feels like she isn’t good enough, Napoleon will take her someplace quiet and beautiful - whether that’s a field of flowers or a tower room with a view, and kiss her tears away. “You are an amazing woman. Don’t let voices from your past define your present, ma belle. If you can’t tell yourself how wonderful you are, then let me show you.”
Leonardo
Sometimes Leo’s teasing is so subtle that his cara doesn’t realize what he meant until later. He doesn’t do it to be cruel, but rather to make her laugh at herself when she needs to. Her angry or tearful reactions won’t change what he does, but he makes sure to give her lots of reassurance too.
He isn’t much for apologies. Leo would rather show his cara how much she means to him than to remind her of how he made her sad or angry. When he does say he’s sorry though, he means it. And he will quickly try to cheer his lover up.
Leonardo doesn’t get visibly angry when someone else teases his compagna. Very little ruffles his feathers. He’s good at turning the comments back on the speaker, giving them a taste of their own medicine with style.
He is a master at reassuring his beloved. “Cara mia, look at me. Why would you let such silly words bring a frown to your beautiful face? Tesora mia, sei un angelo.” His kisses remind her that she is loved and precious, no matter her flaws.
