#I'm sure she'll be very normal and well-adjusted!

[therealandian]

can't remember if I've posted about my space gays much but I've added my new favorite character I think everyone will love simply for being the epitome of angy

there's also a familiar face in here!

“—don't need you to carry me arou—oh, look! Great! There's two more!” There were three figures standing in a circle, and their heads swiveled to watch Alessio and Jirard step into the room. The door hissed shut behind them with a deafening click! A smaller creature struggled in the arms of one of the individuals standing there, finally biting down on their arm in a rage. The person let out a yelp of pain and clutched the wound, dropping the creature that resembled a fluffy cat, but had four ears and a forked tail. Its eyes were silver and far too clever. Its fur was probably white, but it was presently covered in mud. “How come you two fuckers look the same?” Alessio cocked his head to one side, glancing at Jirard. “Am I crazy, or did that cat just talk?” “I'm pretty sure that was the cat, yeah,” Jirard affirmed. He crouched down closer to the creature's level. “Sorry, what?” “You two are the same goddamn species!” it snarled. “And I don't know what the fuck a ‘cat’ is, but call me that again and I'll rip out your throats!” The one who had been holding the thing and was now nursing a bite wound cleared their throat. “Sorry about Malo.” They scooped it back up and held it in two uninjured arms, gesturing with a fourth. “They have a nasty attitude and a nastier bite, and they're pretty much always pissed about something.” “Lady, if you don't put me the fuck down—!” She bopped Malo on the head, silencing them, then let them drop from her arms. Malo's tails twitched, but they just grumbled and stalked away in the same manner as a moody cat. “I'm Evan,” the woman said, clapping two of her four hands together and curtsying. Mud-soaked hair that may have once been a soft blue color dripped in front of her eyes, and she flipped it back with a sigh. “Malo and I have been stuck together for about five years now. Sometimes they even listen to me!” “Um…hi…,” Jirard said, getting back to his feet and not getting over the fact that there was an alien cat with a bad attitude and a purple woman with four arms talking to him. “I'm…Jirard?”

[spread-the-influence]

What would you do for Pomni? Y'know, to keep her safe. To make her happy.

What would you do for her?

"Oh, I keep asking her that question - you know, what she wants! What would make her happy? What problem I could FIX for her! I could do basically most things that are within reason - she could even ask for a plate of salmon! "But all she tells me is that she just wants all of THIS to be over. For everything to go back to normal - for me to 'go back to normal'. "Well, I'm not sure what she's talking about! Everything's as FINE as it always has been, and there's no PAIR OF DENTURES around to stress her out, so this could already be the new normal! Though, I can't blame her - it's a pretty different normal to adjust to! "Still, I hope she'll let me SNAP THOSE WORRIES AWAY.

"Fortunately, I'm a very patient doll."

[ : ) ]

[sarnai4]

Wash it out with Soap

I'm not sure why I started thinking of this, but here are headcanons for how the HTTYD/RTTE characters would curse. (None of them would use slurs, though, because that's just mean)

Hiccup: When he's frustrated or surprised by something. I don't see him using any insult curses. He just has a lot of "what the (blank)s?" and singular "(blank)s" depending on the situation. The twins are probably the cause of about 60% of his cursing. I'm sure something slips out whenever he and Toothless are plummeting due to a ruined tail too.

Astrid: When she's angry or really doesn't like someone. She does use insult curses for hated individuals (both to their faces and not). There's no particular type of curse I see her using more than the others. They just are the result of her being agitated and it's probably best to cover your ears. Snotlout and the twins are the cause of 70%, but a minimum of 15% is because of Hiccup when he does something reckless.

Snotlout: When he feels like he should sound tougher or when he's being inappropriate. It's very possible this is why he's struggling to get a date. He's learning though. Not so many of the insult curses unless someone makes him REALLY upset, so it'll be directed your way if you go after Hooky. Don't go after Hooky. I guess Spitelout is the cause of 100% of his cursing because his awful parenting made him feel like it's the best way to communicate strength.

