Save The Date. The Rest Of Chapter Nine Is Coming To You On June 30th At 12:30pm EST. The Password Is

save the date. the rest of chapter nine is coming to you on june 30th at 12:30pm EST. the password is already up for those of you on the midnight tier on patreon and will be released on tuesday for those on the twilight tier.

to say this chapter has been a long time coming is the understatement of the century. i don't think i've ever struggled so much with writer's block until chapter nine. but it's here and it's here to stay. humour, angst and a good fight all rolled into one.

in this chapter…

learn more about Blane as you figure out why they holed themself up in the bathroom

console or reprimand a sulky A and, at the same time, experience an N that isn't as strong as they like to make it seem

see a side to Rylan you didn't think existed. consequently, see a side of K you didn't think was there

attempt to get to the bottom of things

fight.

after months of being in my word doc, i’m so excited to send the chapter out into the world and share this with you all. all my love <3

Progress for May ✨

Tbh there’s not much in the terms of progress this month (as I warned might be the case). I wrote a short thing I’m coding and adding to, saving it to put on patreon when I launch that. But I never got to work much on the beta because of school (and Zelda, a little bit ngl…)

But,

I now have time to work on the game again cause it’s officially summer! 🌞✨

(I also have some work to do, and the school project twine porting thingy buuut — still much more time and energy then before to work on the game ❤️😌)

Let’s hope it’s a fun and productive summer huh? 😙👌✨

Take care cuties 🍓

This seems really interesting!

At Prince Leopold University you are expected to be the best because remember the best are made not born and you are expected to get good or get lost.

Play as a scholarship student at Prince Leopold University attempt to balance attending classes, make rivals, meet lifelong friends and pursue budding romances all the while dealing with the administration of a major university. Or don't.

Getting a place in PLU is hard, getting a full scholarship is harder. You did both. So perhaps it's no wonder why everyone seems to have such high expectations for you, expected to maintain passing grades, attend your club and be a forward face for the school, it's not like it's anything you haven't done before right? But can you pull it off again?

• Play as male, female or non-binary with options to be straight, gay, asexual or not pursue a romance at all.

• Experience a university that takes itself a little too seriously and expects you to do so as well – define your main character's personality, appearance, history and demeanour.

• Choose what scholarship you're on and which club you're in while training and playing like your scholarships on the line – because it is.

• Choose from track and field, music club, student council and drama club.

• Romance a hot-headed high-school rival, the brooding lead musician, the friendly student president who happens to be your brother's best friend, the charming but distant actor or your awkward roommate.

• Focus on or ignore your relationships with your teammates, acquaintances, family and friends back home, school staff and the public.

Aqil/Aaliyah Radwan: A

Gender of your team*, 19

The Rival

Talented, proud, competitive, irritating, insuffera- the vice-captain of the Prince Leopold Track-and-Field Team seems to not have any time for anyone but when it seems like they might be running out of your life they always slow down.

Hader/Hetti Jasanoff: H

(m/f), 20

The Musician

Intense, passionate, moody, the leader of the Prince Leopold Music Club and Screaming Diamonds, they seem to be affronted by those who treat their dream like a hobby but when they catch you staring as they sing, they find that their heart skips a beat.

Beck/Belle Torres: B

(m/f), 21

The President

Social, spirited and helpful, the President of the Student Body would be perfect if you could just forget that they are your brother's best friend. With a habit of prioritising others over themselves and burying their feelings for someone else's sake, they have to ask themselves? Are they willing to bury their feelings for you?

Frédéric 'Fred'/Frederica 'Freddie' Jame: F

(m/f), 21

The Actor

Charming, flirty and distant, the lead of the school's production and member of the drama club is rather pleasant to be around besides the fact you know nothing about them but as you both get further into your characters they seem to be content to hide their feelings deeper in their lines.

Rudra/Rania Punyamurthula: R

(m/f), 18

The Roommate

Awkward, excitable and smart, your roommate for this year is far too busy getting a good education for any clubs but when they are at every match, competition or performance you need to ask yourself? That's far too much for just a coincidence, right?

Attend the prestigious Prince Leopold University located on the eponymous Prince Leopold Island known for it's college town, thriving economy, night life, academic and extracurricular excellence.

From recently entering the top 10 academic institutions worldwide after being founded 25 years ago, to it's famous clubs winning multiple world titles, to it's beautiful campus and stringent entry requirements the school since founding has cultivated a reputation for excellence having even produced a chancellor or two in it's short history.

