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He sighs, quickly defeated. Though you can tell he’s calmed down a bit, even if his eyebrows are still twitching a bit. Fixing his glasses that had slid down his nose from the rapid head movement, he whispers, “Fine. Could we talk about this in the crawlspace? For the sake of privacy.” He subtly gestures to the other objects in the room. Although they are all inanimate at the moment, Chance’s sentiment was valid — you never know who’s listening. Although, after removing Keith, Bodhi and Vaugh from your basement, that is probably the most isolated part of your house and the closest you will get to privacy. 

“Sure,” You shrug, motioning for him to follow you down, “Let’s go.”

Chance follows as you lead him to the basement, and by the time the two of you climb down, he’s visibly relaxed from his previously unstable state. There is still an air of upset to him, but that you will quickly get to the bottom of. “So, what’s up?” You ask casually, in hopes your easygoing attitude will rub off on him.

But it certainly doesn’t. “Thanks for your concern. It’s just, there’s this new G&G supplement that came out and— acht, this is so embarrassing—” He pinches the bridge of his nose, glasses lifting as he does so. Your hand caresses his shoulder, then idly trails over his neck to cup his cheek, “Hey, try not to get too worked up about it. If you’re not ready to tell me, that’s fine. But I can assure you, there is  nothing you could say that would make me judge you or feel any differently about you.”

He stares at you for a moment, eyes flickering across your face as though he was searching for something. Then, he sighs, “Thank you, again. You’re right.” He nods solemnly, fixing his glasses one last time before he reiterates with a manufactured confidence, “A new G&G supplement came out and it’s — what most audiences and parental advice blogs consider to be — R-rated. And not because of strong language or graphic violence, if you can perceive what I’m putting down.”

“I can’t. Just explain, please.” You grumble.

“Fine.” He grits. You can tell by his rigid posture that discussing this topic is making him a bit uncomfortable, but he’s in too deep to give up now. “It’s called Slimelovers & Monsterfuckers — S&M.”

“You’re kidding me.”

“I’m not.” He huffs, fists balled up at his sides from how painfully humiliating this conversation is, “It adds various new content to the game. Such as new monsters, new magic items, new feats — it even adds two new classes!”

“Uhuh, uhuh.” You pinch your chin as if you're intrigued by his explanation, but he can tell by your shit-eating grin that you’re merely amused by how flustered it makes him, “And why don’t elaborate on the R-rated part? What is it about all these new mechanics that made the supplement inappropriate? Also, where do the ‘monsterfuckers’ come in?”

Chance narrows his eyes at you, and scoffs, “Well, as much as I would like to go into painstaking detail and explain it to you, unfortunately I don’t have the supplement. I’ve only seen advertisements for its release — Telly showed me.” As your finger drags across his face, he can’t help but lean into your touch a little, “That’s why I was so stressed. I don’t know if I’ll be able to get my hands on it.”

“Why don’t you just ask Mac to buy it online for you?” You hum, as though it is the most obvious solution, “My old Valdivan employee discount code might still be active; I could even get you 2% off shipping costs!”

“Mac has access to the internet. If I even mention this supplement in front of them, they’ll immediately know what it is and assume I’m some sort of degenerate loser! Don’t you think my reputation stat is low enough as it is?”

“Give it a rest. Everyone likes you.” You roll your eyes at his last remark, but consider the issue he presented with your idea — it’s understandable why he would find it embarrassing to ask Mac for such a thing. Especially as Mac is such a high-tech piece of equipment and Chance is just a polyhedral piece of plastic (no offense). So you suggest, “Why don’t I just ask on your behalf? I’ll pretend like it’s something that I want to buy for myself.”

Chance’s eyes light up, and he croaks, “You would bear the brunt of shame? For me?”

“Sure, why not.” You shrug, shifting your hand onto his broad shoulder, “Mac’s already seen my erotic fanfiction collection and the panties I buy. I don’t think it’s even possible for me to embarrass myself more than I already have.”

Chance smiles affectionately at you, taking your hand from his shoulder and placing a long kiss upon your knuckles, “You’re the best. Thank you.”

→→→

As promised, in the morning you approached Mac and asked them to purchase the book online for you, and it was delivered to your house the following day. Like you predicted, Mac was entirely chill about it and didn’t even mention how weird it was. 

It’s nightfall by the time you catch a moment to yourself and are able to visit Chance in the office and deliver the much-anticipated package. “Oh, hey, trav—” He begins, turning around to face you. However, as soon as he lays eyes upon the box in your hands, he cuts himself off and asks carefully, “Is that what I think it is?”

“Mhm.” You nod smugly.

“Then we must go!” He declares, grabbing your wrist and hurriedly escorting you to the basement. Once you climb down, he sits cross-legged on the ground and eagerly motions for you to sit across from him. He even lays down his cloak for you, so you don’t have to directly make contact with the dusty floor.

“You can open it, if you want.” You hand the box to him as you’re crouching, and by the time you’re sat, he’s already tore the box open as cast it to the corner of the room. In his hands, he grips the newest G&G supplement book, and he admires it with a fondness similar to how a cow would gaze at its calf — or similar to how Stefan would gaze at Mr Chuckles, that’s probably a better comparison. 

He swiftly spins the book around to show-off the cover: it was a maroon red background with a girl, and a slime monster behind her. The girl seems to have slime-like elements to her design as well; her hair is green with a goopy consistency, and her armour is sparse and also semi-translucent. She looks like some sort of scantily-clad warrior, as she is also posing with a greatsword (although, you notice that the hilt is oddly shaped with spheres, similar to Ben-Hwa’s necklace). Behind her, there’s the aforementioned blob monster, who is simply a sludge of black goop with more eyes than you can count and a large, gaping mouth. 

And of course, there’s the title above them: ‘S&M: Slimelovers & Monsterfuckers. A G&G Sourcebook.’

“The cover art is a bit raunchy for my taste, but I’m certain that there’s going to be some good stuff in here.” He enthuses, flicking through the pages until he finds one of particular interest. “Ah, here.” Spreading the book open, he twirls it around to show you the rules, as well as the illustrations accompanying them. On the left page, there is a picture of a pink jelly-like girl who has round features, and although she isn’t wearing any clothes, it doesn’t feel especially explicit as she isn’t very detailed — it’s more so an outline of a female figure. Next to her, there are rules about her stat block and attacks as a monster. 

On the right page, there is a smaller picture of a pink potion in a suspiciously shaped vial — there’s no point in being coy; it looks like a butt-plug — and beside that, there are additional rules relating to the image, which Chance is keen to explain to you. “This is one of the new magic items that is included in this supplement. It’s Silken Slime Essence; when a player drinks this, their speed is halved but they can squeeze through spaces as narrow as an inch. How cool is that?”

You nod, raising your eyebrows, “Yup, that could be pretty useful during dungeon crawls. We no longer have to spend hours trying to figure out your puzzle doors, we can just pass through the keyhole.” 

Chance titters, sheepishly pushing his glasses up his nose, “Indeed. But I thought you enjoyed my puzzle doors.”

“I do. They’re just really hard.” You shrug, awkwardly rubbing your arm. Anxious to change the subject, you chirp, “So, what do you need to do to obtain the Silken Slime Essence?”

Chance smiles at your interest in his sourcebook, then points to the pink girl on the left page. “This is a Silken Slime Monster. Well, one of their various forms. You need to defeat one of these and harvest its juices to get the potion.”

“Harvest its juices?” You repeat with an inquisitive tone.

“Yup, it says right here.” He points to the wall of text beside the image, which you’re baffled he was able to read so quickly, “I’m fairly positive that ‘harvesting juices’ refers to a spell that also came with this sourcebook. Let me double-check.” He holds up a finger, requesting you give him a moment as he skips through the other pages, presumably searching for this ‘spell’. 

“It seems like you’ve got a lot of reading to do, Chance.”

“I suppose. But it’s always a delight to expand my G&G knowledge.” He hums, clutching the book proudly. Then, you can almost see the light-bulb turn on above his head, as an idea strikes. He splutters, “H—Hey, if it’s okay with you, why don’t you come back tomorrow night? By then, I’ll have likely completed the sourcebook, and I can run a one-shot for you to play, including the new material. How does that sound?”

You glance dubiously between Chance and the book in his hands, “That sounds fun, but I don’t know, Chance. Reading an entire book and writing an adventure sounds like a lot to do in one day.”

“C’mon, it’s fine. G&G is my lifeblood, and it’s always a pleasure to write adventures for you.” He gently takes your hand, staring intently into your eyes, “Just think of it as my way of saying ‘thank you’ for helping me acquire this supplement. And for just being yourself.”

Your lips curl into a bright smile, and you can’t help the way his tender words have you melting into his touch — like a slime girl. “Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

“Execellent.” He cheers, squeezing your hands lightly within his own. “See you then, traveller.”