Fishlegs: When he is L.I.V.I.D. I mean Snotlout just kept the dragon eggs from their mom again type of angry. As in someone went after Meatlug and then his friends. At this point, anything and everything is coming out of his mouth. You might think you know every curse word, but you'll learn new ones that day. No one in particular is the cause since it's so rare. It also makes it scary when it happens.

Tuffnut: When he's almost unintentionally being inappropriate. One-third of him knows he could word it better, one-third doesn't feel like trying, and the final one-third enjoys his friends facepalming at him. Not as many insult curses as those involving body parts and the other ones. There's really no particular reason for them. It just depends on his mood.

Ruffnut: When she wants to horrify someone. She's a sort of tricky one for me to figure out since she actually had a line about NOT wanting to curse since it wouldn't have been lady-like...but I'm just gonna say that it also highlights how her natural reaction to shock/distress was to use expletives. Still, to try to stick with the established lore, I'll say she normally doesn't except for when she's feeling extra mischievous.

Stoick: When he's angry, annoyed, agitated (feeling any negative emotions even slightly). It doesn't take much. He's saying whatever feels right in the moment. He's also not apologizing for it. Try to not get your feelings hurt. If you didn't make him mad, he wouldn't have said it in the first place. So, don't start acting like a...

Gobber: When he's getting excited. I feel like he's a happy curser. Even if he uses an insult curse, it's actually meant to be endearing. He'll be grinning and well-meaning the whole time. It'll take some adjustments, but it's possible to get used to it. If you ever hear him cursing and angry, he's probably about to kill someone.

Heather: When she's irritated, pissed, or talking about Dagur (though this might be redundant). For him, she's using insult curses both before and after they're cool with each other. Other times, the language isn't that harsh. Just a little rough, but it increasingly gets worse as the situation itself gets worse.

Mala: When she's threatening someone. It's actually terrifying because she only does it one other time. She'll go from so proper to suddenly whispering curses and promises of murder in someone's ear. The last thing they'll hear is her cursing them out. Then she acts like nothing happened. Suuuure. (Dagur also loves it when she does this and might be involved in that other time she curses, but the reason is way less murderous)

Throk: When someone insults Mala or the Great Protector. No other time. It's just then and he's swearing like a sailor.

Dagur: When he opens his mouth. Seriously though. This isn't even a good Dagur/bad Dagur thing. It's just a Dagur thing. He's saying everything in varying intensity because there is no limiting Dagur the Deranged. Sometimes, it's because he's pissed. Sometimes, it's because he's so excited that these are the first words to come to mind. And sometimes, he just wants to keep the others on their toes.

[my-little-wraithlings]

Good god, as a fanfic author that writes primarily whump and hurt/comfort (both emotional and physical), watching Renfield had me fucking quivering with need! My whole fanfic career is about making convoluted reasons for critters (characters) being in pain and being cared for. But good lord, I don't even need to work! This movie practically hand-feeds situations to you!

Anyway, my brain keeps rattling around with little fic ideas. A few quick fic ideas below.

Note: All the scenarios below can, in this state of being, be read platonically or romantically depending on your particular views. Personally, I don't ship Dracula and Renfield around the time of the movie but I honestly felt they've always had a romantic pull more towards the beginning of their relationship. Still super toxic/concerning but believable.

1 ) Robert is struggling to adjust to human life, mainly in the small ways. Now that he has his freedom for sure, he's trying to discover what to do with his time. He's not the brightest and each decade he's only had limited in any given culture so he's not really sure what activities/jobs are open to him. His therapy friends and Rebecca have helped him start over but he's still finding adjustment difficult. Because of the murdered cops, he's unable to get back to his apartment currently until the complex can be cleaned up and cleared for people to go back home. Meanwhile, he's living with Rebecca. The problem is that she is an incredibly strong presence and Robert is living in her "territory". It doesn't take long for Rebecca and Mark to recognize that Robert is starting to imprint on Rebecca as his new master. A reality they have to quickly work to reverse.

