Such Sweet Sin

LORD, ummmmmm. I will probably never be drunk enough, but you know what? OKAY!

here we go

(Nonny/ie I cannot tell you how much I admire your verve, the tune of your horn, your pluck. I really struggled with this because tbh I want Sirius to dirty talk me! And I’m hitting a mental wall and I think not ready to put out the specifics of that by revealing too much here. But I hope you’ll enjoy this for what it is.)

Praaaaaaaise. Instructions that are (or are followed by) teases. Wants to ruffle her feathers and be the one to smooth them. That’s ♠️Sirius Oswald♠️.

“Don’t run away, please,” he says. “I can tell you’re getting shy. Do you want to stay like this instead?”

Hi everyone! We are the Voltage Organized Workers!

The writers of Lovestruck have come together to unanimously demand better working conditions, greater transparency, and increased protections. To that end, we asked the management of Voltage USA to recognize us and meet our demands - and since management has refused, we will be going on strike.

All of the Lovestruck writers are members of marginalized genders and/or sexualities. We have been given an invaluable foot in the door to the industry and a platform to tell stories that represent our voices, our passion, and our experiences. We are also all fans of the app, and we care deeply about the stories we tell.

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Fenrir’s best friend was kidnapped nine years ago. Desperately clinging to the vain hope that Ray is still alive, Fenrir climbs to the top of the Black Army in order to have access to Cradle’s deepest secrets… and to hold the position for the rightful King.

Table of Contents: Chapter 1 (Prologue) | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 |

Rating: Mature

Chapter Word Count: 3,767 Words

Warnings: None.

The stars were clear in the sky. The moon shimmered along with them, illuminating paths between the trees. Harr’s eye had grown used to the dimness long ago, relieved that this season had given them little snow thus far and allowed him to place several traps. He was silent as he checked each one, his ears listening intently for any sound that might come from the darkness.

The earlier commotion had left him feeling uneasy.

An hour or so prior, the roar of magic and the shouting of Magic Tower disciples had caused a stir in the forest. Perhaps an animal had gotten too close to their headquarters. Possibly even a person. Harr knew better than to allow himself to hope for the alternative:

That someone had escaped the Tower.

look im totally not biased bc there is so much of the best boy Harr in here but THIS CHAPTER!!!! AHHHH. first off i love the Ray x Loki interaction. it’s so cute??? they rely on each other & take care of each other. the dialogue flowed naturally & is totally something i could hear them saying! so in character! wonderful! the milk is such a sweet moment within all the tension. & how they eventually (at least a lil bit) begin to consider each other friends. it develops the story & develops the relationship between them. i love the shenanegains.

POOR FENRIR OMG. my heart shattered when i got to the part about the guns and how he imagines their consequences. sighhhhhhh. he’s a kindhearted soul & i get it. you have to fight but you also want to protect and ahhhhh.

Fenrir’s best friend was kidnapped nine years ago. Desperately clinging to the vain hope that Ray is still alive, Fenrir climbs to the top of the Black Army in order to have access to Cradle’s deepest secrets… and to hold the position for the rightful King.

Disclaimer: Ikemen Revolution’s plot, characters, and contents belong to Cybird/Ikemen Series. This is a work of fanfiction that utilizes elements from this game in order to tell an alternate story. Thank you!

Table of Contents: Chapter 1 (Prologue) | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Rating: Mature

Chapter Word Count: 2,093 Words

Warnings: Descriptions of blood and severe injury; implications of human experimentation.

The school was in chaos.

Something terrible had happened. Fenrir felt unease rippling under his skin. Students and teachers ran away from the building before him, their faces pale with terror.

 “Hey!” Fenrir grabbed a student by the shoulders, stopping them in their tracks. “What’s going on?”

“Fenrir! Some people are attacking the school – they have magic, and they’re going after the students—"

“Thanks.” Fenrir started towards the building once more, but the student held fast to his arm. “Hey! Let go!”

“Didn’t you hear me?! You should be running away, Fenrir!” 

“No! Not ‘til I find Ray!” Shaking off his classmate, Fenrir bolted. He did not slow even as his legs burned from the intense sprint. The thinning crowd went unnoticed as his surroundings faded into a blur. He focused solely on one task: finding Ray.

You better be safe, you idiot! Taking a sharp turn around a corner, he followed the sounds of shouting and screaming. Fenrir recognized Ray’s voice, relief coursing through his veins. As he got closer, he heard him cry out.

“Stop hurting them! Get away!” When Fenrir heard those words, he ignored the crushing burn in his lungs while picking up the pace. He needed to be at Ray’s side, in order to protect him and everyone else.

Then the explosion happened.

To all my black followers and friends, stay safe.

Also, I would like to add that black lives have always mattered, will always matter.

It’s awful that we even have to say that because it should be a given. However, we need to say it loud and clear for the racists.

Happy Tuesday! Tomorrow, I’ll drop the first chapter of KoS - and on Thursday, the 28th, it’s the 2nd Anniversary of Ikemen Revolution!

For today, I want to thank some people. KoS would not be where it is today without the support and help of many individuals. Whether they were reading a chapter I threw into their DMs at 2am, listening to my demands to please edit this chapter right now, or being a fantastic source of support and hype, everyone listed had a hand in helping KoS come together.

Hi anon!! This is really sweet :’)) I really needed to hear this today and I appreciate it so much. I think it’s finally given me the push I need to make this decision. I owe it to you all who have followed me and supported me all this time!

This blog is going on indefinite hiatus. 

What does all this mean? Well, I won’t be writing, and I most likely won’t be checking many of my messages often either (after the next few days. You can PM me for my Discord if you’d like.) Nothing will be deleted; you will still be able to enjoy what I’ve written before :).

I know. It’s not the news that I wanted to give either, and I’m sorry. I’ll put my explanation under a cut for those who care to read, but just know that this is the official status of this blog!

Hello, long time no see, everyone! I hope you’re all doing well and the new year has been treating you kindly. Unfortunately, this post doesn’t mark my return to the fandom, but it’s instead a draft that I had been working on for a very long time before I retired this blog. It’ll never be completed so I just wanted to post what I had, because I remember having so much fun writing it!

It’s a SLBP Nobunaga/Ieyasu/MC threesome. approx 1.4k words.

It seemed this night was destined to be one of exceptions.

The scattering kaleidoscope of stars across the galaxy were curiously absent, as if swallowed whole by night. A lonely moon hid behind misty clouds, casting pale beams across the balcony. Absently, you wondered if they would return by tomorrow before sliding the shoji door shut, cutting off the light breezes that usually caressed your room.

The biggest difference of all—Nobunaga had summoned Ieyasu to his private chambers.