→→→

When you enter the office the following night, Chance is nowhere to be seen. Thankfully, you take the initiative to check the basement before you throw a full-blown search party, and there he is: back against the wall with the hood of cloak up, casting a shadow over the top section of his face. He’s set up his DM screen and peeking out from behind you can see his various books and notes, including the S&M supplement. Additionally, you noticed he has lit a couple of scented-candles and dotted them around the crawlspace, vaguely masking the dank stench with a faint lavender haze. 

“Greetings!” He bellows with his arms outstretched in a grand gesture. His volume not only causes you to flinch but it makes you grateful that you closed the trap door behind you — hopefully Winnifred can’t hear this from above. “Are you ready to step into the titillating world of peril and sin?”

“Sounds intense.” You muse, taking a seat on the ground across from him, “I’m down.”

“Are you certain, traveller? For this adventure may awaken feelings of dread and terror within you.” He explains in his fuller, baritone GM voice. Except for when he quickly clears his throat, and adds, “Seriously. I read through the sourcebook and some of this stuff is pretty sexually explicit. Are you sure you’re comfortable with that?” He removes his hood in order to gaze into eyes as he speaks. 

“Yup.” You nod confidently, faltering when you see his concerned expression that he has been concealing until now, “Maybe I should be the one asking you that question.”

His lips twitch into a weak smile, “I’ve never played a TTRPG with these types of— erm, themes before. But, there’s a first time for everything. Since we’ve gotten to know each other better, this is something I feel comfortable doing...” He pauses, gazing at you with sappy eyes, “As long as you’re the one doing it with me.”

“I feel the same way.” You agree. Then, Chance leans forward, over his GM screen, with his arms spread for a hug, and you happily reciprocate. Burying your nose into the crook of his neck, you revel in his warm embrace and faint acrylic smell. You pull away with your arms still wrapped around his shoulders, so your face is inches from his, and you whisper, “Shall we get started?”

He gulps, “We should.” You both retreat from the hug, and he takes his seat with his materials while you watch with anticipation as he fiddles behind the screen. “Alright. The sourcebook introduces two new classes to try out. The Gallivanter; this is a class for those who are brimming with curiosity — whether you’re wanting to travel the world or explore your own sexual fantasities. Gallivanters excel at investigative tasks, retaining knowledge and  you’ll gain buffs whenever you discover new information.”

Chance glances up at you to survey your reaction, but he continues to prattle on before you can state your opinion, “If the Gallivanter doesn’t tickle your fancy, then there’s also the Seductress, which pretty much works exactly as the name suggests. The Seductress uses their charms and sexuality to exploit their enemies and gain power. You’ll be skilled in persuasion and deception, and you’ll also get buff after any heated encounter.” 

He finishes reading off his script and looks up at you expectantly, “So, which one do you pick?”

> “The Gallivanter.” [Keep Reading]

> “The Seductress.” [Skip the next section.]

→→→

GALLIVANTER ENDING

tw + tags ;; vaginal fingering & begging.

“The Gallivanter? Sure, excellent choice. Here is your pre-made character.” He slips the sheet to you above the screen, which you gratefully accept. “Take a few moments to familiarise yourself with your character while I quickly prep a couple things before we start.” He flashes you a charming smile, then returns to fidgeting about behind his screen, surely sorting out his various papers. 

Skimming over your sheet, you see he’s given you a human, female character named Raine Bowe. She’s a descendant of a siren clan but was caught by pirates and taken to the mainland to be experimented on and transformed into a human. Now that she’s escaped from the institution, she’s trying to find her way back home — or at least, that’s what your backstory box had written in it. 

Honestly, you were somewhat disappointed to play as a human, since you were interested in trying out one of the alternative races that game with S&M. But it occurred to you that perhaps taking things slowly was for the best, as upon checking out your Gallivanter stats, you realised there were so many features that you were unfamiliar with. However, you tried your best to not let it overwhelm you; Chance is typically quite patient, and you’re certain he’ll help you figure things out as you go along. 

Chance finally speaks up, “You ready? Have you taken a look at your character backstory?”

“I have. I’m ready to get started, if you are.”

Chance smiles, “Alright, then.” He clears his throat, finding his GM voice, then he raises his hands dramatically as he begins to monologue: 

“It’s a rough night; there’s torrential downpour, and the full-moon is gleaming at the apex of the sky, hence the werewolves are out and you can hear their threatening howls from the distant forest. You’re lucky though, as you arrive at your desired location just in time — The Saltcoast Inn. A tavern in the heart of a small town, with a jovial atmosphere that raved on all through the night. You had been given a tip by a kind hermit in the neighbouring town, that the owner of this bar might know the location of your old siren cove and the directions. You’re aware that random hermits aren’t the most reliable sources of information, but you were all alone in an unfamiliar place, so you didn’t have much else to go off of. And even if the tavern owner didn’t have any knowledge about your home, at least you might be able to barter your way into a warm place to sleep tonight.

Anyway, you glance around the space; it’s quite packed, with people crowding around almost every table, sharing drinks and jokes. The bar is at the opposite side of the room, and you can see there is a wide variety of drinks on tap. Stood serving, there is a large man with jet black hair and a nasty scowl. What do you do?”

You gape at him, taking a moment to soak up all his intense imagery, then you stutter, “Ehm, could I approach the guy and ask if he is the tavern owner?”

“Sure!” Chance nods enthusiastically, then his entirely demeanour shifts as he throws on his hood and says in a deep, guttural voice, “As you come closer, you realise just how massive this guy is. He’s got a wide, muscled frame and an incredibly tall stature. He glares down at you and grumbles, ‘That would be me. What seems to be the issue, little lady?’ “ The tavern owner has a gravelly voice and vaguely British accent that you can’t quite place. 

It’s… kind-of hot. But you do your best to conceal any signs of being flustered and instead persevere, “ ‘Ahem, I’m Raine Bowe. I’m here to ask you about the siren cove. A hermit to—’ ”

“ ‘Woah, woah, woah. Keep your voice down.’ The tavern owner quickly covers your mouth, and then leans over to whisper in your ear, ‘I don’t know how the fuck you know about the siren cove, but you need to keep that to yourself. Got it?’ “ 

It’s as though you could feel this imaginary man’s hot breath tickling the shell of your ear. You were barely able to process what Chance even said because the voice he does is just so threatening and alluring. Still, you try your best to be normal about it, which isn’t easy, for the record. “But I need to ask you some ques—”

“The tavern owner covers your mouth with his hand. ‘Shit! Didn’t I just tell you to give it a rest? Tcht, if you’re going to keep talking about this, we need to go somewhere private. Follow me.’ And he begins to lead you to a door next to the bar, do you go with him?” 

 “Mhm.”

“Okay. Well, he leads you into a cramped storage cupboard, and turns on the flickering light. There’s barely enough room for both of you, so you’re forced to stand with your chests flush against each other.”

“Can I ask ‘why are we in a storage cupboard?’ ”

“ ‘Nobody can overhear us talking in here. Now, go on, spill it, tell me how you know about the sirens.’ ”

“ ‘Nuh-uh! I asked my question first: you tell me where the siren cove is and how I can get there.’ ” 

“ ‘Are you mad?! I’ve been sworn to secrecy to protect that information. If I tell you where they are, I would be jeopardising the safety of every creature in that cove.’ ”

“ ‘Please, you can trust me. I’m not going to harm them or anything, I would never do that. I just need to know how to get there.’ “

“ ‘Never in a million years. Get lost, chick.’ The tavern owner crosses his arms over his chest, seemingly done with this conversation.” 

You sigh, disappointed with how that interaction went for Raine, but not ready to give up just yet. You skim your character sheet for something that might be helpful, “Uh, could I roll persuasion to change his mind?”

“You could definitely try.”

You nod, showing him the additional features list on your paper, “And it says here, because I’m a Gallivanter, once every short rest I can add my Wisdom bonus to any non-wisdom check, on top of the regular modifiers. So, could I do that right now?”

Chance raises his eyebrows at your discernment, and replies, “Of course. I’ll roll for you.” He looks down and you can hear the clattering of dice from behind the screen, “You got a… 14. Not bad. Remind me, what’s that with your Charisma and Wisdom bonus added?”

“Twenty.”

“Ooh, dirty twenty.” You hear the shuffling of papers as Chance looks for his notes, “That passes! How do you want to go about this?”

You contemplate for a moment, then move forward, closer to his screen so your head is able to peer over the top of it. Chance is a little taken back, his face is drowning in all sorts of bafflement, but he keeps quiet — whether that’s because he wants to hear you out, or because he is at a loss for words, you’re unsure. 