2 ) The setting is the past, shortly after Renfield has fallen to Dracula's alluring words. Things happen and they have to leave Dracula's current lair. On their travels, Renfield is injured during the day while he is moving Dracula's coffin. Renfield is still getting used to his new powers, the call of insects do not yet catch his cravings like they will in the future. As the sun sinks, Renfield feels himself starting to fade to wounds that were worse than he realized. Dracula is awakened and finds his familiar in a bad state. The vampire is struck by an unfamiliar feeling of concern. He has grown attached to his new servant. The relationship is new and delicate. An affection that has not yet turned smothering and abusive fills Dracula. He teaches Renfield the rewards of being a loyal servant by healing his wounds for the first time.

3 ) Robert's time as a familiar has made him more than a little strange by human standards. It's things beyond the cravings to eat insects. His skin is pale, his heartbeat is slower than a human's, his body runs cooler than a normal human. He's still able to get sick but it hasn't been something that has come up since work for Dracula. Now that his supply of Dracula blood is limited to a few jugs (I'm taking liberties, shush), he refuses to take any unless he is fatally wounded. When he catches the flu from someone at therapy, it hits him hard. He has no vaccines and his body hasn't had to make antibodies in a very long time. When the fever hits, it hits him. Rebecca is busy trying to juggle her life, keeping secrets from her sister, and helping Robert get his place back. She is struck with guilt when she finally realizes Robert is sick. His fever bumped his body heat up to that of a normal human being and Rebecca hadn't noticed right away. Despite the very real fact that people from Robert's time don't handle flu well, he's still refusing to take the blood. Rebecca does her best to help and the two snuggle up since Robert can't remember what it's like to be comforted while sick. While holding him, Rebecca decides she'll have to feed him some blood when he loses consciousness if this fever doesn't break soon.

4 ) (In the past) Vampire appetites are fickle things. When in an isolated area and there's no food in the nearby seasonal village, choices have to be made. Renfield is the human nearby. Though slight changes have set in for him, he still has the power to provide a meal. He's skittish and frightened by the idea. He has seen his master eat, it makes the bugs squirm in his belly. But despite his hunger, Dracula is being strangely patient with him. Renfield knows it is his duty and agrees to let his master feed before Renfield can cower away and need to be forced. It's a horrific experience!! Renfield feels even colder than usual but is important. He is left alive. And his master's gratitude is paid forward. Renfield is allowed to curl close to his master while fighting off the quivering torment and dizziness of blood-loss. Renfield smiles while he recovers, because surely this privilege means he really is important to Master!

5 ) also, any fuckin' excuse for broken ribs and stab wounds.

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Okay, those weren't short but whatever.

This movie also really leans itself to being extremely easy to crossover with lots of stuff. I wish I was still caught up with NCIS: New Orleans. that'd be perfect!

[emcant]

State of the art (TW below cut, sfw above)

It took Friends With Kids' Kid a bit to get used to his stuffed monkey. A few days ago, his dad sent us a video of them playing with it over the bars of his crib.

It's lost somewhere in the ether, but I've seen a similar video of myself and my dad doing the same thing, and I am so glad that Friends recorded that. Whatever else may happen in his life, now Kid has proof that when he was really small, his dad loved him so much that he made him laugh until he fell over.

I think my role in that process, as the maker of the monkey, always was my career goal. Capitalism aside, I want to make things that people have nice memories with, not strictly of - the finer details of a richer plot in the back corners of their minds. I think I went into film knowing this but not understanding it: I wanted to work on the edgier Adult Swim shorts because they remind me of screwing around with my friends. It's only recently hit me that one gets so much more out of tangible things, and we're kind of turning away from them as a culture. Healthy love is so much more physical than what I was raised to believe.

Anyway, I've hit on something I'd really like to make for myself. I found an old cross stitch pattern of a cat sitting in a portrait pose, and I've customized it for a few friends to excellent results. One of my friends has a tripod cat, and I adjusted the pattern just a bit to reflect that - and she says she teared up when she opened it. In 20 years she'll remember Willow very well, and still have a piece of her to hold. I can't replace Willow - no one can - but I sure can help celebrate her.

I'm pretty open about my folks just consistently stepping in it as parents, largely because I want to normalize it but also because the rabbit hole is always a little deeper than I remember. I've told you stories I hate. This is the story I hate the most.

