#Alexander Saburov x reader

[shmowder]

Would the Saburovs have a threesome with the reader? What would that be like?

Just what kind of person would it require to catch both of their attention at once?

Despite being married, Katerina and Alexander feel worlds apart in terms of morality, traits, and motivations. Alexander ran into a burning building to rescue a child once while Katerina might just sacrifice a person or two if her "earth" told her to.

A morally grey reader? Katerina needs someone more capable than her while Alexander requires someone weaker to look after. You'd be torn in a game of pull between those two, overestimating your virtues on one side while underestimating your strength on the other.

Either way, these two share one thing in common and it is Grade A+ in yearning. It would take months of pinning after you in order for them to eventually work up the courage to actually suggest that threesome.

Imagine the catastrophe if word spread around.

Well... it wouldn't be that damming; the utopians of the town are notorious for their "sexual deviation," so it's not like people would chase them out with pitchforks or anything.

But, the Saburov would still lose face amongst the righteous court they hold and keep company. They're not the Kains, after all. It's better to keep this affair on the hush-hush side. The invitation you received was vague in nature, either that or it merely masqueraded as a courtesy dinner invite by the level-headed couple, a way to show grace to the newly arrival in town and establish themselves as your ever helpful leaders, so to say.

Because they cannot leave behind evidences, Alexander insisted they must discuss this rather private matter with you in person. Who knows where letters end up when they're misplaced or who simply happened to be nearby when you receive it?

In a way, he also wants to shield Katerina from your rejection as a possibility. Her heart is too fragile, her nerves are worn too thin, and she requires delicate handling, at least from his point of view.

That's why he goes behind her back to invite you to his private office a day before the actual dinner takes place.

It's just a precaution to make sure you're actually aware of what you're getting into, you do understand the implication of this dinner, correct?

Despite his seemingly composed demeanour, it's clear the man is a fish out of water. With little prodding you can weasel out more information from him, how they haven't done anything like this before, how it was Katerina's idea because he was too ashamed of his feelings of infidelity to even bring it up.

Maybe if you lean towards him a little closer, sound his name out in a certain tone and watch the blood rush to his face, he'll accidentally let it slip out that the only reason they know how it's done is because they have received a similar proposition in the past.

From a certain Victor Kain and Nina Kaina.

But it was politely shut down which the other two respected with grace, which is why he invited you here before hand... He still clearly remembers how embarrassing that dinner was when the true reason behind it finally clicked to the Saburovs.

He understands he is rambling- Look, you're a very attractive person and you still have your life ahead of you, he completely understands if you want nothing to do with an old married couple in their 40s, you could easily get someone more suitable for your age.... Just steer clear of Andrey- No, both the Stamatin twins as a whole, that's Alexander's only advice if you take nothing else from this meeting.

Give him your final answer so he can gently relay the word to his wife. A yes or no would suffice, no need to explain yourself further.

...Alexander's genuine look of surprise after your firm agreement was quickly masked away behind a reassured smile.

To say that he was delighted by your answer would be an underestimation.

What he's completely oblivious of, is the fact his wife had this exact same conversation with you a mere day ago behind his back. Katerina wanted to hear the truth from your lips rather than wait around in her room, she wanted your honest answer no matter what, she swore she could handle it.

And similarly to how her sweet lips met the corner of your mouth in a tantalising display after you voiced your agreements, Alexander pressed the back of your hand to his lips, a gentle mannered kiss that held the promise of much more from the way his lips brushed against your knuckles.

Both asking you to keep this meeting a secret from their spouse, they would rather lessen their burden than add to it.

It was clear how much they adored each other and yet the Saburovs couldn't communicate to save their lives.

Both the husband and the wife would rather treat their assumptions as facts than simply ask the other person, they'd rather go the long way around the house than unlock the hallway door separating their bedrooms, they'd rather secretly invite you over to have this long and convoluted chat than simply sit down and talk to one another.

Oh how you wish to have been a fly on the wall during their infamous wedding day just to have stood witness to the chaos that surely went down.

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The threesome itself

No matter your gender, Alexander would still try to take the lead because, of course, he does.

It's less of a show of being dominate and more of a noble sacrifice? The unwilling group leader who has to overseer the project and carry the responsibility because he knows no one else wants to take on that burden. Or at least that's what he assumes because Katerina certainly never showed any enthusiasm for being on top while together.

If you attempt to flip the tables on him and steal the reigns, he will go down without a fight. Slightly impressed by your courage to stand him to him and ask the Alexander Saburov to submit to you.

Which he enjoys more than he likes to admit.

Katerina meanwhile is as intense as a touchstarved storm, as if she hasn't felt another's touch in decades from the way she melts into your every kiss and grope. How she eagerly follows after your lips in attempt to greedly capture them once more, the way she grinds her hips against yours, coaxing your hands to run all over her body.

All her self restraint is out the window as vulgar words spill from her dainty painted lips, asking you to make her feel alive, pleading with you to pay attention to her.

Both of them are in total coordination in bed, completely balancing each other out with effortless unison.

You realise just why they tend to blindly trust their institution, they never have to speak their thoughts or plans out loud in order to enact it.

Alexander completely understands what Katerina wants to do when she climbs onto your lap and he helps guide your hips to grind against her desperate heat.

Katerina guides your hand to her husband's leaking cocking as she wordlessly teaches you exactly how he likes it, how hard to tug and how much pressure makes him whimper out.

It's hard to keep up with them, both are hungry for you beyond what's bearable. Veying for your attention while selflessly sharing you between one another.

At certain moments, your mind is too consumed with pleasure for you to be able to tell apart whose mouth is against yours and whose fingers are deep within you.

Alexander prefers to have you face him, to be able to see your expression and look into your glossy eyes as you cry out in pleasure.

Squeezing your thighs and spreading your hips wider, he's obsessed with every curve and soft spot on your body. Hands trailing down your stomach, groping your ass and Squeezing your hips until his handprint is left behind.

While Katerina enjoys putting her mouth on every part she can reach of you, littering the back of your neck with hickeys, biting your neck, and leaving marks of her teeth behine. Trailing kisses down every hardened and sharp point on your body, feeling you shiver and squirm as she grazes her teeth against your most sensitive areas.

She absolutely wants to see you taking her husband's cock, she wants to push down your body onto it until he's balls deep inside you, having grind against your sweet spot while you bury your face into her plush chest.

Alexander completely obeys her when she tells him to fill you with cum over and over again until its overflowing, her moans mixing with your own and filling the room as you mouth against her chest, taking her nipple in your mouth and nursing on it like a very good doll. Oh how she sings your praises while you're taking load after load inside.

You're exhausted by the end, Alexander sharing the sentiment as he attempts to regain his breath. His wife surprisingly still full of vigor and energy as she gets up from the bed, tying her hair back up and heading into the shower.

Alexander pulls you closer meanwhile, protectively wrapping his body around yours, massaging your sore muscles with his hands, softly apologising for accidentally pressing against a forming bruise or two.

He's attentive to your body, getting up to pour you a glass of water without you having to ask. Helping you sit up and asking how you're feeling, are you holding up well?

Oh how amazing you were.

Katerina helps you to the shower afterwards while her husband takes care of changing the sheets. After everything is tidy and clean, it's Katerina who suggests you spend the night in her room.

Maybe share breakfast with them in the morning? It's the least hospitality they could offer to the new arrival in town, Alexander adds.

[shmowder]

Could I please request a second part to the "What their kiss feels like" drabbles? With Yulia, Aglaya, Katerina, + Victor if you can forgive me for breaking the unspoken girls-only rule (that I just made up in my head)

🐿️ anon

Don't worry, Vicky is basically one of the girls, so it's fine to include him as a little treat. Hell, I'll throw in his oomfie Sasha as well.

What their kiss feels like

[fluff, kissing, romance, GN Reader]

Aglaya Lilich

Her lips are cold, bare and soft like cotton. They press against yours with reassured confidence, slotting perfectly in place. Ghosting her lips over yours for a stretched out second, observing you squirming in anticipation. Just as you're about to speak, she fully closes her mouth against yours, swallowing your words and relishing in the look of surprise on your face. The flat of her palm resting against your chest, as if toying with the strings of your heart. She tastes of nothing, strangely.

She kisses you as if it was her one purpose in life, as if this one simple act was all that this universe was created for. More sensual than you'd ever expect from the fearsome inquisitor, it's tantalising and calm, soothing yet blunt. A faint smile adorns her lips in the aftermath, Aglaya seems content with her life for a moment.

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Yulia Lyuricheva

Her lips are dry more often than not. She tends to forget to occasionally drink water and other menial tasks alike. Sometimes, you taste bitter coffee at the tip of her tongue, othertimes it's the sour aftermath taste of a cigarette smoke. It takes coaxing to get her to fully melt into a kiss, let her guard down, snuff out the cigarette and replace it with your lips against hers. And then it takes even more effort to get her to let go when all she wants is to overdose on your taste.

She kisses you as if it's her one solace from despair, lethargic in her slow movement, slowly regaining her vigour through each peck and kiss. Kissing her is the only way to get her to shut up when nothing kind seems to come out of her mouth that day.