“Well, we’re chest-to-chest in this cupboard, right? Raine will bat her lashes at him and admit, ‘The reason I need to go is because I’m a siren who was stolen from there a long time ago. They turned me human and tested me, but I escaped the institution and now I’m on the run.’ Then, she’ll put her arms around his neck, like this,” And you demonstrate on Chance what you’re talking about, and if it wasn’t for his hood, you’d be able to see the deep blush creeping across his cheeks, “ ‘So, now that I’ve shared my secret with you, will you share yours with me?’ “

It’s unclear who initiates it, but it’s almost as though there’s a magnetic pull between the two of you, that causes your lips to come crashing together, as soon as you finish your speech. They move rhythmically upon each other, weaving together repeatedly, aided by your hands cupping the back of his neck, trying to pull him even deeper into the kiss. Chance, in an act of agreement with your sentiment in trying to get as close as physically possible, swipes the GM screen away, along with all of his materials and books. The screen topples over and the papers scatter everywhere, but as intended, you’re left with nothing separating you, and your bodies are free to meet, just as your mouths have.

Your fingers graze the back of his neck, while his hands are able to wander over your figure now. Trailing your outline; starting at your thighs, working up to your hips and dragging his hands against your body so close that when they follow the dip of your waist, your top starts to bunch up in his hands, leaving your midriff exposed to the nippy air of the basement.

“Come ‘ere.” He breathes into your mouth, still kissing you as his hands slip behind your thighs and maneuver you onto his lap, as he leans back against the wall. You’re sat with your legs either side of him, feebly grinding your hips against his lap and you force yourself impossibly deep into the kiss. Chest pressed tightly against his, you want him to ache for you just as you do for him.

Meanwhile, his hands slide from the curve of your ass up to the waistbands off your pyjamas. He fiddles with it, tugging at it slightly, and he even breaks away from the kiss for a moment just to ask for your permission to proceed. But before he can utter his request, you gaze at him with doting eyes and grasp at his shoulders, “Please.” You beg, quietly. 

Chance takes that as the permission he was seeking, and promptly lowers your shorts, pushing them all the way down to your thighs. And despite the fact he didn’t intend to, his finger must’ve also hooked round the fabric of your underwear too, as that also slides down to pool at your knees with the rest of your garments. 

He’s mortified to have revealed you so hastily; you must think of him as an overeager pervert now. But instead, to his relief, you don’t even comment on his actions and instead shuffle around so you’re able to kick off your clothes entirely and then return to your original position, now with your bare cunt pressed against Chance’s thigh. 

A heat rises to his cheeks, but he’s able to dismiss it for now. His fingers idly trail down your stomach, then over the mound of your pussy. While bracing on his shoulders, you lift yourself off him slightly, so he’s able to slip his hands between your thighs. One spreads you open as far as humanely possible, while the other explores the length of your slit, repeatedly moving back and forth and humming in appreciation of how wet you are, “Really enjoying the roleplay, huh?”

“Maybe..” You mewl. Something within you begins to tingle at how benign he drags his middle fingers across your sensitive labia. You bury your face into the base of his neck, snuggling up to the soft material of his cloak, and leaving gentle kisses on his accessible bare skin.

“How about this game?” He idles, lazily circling your clit with his index fingers, “Like it?”

“Mhm.” You hum against his neck, almost causing him to chuckle. His spare hand subconsciously grips at your thigh, while the other slides towards your hole at an excruciating pace. When he’s there though, he teases your entrance by poking and prodding at you — letting the tip of his fingernail penetrate you then instantly retreat — and rub at your pleading hole until you were basically sobbing into his shoulder. “Please, Chance.” You hips rock and shudder against his hands, searching for more stimulation but he’d only yank his hand away whenever you’d move. “Why’re you being so mean?”

He pouts, moving his hand that was previously keeping you spread to tenderly stroke your head, “Sorry, but you know that’s not what I’m doing. I’d never be mean to you on purpose. I’m just being cautious.” He explains in a hushed voice. Now that his hands weren't there to keep your lips spread, your pussy had engulfed his fingers. Not that he minded, he continued to tease you by grazing your slit and rubbing your clit. “You sure you’re ready?”

“I am!” You impulsively take a chunk of his skin between your teeth and bite down in retaliation, but he doesn’t really hurt Chance at all. In fact, he just thinks you’re trying to give him a hickey, to which he pats the back of your head and chuckles, “Thank you.”

Without warning — no further prep or teasing — he plunges his middle finger straight up your hole, revelling in the sight of your back arching and you tossing your head backwards at the surprise intrusion. He’s able to get a good look at your sweet face contorts with the way his finger worms around inside your aching walls. Plus, from your chest moving against his, he can feel when your breath hitches upon his entrance. 

Then, he does it again. Shoving his index finger inside you as well to accompany the first. Your body gives a similar jerking reaction, before you eventually relax against his body and your head finds its rightful place resting on his shoulder. Your shallow breaths against his neck are so arousing, along with the way your soft tits feel pressed against his chest, but he finds a way to choke back the low whimper rising from his throat. 

Meanwhile, you're relishing in the sensation of his two digits stuffed into your cramped pussy, pushing against your restrictive walls to make for a delicious stretch. Whiny moans tumble from your lips with each skillful thrust of his fingers into your creamy cunt, the way your walls contort to accommodate him already has a fierce hotness brewing in the pit of your stomach. His fingers aren’t exactly slender but you think you prefer it that way; it’s so obscene to think that his two digits alone, working against your snug hole, are enough to send you absolutely delirious.

“Too damn tight..” He groans, admiring the lewd noises that your cunt makes every time the palm of his hand makes contact with your damp folds. “Didn’t realise you were so wet for me.” He chuckles, grinning as he lowers his gaze to soak in the sight of your wet cunt smearing your juices all down his fingers, as well as staining your inner thighs and lips. “Such a cute mess.”

Then, his eyes shift onto you, anticipating your reaction as he curls his finger within you. To his delight, this is enough to pry a high-pitched whine from you, and also causes your back to arch deliciously into him. “Ch—Chance!” Unable to cope with the sheer amount of pleasure, your nails dig into his back, to such a harsh extent that you pierce through the fabric of his shirt and make contact with his bare skin. He gasps from the surprise, but soon figures that he’s quite fond of the sharp sensation — it’s like you were scratching an itch he didn’t know he had.

Still, his fingers work relentlessly against your needy hole, blasting into you repeatedly without pause. Soon enough, around the time he finds that sweet spot inside you and starts abusing it, you begin to bounce up and down restlessly, hips working in tandem with his wrist — hedonistically searching for all the stimulation you can get. 

Chance pulls his head but to see you look, all fucked-out with you eyes rolling back in your head and your lips struggling to keep your tongue from falling out of your mouth. “So greedy, huh?” He mocks, yet there’s a nondescript kindness in his tone, “I’ll take care of you. Just ask nicely.”

You pout at him, but you know you’re not in a state to argue back, not when you’re reliant on his furious fingering to bring you over the edge. Eyes screwing shut, you cling to his body as you slur needily, “Please, ‘m so— so close..” Your breath hitches mid-sentence as the pad of his finger brushes that rough spot inside your walls, “Chance, please. I need you bad.”

The sultry inflection of your voice drove him wild, and was enough to bring an amused smirk to his face. Appeased by your pleading, he slips a third digit in with the other two and increases his pace further, utilising his spare hand to hold your waist in place despite how you try to squirm away from his intoxicating touch. “This what you want, eh?” He hums, eyes dark with pleasure as he watches your desperate form crumble around his skilled fingers, “C’mon, take it. I know you can.”

And he’s right. Your hole, slick and dripping with arousal, graciously accepts each harsh thrust. Soon enough, your walls are fluttering around him and profanities are spilling from your lips as he fucks you through your high. An overwhelming surge of ecstasy courses through you, and all you can do is lay limp against him and let it consume you whole. 

“That’s it.” The muses, stroking up your back as your body twitches against him, “There you go.”

Once it passes, he delicately removes his hand from your soaked cunt and carelessly cleans it with the edge of his cloak. He can worry about the mess later; for now, he’s focussed on ensuring you feel okay after that particularly wild and impromptu ride. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls as close to him as he can manage, and aimlessly traces your spine, as you lay panting into his neck. 

The two of you stay like that for a while, and fall asleep in that position. 

→→→ The Seductress Ending →→→

tws + tags ;; vaginal, begging, rough sex, slight impact play & creampie

[Note: If you already read the Gallivanter ending, the Seductress ending is similar until around 1k words in.]

“The Seductress? Ooh, interesting choice. Here is your pre-made character.” He slips the sheet to you above the screen, which you gratefully accept. “Take a few moments to familiarise yourself with your character while I quickly prep a couple things before we start.” He flashes you a charming smile, then returns to fidgeting about behind his screen, surely sorting out his various papers. 

Skimming over your sheet, you see he’s given you a human, female character named Raine Bowe. She’s a descendant of a siren clan but was caught by pirates and taken to the mainland to be experimented on and transformed into a human. Now that she’s escaped from the institution, she’s trying to find her way back home — or at least, that’s what your backstory box had written in it. 