TW child abuse via animal abuse

My mom used to get me pets for birthdays, Christmas, etc. None of them had a natural death. With the exception of I think one "accident", they all "ran off" shortly after, and I have no idea why. It was 1000% some kind of punishment, but we never discussed it; I couldn't have told you what I did. It comes up quite a bit in therapy because I'm trying to find a pattern for it and I can't. Overall, we're trying to focus on making a narrative, getting down the objective facts, and it's really upsetting to me to have to just boil it down to "my caretaker deliberately hurts things smaller than she is".

The first and the last were cats. Bear, the last one, somehow "hopped" a six foot fence in coyote county... despite being both indoor and declawed. I begged her to help me look for him and she said no and flat out ignored me. Luckily it was my dad's night, and despite the half hour between their houses, he ran me home and we whipped right back out there with "lost" flyers. He doesn't remember it too well, but he was pissed. He very pointedly stapled one to the same fence that Bear got over. Later my mom chewed us both out, I suppose for standing up. We never did find Bear (he wasn't lost) but it never happened to a living thing again, thank goodness. After that my clothes started walking off on their own, but between the two options, I'd take that in a heartbeat.

The first cat was named Pogo, who did have claws and was indoor/outdoor - and also, I wasn't more than 5, and the pattern hadn't started yet. He "ran off" sometime between my dad moving out and my mom and I getting an apartment. I spent a distraught week calling for him every time I was outside, and that was the end of it. I guess I'm still a little surprised; it wasn't yet something I could see through.

Frankly I feel terrible that there is no memorial for Pogo. I can still picture him pretty clearly, and so can my father- he was loved, and his life was forcibly cheapened by someone who hated us more than she loved him.

I believe I'll stitch him up so we can all remember what he looked like.

[pangtasias-atelier]

heyyy could you write a keaton x xander fic where xander has been fattening keaton up and keaton is in massive denial about his weight until he's immobile and forced to realize?

I kinda forgot how much y'all love fates cause like outside of this community so many bitches rag on it. But I'm right here with y'all on seeing the men get fat as fuck abjsnasn

I hope you enjoy this cause I feel like I'm bad with Xander since I don't like him much but did have fun going back and seeing some his supports to like try and do him some justice

Warning: This is a fetish story!

"Looord Xanderrr," Peri skipping down the hallway, her hair as bright as her current attitude, bounces along with her movement. She hums to herself with both her eyes closed after having announced herself. 

Her fellow coworker walks behind her. Walking normally unlike Peri, Laslow's steady pace has him keeping up with her. For once, he keeps a rather serious demeanor to him with no maidens around for him to hit on. Though he does look forward to heading off into town after his last report for the day. Standing in front of the door to Xander's study, he only knocks once before the door opens. "Your majesty, your-"

"Stuff it, Laslow. He told me," Peri smiles to herself, the lethal knight radiating nothing but positivity. "Your pet asked me to come get you. Said that he's absolutely starving,"

"Keaton is my husband, Peri. Not a pet," He walks out of his study with a frown marring his pristine, chiseled face. 

"Aww, but you sure do stuff him like one though,"

Laslow's eyes widen from Peri's blunt words, even the swordsman unable to bring himself past simple jokes or teasing. "I'll make sure to speak with her over-" Laslow holds back a grumble as he gets interrupted again. 

"No need. I must admit, Keaton has been eating quite a lot. Though I am to blame for indulging my husband," Xander smiles to himself. He adjusts his clothes before going to see his lovely husband.

"Well, as long as he's happy I guess," Laslow stands back, ready to be dismissed at any moment.

Peri seems to have no tact whatsoever unlike her coworker. "He's also pretty fat too,"

Laslow shuts his eyes, ready for a lecture.

"Indeed. It suits him well, doesn't it?" Xander mentally gushes over his husband, envisioning the wolfskin's pudgy little love handles that puff out from his too tight vest and his soft, squishy thighs that stretch his pants.

"Of course! Of course, your majesty," Laslow blurts out. Eyeing Peri, he hopes she'll get his hint.