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Katerina Saburova

Erratic and hungry, greedly chasing after your lips whenever you pull away for air, your lungs burning inside your chest as her blown wide pupils meet your eyes, silently pleading for you to give her just a little bit more. The taste of her lipstick is... exactly how you'd expect makeup to taste like, leaving stains and marks alongside your lips and smearing around the corners of your mouth. Her arms fully wrap around your shoulders, taking a hold of your nape and guiding you towards her. You're pressed impossible close that her perfume latches onto you for hours to come afterwards, a lavender fragrance following in your trail.

She kisses you as if she's only been kissed once before and spent the rest of her life chasing after that high, attempt after attempt to replicate that feeling, starved for affection and devotion.

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Victor Kain

His lips are relatively soft, well taken care of. There's a subtle taste of mint that becomes more prominent the deeper the kiss goes. Was it his morning toothpaste or one of the chocolate mint candies he kept in a bowl on his desk for guests? His hands immediately find your waist, simply holding you there, thumbs moving back and forth on your sides. You almost get the impression he'd rather do this sitting down, to get you comfortable on his lap so he may prolong this act of intimacy to his heart's content.

He kisses you with gentleness, it's almost suffocating how delicately he treats you. Measured movement preventing him from crossing the line of "barely enough" Keeping you aching and seeking more. Never quite satisfying your appetite as he pulls away before you could have your fill, only to start the process all over again.

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Alexander Saburov

His lips are thin, chapped almost, and pressed tightly closed more often than not. the after shave stubble surrounding his mouth scratches your skin in a good way, slightly ticklish. He apologetically changes his position in an attempt to get you more comfortable. His posture is straight, stiff shoulders loosening as he melts into your kiss as the tips of his fingers glide down your back. Sometimes, he tastes like honey, just like how sweet he likes his morning tea.

He kisses you in moderation, with abstinence in mind. As if you're the world's greatest temptation, his very own personal tormentor. The river of styx, he must resist drinking from least everything else he deems important might vanish from his memory.

[shmowder]

You broke the law, congrats, keep it up.

But not everyone is born with taste, unfortunately, and your little endeavour was put to a stop by none other than the Alexander Saburov himself. A pillar of piety and fidelity (Ha.) One of the town's standing virtues, a saint in the making.

Flutter your pretty eyelashes at him all you want. No matter how tantalising you look clad in those tight thief clothes, stolen jewellery adorning your neck, fingers, and ankles, glittering as beautifully as the starry sky above, Alexander remains unimpressed.

To town hall you're dragged, literally, his grip is steel solid against your arm. Much more tricky to remove than any clunky old pair of handcuffs you could slip from with a simple trusty safety pin or two.

The cat has finally caught the mouse.

The jig is up. All those precious gems and jewellery that you've rightfully earned by breaking and entering homes like any honest working person–were stripped from you. Thrown into a simple wooden box to be returned to their previous owners come morning.

Of course, you weren't pleased, to say the least, and you gave Sasha a piece of your mind. You worked hard for those.

Does he know how difficult it is to dig through someone's closet in the pitch dark while remaining as quiet as a mouse?

Bah, all that effort wasted.

He's giving that same look that you hate, the disappointed one. You could handle anger. You could handle disgusted snares and rage-filled glares.

...But pity? it sank like posion into your stomach, it stung more than broken glass below your bare feet.

What made it worse was how he refused to argue back. Refused to acknowledge the insults you threw his way, never dignified your tantrums.

Merely looking at you with the deep concern, sorry eyes and thinly pressed lips, as if he failed you.

How many times has it been? How many times did he catch you, and you'd escape the next day? How many reform attempts he put you through only for you to betray his trust and go back to your old habits the second the door to the cage is left unlocked.

You were never going to change, you made it very clear to everyone around you.

Yet he stubbornly refuses that notion, never allowing this seedling of hope to wither no matter how many times you set the whole field ablaze.

Replanting it, time after time, carefully, gently.

Patiently.

Alexander... no, Sasha never changed, not once ever since you were kids.

Neither did you, neither can you.

Be it standing at the playground together, scolding you over stolen chocolate chip cookies while wiping the crumbs from your mouth before your mother comes outside.

Or standing here alone at the town hall, scolding you over the stolen gold and rubies while taking it upon himself to return these items befoere the residents file even more complaints and reports about you, before the judge can get involved.

Sasha was simply Sasha.

And you were....

You.

You knew what was going to happen next, you've memorised this song and dance. The questions would begin, the house addresses, the names, the motives, the break and entry method.

Who sold you the lockpicks, and who provided the information on these people?

Why do you do this? Do you need the money that badly? Why not work an honest job?

Do you realise the severity of this crime? Did you have any accomplices? Is someone paying you to do this?

If you needed the money that badly why not come to him? Why not ask him? Why not answer his letters?

Are you aware that you could've been shot if they had caught you? Are you aware just of how much you're endangering yourself?

What made you resort to these desperate actions? Or do you just enjoy the thrill?

Is life just a game to you?

Did you forget the promise you two made?

Your mother can't stand to look at him on the street, she blames him for how you turned out.

He still apologises each time.

Are you eating well?

Professionalism starts melting away as the questions get more and more personal.

It was too much.

You wanted him to shut up, you needed him to shut up.

One step closer, that caught his attention. His hand immediately covered the pistol under his coat. He really needs to stop being so obvious, you thought as you took another step closer.

Then a third, a fourth.

Your chest pressed against his, your arms circled his neck.

He never pulled back, as if he was frozen in place.

His lips tasted of bitter coffee, dry and chapped. Yours weren't any better, yet he still melted into them as if they held the cure to his aching heart.

It was slow, with no teeth at all. Soft, sinfully innocent.

Desperate as he tried not to let you slip from his fingers, attempting to hold you closer, pull you flushed against his own body to try and hide you from the world.

Pouring his emotions into it, showing his vulnerability plainly for you to take advantage of.

Naively hoping you will see reason, you must.

Please.

You have to.

Not many people can claim to have seen Alexander Saburov crumble from a simple kiss, let himself fall and shatter into a million pieces. Even less could claim to have ever seen you put someone together, mend the wounds rather than cause more harm.

Be selfless and allow him this moment of selfishness, to dare and dream of a different life, a changed soul.

You pull away first, because you always do.

He chases after you, because that's all he knows.

You're breathless, his face is flushed.

People will arrive soon, the two of you step away.

Your world feels much colder, his arms hang heavy by his sides.

Escorting you to the jailcells on the lower floor, you don't mention the lack of handcuffs as you head inside.

The door is softly shut, the lock clicks into place.

Soon after, a tray of food is slid under the hatch.

Warm bread–he must have gone out, in the middle of the night–a tightly shut bottle of milk.

The usual customery meal, wasn't it for the carefully wrapped handkerchief in the middle of the tray, one chocolate chip cookie inside.

[shmowder]

Hiya! I’ve come with a platonic request! What would it be like to act as a parental role to Grace? That girl desperately needs a decent influence in her life like any form of support system at all, if Artemy can adopt two kids then I can adopt Grace! The haruspex isn’t the only one who can adopt orphans in this town!! Although that parent role may come with co parenting with Peter which sounds like an utter nightmare.

Peter Stamatin is the best case scenario when you remember the Saburovs' existence.

Peter loved Grace, specifically Grace. He wouldn't have gotten along had it been any other child. While the Saburovs loved having a child, it didn't matter who.

It's easier for you to fill in Peter's negligence and make up for his shortcomings. He forgets to feed himself as much as he forgets to feed Grace. You'll be doing him a favour by setting a mandatory breakfast, lunch, and dinner time for the three of you.

He can be reasoned with. He doesn't object when it has her best interest in mind. If you inform him about her twyrine addiction since she was a child, it might be his wake up call where he finally starts cleaning up the half empty liquor bottles from his flat, lessening his drinking habits as a whole in an attempt to set a good example to her, or at least make her feel less alone in withdrawal.

While the Saburovs are very stubborn and set in their ways, even if they're in the wrong, they rather bury their head in the sand. As long as they are convinced that what they're doing is good for Grace, they won't heed your advice or pay you much attention. It can easily overwhelm her, the sudden obligations of high society, Grace wasn't even part of normal society before this. She wasn't aware of the most common of societal rules. All she knew was the cemetery, graves, and how to care for them.

She didn't even know how to count when they adopted her. Clara was born with the inherited information of the earth, granted common knowledge. While Grace is a mere human, a kid. No one taught her how to read or write, how to brush her hair, or what food to eat.

Her father didn't even give her a name and resented her since birth. Strangers who took pity on her granted her that name. She roamed the first few years of her life completely nameless, being referred to as the "Cemetery caretaker's daughter"

I fear the Saburovs will set too high of expectations for her, underestimate show how behind her knowledge and skills in everything are. They will love each other more than they love her, which is never what you want from your parents.

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She's too quick to trust you, it's worrying. too used to following other's orders and abiding to arbitrary rules given to her by grown-ups.