Honestly, you were somewhat disappointed to play as a human, since you were interested in trying out one of the alternative races that game with S&M. But it occurred to you that perhaps taking things slowly was for the best, as upon checking out your Seductress stats, you realised there were so many features that you were unfamiliar with. However, you tried your best to not let it overwhelm you; Chance is typically quite patient, and you’re certain he’ll help you figure things out as you go along. 

Chance finally speaks up, “You ready? Have you taken a look at your character backstory?”

“I have. I’m ready to get started, if you are.”

Chance smiles, “Alright, then.” He clears his throat, finding his GM voice, then he raises his hands dramatically as he begins to monologue: 

“It’s a rough night; there’s torrential downpour, and the full-moon is gleaming at the apex of the sky, hence the werewolves are out and you can hear their threatening howls from the distant forest. You’re lucky though, as you arrive at your desired location just in time — The Saltcoast Inn. A tavern in the heart of a small town, with a jovial atmosphere that raved on all through the night. You had been given a tip by a kind hermit in the neighbouring town, that the owner of this bar might know the location of your old siren cove and the directions. You’re aware that random hermits aren’t the most reliable sources of information, but you were all alone in an unfamiliar place, so you didn’t have much else to go off of. And even if the tavern owner didn’t have any knowledge about your home, at least you might be able to barter your way into a warm place to sleep tonight.

Anyway, you glance around the space; it’s quite packed, with people crowding around almost every table, sharing drinks and jokes. The bar is at the opposite side of the room, and you can see there is a wide variety of drinks on tap. Stood serving, there is a large man with jet black hair and a nasty scowl. What do you do?”

You gape at him, taking a moment to soak up all his intense imagery, then you stutter, “Ehm, could I approach the guy and ask if he is the tavern owner?”

“Sure!” Chance nods enthusiastically, then his entirely demeanour shifts as he throws on his hood and says in a deep, guttural voice, “As you come closer, you realise just how massive this guy is. He’s got a wide, muscled frame and an incredibly tall stature. He glares down at you and grumbles, ‘That would be me. What seems to be the issue, little lady?’ “ The tavern owner has a gravelly voice and vaguely British accent that you can’t quite place. 

It’s… kind-of hot. But you do your best to conceal any signs of being flustered and instead persevere, “ ‘Ahem, I’m Raine Bowe. I’m here to ask you about the siren cove. A hermit to—’ ”

“ ‘Woah, woah, woah. Keep your voice down.’ The tavern owner quickly covers your mouth, and then leans over to whisper in your ear, ‘I don’t know how the fuck you know about the siren cove, but you need to keep that to yourself. Got it?’ “ 

It’s as though you could feel this imaginary man’s hot breath tickling the shell of your ear. You were barely able to process what Chance even said because the voice he does is just so threatening and alluring. Still, you try your best to be normal about it, which isn’t easy, for the record. “But I need to ask you some ques—”

“The tavern owner covers your mouth with his hand. ‘Shit! Didn’t I just tell you to give it a rest? Tcht, if you’re going to keep talking about this, we need to go somewhere private. Follow me.’ And he begins to lead you to a door next to the bar, do you go with him?” 

 “Mhm.”

“Okay. Well, he leads you into a cramped storage cupboard, and turns on the flickering light. There’s barely enough room for both of you, so you’re forced to stand with your chests flush against each other.”

“Can I ask ‘why are we in a storage cupboard?’ ”

“ ‘Nobody can overhear us talking in here. Now, go on, spill it, tell me how you know about the sirens.’ ”

“ ‘Nuh-uh! I asked my question first: you tell me where the siren cove is and how I can get there.’ ” 

“ ‘Are you mad?! I’ve been sworn to secrecy to protect that information. If I tell you where they are, I would be jeopardising the safety of every creature in that cove.’ ”

“ ‘Please, you can trust me. I’m not going to harm them or anything, I would never do that. I just need to know how to get there.’ “

“ ‘Never in a million years. Get lost, chick.’ The tavern owner crosses his arms over his chest, seemingly done with this conversation.” 

You sigh, disappointed with how that interaction went for Raine, but not ready to give up just yet. You skim your character sheet for something that might be helpful, “Uh, could I roll persuasion to change his mind?”

“You could definitely try.”

You nod, showing him the additional features listed on your paper, “And it says here, because I’m a Seductress, I can gain advantage on Charisma checks against characters that are attracted to women.”

Chance raises his eyebrows at your attentiveness, and replies, “I see. Well, the tavern owner is certainly attracted to women, and you’ve not got a disguise equipped, so I will allow you advantage on that roll.” He hums gleefully, stifling a chuckle at your triumphant expression. He rolls the two dice for you, and reads out the higher value, “With advantage, that’s a… 17. Which passes! So, how do you want to go about this?”

You contemplate for a moment, then move forward, closer to his screen so your head is able to peer over the top of it. Chance is a little taken back, his face is drowning in all sorts of bafflement, but he keeps quiet — whether that’s because he wants to hear you out, or because he is at a loss for words, you’re unsure. 

Well, we’re chest-to-chest in this cupboard, right? Raine will bat her lashes at him and admit, ‘The reason I need to go is because I’m a siren who was stolen from there a long time ago. They turned me human and tested me, but I escaped the institution and now I’m on the run.’ Then, she’ll put her arms around his neck, like this,” And you demonstrate on Chance what you’re talking about, and if it wasn’t for his hood, you’d be able to see the deep blush creeping across his cheeks, “ ‘So, what must I do for you to give me the directions to the cove? And know, I’m willing to do anything.’ “

Chance grits his teeth and bashfully averts his eyes from your tempting form afore him, “What are y—” Noticing that he’s not talking in the deep voice he designated for the tavern owner, he clears his throat and tries again, “ ‘What are you suggesting?’ “

You quirk a brow with a knowing smirk on your face, then motion down to his GM screen and papers that are separating the two of you from the neck-down. “Can I move these aside for a moment so I can demonstrate wh—” You don’t even get to finish your request as in a flash, Chance has cast aside his screen and anything else standing between the two of you. 

With gleaming eyes, you continue in character; still with your arms around his neck but now shuffling your body closer to his, until you’re virtually sitting on his lap, “ ‘I think you know what I’m suggesting, Mr Tavern Owner.’” You purr, your hands crawling down Chance’s arm, squeezing his bicep teasingly, “ ‘You said no one could hear us from inside this cupboard, right?’” 

“ ‘Right.’”  Chance’s breath hitches, then he asks in his regular voice, “Would you mind if I demonstrate what the tavern owner does next?”

“Go ahead.” You smile, but then, in a flurry of tangled limps and Chance’s arms leveraging your body parts, you’re spun around and your face is pushed against the wall that Chance was previously leaning against. “Huh?” You can’t help but squeal at the nonsensical speed and urgency of his actions. 

“This is what he does to you,” Chance pants, with his chest pressed against your back. Your cheek is pressed to the cold, brick wall of your basement, but you’re able to peer over your shoulder and see him right behind you with an amused smirk playing on his lips, “Want me to show you what happens next?”

Lips pressed together, you gulp down the urge to scream brewing at the back of your throat and instead nod passively, “Yes.”

“You sure?” He asks in a low voice, pushing himself closer to you until you can feel him, firm and nudging against the back of your thigh. 

“Please.” Is all you’re able to pathetically squeak in response.

Wordlessly, he yanks your shorts straight down to your knees, so you’re left in your skimpy underwear and red shirt. His hand aggressively kneads as your thigh, working it way up to your ass, until he is toying with the fabric of your panties as it runs between your thighs. He hooks his finger underneath it, pulling it away and then abruptly letting go so it snaps back into place — slapping against your damp folds and causing you to hiss in pain.

You can’t see him very well, but there’s a strange pause as he removes both hands from your body, and you can faintly hear — what you can only assume is — a zipper. Soon, you feel his hot tip prodding against your pussy. It dips between your folds as he relishes in the warmth of your sex; you can even hear a faint ‘ahh’ escape his throat. While the head of his cock familiarises itself with your dripping slit, his chin rests on your shoulder, then he begins to scatter benign kisses over your shoulder and up your neck. 

As he proceeds, his cock twitches and you can sense the impatience growing within him. His tip is now sliding back and forth across your pussy like he’s searching for something, and he’s becoming sloppy with it too — his length is soaked with so much of your arousal, it occasionally slips out of his own hand. He’s so desperate that he groans against your skin, but you can’t really blame him, as every time his tip grazes your aching clit, you find yourself having to suppress a moan too. 

It doesn’t take long before he’s fed-up with the foreplay, and he rips those fantastic red panties straight off, leaving you bare and exposed. It’s almost as though you can hear the smirk plastered on his face when he mumbles, “So pretty.” His thumb drags between your sticky lips and parts them carefully, and he takes a moment to admire your sweet hole. His finger pokes and teases your entrance, causing you to mewl needily, but he doesn’t dare penetrate just yet.