She doesn't. "Yep. He looks so soft and squishy now! You've done a number on his waist," 

"Yes, he is very soft," Xander catches his own thoughts and coughs into his fist. "But regardless, you two are dismissed for the day,"

Laslow already drags Peri away by her hand. "Thank you, your majesty! Take care,"

Xander heads back to his husband from now being left alone. His study is rather close to the two's shared room, so it only takes him a few moments to reach his husband. His entire face turns a soft shade of red upon the sight of Keaton, the same lovely shade that resembles Keaton’s gut when stuffed with an extra serving of food past his usual intake. 

Keaton currently lays down on the expansive couch, all plump three hundred pounds of him Resting on his back, his overly stuffed belly juts out above him. Keaton’s vest is completely useless now from his extra weight. All of the buttons on the black vest are gone, every single last one popped several meals. His button up fares better. Only marginally so, the buttons able to at least hold on for dear life as the fabric tries its hardest to wrap around the extra adipose. The white fabric is bunched up around his soft bundles of flab that make up his rolls. The fabric shows off more than just his chest now. Bits of Keaton’s flabby gut poke out in between the holes where his buttons barely manage to stay together. And the underside of his gut is completely exposed; neither his shirt nor his vest manage to cover up Keaton in all his entirety with so much extra width to cover. Keaton’s chest presses against the soft fabric of his shirt and vest. Two soft well cared for breasts adorn his plush body, the two breasts a large departure from Keaton’s once defined pecs. The inner bits of adipose from his chest are still exposed with the upper buttons left completely undone. The back and sides of Keaton’s clothes also struggle to withhold all his flab. The materials billow out from his soft, squishy love handles and the side of his chest. With more to cover now from the extra weight, Keaton’s widened back that’s adorned with small overlapping bits of pudge help stretch the clothes to their limit even further. 

Keaton’s pants are unbuttoned, the far too tight pants undone midway through his gorging. His thighs show off the fine craftsmanship behind the pants. Zero holes or tears throughout the entire fabric, the slightly stretchable material hugs his thick frame like a second skin. Keaton’s large thighs have some room between them with how he spreads his legs on the couch. With keaton’s position, his doughy fat pad presses against the taut pants. The two perky, smackable cheeks making up his ass similarly stretches his clothes.All of the belts and straps that used to wrap around his thighs are gone now with Xander having them removed some time ago after Keaton’s numerous complaints about the items magically shrinking rather than any other much more likely reason for the tight fit, like his extra weight.

Despite being the very reason for his extra weight—along with some extra help from Xander—Keaton finds every fault or excuse for his increasing issues from his weight besides himself or his husband. A miscast spell, a poorly washed outfit that shrunk, Nohrian furniture not as big or sturdy compared to his village, or even a hex casted on him—the latter thought coming to Keaton during his most lucid moments of only being a smidge off the actual reason—are all far more convincing and compelling reasons to explain his issues than any actual overindulgence on his part. 

And Xander finds the blissful ignorance far too adorable. Almost as loving and charming as his husband’s bloated, flabby body. “You called for me, love?” Xander kneels down on the floor. In the comfort and sanctity of their own room, he presses his face into Keaton’s gut; the warm belly audibly churns and rumbles as it digests the feast he just ate. 

“I’m hungry,,,” Keaton whines like nothing could matter more than satiating his own seemingly insatiable hunger. His eyes are closed, both of them shut tight in something reminiscent of pain as Xander applies only the slightest bit of pressure. 

“It pleases me to see how much you adore the cuisine here. Allow me to hand you the rest of your meal,” Removing himself from Keaton’s bloated gut, Xander reaches for the last plate of food. A small bowl of alfredo, the carb laden dish already has Keaton’s gut gurgling as if in a vain hope to deter its owner from eating more. But Xander stops the nearly improbable chance from happening anyways by feeding the already stuffed Keaton. 

And Keaton dutifully eats. He doesn’t bother to hide his own satisfaction as Xander feeds him another forkful and then another. His tail even attempts to wag despite being pinned under his own weight. “So good,” Keaton wheezes out as Xander finally feeds him the last remaining forkful. Every single meal so tantalizingly delicious, he couldn’t help himself but crave more of it, even with an already stuffed gut.