Demo: TBA

Portraits: TBA

Patreon: TBA (doesn't exist)

Ko-fi: TBA (doesn't exist)

GGGLU is rated 18+ for strong language, explicit sexual themes, drug and alcohol use, morally questionable behaviour and all the other things that might happen in university.

@someoneverypretty-world is such an amazing writer, and I love all the characters. The plot of the story is just amazing, and I can't wait for an update. They are such a natural storyteller. 

Hello author! I am just in love with your writing and cannot wait for more! 💗 Going off the breakup question, if the MC broke up with the RO for an unknown reason, what if the RO found out that it was to keep them safe? Someone threatened the MC (like an assassin) to break up with them, or the thug would kill or ruin the RO's life? What RO would stay away from the MC, and which RO would try to get back together with the MC, who is still deeply in love with them?

This is a mix between both of the asks!

Micah/Mia:

It’s hard for them to make sense of where they are.

The nightmare that held its grip so tightly onto them moments before has ended, but the feelings that came with it are still lingering.

When they realize they have awaken, they search for you, finding you in their arms already.

Around you, their arms tighten, pulling you closer, the warmth giving them comfort they definitely need.

Worries from the day before fill their head, but they remind themselves that you have returned to them, how sorrowful the days without you have been.

It was agreed you and the rest of Haven would both be finding the one responsible for this tomorrow, yet the fear that they would take you away again haunts them.

Distractions are what they need, so they focus on you, nothing else.

Elwin/Elaine:

They weren’t worried when they went to bed, but they are when they awake abruptly in the middle of the night.

Around their silk sheets they lay, shaky and drenched with sweat as cold as ice.

Soon though, they calm themselves down, scooting closer to your from, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder.

The man who threatened you is no more, they made sure of it, but the quiet terror that he somehow got away whispers to them ever so slightly.

They remind themselves that you’re here with them and this is something that will pass.

They sleep once more, thought the hold on you is tighter than it was before.

Leofric/Leona:

Without thinking, they stand, but soft enough so as not to wake you.

They walk out the room where two guards stand opposite each other, stiff and rigid.

“Everything well out here?” they ask with a smile they know looks all too strained.

“Yes, your highness,” one of the guards answers still with the same ungiving composer.

“You’re too stiff, I was just asking!” They chuckle. “How is it standing here with no rest?”

“It’s boring as hell—“

“Don’t talk like that,” the same guard as before interrupts.

“Sorry, it’s very fun your highness.”

They stand here talking to the guards for shorter than they hoped, because when they return to their room, the moon is still shining bright in the night sky.

With nothing to distract them, they return to bed, silently hoping you’d wake.

Saryn/Saralyn:

They awake with a startle, sheets of paper flying from the dimly lighten desk they had just laid their head on seconds prior.

First, they replay the nightmare, trying to decipher the meaning behind it, though it doesn’t take long.

Second, they try to calm down, softly reaching for the stray papers with a shaky hand.

You aren’t here, that’s why it worries them.

They had snuck out from your grasp to look for someone who might be the person you described the day before, the one who made you say such terrible things that hurt them more than they thought it could.

Though, no luck, they keep trying.

Even though they are shaking with worry, they won’t let it stop them.

They will do whatever it takes to be of use.

Hann/Hanna:

The lids of their eyes stick to each other every time they go to blink, only reminding them of how long they’ve been sitting here for.

They’re awake now, but they weren’t just moments before.

Though their actions are slowed, a sense of panic forces them to act quickly.

They look to you, their heart slowing when they notice you’re still here, safe.

As much as it hurts, they can’t tear their eyes from you.

The dryness only getting worse as they take in the way you hug the sheets around you and the way your lips part ever so slightly.

You’re safe and so are they.

When you told them the reason for the sudden distance, they were relieved at first, but it didn’t last long the more you explained.

They promised they would protect you and so here they are, doing their best, even though you argued against it, trying everything in you power to get them into bed with you.

Safe.

You’re safe.

Justus/Justina:

They hadn’t slept, they couldn’t.

Anger kept them from sleeping, the scalding heat igniting every time they think back to the cause of the separation between you.

In their arms, they pull you closer, scared that if they let go, you wouldn’t come back.

They need to sleep, they know, but their thoughts don’t give them the break they need.

Right now, all they can do is wait, wait until the night sky turns from a dark black to colorful pink.

I am in love. 😃😘💕💕💕💓💓💓💓💓💓💗💗

@when-life-gives-you-lemonssss is such a talented writer. This is a side story, and you can tell that this author puts so much thought into what they write, from the characters to the plot.