He places a kiss on the nape of your neck, and keeps his lips connected with your tender flesh as he aligns himself with your entrance, keeping himself so close until he can feel your hole kissing his tip. “Ready?” He mutters gruffly against your skin. 

“Mhm.” You hum, and you’re barely even able to finish a thought before your entrance is stretched open to accommodate for his unfathomable girth. It’s like you’re being sliced open with every inch he descends further, deeper into your tight cunt, until his tip is comfortably nestled against your cervix. A staggered gasp is strung from you, and this makes Chance laugh, and he presses reassuring kisses across your shoulders. 

“That’s it, you’re doing great.” He muses, his hand trailing down to grab a fistful of your thigh, gently caressing the flesh. “Taking it so well.”

You whimper at his praise, and feebly buck your hips against his. Although, it barely achieves any additional stimulation since you're trapped firmly against the wall in front of you, providing you with little to no leeway. However, it does indicate to him that you’re ready for more. Thus, he starts to move his hips, dragging his cock in and out of your fluttering walls. 

He starts slow at first and gradually builds a rhythm, until he’s got his arm caging you against the wall and is ramming into your cunt from behind at full force. Each time he thrusts into your drooling hole, it emits the most lewd noise, that accompanies the pornographic moans drawling from your throat. It’s so obscene and drives him crazy, only making him want to pound into you even harder. 

Your body bounces limply around his cock, shaking from each furious rut. It’s so endearing to him; he scatters — what start as affectionate kisses — up your neck but they quickly devolve into him sucking sore hickeys into your flesh, like he’s got something to prove. “You’re cute like this.” He murmurs against your tender skin, “You’ll look even better once everyone knows you’re mine.” You can feel his lips tug into a small smile. 

While he speaks, his pace relents and he begins to sensually grind his hips against your ass, squeezing the plush meat in his hands. Your brain fogs up at the sensation of his cock slowly entering and exiting you; it’s like you can now fully experience every lewd stretch of your walls and every bulging vein on his shaft. It’s intoxicating and those few moments in a flurry of fervent pounding had your eyes rolling back in your head.

Then, he resumed his extreme pace and returned to slamming his cock into your creamy cunt. His lips were locked to your neck, giving you a gallery of hickeys, and they only parted so he could look down and admire the way your hole swallowed his cock, leaving it with a sheen of your slick. “So tight for me..” He grunts, placing a loving kiss upon the angle of your jaw. 

There was an indescriptable heat growing in the pit of your stomach, and it tensed and strained with every adamant thrust into your pussy. In fact, there was something inside moments from exploding when the head of his cock managed to find your g-spot. It was swiftly abused and struck with lethal force that sent you delirious — to the point you were limp against the wall, just a whining mess on the verge of climax. 

And at the worst possible time, his fingers started to tease your sensitive clit again. Being so mean; pinching and rubbing it. By that point, your legs had given out and you were relying entirely on the wall for support. “Pl—please don’t stop. I need you..”

Fortunately, Chance had declined into a similar state; where his body weight fell majorly against you, pushing you flush against the wall, and his face was buried lazily into the crook of your neck, without the drive to even kiss anymore. It’s as though all the energy in his body was targeted solely on furiously rutting into your cunt, desperate to bring himself over the edge too. 

“I— fuck, I like the begging.” He chuckles, completely out of breath.

“Please, please, Chance.” You whimper, arching your back, addicted to the friction. His throbbing length was already giving you everything you need, and his expert fingers working at your clit were giving you even more.  “Right there. Please— mmph, ‘m so close.”

“You know I can't say no to you..”

Before you know it, the knot in your abdomen has burst, and you’re climaxing round his cock, while he fucks you through it. Your high-pitched moans echo through the crawlspace, and your body melts into the dank wall, as you let the bliss envelop you. It courses through every last inch of you, a warmth covering you from head to toe. 

And not long after, due to his unrelenting thrusting, your insides were being filled with a similar kind of warmth. Chance releases within the confines of your restrictive hole, his seed pervading through you and coating his own length. With a grunt and sigh, he slowly and deliberately pulls out, marvelling at how he’s still connected to your cunt by a rope of his own cum — or is it yours? It’s all a filthy mess at this point, so he’s unsure.

Either way, it’s a delicious sight. Along with how your pussy is now leaking with his cum.

He smiles, slipping his arms around your waist and pulling you in for a gentle hug, with your back still against his chest. “Did you enjoy that?” He whispers against the shell of your ear. Leaning into his embrace, you wrap your arms around his and he takes this as a signal to slowly pull backwards until you are both laying down, with you on top of him. 

(Damn you, moots. This entire intro post is your fault. /aff)

Hi. I’m Bella, or BellaBookWorm if you prefer to call me that.

What is this blog for? Well, given that I have no idea what normal people use their tumblr mains for, I shall devote it to shitposting, talking with moots, occasionally posting my art/writing/anything remotely creative, and denying the fame that my moots apparently forced onto me.

*frustrated sigh*

DNI homophobes, transphobes, ableists, racists, sexists, and assholes in general. Please. Don’t interact.

I am a minor—I cannot donate to you. Sorry.

About me

Important information (do not skip this):

〜 14 years old, so please no nfsw. I will shamelessly block you.

〜 Currently questioning everything I thought I knew about my sexuality.

〜 My pronouns are she/her in case you missed it the first time. Which I hope you didn’t, but considering the reading skills on this app (or lack of it), I figured twice would be safe.

A little more about me:

〜 Ravenclaw (this Sorting is determined from a collection of Buzzfeed quizzes, the official quiz, and my own opinions). Although if you want to be really accurate, I am a bit of all the Hogwarts houses except Gryffindor.

〜 Writer of songs, poetry, short stories, and occasionally fanfic. I may occasionally share my writing.

〜 My interests include but are not limited to reading, writing, playing guitar/piano and drawing.

A few things you might need to know/remember:

〜 I am chronically online. In the worst way possible.

〜 Annoyed that my moots are hellbent on making me famous.

〜 A decent summarisation of me by @princessnymphae (more accurate than I care to admit) below:

Navigation & random shit

Important posts (subject to change):

Magic 8 Post for @/autistobrat

Favourite animals

Emoji Kitchen Favourites

Notes game (all limits reached, I will complete the requirements soon).

BEAUTIFUL STIMBOARD MADE FOR ME BY @gayfurbyboi I LOVE IT SM

Notes game 2, please do not spam :( PLEASE I DON’T WANNA REVEALLL

Jargon and the like:

〜 :6 is used in tired shitposting. @drudg30n :3

〜 “snakanababan” is an expression used to express astonishment, usually due to someone or something being brilliant and amazing @autistobrat THIS IS FOR YOU

〜 #the banana option indicates a poll. Do not ask. Ignorance is bliss and anyway I don’t know the answer.

〜 (3 is a cursed face accidentally created by @holyshit-am-i-okay lol

Sideblogs (not all; I have a great deal more that shall forever be a secret):

HP fandom sideblog: @bellarchive-bookworm

KPDH fandom sideblog: @rock-a-squashberry

Writing sideblog: @buttonsdryleavesandtrinkets

Vent blog: @sad-grey-bella

Offical blogs: @tidy-offical @study-offical (not very active) (why are my offical blogs so weird)

Personal stats (for me, but if you want to be nosy go ahead):

People confused by me saying random shit:

Remsha

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Likes: 17K and counting

Posts: 4.7K

Sideblogs: 9

Communities: 14

If you have made it this far, congratulations. You are dedicated. I will change this intro post often, partially to keep you on your toes and partially because I have a lot to say.

Btw, the dividers are red panda and fox themed because they are orange animals and also I love them. And um… yeah. They are not by me, they’re made by @uzmacchiato and they are AMAZING. Please. Go check out their blog.

I will deny being a microceleb until I have 300+ followers. Please, do not argue.

All 208 (?) of you followers are WRONG and I will die on this hill.

And so on so forth. I could keep yapping for hours, until your hands get tired from scrolling.

Bye, and thank you for visiting my blog (and reading to the end, you are AMAZING).

—BellaBookWorm

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Pals and Papilios,

Another winter slinks off in the rearview mirror. There are those who would say it’s spellcraft season again but some of us don’t stop casting just because there’s snow ;) 

But apparently, that’s controversial. My last post about solstice spells and making the most of winter brought every miserable busybody out of the woodwork just to leave a complaint in the comments. Check out these testimonials:

“This is such an awful, reckless idea. If you’re going to do something so irresponsible, at least don’t go spreading it around and telling other people to do it, too,” laments HeyKatie84, who has never had fun before.

“DO NOT DO THIS!!!! Do not do ANYTHING recommended in this post! Cold weather/snow affects ambient magic flow and council bloodhounds are on high alert!! You are SO FUCKING STUPID and you WILL get caught if you keep doing shit like this!!!!1!!!” Modern_Merlin SHOUTS into the VOID.