“I’ll let the chefs know how much you enjoyed the meal,” Xander plants a kiss on Keaton’s exposed gut, the lowest button gone halfway through the pasta. “And I’ll have them make more so it’s ready after your nap,”

“Yeah, lots of it too,” Keaton lets out a yawn that wracks his entire body with fatigue. “Love you,” He allows his body to take the desperate post binge nap it needs, Keaton snoring away not even minutes afterwards.

Xander delivers on his promise and Keaton’s request. More than enough food to go around, Keaton certainly never has to worry about ever going hungry with his husband to take care of him. And regardless of how much Keaton needs to eat just to reach base level satisfaction or how his upsized clothes rip and tear or the way furniture begins to shake and creak the fatter he gets or how out of breath he gets from the simplest of movements, Keaton never even thinks to blame his own gluttonous, hedonistic self or the loving albeit selfish desires of his husband who all too easily fattens him up. Instead, he simply allows himself to glut out to his and Xander’s heart’s content.

“Only a few more steps,” One overladen arm over his shoulder, Xander is completely calm as he helps his husband walk. 

The complete opposite of Xander, Keaton is a tired, wheezing mess that only manages to walk around with the aid of his adoring husband who secretly, only to Keaton, fattens him up. “The servants must've *groan* moved everything further,” His face drenched in sweat just from getting out of bed and waddling to the couch, Keaton would wipe off the buckets of water pouring down his face if not for the difficulty that comes from lifting up an arm that is larger than his head now. “And you’re dieting. You’re so small,” Keaton mutters right as Xander helps him get to the couch. Which he allows himself to completely fall on top of this time, his knees swaddled in copious amounts of flab wishing nothing more than to give out and rest.

And the couch gives out from underneath him, already cracked and straining legs completely broken in half from the pile of lard for a wolfskin that sits atop it.

“And the furniture is weak ughhh,” Keaton has his porcine head tilted back. His eyes shut, he slowly attempts to catch his breath. His jowls jiggle as he puffs his cheeks out with each deep breath he takes. Even Keaton’s multiple chins wobble from his heavy breathing, the sounds comparable to someone running a marathon.

Xander dabs Keaton’s ponderous figure with a towel in the meanwhile. Careful not to put too much pressure on his husband, Xander adores the sight of his titanic love. 

Most of the couch taken up by Keaton, his lard overflows the broken furniture. His ample gut that juts out in front of him sags off the cushions. Enough to drape down and slightly press and rest against the plush carpet. Keaton’s enormous gut comes close to rivaling his transformed state; the large mass of fat big enough to look even too much in his beast form. His gut currently gurgles for more food despite already having his breakfasts followed by breakfast desserts in bed. Keaton’s gut is the largest part of him, the always stuffed and crammed belly growing fatter by the day. His chest also a large recipient, the two meaty, pendulous breasts that always sway and slosh against the rest of his lard now comfortably drape down his blubbery pile of fat for a body. Keaton’s large moobs press against his jutting love handles along with his arms as well. His thighs so ponderously wide, the two pillars for legs are practically stuck together; the only thing that breaks up the glued together large thighs is Keaton’s cascading waterfall of a gut that needs as much space as it can get. Which it does. Keaton’s thighs are spread as far apart as they can, the two large, overstuffed limbs splayed out on the couch and looking even larger from pressing down on the furniture. His swollen calves and ankles look much smaller compared to the rest of his enormity. His hands are the same; the two bloated mitts for hands are slightly sunken from the tire of fat that rolls onto them from his wrists. Keaton’s large ass presses against the backrest. The two large chair crushing ass cheeks even practically envelop his poor stubby little tail, the additional limb marking him as a wolfskin completely irrelevant when compared to the rest of his enormous size.

With so much fat stacked onto his body that the wolfskin is soon starting to lose much shape along with his mobility. Something that Keaon only retains a passing resemblance of from Xander’s assistance, his loving encouraging husband always by his side to help him before he could even ask for it.

“Are you comfortable now?” Xander asks as he pulls away the towel from his now dry husband and pinches his porcine cheeks. 

Keaton responds with only a wheeze. Attempting to move on his own, his arms are strained as he struggles to do the bare minimum of adjusting his spot with his massive gut and thighs squishing his fupa. But Keaton is unable to muster up the strength and energy to do something as simple as that. The obese wolfskin quickly gives up, a jumble of groans and wheezes coming out of his mouth.