Grace rarely speaks what she wants because she never knows what she wants. She never had the chance to develop preference or a point of reference for anything. The clothes on her back are all that she's ever wore, so she'll be impressed and over the moon by any new piece of clothing you'd offer her.

It takes years of patience, attentiveness, establishing boundaries, and reminding her of her own agency to reverse the teachings of her early childhood in the cemetery.

To allow her to flourish into her own full person rather than an extension of other's expectations of her. She tries to appease the dead so much because she views herself in them, loving the unloved and forgotten souls neglected by the living.

Grace would be content with whoever gains custody of her, even if the judge tries to inquire about who she prefers to be her parent, she doesn't have a strong opinion. Everyone is so kind, she claims, she'll be happy with anything.

Parenting her will be challenging. Not because she is a problem child, quite the opposite, it's concerning how little problems she causes. You need to push her to socialise with kids her age, to plan playdates for her, to invite her friends over because she never would on her own.

You need to be ready for her hoarding food rations under her mattress instead of eating dinner because she is still worried about starvation and the worst-case scenario. You need to be thoughtful and kind, never antagonising, never yell, and treat her with delicate gloves. Otherwise, she will crumble and retreat back into her shell.

For Peter, you could be anyone and he'd allow you to help with raising Grace as long as you prove your usefulness. As long as he actually sees improvement, he's immediately clinging to you and asking what would it take for you to come by often? Money? Drugs? Blackmail? His brother will provide anything, as long as you keep showing up.

For the Saburovs, they'll only let you meddle if you're certified in some way. Be it a child psychologist or at least a school councillor. Their own marriagal problems will stonewall you a lot during your journey with Grace, their insecurity will slow you down, but if you play your cards right, they're much more useful at your side than Peter ever would be.

In fact, the Saburovs are more responsible and resourceful when it comes to raising her. They actually planned out a perfect future, already set aside funds for school, and enrolled her into their healthcare plan and everything. While Peter is a first-time parent who never even thought he'd be one.

[shmowder]

favourite + least favourite characters?

I love all of them. Genuinely even the obsecure ones like Willow, Nara, and Roy.

Even the one I jokingly hate on a lot like Alexander Saburov, Vlad the younger, and Mark Immortell. I literally adore them to death, I'd love to make memes and write requests for them.

It's fun navigating a "hated" or "least favourite" character for the general fandom *cough big vlad and Anna cough* And see the beauty in them! The intricate story and easy to miss details.

It's like their venom only makes their sweet moments sweeter, does it make sense?

I even like P1 Oyun, yes that annoying to the player Oyun who made me count the fucking seconds ingame and use every walking exploit known to mankind until I ended up with bruised numb fingers just not to fail his "quests"

My favourite tho? Hmmm... Artemy clearly when it comes to interactions in general. But I love Sticky the most when playing the actual game, in both p1 and p2. BUT Yulia is my favourite to write about in x reader, but but Daniil is my favourite to write in ships fanfic But but but Aglaya is my favourite to write in character study and analysis posts.

Taya is my fav to make memes about. I mean comon just look at this.

She reminds me of my niece kinda of a lot fosbcijsjdw They're both gremlins in a good way

Butttttt Capella is my favourite to make text heavy memes about? Especially when it's unexpected things of her being brutal to someone, or yk, the overused running joke in this blog that she kicked Georgiy Kain into the Gorkhon River.

Ugh, but Maria is so fun to make Twitter memes with. Just imagine her and Khan having a very public Twitter argument about how their favourite K-pop group is superior to the other's. Khan with his bts poster and Maria with her Black Pink photocards collection.

BUTTT the apple basket gang is the sillest to make group memes with? Yk the groupchat ones.

Ugh but Eva is my favourite design wise, she is just so pretty and her smile is so precious.

I could be here all night Anon, I'm really hopelessly in love with all of them.

Especially Isidor. wink wonk.

I guess Simon Kain is kinda meh in my books. Unless Clara is truly his incarnation in that P2 theory, then I absolutely adore him. Gender fluid queen.

[shmowder]

Victor kain appreciation post by that I mean I'm putting him in a fluffy wedding dress and taking him to the altar with me

Victor x reader rambles below? Extremely self-indulgent.

On the surface, he appears pragmatic with a clear head. He's never one to get agitated nor show much emotion. He prefers looking stoic, albeit a bit more lost in his own world than he realises.

Nina did all the heavylifting when it came to Kain's reputation and earned the family a lifetime of respect and fear, which is why Victor got to play the good cop in front of people, despite him encouraging Nina's behaviour. Likewise, he lets Maria roam free.

He loves his kids, but he also doesn't have a strong moral compass as much as Alexander saburov. As long as his kids are safe and sound, following what's right is more of an optional suggestion he gives them. And yet, if they endanger themselves by their own will, Victor isn't one to stand in the way of their own fate. He's logical, but he clearly had a great regard to the mystical world.

A stubborn confident Reader would do well with him. Someone who argues back and doesn't back down. Someone who doesn't fall for his utopian "for the betterment of humanity" facade and instead tell him to shush it and come back to bed.

Oh, but you know how deranged he really is inside. How much he is willing to sacrifice for an idealistic future, the mould of perfection he trims the edges of humanity to squeeze it into.

After all, he fully buys into the promise of immortality Georgiy and Simon gave.

I wanna wife him up so badly, have him happy again, slowly bit by bit. Compared to the rest of the Kains, he shines the dimmest, and it feels on purpose in a way.

Maybe you're a fourth healer, maybe just a side character, or just an isekaied modern reader. What matters is that any act out of the ordinary will definitely catch his attention. He's like a shark in the waters when it comes to new ideas, to innovation and unconventional means.

Surprisingly, a relationship with him progresses rather fast than you'd expect. He doesn't involve you with his family. He doesn't want you to become another cog in the machine. Especially since he knows how perfectly you'd fit into place with that brilliant mind and refreshing worldview, how easy it would be for Maria to charm you or his father to indoctrinate you.

Is he trying to protect you, or is he hiding you out of selfishness? Out of a need to finally have something for himself, someone for himself rather than sacrifice everything for the greater good of humanity.

Spending time together is a bit awkward at first. He isn't much of a talker, and when he does, it is stray thoughts that appear random and unrelated to each other, but in reality they're mere glimpses to the long conversations he has with himself inside his own mind.

However, when you talk, he pays you his full attention. His mind quiets down, and he finds himself...relaxing. It's been a long while since he has felt anything like that.

How much more merciful it is to be lost in another person rather than his own mind.

Victor is thoughtful in his own ways. He remembers everything you tell him, from the small details about a certain snack you missed eating that isn't available in this town, or a compliment you paid to a certain plant you saw on your way here that he makes a mental note to order more of its species to be planted.

One day, you find him sitting on the floor of his house. Hands hug his knees close to his chest as he rests his head against the wall behind, almost making himself appear smaller as he glances at the tall clock next to him.

With nothing else to do, you choose to sit down next to him. Listening to the ticking of the clock, each second passes by seems faster than the last.

Eventually, you feel his head rest against your shoulder. His body leaning against yours, his hold around his knees loosen.

An intimate moment of the two of you sitting side by side on the floor, staring at nothing in particular, listening to the flow of time through mechanical gears.

That marked the day he officially started seeing you as more.

More than just a passing interest, more than just a selfish need to own something beautiful, more than another pawn on the chessboard.

The next day, you find him tinkering with the same clock. He offers to show you inside of it, explaining the parts and how they work. He gives you his tools and guides you through dissemabling the parts before putting them back together, his hand feels cold holding yours.

You see the corner of his lips lift up, resembling the closest thing you've seen him give to a smile.

The two of you seek each other out through the remaining days, being each other's respites amidst the chaos of this town. You clear his head, lighten the burden on his shoulders, and flutter his heart, which he thought died.

Victor enjoys having you rely on him. He enjoys being handed problems and solving them for you. But he is not one to meddle unless asked, and if rejected on his offers, he never takes it to heart. He lets you be your own person first because it was you he fell in love with an not an imprisoned bird in a cage.

And yet, there is a developing co-dependency between you two. If you ever mention wanting to leave the town, he makes it his mission to change your mind. You can be as free as you want as long as you're nearby.

He lived at the Capital for a while and seen its flaws, he will dissect any destination you might have wished to move to and put its flaws on display in front of you.

If you're really determined, he reminds you that he can still reshape the town. Better yet, his family will build another across the river, a more perfected one. You can shape it too if you stay, rule alongside him even.

Just...please remain by his side.