“R U CTF?” xXxbrokennangellxXx boldly asks. Are you kidding me? Every undercover vampfed I’ve ever come across posts like, “Teehee wow omg free nectar lollipops at Local Council HQ tomorrow! Nightbound are so nice and cool and also sexy.”

“You sound insane. What other advice do you have?” inquires NoName000. I’m so glad you asked! Since so many of you seem to have decided that the only way to survive the modern world is to go nowhere, do nothing and be alone forever, I think we should go back to basics today. Feast your eyes on this list of essential skills for my fellow unfortunates stuck in bat and bird country!

1: I LOVE LESTAT - Frequently, publicly and obnoxiously proclaim how badly you want to get turned. Reference vampire books and movies as a motivation (and yes, use the word “vampire”). I’ve got it on good authority that most councils keep a Suspicious and Generally Irksome Humans List, and they avoid Generally Irksomes like the plague. 

2: SNACKS FOR LATER - Nectarify your own magic and save up a stash in case of emergencies. Here you go, killjoys, something even you can get behind. You should have fast-release and slow-release options for different situations.

3: DRINK-FREE ZONE - Befriend some aspiring red-wearers and become their designated driver. Seriously! Nobody ever bothers the DD. I think there’s some kin law about it. And those bartenders all talk to each other so as soon as one of them decides you’re just a boring regular old human who’s off limits, word will spread. Of course, this means going to kin bars so keep yourself topped up. Better yet, use tip #2. My preference is hard candy nectar. Keep it on your tongue and you won’t even be tempted by whatever they’re putting in the drinks.

4: HIDE IN PLAIN SIGHT - Another one for the nervous nellies. If you’re not clipsing, you should be. Pay attention to where the CTF’s been deployed lately and check local news archives to see where hauntings tend to pop up. Shade nests in residential areas can cut rent in half! 

5: RUIN THEIR DAY - Learn the Curse of Gentle Misfortune or whatever equivalent you grew up with, the one that makes people kind of unlucky. I just know I’m going to get more complaints about this, but to the usual suspects: this is a you problem. If someone tracks you from a curse, you suck at curses. Practice some more. Try it on a low-risk target and work your way up to your local council or CTF HQ. There’s not really any strategic benefit to this, it’s just good for morale to watch a 400 year old apex predator stumble going down some stairs and then try to pretend it didn’t happen.

6: START A WITCH HUNT - First, pick a scapegoat. If you have any neighborhood strays, they’re good for this, but I’ve also used raccoons and possums. Feed your new furry friend treats from your nectar stash for a week or so. (Don't worry, they handle magic just fine. It’s pretty common for them to nibble on wild nectar crystals.) Start sending anonymous tips to the CTF hotline. Vent your magic around town, just enough to get the bloodhounds to start sniffing around. They’ll follow the trail for days before they realize what’s going on, at which point they’ll have to file paperwork about chasing a feral cat for a week straight. If you can pull this off a couple times in a row, they’ll shut down the tip hotline for a while. 

I think that’s plenty to get you started. Try some of these out, then report back! And of course feel free to whine about how much the mere ideas of joy and whimsy frighten you, my comments are always open for that, too. But in all seriousness, you’re better off looking out for yourself. Your worry is wasted on me. I don’t plan to change. The nightbound take all kinds of things from us without even trying. I won’t let them take all the fun out of everything, too. 

So I was seeing some comments going around saying:

"Cut Nolan some slack."

"He been indoctrinated."

"Twenty years is not enough to erase 1000 years of conditioning. So of course it's not going to be easy."

"He wasn't born evil."

Basically all the excuses you can think of to try to "understand" and give Nolan some grace.

I even saw a topic circulating asking why people are more forgiving towards Vegeta than Nolan since Vegeta did that same if not worse than Nolan. Which I'll get into later.

And look—I get it.

But understanding why someone did something is not the same as excusing what they did.

Twenty years.

This man has been playing in erbody and his family's faces for twenty years.

Debbie gave Nolan twenty years of her life. Married him. Had a son they both raised together. And this mutha fucka calls this woman who is the mother of his son, the same son he beat DAMN NEAR TO DEATH BY THE WAY, a pet. A PET.

And it took getting captured, imprisoned and beat up by his own people to realise: hmmm. I actually do love and miss my wife.

And when he does ultimately apologise to Debbie, he doubled down talking about: he still had a duty to the Viltrum empire and called his marriage to his second wife TWO MONTHS after Chicago and the mother of his second son Debbie stepped up to raise as her own a mistake.

And Nolan was like: coming here was selfish and I think I can see why.

No shit Sherlock. What did you think was going to happen when you decided to show up? Especially when you broke her heart and spat on TWENTY YEARS BRO. TWENTY. YEARS.

And people want Debbie to take him back after ALL THAT?

Genuine question: why would Debbie want to get back with the man who spat on 20 years by calling her a pet, beat their son to a bloody pulp, leave the planet and started a new family there and had to raise his second child while trying to pick herself up. This man lied and played in her face for 20 years. And you expect her to forgive him and take him back just like that? You expect people to give him some slack and grace just coz he changed sides even though a lot of people died as collateral just because he wanted to prove a point to his son that his humanity is a weakness?

Look, I understand that twenty years wasn't going to magically erase thousands of years of Viltrumite indoctrination, brainwashing and conditioning. BUT those twenty years with Debbie DID mean something to him. Those twenty years DID enough to make him question what he was taught and trained to do. That flashback when he and Debbie went to Mark's baseball game when he was a kid, the pride he had for his son when he won his game, even he himself didn't see the value in human stuff.

He could have killed Mark back in season 1 and called it wrap but he DIDN'T. Instead he yelled at him saying: why are you making me do this.

Which to me now that I think about it was kinda his way of saying: please don't make me want to hurt you more or worse kill you.

I feel like his whole speech to Debbie that he had a duty to Viltrum was bullshit and a clutch that he was clinging to because to him it was easier to accept or convince himself coz he couldn't face or sit with the fact that 20 years on earth with Debbie out of 1000 on Viltrum changed him and that he didn't have to follow the Viltrumites ideology and that living a normal life watching his son grow, graduate high school, go to college and graduate, get married have start his own family was more fulfilling than colonising planets for a fascist race that didn't give a fuck about him.

Debbie said so herself: they had everything. HE had everything. I could argue that those twenty years he had with Debbie and being a father to Mark were the best years he had out of the thousand he had serving Viltrum. And sure, I agree that Nolan is still learning how to love and have empathy.

We can empathise and understand WHY Nolan is the way he is, but he still HURT PEOPLE. He HURT his family, the people who ACTUALLY loved and showed him more love than his bum ass parents or his fascist people ever did, and he STILL chose an Empire that only valued him if he was useful and serving their cause. He still participated in enslaving planets and genocide. His actions still had an impact on the people affected by them. Powerplex is LIVING PROOF of that.

But what about Vegeta, Mikky? He did the same, if not worse than Nolan, and the majority consider him a goated character with the best redemption arc alongside Zuko from Avatar: The Last Airbender.

You're not wrong. On paper, Vegeta and Nolan's resumes are identical: both are high-ranking members of a conquering warrior race, both treated Earth like a backyard project, and both committed casual genocide before deciding that maybe "family" is better than "intergalactic dominance."

But the difference between Nolan and Vegeta is that

Vegeta had YEARS of character growth and development throughout the course of Dragon Ball Z, GT and Super. Nolan is STILL in the early stages of his redemption arc.

Vegeta was repeatedly humbled by Goku, Frieza, Cell and Buu. We watched the Prince of all Saiyans struggle with his ego, pride and insecurity for hundreds of episodes.

Vegeta was at least honest about who his saiyan heritage. Not once (at least in my opinion) did he pretend to be a good guy or some broody prince of a race that was wiped out of existence. He never hid the atrocities or the people he killed, both under Frieza's command and on his own choice. And people tend to respect honest assholes more than narcissistic punk ass bitches who try to justify the shit they do.

HE ACTUALLY LOVES HIS FAMILY. He still chose his family even when he became Majin Vegeta.

My 11-year-old ass at the time, finding out that future Trunks was their child, was gobsmacked at HOW coz I never thought Vegeta would look at Bulma and be like: she's the one. Imma hit that.

Though I would agree that in Z after trunks was born, he wasn't exactly the most involved parent and didn't really care for him and Bulma and eventually turned evil again as Majin Vegeta in the Buu saga. But that was the same arc that he hugged his son for the first time and thought about him and Bulma before he nuked himself to kill Buu.

We saw him becoming a little more invested and involved in GT when Bra came into the picture.

But where we saw his growth, redemption, and atonement flourish was in Super, where we saw his genuine love for Bulma when he crashed out and surpassed Goku just for a moment, the moment Beerus smacked Bulma across the face. And remember this man FEARED Beerus, and when he saw that purple cat put hands on his wife right in front of him and was like: Listen. I fear you. And I will bend over backwards even if it hurts my Saiyan pride. But YOU DO NOT put hands on MY WIFE and the mother of my child in my presence.