Please give me sneak peek teacher's baby 😭😭

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARCEL!~Short Story

MARCELLUS'S BACKSTORY SPOILERS BELOW!!!

The sun glistened on the Sarno River, where ships floated aimlessly while others were anchored at port. People were all about enjoying the sunny morning, not even minding sailors ordering their men to get the nets drawn so they could get to work selling their fresh scores of fish down at the market.

 Further north, crisp hills rolled from a large mountain to the crowded city to the west. The streets were bustling as people shopped, visited relatives, and even children drew on the walls of a big arch with speckles of paint that their guardians let them buy when the merchants came into town only a few days ago.

Although people were walking down one street in the center of the city, heads turned as shouts bounced off the stone walls covered in floral motifs.

"Thief!" 

"Stop him, you fools!"

A man, or more accurately, a teen dressed in a cloak, ran down the busy street, bumping into people as he ran from city guards.

"Sorry!" The teen said this as he jumped through a fountain, splashing water on an older woman who was resting.

“Es stercus!” A man yelled, helping the woman up.

"I said sorry!" The teen yelled over his shoulder; his feet burned from the hot cobblestone marked by the sun.

Need to lose the old dogs.

Looking to his right, he smiled like a lemer and ran towards the narrow alleyway, knowing full well that the guards would not be able to follow him with the bulk of armor they torture themselves with.

  Marcel held his breath as the guards ran past the alleyway, not noticing the hunched figure of the sixteen-year-old boy.

  Letting out a chuckle, he held the bag full of his precious cargo closer to his body, making sure none of it was smashed.

  Looking up at the sun, he knew he should be getting back and quickly climbed the wall of the building next to him with the help of a few boxes and overgrown vines.

  Balancing on the roof, he leapt from house to house, gracefully and practically dancing in the warm sun.

  It only took a few minutes, and knowing the city like the back of his hand made it easier to navigate even while he was on rooftops.

  Finally arriving at his destination, he easily jumped on a balcony and swung to a tree branch hanging by until his feet hit the ground.

  "At last....home." Marcel said, looking at the old torn-down villa built with tan bricks and red pine wooden decorations that hung in the front to ward off evil spirits.

  The closer he got, the more he could hear the sounds of laughter and crying from children. Through short, wide windows, if he narrowed his eyes and focused, he could see heads of hair run past.

 Marcel let out a smirk and opened the front door.

 "Mars!" A small girl squealed and threw herself into his arms, which spined her around.

"Oh, Cassia! It's been forever since I saw you!"

  "You saw me this morning, Mars!" Cassia giggled and hung onto the taller boy.

Marcel grinned. "Did I? Well, you've grown since then!"

  Cassia blushed and stood on her tiptoes. "You really think so?"

  "Well, of course."

  "Is that Marcellus?! Oh, I have a word to pick with you."

  From down the hallway a young woman appeared with black hair all the way down to the floor in a braid and the most stunning blue eyes that seemed to distract people from her dark bags that were under them.

  "Decima! It's good to see you."

"I don't want to hear it, Marcellus." Decima spoke with narrowed eyes, then turned to Cassia.

  "Little Shurb, how about you go play outside with the twins?"

  Cassia wrinkled her small button nose. "But they always want to play Terni lapilli."

  Decima frowned. "What's wrong with Terni lapilli?"

  Cassia crossed her arms. "Nothing; they just always lose the marbles, and it takes us till sundown to find them." She pouted. 

  Marcel got down on his knees and booped her nose. "How about this? You play with your brothers, and I'll get you new marbles tomorrow."

  Cassia's eyes widened. "Shiny ones?" 

Marcel nodded, the small girl's smile being infectious. "They will be as shiny as Sol's chariot."

  Cassia nodded her little head. "Deal!" The small girl ran out of the arched, cracked doorway.

Decima sighed as she rubbed at a stain on her lavender stola.

"Marcellus, what have you done this time?"

Marcel lips pressed together, knowing full well a lecture was coming.

"Please, on Astraeus's stars, do not start pestering me, Decima. 

   "Oh, shall I not, Marcellus? If the sweat on your forehead and the dirt on your feet are any indication, you have been participating in Mercury's sinful tricks." 

   "Don't pretend that his sinful tricks do not keep us from drowning." 

Decima glared. "They may keep our heads above the tide, but for how much longer? Once the guards catch you, that's it!" She slammed her hand down on the table, and Marcel was surprised her copper wedding band on her finger didn't crack. 