[shmowder]

X reader Drabbles

Alexander Saburov

criminal childhood friend reader

Specific fetishes: Dacryphilia + Thigh kink

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Andrey Stamatin

proposing to him with a ring

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Artemy Burakh

AroAllo Artemy x reader

Why you'd divorce him

Ex-husband HC

size kink smut

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Daniil Dankovsky

Bicker and love

Ex-husband HC

The day you hand the divorce papers

How you two got married

Fluffy marriage HC

Marriage HC when you're on your period

smut oral fixation

With a reader on T

With a reader who has a cat

With pierced biker reader

Introducing yourself as a "doctor"

Psychologist reader pt.1

Psychologist reader pt.2

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Marriage ceremony with kin reader

Deliberately ignoring you while you ride his thigh

Georgiy Kain

Secret admirer

Love dynamic

Trip to the Capital

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Katerina Saburova

Not so innocent affair

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Maria Kaina

Devoted knight

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Oyun

Specific fetishes: Humiliation + CBT

Dommed + kicked by a short reader

Gently topping him

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Peter Stamatin

Mouthfeeding you alcohol

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Stanislav "Stakh" Rubin

Teasing him about his size kink

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Victor Kain

X reader fluff

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Vlad the younger

Calling the wrong name during sex

Relationship thoughts

One-sided Love

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Yulia Lyuricheva

Specific fetishes: Toxic butch masculinity

Wearing a strap 24/7

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Multiple characters / General

Reaction to modern reader's clothes

What they bring to your birthday Pt.1

Yandere concepts

General Yandere ideas

What their kiss feels like Pt.1 [Maria, Eva, Lara]

What their kiss feels like Pt.2 [Aglaya, Yulia, Katerina, Victor, Alexander]

with an inexperienced reader

General wedding ideas

Generel ex-spouse ideas

More Yandere ideas + music

Pursuing unhappily married reader pt.1

Pursuing unhappily married reader pt.2

Petnames Pt.1 [Artemy, Daniil, Victor, Rubin, Bad Grief]

Physical Affection

ideal reader for them

Plague doctor Reader and smut crybaby reader

Dom Aglaya/Reader, Sub Big Vlad/Reader

Old Coots Polycule

Finding out you have 10 cats

Threesome with Victor and Nina

Aglaya, Andrey and foreign poetry

Petnames Pt.2 [Aglaya, Yulia, Katerina]

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Poly Artemy & Daniil

Hysteria

Hysteria pt.2

Hysteria pt.3

General Dynamic

Using you to settle an argument

Switching places

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Poly Victor & Alexander

Threesome

Putting them in a "get along" sweater

[shmowder]

X Reader works

Sorted in alphabetical order based on the character's names, except when a work contains multiple characters, then you'll find it at the end of the list.

Gold ♧ is a traditionally written style fanfic [ usually crossposted to Ao3 ]

Red ♧ is a drabble/headcanon style Fanfic [ Not on my Ao3 ]

[A -> Z]

Andrey Stamatin

♧ Falling in love & Smut HC [Fluff, Smut]

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Bad Grief

♧ General relationship HC [fluff]

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Daniil Dankovsky

♧ Mors tua, vita mea [angst, comfort]

♧ Death Is The Only Way Out [angst, comfort, meta]

♧ Meeting your toxic Ex [Yandere]

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Mark Immortell

♧ The Devil Works Hard [Heavy Smut]

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Stanislav Rubin

♧ choosing him over everyone [fluff, comfort]

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Victor Kain

♧ Mea columba [smut]

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Yulia Lyuricheva

♧ Dating headcanons [Fluff]

♧ Smut headcanons [smut]

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Multiple characters

♧ Aword [Andrey, Peter]

♧ Dealing with clumsy Reader [Artemy, Daniil, Rubin]

♧ What they bring to your birthday Pt.1 [Platonic]

♧ What they bring to your birthday Pt.2 [Platonic/Suggestive]

♧ How they would comfort you [fluff, comfort, Artemy, Daniil]

♧ Healers when you contract the plague [platonic]

♧ Saburovs threesome [smut, Katerina, Alexander]

♧ Healers with a very punny reader [platonic]

♧ Sharing a bed with them [fluff]

[shmowder]

Oh boy... while we're on the threesome train maybe some Alexander x Victor x reader? aka Sasha x Vitya x reader

🐿️ anon

For some reason, my mind defaulted to Alexander Block, so good on you for using Sasha. I know the nickname can apply to both of them, but there is only one Sasha in my heart <3 And it's our governorfailure Saburov.

God that is one delicious combination. They both act like catty housewives around each other, attempt to one up one another in the politeness Olympics while throwing a passive aggressive remark here and there. There is also the whole thing with Vitya not even being the head of the Kains, but he is also the husband of a successful Mistress while Sasha...yeah. Vlad Sr. easily outranks them both is what I'm saying, he has both the head title and the girlboss successful wife.

Anyway, a threesome with those two is akin to a cold war where you're caught in the middle.

Alexander assumes the lead like he usually does, Victor actually flips the position and insists that Alexander lays back and enjoys himself since the dear governor must already have enough on his shoulders from his daily responsibilities.

Yes, Victor pulls the governor title while in bed. He's petty like that.

Alexander pulls the "Well, I heard your wife usually takes the lead, and I don't want to force you into a role you're unfamiliar with, Victor, so let me do my job."

Yes, Alexander just called this threesome a part of his job, don't worry about it. And yes, he just called Vitya a bottom.

Now Victor is actually playing 4D chess, instead of taking the bait and reacting in the way Alexander expects him to, he simply gives a polite nod and lets him assume the lead.

...Him going down without a fight puts Sasha on edge.

That's where your role comes in; you're a key piece in Victor's plan. He's more attentive to you, taking the initiative to prepare you with his slender fingers, stealing your first kiss for the night before Alexander gets a chance to, much to the other's displeasure.

Victor's trying to make Sasha understand that you prefer a gentle touch, pampered treatment and to be completely take care of. That you'd prefer someone like him who does the thinking for you, who still tells you what he plans to do next before he does it even when your brain is empty and his words go into one ear and out the other.

Taunting Alexander for being too assertive, too demanding and controlling. You can't intimidate someone into submission, instead show them how good it feels to willingly give the control up, to hand over all the decision making to someone more capable and knowledgeable, to entrust that he will keep you safe and cared for.

While Alexander is put off by Vitya's infantilising behaviour, he thinks the other must have a screw...or ten loose in his brain.

Alexander prefers earning the respect, to be revered, not loved. He wants to show you that he could easily corner and pin you down to the bed, that you're, in fact, very small and weak in comparison to him.

He is supposed to be stern, not soft and coddling. He is supposed to keep you in line while being your pillar to lean against. He is both your strength and weakness.

Which is why he prefers having you underneath him, it's where you belong, your natural state, you might as well get used to it and understand that only he knows what's best for you so follow his every order.

Sasha is a little too into proving he is The Man of the House, that this role extends to even the bed. Alexander beds you like he has something to prove, like he's still the newly wedded husband adhering to society's expectations.

While Victor is more open-minded, comfortable with his skin, and not afraid to take more "feminine" positions such as being underneath you while you ride him, spending a long time on foreplay. Penetration is optional for him, Victor is more than satisfied without it.

While it's a must for Alexander, he looks at you as if you've broken his heart if you even imply that you don't want his cock inside you. He sees this part as the main act of sex, that everything else leading up to this point was just a mere stepping stone, that a rejection of this must mean he failed you as a sexual partner.

Nothing is more intimate to him than the chance to finish inside you, fill you to the brim with his cum, hold you close to his chest as he slowly grinds his hips against yours, getting all of it out before pulling away.

Watching the cum drip out your wet hole, scooping it with his two fingers before inserting them back inside you. Making sure not one drop of him is gone to waste.

Victor prefers delaying his own orgasm for as much as possible, watching you in endearment as you exhaust yourself riding his cock, tiring yourself out and laying in defeat on top of him.

His cock remains engulfed in your warmth, insides twitching and clenching around it. Victor rubs circles into your sore hips as he lets you catch your breath, giving you a moment to rest while he basks in having you cockwarm him.

Much to his annoyance, Alexander doesn't let him get away with stalling, and as he claims, "wasting precious time." Lifting you by the hips, sliding you off of Victor's still hard cock before laying you on your back on the mattress.

"Didn't you already get your turn, Sasha?"

If it's being filled with cum you crave so much, he'll more than provide. He absolutely refuses to use your mouth, your insides is the only place his cock belongs. However, he's not against giving you head or eating you out, it's one of his guilty pleasures.

Oh, he did. He's simply too greedy for more, but he'll never admit it. How much he enjoyed watching you ride another man's cock, so desperate for his cum, so much so you end up exhausting yourself out like a meek thing in heat.

How could Alexander ever resist the temptation of going back for seconds and thirds after this show you've put on? Why does his steel self-will waver so much around you?