“You’ve truly gotten so fat, dear,” Xander leans into Keaton. Pressing his face to him, he kisses him. “You’ve positively let yourself go,”

Keaton whimpers under Xander’s gaze. His tail that somehow manages to wag despite being buried under his own lard tells another story. “N-no I haven’t. It’s just… There’s-”

“There’s what, Keaton? You’ve only been able to move this past week because I helped you. Surely you can recognize that. Though with how wilfully ignorant you’ve been,,,” Xander trails off pressing a finger against Keaton’s enormous breast and sinks into it.

“Well, you’ve just been fattening me up! I-I didn’t want to say no to you,” Keaton looks away. His face is completely red, a pout accompanying his blush. Finally forced to come to terms with his size, he still does his best to blame it on anything besides himself.

“Then I’ll stop feeding you so much,”

Keaton, wide eyed, turns his head, face jiggling. 

“If you don’t like eating so much. And being so massive,” Xander reaches to both sides of Keaton. He lifts up both of his arms, the two enormous barrels for biceps squishing his face with each arm larger than his head from all the fat caked onto him. “Then I’ll help you lose weight. Unless you enjoy being so nice and fat and want to get even bigger, Keaton,”

Hearing his name called brings the wolfskin back to reality. As if able to finally correlate his name with his immobile size, he takes a glance down at his body. Nothing but lard takes up his vision, the two enormous tits that are his chest the first thing he sees followed by his ponderous gut taking up most of the rest of his vision alongside some of his massive thighs that aren’t covered by his gut. “Feed me,” Grinning to himself, Keaton takes pleasure at the sight. No more mental barrier into coming to terms with his size, the wolfskin craves nothing more than glutting out and growing fatter after already having worked so hard for it and denying it.

Xander returns the smile. He kisses his husband, one hand buried underneath Keaton’s multiple chins as he caresses him. “Gladly. I’ll make sure you never go full,”

And Xander does exactly as he promises. He feeds the obese Keaton with all the prepared food and then some, hoping to truly see him immobile and unable to move with his help by the end of the day and then even more the next, the two men content.

[lyon-amore]

The half of me Chapter 32

Chapter 31

I knew that I wasn't the best person to go and face a murderer, that I was incapable of defending myself as I should. I had no training, never went with a pepper spray. Rosenschwarz was a town where it was not very common to get attacked when everyone knew each other. The things that happened in Rosenschwarz were, in the end, the gossip of everyone. Maybe that's why Grace chose Colville for Daliah to have the worst time of her life, nobody knows you, it's a city with a lot of people with a lot of problems that maybe one or two only care about you, but if you're with the wrong person, give up.

I'm also not going to be able to talk to my parents about everything I've discovered about Daliah. The secrets that the family kept from me. I had never felt more isolated than ever. They could have told me with the promise not to tell Daliah that I knew, at least so I wouldn't find out ten years later that I have a nephew. Nephew that I will never get to know. And surely I'm going to miss a lot of things after tonight: Seeing my friends again, seeing Seo-ah open her eyes, thanking Mike for the computer program. Although what I will miss the most will be talking to Jake again. In the end I couldn't tell him to do me the favor of sending the files to Inspector Lang, at least I know he won't be as aggressive as Elliot.

Jake…

I didn't want to risk something happening to you again. Did you think I was going to do it? You did a lot for me and I want you to stay alive, safe from the FBI. Coming to Rosenschwarz is not an option for him and I would love for him to see his sisters one day. Missing that opportunity will only make you regret it in the end.