Bro even chose to skip training to be present for Bra's birth.

Unlike Nolan, he never viewed Bulma as a pet. If anything, she was more of his equal, and her short temper and brattiness are what he LOVES about her. He even admitted it to Goku, even though he said that it's a Saiyan thing for them to be attracted to hot-tempered and strong-willed women. But he really said: I love my women strong willed and independent.

I'll take that over calling his wife and the mother of his kids a pet.

What makes Vegeta's redemption arc work is that the characters AND the narrative HOLDS HIM ACCOUNTABLE AND MAKES HIM FACE THE CONSEQUENCES OF HIS ACTIONS event though he himself a victim of genocide.

Hell, I'll even throw Zuko into this discussion since his nation, his great-grandfather Sozin, was responsible for the genocide OF AN ENTIRE CULTURE just coz he wanted to eliminate the Avatar and his family and nation have been invading other nations because Sozin got greedy.

The narrative in Dragon Ball Z uses Vegeta's pride and ego as his weakness, leading him to getting owned, his ass beat and humbled by Goku, Frieza, the Androids and Cell to make him see that his pride and ego are what are holding him back.

In Avatar: The Last Airbender, the narrative and the characters hold Zuko accountable for his part in hurting innocent people.

The GAANG didn't automatically take him in or accept him into the party just coz he said he's changed and wants to fight with them. No, no, no. They had every right to not trust. ESPECIALLY Katara after the shit he pulled at the end of season 2.

But Zuko earned their trust by helping and working with them. He earned Aang's trust by helping him overcome his fear of fire after hurting Katara, and in turn, he learned to channel his bending through something else that's not anger and see the beauty in fire.

He earned Sokka's trust by helping him free his dad and Suki from the boiling rock.

He earned Katara's trust by helping her find the man who killed her mum and helping her process her grief.

That's why their redemptions are the best. Because the characters AND the narrative hold them accountable and make them WORK, SWEAT, and BLEED for their redemption.

Why are we making it seem like Nolan doesn't have seasons for him to grow?

It took Zuko until season 3 to grow and redeem himself after losing everything.

It took Vegeta archs and years to earn his redemption and develop.

Why are we acting like holding characters accountable is not what makes redemption arcs work?

So far, Nolan is still doing the work; he joined the coalition of planets to fight back against his own people. He even went to apologise to Debbie, even though he was trying to minimise and double down on his involvement with Andressa, as a mistake did not land. And that's okay. Redemption isn't linear. It's a long process. He's going to make mistakes along the way.

Zuko made mistakes. His first mistake was betraying the GAANG and Iroh at Ba Sing Se. His second mistake was hiring the combustion man to kill Aang.

Even Vegeta made mistakes, letting Cell absorb 17 and 18 to get stronger because Cell played into his pride. Becoming Majin Vegeta in the Buu saga because he thought that things would be better if he were the person he was before.

And yes. These two found it hard to be good or do good because no one taught them how, and of course, their conditioning. Zuko had Iroh, but his desire to restore his honour got the best of him. Vegeta had a family and, by extension, friends, but his pride got the best of him. But they both learned from their mistakes.

some of these you'll probably already have heard of bc of how popular they are, but trust me, they're popular for a reason, lmao

these ones all have demos (if i messed up and some dont uh ignore that)

@infamous-if - "You're going to be a superstar, no matter what it takes." genuinely one of my favorites ifs (seven lawless my beloved please come back home the kids are asking whats taking so long)

@coeluvr - "You play as the only remaining member of the royal family of Vesphire; living in the home of the man who took away everything from you." another ive been obsessed with recently. i will forever love revenge stories (and my pookie helios)

@merrycrisis-if - "As a late 20-something year-old fresh from a recent break-up and struggling to pay rent in New York, life throws up more questions than answers."

@ramonag-if - "When your village is razed to the ground, you're left fleeing with an exiled prince. You can trust no one but each other. Your father's dying wish was to protect the prince, but can you really trust a man who was exiled from his kingdom?"

@nyehilismwriting / Project Hadea - "Set in a distant future, you play the role of an elite operative of Scytha Industries, a private contracting firm. ‘Contracting’, in this case, refers to anything from political assassinations, to private security, to bodyguard services."

@vapolis - "You’re a mercenary, gun for hire, assassin, information extractor, delivery person – call it what you want, because the people that hire you for your services don’t give much of a shit what you call yourself as long as you actually get them what they want."

@godsandvillains-if - "As the only metahuman with the ability to wield the powerful Chaos Magic, your very blood holds the answers to unlocking the secrets behind the control of time and space, but it has the drawback of being almost completely volatile."

@hvllowheart - "LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER is a spy game where you take on the role of an agent under the codename Wraith, who up until two years ago was one of the best agents TERRA has ever made. now the agency returns into your life and pulls you back into the field as agents go missing by the dozens."

@eyesofshan-if - "Years ago, you were uprooted from the only home you had ever known and captured to be sold as a slave. Now, war is at your doorstep once more while you are left in a delicate position — as a commander of the country that invaded your homeland. While investigating a case of illegal human trafficking, you come across a plot that threatens to rip this tentative peace apart."

@apt502-if - "Moving from your small home to New York City was supposed to be a dream. You were supposed to start your new life with your long-distance partner and dive headfirst into full-on adulthood. Everything was supposed to be perfect. How can you not love being in your mid-twenties in the Big Apple?That is until your put-together, white collar partner dumps you the same day you arrive. Fun."

@acourtofserpents - "As the only human in the Kingdom of Faerie, you're no stranger to shining eyes that hold looks filled with hatred, lips painted in the color of forest fruits whispering your name, heads with pointed ears turning at your every step. Though you long for their approval, for a place amongst the wicked immortals, they remind you with every breath you take that as you came from dirt, to dirt you will return."

@softlyopulent-if - "All of King Adder’s children are a mystery to the common folk, but you—you are nothing but a ghost. A ghost, that spends eighteen years locked away in the deepest part of the palace, so that no eyes may lay upon you.And those that do—they do not treat you kindly.And when you are finally of age, at last, you are betrothed to the child of the King of a far away kingdom, to secure an alliance that your father has been seeking for years.And you are swept away to a place even more foreign than your own land, to be wed to a stranger that looks at you with contempt. To live in a kingdom of citizens that despise you. And perhaps, just perhaps, fight a war."

@heromaker-if - "Stories of heroes, legends and chosen ones are commonplace. But you'd never thought it was your child who would have to save the world from the Demon Lord's clutches."

@theabyssal - "In The Abyssal, you assume the control of a powerful deity that was betrayed by their fellow gods. Imprisoned against your will for all eternity, you had a long time to plan your revenge."

@milaswriting - "By birth, and association, you are one of the most famous people in the big city of Lehsa. Your father's the mayor, and you're from a bright, vibrant, bustling city... and yet, until recently, you didn't realise all the secrets yourself and the city held."

@zico-if - "You were supposed to be a sacrifice in order to bring an eldritch god to your realm, a sacrifice that was never supposed to live. Instead of dying and summoning the god intended, you find yourself face to face with an ancient being that was chained and locked away for the horrors they once committed."

@collegetennisoriginstory - "Experience the ups-and-downs of life as a freshman on the Cargill University varsity tennis team amongst a colorful cast of characters."

@disenchantedif - "You used to be a beacon of hope. Now they only know you as the failure, the Unchosen. Will you rise above them? Will you become better or far worse than they could ever imagine?"

@bouncyballcitadel - "Play as a first-year surgery intern at Citadel Health. Will you become the star intern and curry the favor of the chief? Or will you uncover Citadel Health’s secrets and break a story or two? This will be the best and worst year of your life. Don’t forget to save lives and break some hearts along the way."

@leoneliterary - "You play as a thief pressed into the employ of a mysterious nobleman. With the your life, the fate of your guild, and your honor on the line, you'll have to navigate the perils of the royal court and combat a more mystical threat. The story is set in Cusmo, the naturally fortified, desert capital of Hashind, and will showcase the much praised Upper Cusmo, the crime ridden Lower Cusmo, and much more."

@doriana-gray-games - "Play as your version of Sherlock Holmes in this romance detective game!"

@fallenlightsif - "You are the half-sibling of High General Ezrah Rhys and have lived the past twelve years of your life in Kesdon, the capital of Ebia. You've spent most of your time training and honing your skills for the future that awaits you. A future that is entirely your own."

@shai-manahan - "They call you Ripper. It’s a horrendous name to give to a detective like you, and definitely not one you chose for yourself, but you suppose it’s to be expected given your reputation for putting powerful people behind bars. Businesses feared you. The other cops hated you. Local gangs despised your entire existence. Yet, despite all of that, you remained untouched. Until that day, when all the lies and the deception and the foolish mistakes turned your life upside down."