[shmowder]

read all of them.

oh

my

GOD.

i Loved absolutely all of it. kept reading it in middle of my breaks as if it were a newspaper.

my favorite one is well. well i love them all LOL but there are specific moments about each of them that i like specially.

the character study / the ideal reader. i have so much adoration for each of your writtings i cant even put it into words. the entirety of it describes peter perfectly.. . as in. . its basically as if you had pathologic programmed in your brain... i absolutely adore the last line about being human and showing him that he's one too. GOD. GGOODODDD YOURE SO RIGHT. ITS. the way you describe in the poly andrey / reader / peter fic how the feelings are beyond sexual means a lot to me because of how much i like . non sexual adoration? as in i like sex as much as the other guy but i love when sex feels more passionate rather than pornographic per say. or when its more artistic than anything... or simply when love is beyond sex, is simply enough sometimes. being so in love with someone that those feelings feel so raw, so emotional so.. potent... its beyond words... is. portrayed. flawlessly.

fuck !!! even im running out of words already to describe how much i adore your work??? you could say im feeling exactly that rn LOL

and the birthday one... its so sweet.... i read both peters and andreys but as in to not make this ask any longer im just going to say i really like how peter reminds you of death in such a blunt way but. also how personal everything he does for you feels. art, as an artist, being portrayed as a love language, is. yes. absolutely. its just. perfect. all your work is beyond perfect.

anywho.

i dont... exactly have a very speficic request in mind... but im brainrotting horribly over the twins so ill eventually creep in with something... hope its not much of a bother

-🌈 anon

YOU'RE SO KIND AAAA

Writing for the twins is always a delight! Their dynamic is super interesting, codependent yet each one is still their own separate individual.

In every pair, one of them will always love the other more, and in this case, Andrey clearly cares more about Peter. Which makes an x reader dynamic very special, these two only had each other for so long, do they still hold the capacity to love another person?

Peter is the one tethering on the edge of reality, one match strike away from insanity. So much so that Alexander Saburov actually does consider him clinically insane which is why he wasn't charged with the murder of Farkhad.

Yet Peter is aware that him and Andrey are extensions of each other, which is why despite Andrey being the one to kill Farkhad, Peter describes it as if his own finger was the one who pulled the trigger.

If anything I'm surprised I've been getting more requests about Peter than Andrey, but I guess I understand. Andrey is more intimidating, not monogamous neither is he willing to settle or water himself down. While Peter is more obsessive with his love, almost consuming.

With Andrey, you'll always clearly be the second choice. With Peter, there's an off-chance he will love you so much he'll forsake his own brother.

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You noticed all the details and personalisation I've given each person in the birthday gifts! Mhm! Peter's intention was to remind you of death on your birthday but not in a malice way, he genuinely thought it would be beautiful. One of the gifts I had scrabble was a tombstone he designed for your grave himself, a rare smile on his face as he shows it to you with faint excitement.

One of Andrey's scrapped gifts was lingerie actually, noted down how the gift remains the same no matter the gender. It wasn't a joke lingerie either but a very expensive and intricately designed set... which fit your measures suspiciously well.

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I'm so happy you liked the Ideal reader!!! I had to rewrite Peter's section twice bc the first time was deleted by tumblr- Thank you so much for all of your praise <333 and for sharing your thoughts, I'll cherish each one of your words and read them whenever I feel down.

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It was a deliberate choice to make the love in that fic nonsexaul, as in it transcends both romantic and sexual love. Something so intense yet so familiar, heavy in your chest and light in your brain.

Peter accepts it without question and lets these feelings consume him, while Andrey eyes you with reprehension and scepticism.

[shmowder]

The return of crybaby reader fuck yeah we love to see it!! Good stuff - definitely preferable (imo) than when the person with dacryphilia is the one making you cry on purpose :( Evil :( And it's literally fine, who among us is seeing the light of heaven anyway 😇

I've been wondering about a few things lately so I hope you don't mind me asking! When you're writing for a character (and the request hasn't specified the P1 or P2 version of them), how do you decide how to characterize them? Especially with someone like Saburov, who you said earlier was quite different between the two games. Do you find yourself picking one or the other version, do you try to focus on what's in common between the two, do you pick what you want to from each version and blend them together, a secret fourth thing?? Do tell! I'm just curious ^^

Also, how do you decide whether something goes in "x reader works" or "x reader drabbles"? The length probably plays a role, but anything else?

Re: modding, tysm <3 To be fair, what I did is probably one of the easiest ways to mod the game......... but like I even struggled to find the game data folder in the beginning, so I'm happy!

Thank you sincerely for more P1 tips. You're the best. I just got so mad save scumming when I could have spent that time getting on with the story - but still, I really don't want to screw myself over by not having enough resources as time goes on, so I'll keep doing it as long as I have the patience. I've been trying to use your advice to fight, but I just don't have the timing right yet - now I know not to aim for the chest though!! Ahh I'm very happy you told me that about the yellow pills. Is there any place to buy lockpicks other than Bad Grief?

I hope you're having a good day :) It's nice to see so much activity here. I've got to run, so I might not see your reply for a while depending on when you answer.

🐿️ anon

I always default to P2 unless the requester specifies otherwise. Even with my own work, I use P2.

P1 was more about survival than about a narrative story, it was more of a... gamey game to say? The townfolks–even the children, are more jaded to the brutality and indifferent to other's struggles.

It was a truly unwelcoming town that's bursting at the seams from the constant tugging and power struggle. People rarely liked each other, let alone liked you.

It was hard to relate and sympathise to the characters because everyone built a fortress of steel around them, you simply couldn't crack past the shell no matter how much you tried, even if you risk your life for them, you will remain a stranger locked outside the gates.

People were more cruel, cold, and punished for their loving and naivety. That town cannibalised its weakest each night, women were beaten in the streets past a certain hour if they dared walk around at night, and you lose reputation if you try to interfer.

That's why I default to P2 where the story is more flushed out, so much that they added easy difficulties because they genuinely wanted you to listen to their tale, become a part of the show and relate to the town and its people. The townfolks weren't needlessly cruel, they were terrfied deep down and paranoid, yet love flourished in hidden corners and in the least places you'd expect.

P1 punished you for wanting to play it, P2 encourages you to try more albeit with tough love and taunting. Mark Immortell can afford to be cruel to you because the warmth of the town will mend any wounds he inflicts on you, while in P1, the tragedians and exectuers almost pitted you at times, advising you with mourning in their tones as if they can forsee your grim fate.

In P2, they truly wanted to save the town, they cared for their home. P1 Alexander is power-hungry and wants to prove a point by taking control over everything and show that he is capable. He wanted to save the town to prove that his convictions and ways are superior, to win an imaginary contest rather than actually save it for the people suffering inside or because it's his home.

Even the kids feel more like... kids. Silly, full of love and wonder. Doesn't a little girl give you milk and bread for free on day 1? She never asks you for anything in return but if you give her a piece of bread–not even a full loaf–she is over joyed and tells her friends "See! See! I told you he's good! I told you he'll return the kindness."

While in P2, he is almost the opposite, he doesn't stubbornly insist that Artemy is the killer based on little evidence. Instead, he actively helps you find your father's killer, time after time, and actually makes progress.

He asks for your opinion on the fate of those who could've prevented your father's murder but didn't. He genuinely worries about Clara and his wife rather than seeing them as a source of more power and control.

Especially your relationship with Murky and Sticky, oh my god it pained me to shut them out in P1 because you're never presented with a different choice. It is truly soul sucking to go back to the lair each day and not see Sticky there. Knowing things can be different, if only.

In the x reader genre, I'm not trying to fully incorporate the canon characterization. I only want to float close-by sun, never fly into it directly.

Because it's a hopeless endeavour, you'll lose your mind trying to imitate another's art and only end up feeling hollow and disappointed even if you succeed.

I take creative liberates, lots! I make them softer, lower their guard more, their love is easier to earn and keep. I flush the humane parts of them, the mundane struggles that the average person can relate to rather than the ingenious traits which make them an interesting unique character in a game.

Yulia's disability, Daniil's double-edged perfectionism, Rubin's paranoia, Artemy's suffocating devotion.

I build off of the P2 characteristics. I do borrow plot points from P1, however, I intertwine the canons together and cherry pick what serves a better narrative for the kind of tale I'm trying to tell here.

For example, I like that Peter has no bed in his room. He sleeps inside a ceramic bathtub instead that someone must've broken their back carrying up all these stairs to his room. So I'll incorporate it into the version of Peter I write in my stories.

But when it comes to personality, yeah, hard on P2. I don't even consider P1.

I don't like the phrase "done dirty" Neither should we belittle P1 characters writing. It wasn't a stepping stone, it was the foundation whole. They did the best they could with the limited times and funds they had, plus the conversation flow and dialogue choices felt better and more natural in P1.

P2 was terrified of giving you any dialogue choices that are longer than a sentence while each character freely monologued to you over and over. I like talking dammit! Let me talk!

And the story P1 was trying to tell is very different than the story P2 told. Same premise but different cores and essences. You don't judge art by its relativity to another piece that subjectively "did it better". That's horeshit.

You judge art by it succeeding in reaching what it was set out to achieve. What is the author or artist in general trying to do here? Not if it's to your personal tastes or not, why subject them to imaginary expectations and damn them for failing to reach the goals you secretly set for them by your own self?

I'm not talking about you, squirrel dw, it's just a general "You". A term of speech. You haven't done anything similar to that, if anything you've been very considerate and understanding when it comes to the things you don't like or enjoy in my writing. I really admire that about you.

P1 wasn't looking for a heartfelt story about the people of the town, but about you. Not Artemy, Not Daniil, hell not even Clara.