  Marcel's brows furrowed. "Don't you see I am doing what I must? With Octavian gone—" Decima's eyes closed as if in pain at the mention of the name. "—we are all at risk even with our union. If we don't manage to keep up with our debt, then our ruse would have been for nothing, not to mention what Rufus would do." 

  Decima looked away, and Marcel took the older girl by the shoulders, making her look him in the eye. "You are my truest friend... I am doing what is right for all of us. For the children. For you as well." 

  Marcel and Decima stared into each other's eyes for what felt like minutes. They knew everything about the other—what stalked their dreams, what pushed them to keep going—but they never judged, for they completely trusted the other.

  Decima nodded at her friend. "May Juno be with you." 

  Marcel smiled, a little bitterly. "No gods are with me."

  Before Decima could utter a sound, Marcel walked down the hall. "Cerdis is in the children's room, I'm guessing."

  Decima called back, wiping her hands on the front of her stola. "Yes, you know he has been waiting for you." 

Happiness surged through him, suppressing the fear that was slowly creeping into his mind.

Marcel smiled and opened the door to the largest room in the very small, cracked domus where they lay their heads each night.

Candles lit the room where no windows let their light in. Two dark wooden cribs were in the corner, while there was a small bed on the other side of the room, which kept two growing children resting their heads, although there was barely any room for one child, much less two.

  Although right then there was only one child, whose hair was raven and nappy, even under the covers, anyone could see the boy was small—too small. Most considered the boy to be cursed by Asclepius and wanted him put out of his misery, although Marcel knew better.

Marcel sat on the bed, making sure not to startle the sleeping figure.

  Gently, Marcel uncovered the face of the small boy to reveal sunken eyes and paste-like skin that seemed to be coated with sweat; however, there was a small smile that played on the sleeping boy's lips.

  The older boy spoke softly. "Cerdis, it is time to wake; Sol's chariot has already passed."

  Eyes slowly opened, blinking before the little boy grinned from ear to ear; his brightness could put a smile on anyone's face.

  "Mars!" A raspy voice came from Cerdis as he sat up, wrapping his small arms around the older boy.

  Marcel softly kissed the boy on the top of the head. "Ah! Finally, you wake from your slumber." He held the raven-haired boy close. "Are you feeling blessed this morning by the gods?"

Cerdis nodded his head, looking confident. "Yes, because it is my day of birth!"

 Marcel smiled. "Yes, it's not everyday that someone survives five winters."

  Cerdis frowned. "I am still not as tall as Cassia."

  The older boy laughed. "No, but maybe with the help of Juno, you will catch up." He said it, hoping that the bitterness would be kept out of his tone.

Cerdis gave him a toothy grin. "You really think so? I won't only be older than her, but taller as well!"

Ah yes, Cassia does hold her height over Cerdis very often, although it is probably due to the fact that Cerdis was the only one who questioned her when picking games. Hmm. I wonder what Cassia will do when Cerdis comes into manhood. I'm sure Cassia will find something else to hang over the poor boy's head.

Marcel patted Cerdis's head. "Well...I have you a present."

  Cerdis shook with excitement and, with almost lightning speed, reached for Marcel's satchel but with speed was snatched back. "Now, now, Cerdis, I have a few other things in here."

  Cerdis crinkled his nose, although the comment didn't make his smile waver. "I cannot wait any longer! Please Mars! What have you brought me?"

  Without a second thought, Marcel opened the bag, minding the trinkets that were valuable, however small enough that their owners would not even notice they were gone until it was too late.

  Cerdis's eyes widened as Marcel pulled something oval-shaped and quite small into his palm and wrapped it in cloth.

The raven-haired boy smelled the sweet aroma, and his mouth watered. "Is that-?" 

  Marcel uncovered the item to reveal the room-temperature sweet bun, smashed a little on one side, which made the honey sweetness drip over until the cloth was covered with the sticky substance.

"It was no trouble." Marcel once again kissed Cerdis head.

  "A maritozzi!" Cerbis, not minding the stick, grabbed the sweet treat with full hands and took a bite. Marcel tried not to cringe at the mess on the boy's face.

  But it was quite easy, with the happiness shining through. "Mmm." 

 "I see you are quite enjoying my present."

Cerdis showed his dimples through his smile, licking his fingers. "Thank you, Mars!"

Marcel smiled in a moment of weakness, asking the gods to bless his little brother with many more winters.