@larkingame - "someone is after you. for over a decade and a half now, you’ve traveled up, down and across the country--running schemes and hunting fiends with your mentor, con-man-by-day, vampire-hunter-by-night, Wyatt Abrams--the prolific vampire slayer and the living descendant of Gregory Abrams, founder and prophet of the Abrams Family, the nomadic vampire-hunting cult that raised you--and was wiped out years ago. carrying the abrams name means also means carrying on it's enemies--but that isn't to say you haven't forged a couple of your own along the way. now, it seems someone is trying to make good on old threats and promises. they've placed a bounty on your head. so you and wyatt do what you do best: you run away. to some little town, out nevada ways, where the title of town preacher is unexpectedly thrust upon you--bringing back years of trauma you thought long tucked away."

@evertidings - "you are a bounty hunter. responsible for taking in rogue supernaturals, you work for IAOS—the international agency of supernaturals—where, alongside your best friend and partner, you two have quickly become the best hunting duo of the branch. after a particularly tricky hunt, you brief your boss, Caine Atheron, and come back to work the next day to find that he has mysteriously disappeared overnight, the company is now in the hands of his best friend, Sebastian Mai. and though no one else seems to question it, something tells you that there's more to the story."

@rotten-games - Regrets Of The Traitor: "You are the Ruler of Hadaria after killing the previous Queens and betraying all who once trusted you. Sat upon the throne with all the power available to you, one would be forgiven for believing you finished with your quest. With a strange figure in your dreams speaking vague prophecies of magical artifacts, a mysterious cult moving into the city, and a group intent on unseating you from your place, perhaps you’re way in over your head for a farmer’s kid. City of Immortals: "You follow a pair of siblings worlds apart as they get accustomed to their new realities in two very different worlds. One trapped in an unnatural desert wasteland where every resource has a scarcity, not knowing if they’ll be the only one left when everything turns to dust, the other working as a private investigator in a sprawling underground metropolis of the undying. Each not knowing the other is alive, will they unravel the mysteries that somehow connect their two new homes?"

@shepherds-of-haven - "Shepherds of Haven is a dark fantasy interactive fiction game. In it, you play as a Mage living in a world where magic is outlawed and your people—those possessing supernatural powers—are oppressed and reviled. The world is ruled by humans who believe in science, technology, and industry: at best, you and your kind are nothing more than a fairytale, and at worst you are the state’s greatest threat."

@someoneverypretty-world - "As a child, growing up in the slums of Hvinir without any guardians, you believed you would not live to see 30. Until Haven, a thief guild, took you in and taught you how to survive. Facing hardships, the guild leader tasks you to sneak into the castle with the mission to take."

@northern-passage - "The Northern Passage is an 18+ horror fantasy CYOA, where you play as a hunter sent up north to investigate a series of missing people along the border of your home country and in the port cities of the Blackwater. Working with your handler, Lea, you will travel north and discover that things are far worse than you ever could have imagined, and that there is something powerful lurking out in the deep, dark sea…"

@thedecoy-if - "♔ The Decoy is a dark fantasy that follows you, a 21st century normal human, kidnapped to an alternate magical universe to play the part of the missing heir to a powerful throne...who also happens to be your doppelgänger. ♔"

@ripperplague - "You are a doctor, a prodigy in hiding. Deep in the underbelly of Valeris, you hide among the shadows. You work hard to wring the blood stains off your palms, your face...your soul. Redemption and revenge are parallel goals, the flames of rage and disgust mingling. How could anyone ever love you?"

These ones dont have a demo yet, but im still absolutely obsessed

@pavedinashes-if - "You're only 20 when suddenly your life goes bam! Throwing you into a whole new city, a different country even. Wasn't part of the plan, but you know how life loves to mess with plans. People happened, stuff happened, and suddenly you're on the move. The new chapter ahead? Buckle up, 'cause it's not gonna be all sunshine and rainbows. And guess what? Your step-mom? Yeah, she's right there in the same city. She's always had this knack for trying to steer your ship, like every decision's a GPS checkpoint. But hey, there's this one thing that's never let you down—your skateboard. It's like the buddy that's been with you through thick and thin, the one that never bails. Among all this craziness it's like your anchor. So, the big question is—can you break out of the loop you got in? Find your place in the world and restart or lose yourself in temptation? Time to find out."

@riptide-if - "Your dad has always said you swim as if your were born to be in the water; the rest of your family has always said that he is the whole reason you turned out like that. So, it's not really a surprise when you had used all the money you got for your 7th birthday to buy a surfboard. And even less of a surprise when you started joining small surf competitions by the time you were 10, later followed by bigger competitions. It seems you are the only one surprised when it turns out you're able to compete in the World Surfer's League's Ultimate Tournament Tour*. Thrown into a mix of fellow surfing prodigies, rookies, and pros, do you really have what it takes to win?"

@weepinwriter - "You are inmate No. 1441, incarcerated in Tartarus, the most notorious prison on the continent. You find yourself imprisoned for a crime that you do not remember committing, leaving you in a state of uncertainty about your own identity and purpose. The first memory you have is awakening to the sensation of a gun being shoved into your mouth."

@whatawaitsus - "Despite being one of the most expensive schools in the nation, nothing particularly interesting has happened at the school in the nine years you've been here— aside from the occasional accidental possession caused by a ghost or the common room getting flooded after a nixie gets too frustrated over their homework. That is until students start to go missing."

@evermount - "Blue-suited guards stand in every corner, but they're no threat—you're under threat. And this is how you keep safe. It's necessary; the council said so themselves. Under no circumstances shall Evermount be left, ever. So, no one has, and no one intends to. Why would you? It's peaceful—you're at peace. You have your spouse, and you have your house; everyone's happy. This is all you've ever known."

@forsakensword-if - "When the Deathless, an Ancient Evil that hasn’t been seen in over two million years, returns to Earth, it threatens the extremely precarious peace that has settled between the warring factions of Heaven and Hell. God, in an effort to protect Humanity from the consequences of a war between the Angels and Demons, sends Heaven’s best warriors to banish the Deathless once more. When that ultimately fails, it is declared that God’s Sworn Sword and Heaven’s Chief Angel will be charged with finding a way to destroy the Deathless once and for all. That Angel is you. The Archangel Michael."

@velena-if - "You wake up in a dark, cold place with no memories of yourself, save for one: the memory of your death. It becomes clear soon enough that you are in the Nav, the domain of the goddess of death, Morana, and the sanctuary of all the evil spirits and monsters. For you, Nav will be the place where your life changes forever."

@countdown-if - "Three months ago, life took a sharp turn. Your mother found herself entangled in a situation so bad, she couldn't dig her way out of it, like usual. This time, the hole was way too deep. She needed help, and the only people capable of aiding her were the same ones she had vowed never to allow back into her life, let alone introduce to you and your younger sibling. Who were they? Your grandparents—a powerful and well-established duo. In short, they did manage to help your mother back on her feet, but not without strings attached—never without strings. Now, you're facing a senior year in a private school, fully funded by none other than grandma and grandpa, dearest. The only task at hand: do what your mother couldn't—graduate."

@dropout-if - "This is your first summer home since you began studying in Stanford. That is what everyone thinks. This is your first summer home since you dropped out of college, thus becoming the biggest disappointment in your neighborhood. That is what only you know. "

@stonewall-if - "Stonewall Military Academy: the most brutal, merciless, and unforgiving boarding school in the country. Most recruits either desert or die by the end of their first year. It is where the fiercest and deadliest killers are trained and molded to be the military's steel fist. And it is not for the faint of heart."

@viperdove-if - "You are the Dove, the heir to one of the most powerful crime families in your country. The grip your family--your father--has on their side of the land is tight, and now that you've reached adulthood it's time for you to be fully absorbed into the machinations of gang warfare. That means opium, mercenaries, assassinations. In this ancient world, blood moves people just as much as money does."

@fallen-if - "You are an individual that has been known by many aliases over the years. Child of the dawn, the original sinner, star of the morning. But no matter the name, your identity remains the same. You are the one that defied the heavens, the one that cast aside the shackles of tradition and broke free from the constraints of the divine. You are Lucifer Morningstar - The Fallen Angel. "

@maboroshi-if - "Maboroshi is an Interactive Fiction Game based in the world of Naruto, however, all events within the story span during the end of the First Shinobi War and the beginning of the Second Shinobi War."

@greatprotector-if - "Forced out of your family's farm against your will, you are now an ocean away from home, and you have somehow been chosen to be the main protector of the heir to some kingdom you’ve hardly even heard of. The spot's only open because the former protector died of old age, so that's probably a good indicator that it won't be as strenuous as it sounds. But despite that, you pour yourself into your work. You can't help it. You feel safer decked out in armour, and you like having something you're trusted to look after. Protect some royalty, cover all your blind spots, and try not to worry about all you've left behind."

@retribution-if - "Retribution, He Cries is a revenge story set in the Dark Ages of the fictional world of [REDACTED] and other realms."