But You. The player. It's your story, your struggles. You're the hated person who keeps coming back by their own free will each day.

That's why it has so many 4th wall breaks! That's why it taunts you at every corner, why the mechanics are so easy to exploit but so time wasting and obnoxious. Because they were ment to test your patience! They were meant to be annoying on some meta level, a final "fuck you" to the player for abusing their player powers that the game itself EXPECTS you to abuse.

While P2 wasn't about you, really. It was about this beautiful town that has fallen under a grim tragedy. This rich folklore and stories of magic, love and survival. Of betrayl and guilt.

Everything you expected from your father killer, you find in P1. That game hands you Oyun as the unlikable ruthless antagonist he was always predetermined to be. He fights you on each level, he makes your life a living hell as the player not just as Artemy.

And being annoying to the reader, annoying to the player, is the biggest crime any character can ever commit.

That's why you don't hesitate. You spare him no sympathy.

While in P2, instead of the grand revel that happened in P1, you're met with the shell of a broken man. Tethering on the edge of life, withering away, begging you to grant him mercy and end his suffering, to atone for his sins.

He's already a corpse by the first conversation you ever had with him, not a single light in those eyes. You're robbed out of your revenge, you end up feeling sad for the man who stole your father from you.

Empathy.

Even if you do kill him, he doesn't put up a fight. One stab, he swiftly falls down. This hulking gaint minotaur.

Do you know how many times In P1 I had to-

I don't want to spoil the story, I want you to experience it for yourself.

But yeah. Mischaractersation is doomed to happen. The more I talk and write about them the more they'll twists and change, gradually over time. Might as well embrace it and make my own versions, be open about it rather than cling to the stolen puppets of two kids who grew bored of their sandcastle.

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It's not the length that determines what goes into the "Works" or "Drabbles" category, it's the effort and polish I put it.

Sometimes, people will request a fic or HC, but I'll still give them a drabble based on their concept instead because it's all the energy I could afford for the day.

I know it's quality over quantity but god is it tiring and consuming. This is my hobby, not my work and not a skill I'm honing. This is my relaxation, my respite, my bit to the world before I venture into the abyss forever and get lost to obscurity and irrelevance in history.

I deserve the right to mediocrity. It's fun as fuck.

I get to decide in the end, I love my readers but I'm the one who is writing at the end of the day. I get to pick and choose which glowing ember of an idea I want to hammer and polish until it shines as bright as any star in the night sky, or simply cradle it and give it a loving smooch before sending it off to be posted immediately.

Sometimes, you want intricate full meal fics. Other times, you simply want snacks and candy.

It's the type of effort, too. Some things are hard for me because they're new and therefore scary, so I have to put in a lot of energy to achieve very little while still labelling it a drabble at the end.

Other times, things are hard whilst being familiar because I genuinely want a good story, I want something beautiful and above the bar. That's when it's labelled as a full work.

I also tag my full work while my drabbles remain untagged. it is the wild west in there. Like a kinder surprise, you'll never know what you get once you click on the mystery link!

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Oh I didn't intend for the Alexander fetish drabble to be crybaby reader. I pictured it as more of a reader that deliberately taunts and teases him without him being aware.

But I wanted to be very subtle about it, I don't do subtlity much in my works. My meanings are as hidden as the sun in the sky. So this time around, I tried something new by implying you're actually the one in control... rather than blatantly stating it like I usually do.

Yk, that line about you holding "power" over him. Or your choice of clothing, pressing your thighs against him. Sitting on his desk! what kind of a person in strife would ever do that? Your thighs being so close to his hands too.

It's more of a reader that gets a kick out of watching his self control crumble, the inner turmoil he goes through everytime you fake cry and run into his arms.

But art, especially x reader works, are meant to be a mirror for the... reader. So you're free to interpret it however you want, death of the author and all.

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I get where you're coming from, that line about wanting to move on with the story but the savescuming is sucking the fun out. It will cause burnout if you're not careful, it's why I'm moving at a snail pace in the Bachelor route.

I just dread having to over-achieve again. I feel the need to perform better than my Haruspex run and somehow collect more than 24 shmowders this time around–or was it more? I don't want to check.

But deep down, I enjoy savescuming. I like zoning out and watching youtube or something while reloading. It's rotten work but it's worth it just for that high afterwards when I meet a shmowder girl and I can easily trade for one with my pockets stuffed with nuts.

Or cheeks? Yk bc you use a squirrel emoji. Man I am so funny fowjfijejfiwid.

I think you should do what you want, not what you must. Move on with the story and deal with the consequences later.

None of your bounds will ever get infected, I guarantee you that. The mechanics are different than P2. As long as you finish your main quest daily, your bounds will never have a reason to go outside and get infected.

The shmowders are really for the other two healers' bounds, who will randomly end up infected. You should only cure them if you're gunning for the double secret ending where you meet the devs.

And at most you'll need like 5 or 7 shmowders? That's not counting the panacea you'll have in the Haruspex route yk. Like 4 or 5 bottles total, I think.

So really just two or three shmowders are needed for the secret secret ending.

Ignore teensy, she is useless to you.

for the lockpicks, you shouldn't be needing too many? What are you using them for? Looting healthy houses or savescuming trading with kids inside the houses?

If it's the first, don't bother. Whatever food in the healthy houses pales in comparison to the fact you can find weapons in looter houses that sell for a shit ton of money. Buy food from shops instead, you'll be able to afford it eventually.

If it's for trading with kids, don't bother either. Or only do it once a day at night when wasting time. Hog all of your trade items, memorise one house with at least one girl with pigtails who trades bullets and one black hair boy who trades bullets, then trade all your items to them

Their inventory refills when you leave and re-enter the house! So you can endlessly trade with them.

If you still want lockpicks, you're better killing enemies and looting it out of their corposes. You can also trade them from pigtails girl, otherwise yeah Grief is the only option.

Eitheway. I hope your day goes well <3 And whatever you're in a hury for ends up going smoothly and to your liking. I loved talking about this! I really enjoy talking about my art and writing process, thank you for the thoughtful questions.

[shmowder]

Two dollars?? Whoa. I'll keep an eye out for a sale. Based on screenshots, it seems like P1 has more dialogue and more opportunities to get to know the characters better? I love the P2 art style so much though so it might be hard to get used to the original. I know some people have the opposite problem and are unhappy with some of the redesigns.

We like the same aspects of yandere <3 Oh I need to rant for a second. There's nothing wrong with legitimately enjoying the violence and kidnapping aspects, but I do feel like there's sometimes too much emphasis on making sure readers don't think you're (general "you") romanticizing yanderes. Like intellectually I know it's unhealthy you don't have to tell me every other sentence that this is wrong and bad and that the reader insert isn't supposed to like it! 🤧 ... Ngl I love willing!reader 🫣🫣 Anyway. Rant over :)

I'll never get over actually being asked for my thoughts?? Thank you, even though I often feel out of my depth lmao. Please tell me about yandere Aspity!

In addition to what you said, I think Maria would be prone to jealousy too but unlike Katerina, would feel more of a sense of entitlement and is more prone to lashing out at others and at you occasionally. Katerina is more likely to internalize perceived rejection and be self-destructive about it. They'd both want to dress you up and do your makeup (even if you don't normally wear any) like a doll >:)

Lara and Peter might be the clingy/obsessive type, would latch on to the idea of you as a lifeline to pull them out of their despair. Lara would try to prove herself to you through acts of service; you'd be the inspiration for Peter's art and he'd give you little gifts all the time.

Victor would be overprotective, treating you like glass and like you've said before, wanting you to feel you can come to him, only, with your troubles. Would also randomly ignore you occasionally lol :( He can't help it he's too lost in thought! Big Vlad would spoil the ever loving fuck out of you *and* intimidate everyone else away.

Btw. I read your Andrey x reader hcs last night and they were really good! I don't really feel anything for this guy but it seems like you've got his personality just right :) I've never wanted piercings in my life, why is that part speaking to me 😭 (ok, that's a lie, I did want snakebites when I was seventeen :o)) I liked the little bit about sketching diagrams afterwards, too. Your smut is so good forreal

🐿️ anon

Delicious juicy food delivered straight to my inbox for FREE? I am in heaven and ascending even higher rn.

I want to let you know that this concept lived in my head rent-free for the past week. Each time I came to answer this ask, I'd get distracted by the brief yandere drabbles you wrote and get lost in the fantasy. Especially the overprotective Victor one, it's my favourite. Oh god, you're a genius. Tell me more I beg!

And yes P1 had a lot more dialogue which is nice because it explains the story a lot more. Especially characters like Aglaya who get a lot of backstory and other things revealed about them. It's a game that does the best it could with the very very limited technology it had at the time, and despite the graphics it's beautiful in some areas.

The music is its crowning gem however! P1 soundtrack literally blows P2 soundtrack out of the water. It's like the devs know the graphic and everything is lacking in P1 so they more than made up for it with fire music that gets you in a trance of how amazing it sounds.

I think the major flaws are how the charactersation and story is slightly different. Some characters like Victor and Aglaya remain the same but other characters like Alexander Saburov are massively different. Also as a majority everyone is more of an asshole in P1, especially Artemy and Daniil at times.

Eva and Andrey are more slutty... do with that what you will.

Yulia in P1 feels like a younger Yulia who's still lost and figuring out life. Like a freshly out of college Yulia. While in P2 she's more of a jaded full grown up who knows how the world works but is displeased by it. I love both versions <3 She is one of the very polite characters in P1... which are surprisingly sparce. P1 is also more funny and silly with the dialogue, it's more whimsical with more realistic options too. Also you get a lot of opportunities to break the 4th wall while in P2 you can only do it while talking with the rat prophet, the replacement Artemy and endgame Mark.

And I agree with you about the yandere thoughts. The horror ones are fun but sometimes I want romanticised obsession and devotion yk? Like a yandere ready to move the earth and bring down the moon for their beloved. Where the conflict is more focused on the emotions and intenal turmoil rather than the murder or horror aspect. Even when it comes to the reader, I enjoy a little toxic reader too 👀 Like someone who encourages their yandere behaviour or doesn't mind it, someone who is okay with the obsession or someone who actively goes out of their way to make it worse. A reader who's a full fledged character rather than a damsel in distress, someone who takes actions and can effect the world around them.

But don't get me wrong! I do like a damsel in distress... as a kink. It's kinda hot to be a useless fawned upon princess that everyone is looking to save and please.

Yeah, I feel you so much on the "Don't have to tell me this is wrong every sentence." Like, oh my god, dude! I hate when stories treat the reader like they're an idiot. You have to have faith in them, especially when your content is marked for adults that they will be able to read between the lines. Like you don't see murder or serial killer stories saying how this is wrong every sentence?? Yandere is just a mix of horror, romance, and smut! It's just an archetype with interesting concepts and maybe even a fetish.

Why do people have to psychoanalyse every kink someone has??

I'll get back to the other characters in a bit, let's focus on the overprotective Victor for example! bc the brainrot is real i legit haven't stopped thinking about him for one second.

In one of his dialogue trees he has this line:

5.Victor Kain: ...If I'd learned about this earlier, I would have torn his head off already. Now give me thirty-five seconds of silence, please. I need to think.

It's when you inform him about the chemist who's helping people hide their dead. The same one who buys body parts from Artemy, he apparently also works for tha kains but manages to hide his shady businesses right under their nose.

And his reaction is just odjwofjwofkwk So Delicious? Like that chemist posed a real threat to tramble down on the fragile castle the Kain built with their reputation, start a domino effect which exposes them as law breakers for the townfolks which they absolutely cannot have.

You see him angry, even if it's just a small glimpse. He could've worded it more elegantly, used so many different expressions. But no, Victor chose the phrase "tear his head off"

THE FERALITY! THE POTENTIAL MY GOD. This man is so good at making himself a safe and trustworthy pragmatic person so much you forget there's a wide awake tiger with deadly focus behind those melancholic eyes, weighting your every word and soaking in all the information you unawarly expose to him. Memorising all the names you mention, drawing a map in his brain of your social circle and connections. Saying so little himself just to get you to keep talking and telling him more and more until a secret or two spill out without you realising it.

The way he's briefly quiet before snapping, composing himself, and holding back the flood of rage in his brain from bubbling to the surface. "I would've torn his head off" only scratches the surface of what he really wanted to do and say.

Even this simple sentence from someone usually so polite and level-headed paints a gruesome picture of a predetor's sharp teeth tearing apart a person's brain, completely dislocating the head from the shoulders and tearing the skin off with one bite. The crunching of the skull as it caves under the pressure of the tiger's jaw.

AND THEN YOU COME INTO MY HOUSE AND TELL ME HE IS AN OVERPROTECTIVE YANDERE!! I love you so much.

All that anger directed towards anyone who wishes you harm. It's like you struck a match inside him and now he simply cannot help but watch out for your well being from behind the curtains.

His obsession stems from thinking of you as... lesser to put it kindly. Of course you will never be aware of this condescension nor how he views you as a fragile thing unfit for the real world, a glass figurine that needs to be handled with delicate gloves so you won't crack.

Non the wiser, you think he's just a really good listener. So when he invites you over for tea, you oblige and just spill your heart out to him. Telling him how your week went, talking about the boring details and your hobbies, mentioning the mundane things like your trip to the grocery store.

And he never interrupts, at first you thought it was a little creepy how he'd have you over just to listen to you talk. Only answering with questions and dismissing any questions directed towards him ir his well being, saying he'd rather know about you more.

But with time you warmed him to him, I mean it is Victor Kain? He has never done harm to anyone has he? Sure the Kains have some screws loose but Victor always seemed the calmest one amidst his eccentric family.

You think that maybe he is just lonely and needs company or a friend! He's definitely awkward when it comes to normal conversation, so you're understandable when all he wants to talk about is you.

As far as you're concerned, that's as deep as youre surface relationship goes. It starts with afternoon tea and ands just after the sun sets down when he walks you home, ever the old school gentleman. Strange tho, he never walks anyone else home and lets Maria run loose at any hour of the night. But you've never given it much thought.

You poor sweet thing, so unaware of the monster you're feeding. The obsession you're helping nurture whenever you oblige to his request or head his advice. The rush of satisfaction that runs through his veins when you come running to him to vent after a particularly hard day, the addicting euphoria flooding his system when you thank him for listening, saying how he's the only person you trust with these embarrassing things.

Victor who's pulling strings when you're not looking. Taking over your life and holding power over every aspect of it so he can fine tune it, surgically decide every small detail like he's tinkering with the delicate inner-machinery of a clock.

Making sure he is your sole support system. Coincidentally, the friends you make are offered jobs back at the Capital and have to move away. The grocery near your house relocates, and the closest one is right next to the Kain's resident.

Whichever job you held is deemed too dangerous for someone as helpless as you and he takes it upon himself to talk to someone who talks to someone else who persuades the owner into getting you fired or at least you're out of business if it's privately owned. No one wants your services, they all deeply admire the Kains and would run to please him at the drop of a hat.

No one but Victor who so kindly extends a helping hand. If you refuse chairty money then he immediately suggest working for him instead, he needs a helper you see. No matter what excuse or response you have prepared, he has already accounted for all of them and has a convincing counter-argument.

You don't have to know that in reality, he just thinks the world is too dangerous for you to freely roam and get a job. If you want to play pretend as boss and employee then he will indulge your childish antics and offer you a job, either way the end is the same with you slowly migrating more and more under his wing and care.

Stripped of your income, support system and any opportunity for growth. Once Victor has you in his claws, he will make sure you never slip through his fingers.

Tbf he is content with you just being around, as long as you're safe and sound under his watch he will even if you just see him as a friend and nothing more.

Because while helping you is enthralling, not knowing where you are is the worst withdrawal he has ever experienced. And that man lived at the Capital before, do not let his grown up facade tirck you, he's probably even tried coke and all drugs under the sun at some point in his youth out of sheer boredom or curiosity.

It ircks him thinking you're vulnerable and bare outside for anyone to grab, it makes his brain ache to see you in a situation outside of his own control. He needs you to live in a world of his own making for all of eternity or he feels like ripping his hair out.

Zero expectations are set upon you to do anything. He isn't looking for a slave or a housewife, he just wants to be reassured no harm will ever befall you and keeping you under his watchfull gaze is the best solution he could come up with.

So what if you're basically a glorified pet? You still have your freedom... although limited. You can pursue your hobbies, indulge in his money and even befriend his two kids if you feel like it.

If you get really desperate for company other than his own and the Kains, then maybe he will think about letting you socialise with the other utopians every now and them. The mostly do not pose any dangers but some of them (caught Andrey, Eva and Vlad the Younger) Do really test his patience and boil his blood with jealousy from the shameless sexua advances and romantic propositions they throw your way as if he wasn't in the room.

Still, the utopians are your toys to play with until you're content. Didn't you ask for friends?

But he'd be lying if he said he wasn't thinking of more... forgive his brain, humans are inherently flawed and he cannot help but think of you in rather scandalous ways at times. Animalistic desires of lust and love rearing its head. Whenever you lean too close to him, pat your beautiful eyelashes or call his name out with a faux whine.

He's more than open to a seemingly "normal" relationship with you. As long as you get used to his busy schedule and periods of ignoring the world around him while in deep thought. He lives in his own brain most of the time and you rarely if ever guess what's going on in his life at any give day.

He remains an enigma while settling for nothing less than your whole heart laid bare before him on a silver tray. Proding at the fragile organ, never causing it any harm as he caresses it with gentle fingers. Feigning ignorance of the way his mouth waters, salvia dripping down the sharp fangs.

But again, he's down to compromise. You can only go places if he's by your side, even his own brother, the judge, he doesn't trust to accompany you alone.

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God that was a fucking treat to write and think about. Talking with you is always so fun, I can just let go and say everything on my mind. When writing fanfics or sharing my thoughts to others I always trim the edges and make sure I'm not repeating myself yk? I have to put in effort to make my thoughts presentable and tied nicely with a bow, compress it down to bite sizes.

But man i am living the dream! A wall of text! my purpose in life! I wrote so much in such a short time that my fingers actually hurt.

Anyway I have more so let's keep going!

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YANDERE BIG VLAD MY BELOVED.

He'd also fall on the overprotective category but not possessive controlling like Victor Kain. No, He'd want you to genuinely be happy.

Spoils you rotten, without decorum or an excuse. Literally buys you anything and everything, even the things you don't ask for he will get you just because he thought you might like them.

The softest thing with you despite how harsh and uncaring he is with others.

Don't get him wrong. He is still a ruthless businessman with shady and amoral practices, he simply does not care. The only things worth it in this life are the people you love, and he loves his family the most.

Including you! Surprise! He starts considering you part of his family. His love is definitely not just platonic however but he does hold the most shame when it comes to getting together with someone after his dead wife yk?

Especially if you're younger, oh my god he lacks morals yes but this is just humiliating. He gets over it easily.

If you want someone who is extremely self-aware and the guilt of lusting after a young adult really eats him up to the core, then look at none other than Alexander Saburov. Not only is his wife still alive so triple the shame and guilt, but also you're a 20/30 something cutie and he well past middle age. He is getting his ass beaten by his conscience inside his own mind and having a moral crisis.

Anyway, back to Big Vlad. I think he'd try to make you get with his son as a way to coerce you into joining the family, especially if you say he is too old for you.

Try saying Victor Kain is too old for you and that old man 404 errors on the spot then quickly recovers pulls up the shady "well the passage of time is subjective and age does not define a human's mind as long as they are a sound adult" argument. I don't think he himself remembers the fact he is almost 60. Age and time is just a suggestion to the Kains.

However Big Vlad would never pull the "becoming your boss" move ever. He wants you to see him as someone close and in an intimate light, that move will just ruin everything he has built. If he wants to throw money your way then he will shamelessly do it without tact and no one can stop him.

You do get your own worms bodyguards and nice herb brides who watch over you courtesy to him however.

Alexander might be the biggest simp in yanderes but he will hesitate before doing something which conflicts with his convictions.

Big Vlad however, will not.

Your suggestions are heard and the changes you demand in his treatment of the kin are immediately obeyed. He tries his best to please you and make you happy, you literally have this man wrapped around your pinky.

A single kiss would have his brain haywire, all it takes is a pat of your pretty eyelashes and a cute pout and all the complaints fizzle from his brain. You immediately win the argument by default.

While sex is good and all, I feel like he is more of a romantic at heart. Genuinely a big doofus in love and would melt over something as simple as hand holding or having you sleep against his chest. He lives for the early morning breakfast where your eyebrows are scrunched from being so sleepy, as you walk over and sink into his arms.

If Victor Kain treats you like a glorified pet and Alexander Saburov like the temptation & sin incarnate then Big Vlad treats you like royalty, a literal prince/princess fallen into his lap and he's the king who will ensure you have the most pampered and spoiled life ever.

You're not helpless in Big Vlad's eyes, he doesn't infantilise you like Victor Kain does. If anything you're the most capable and talented person in the entire world, which is why you deserve everything good and sweet in it.

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I have so many more ideas and concepts! I love your idea of Maria and Katerina treating the reader like a doll and dressing you up then making out with you- Like you're just a beautiful thing to them to cuddle with as they fall asleep and string along on dates.

Yandere Maria wouldn't care what you have to say, she never begs or asks, she just takes. The day she decides you are here doll, everyone acknowledges that you are off limits because who in their right mind would oppose Maria??

And while Katerina doesn't hold much power, her husband is the leading authority over the town criminal and justice system. He is also the biggest simp to her and is 100% okay with being a cuck if it means his wife is happy.

If having you as her precious doll to dress up, smooch, and play with will put a stop to her morphine addiction, then he'd step over his own morals and look the other way.

YANDERE ASPITY MY LOVE. She has potential! I adore non-humans obsessing over a human. You're not like other humans, you're full of surprises and she wants to test and study you more. You make her see worth in her life and the world beyond the earth and why she was born.

I also like the implication that since she is literally a piece cut from boddho's heart and moulded into a person like clay, that if she falls in love with you then the earth itself would too. With Yandere Aspity you get a Yandere Boddoh and the entirety of the kin for free!

Maybe even possessive Aspity who doesn't want to share you with the earth, who refuses to hand you over and wants you to be hers. A piece of the earth defying its original self, establishing herself as her own person by choosing to love you and never share you.

But my food already went cold, and my fingers are growing numb, so I will cut it short for now.

Ha. Short. I say while having written the entire front page article of a gossipy small town's newspaper.

Do tell me about your thoughts! I love hearing them and reading what you write! Be it your thoughts about other yanderes or your opinions of what I have written. Or even an entirely different concept in general.

Lastly, thank you so much for the praise! I'm glad you liked my Andrey fic. He was a bit challenging to write because as you can see I specialised in romanticism and down bad old men and he's a fuck boy with anger issues and a renaissance man. So I had to conceade that no, he won't take you on picnics but he will take you to get your nipples pierced and maybe get a matching set of his own.

I'm happy you like my smut! I struggled a lot with figuring out how to write it ironically- I stuided romance and fluff I didn't take any good dick courses! So I only improved through trial and error, I changed my smut style so many times ah- The current one is the one I like most!

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I really appreciate you writing all that out! Your replies are always so thoughtful <33 Thank you for sharing.

I knew being aro was a spectrum, but wow, there are so many different flavors. It's fascinating, really. As for me, I could do without the flowers and poetry, the grand dramatic gestures; romantic gestures in public? - gtfo of here. But I get crushes, the whole butterflies in my stomach deal, daydreaming to a detrimental degree.

I want tenderness! Soul crushing devotion! For, like you said, "my favorite person to stay with me only." But as you also pointed out, you can have all of that without romance. I've never really had a best friend that I would drop everything for, and for me the tenderness and devotion is itself romantic? I'm also quite touch-averse, so if I actually want to cuddle, etc. with someone, that pretty much automatically means I see them in a way that goes beyond platonic.

Tbh I'm not sure I'll ever be able to define it, but that's okay ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ It is funny how we share the same taste in characters and x reader stories though! Smut with feelings is probably my favorite as far as x reader fic goes. Even if those feelings are unhealthily obsessive; I'll eat up yandere fic too.

I love what you said about Daniil. I'm gonna cave one day and buy P1 aren't I 😮‍💨 He loves her essence and soul!

That's something I never picked up about Vlad Jr. before. Interesting. I see what you're saying about Capella. And you're so right about the "robotic" character = aro stereotype!! I can't wait to meet Aglaya again during this playthrough (just started day 6).

I'm glad you think romance is fun to write!

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Yandere pathologic omfg I would love to talk and write about that actually. My take on Yandere is exactly the helplessly in love an extremely devoted to that person. I write them less murder and kidnapping crazy because eh I don't really like that aspect, however the unconditional love and soul crushing devotion? Their love suffocating them with every breath they take not by your side? the paranoia and extremely jealousy? Yeah I ADORE these aspects

Maria Kaina and Andrey Stamatin feel like the most yandere-ish out of the bunch by nature tbh.

Eva has potential too! but she'll be more of a sweet guilt tripping toxic gf than a yandere. Like a puppy love crush yandere? Sickingly sweet.

Yulia and Vlad the younger are more on the chill side. The loose leash side where you think you can roam free but how come everyone around you is pulling away? They don't try to control you or be toxic to you in any way, instead it's others they intimidate into submission or trick into backing off. If there is no competition then you'll definitely run into their arms. It's them or absolute loneliness you see.

The more unstable Yanderes who need constant reassurance and are suffocatingly clingy and overprotective are Anna, Rubin and Oyun probably. Rubin will set himself on fire just to keep you warm and is the biggest drama king when it comes to seeing you get close to anyone else, he gets all mopy and extremely sad until you have no choice but to leave the person and comfort him.

Alexander Saburov and Alexander Block are both on the self-aware type. They're very aware of how wrong their feelings and extreme urges are. How you don't belong to them and they try desperately to resist the temptation but god you're just so sweet what if something bad happens to you? what if someone else whisks you away? They can't have that. They control themselves 90% of the time and are the best at keeping their real intentions hidden while they show you a calm facade.

Katerina feels the most prone to jealousy and spite.

Daniil the most passive aggressive. He tries to stick to his morality compass and have plausible deniability. Like he justifies his actions and urges by any means necessary to prove he is in the right and you're overreacting actually.

Artemy would start as self-aware but slowly give in to his heart's desire because it feels right so it must be right.

Do tell me your thoughts and ideas about yandere pathologic 👀 I'm curious and dying to talk about the great potential oh my god Yandere Aspity my beloved

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If you ever get P1, wait until it's on sale. I got it for like 2$ from fanatical during a random sale? It's so much easier than P2 and the writing is funnier and less serious at a lot of times.

I do enjoy our talks <3 I'm happy whenever you're here.