I've gone back to my apartment to change my clothes, something with more camouflage so no one will recognize me, but maybe I need something else. I pick up a kitchen knife and look at my reflection. Would it be too dangerous to carry a weapon? Will I be able to defend myself well with this? I just hope she's not carrying a gun or I'm done for, though if she killed Daliah with her bare hands, I don't think she does. I keep it in my pants pocket, being careful not to hurt myself.     "You know you're going to die if you go, right?" The Daliah from my imagination tells me worried. After everything I've read, I see her again as my sister from before “Don’t think that carrying a knife can change things.”     "You said to finish it" I answer, picking up the mask ", and that's what I'll do."     “Sacrificing yourself is not the right option.”     "Not sacrificing Jake again either" I run my thumb over the butterfly of pebbles, remembering that it is a gift to see him “. And I'm not going to let her kill him.”     "We're talking about a guy who's two heads taller than Grace." Daliah approaches me, crossing her arms "What makes you think she could take him?"     "She'll get angry and kill Jane" I put on my mask and my jacket, pulling up my hood “, she will talk to me.”     “No, she won't and you know it.”     "Jake can't miss a chance to one day live a normal life, Daliah" I walk to the door, ready to leave “. I have lived enough.”      I see that she has disappeared and I sigh. I hope it's the last time I sees her.

I leave the apartment adjusting my hood better. I feel my heart racing and my hands sweaty. I want to mentalize that I will surely die and so will Jane. We will both lose our lives tonight. But if I can fight to go on living, I'll try. In my head I only think about the last conversation with Jake. I haven’t been able to say goodbye correctly, I have left him talking to himself. Although if I say goodbye with a message, it may worry him even more. I'm not going to see him again. I will never hear his voice again, calling me 'love'. His eyes looking at me as if I were the only one in his life. And he had promised to kiss me again when I was well. I’m not going to receive those kisses that made me tremble so much and feel happy. I want to change. I want to be another MC. Take the reins and say 'Here I am'. I won't let Grace intimidate me, I've had enough of her manipulating me with her words.

Little by little it is noticeable that I am leaving the town, there are fewer and fewer houses and shops. It becomes deserted and empty areas, surrounded by silence. A silence that is terrifying. I hold on tightly to my jacket, preventing the cold from penetrating my body. I'm already pretty frozen knowing I'm going to die. I'll be meeting with Daliah shortly. All this time I've been looking for her killer and now I'm going straight to her. I start by going out onto the road, taking the turnoff for the lake. Surely they know what time the police should come to prowl or I don't think she took such a risk to meet us there. She has it all planned. Calculated. She is a true psycho who made an innocent believe that she was her friend. She even managed to trick me because she knew I was going to trust her. Damn, it's always going to be like this. They always end up fooling me because they can see that I'm naive. How could Daliah say that I'm amazing when I'm a stupid who believes everything? It has always been like this. But I'm going to set the record straight tonight. I manage to see the lake in the distance and a van with its lights on. I take out my phone and call Carter, putting the phone back in my pocket. Grace said not to tell anyone, but someone has to know what's going on. 

I reach the lake after accelerating my pace, staying a few meters from the van. I see Grace inside her, looking at me coldly. But she doesn’t intimidate me. Or at least I try.     “I've already made it to the lake like you asked, Grace.” I say out loud, so that I can be heard on the phone.      I feel someone grab my wrist and pull my arm back. I let out a grunt of pain, feeling a breath on the back of my neck.     “Phone, now.” Ralph whispers in my ear.     <<Shit, has he been following me?>>      I pull out the dangling cell phone quickly, handing it to Ralph.     "Good girl." he says, giving me a kiss on the cheek.      I wipe my face in disgust as he walks away, leaning against the car. Grace gets out of the van and stands next to Ralph, crossing her arms.     “I'm glad to see that until the end you are always obedient MC.” Grace giggles, as if it seemed funny to her “Does anyone else know you're here?”     “No” I lie. Jake and probably if he has heard it, Carter “, and Jane?”     “She's inside” she nods toward the van “, taking a nap.”     "Let her go, she doesn't have to do-"     “Our father had a list” Ralph begins to explain. I look at them both. Ok, so they really are siblings. Great. two blood madsiblings “and on that list, the only ones left to die were Daliah, Jane, and you.”     "And that's what you do?" I look at them both, furious "To finish the job of a psychopath?"     "Who was our father." Grace takes a step forward, straight at me. Her eyes flash with fury “. He was the most important person in our lives and you took him away from us.”     "He killed children!" I exclaim incredulous to hear her talk about Krebs like that “How can you tell me that he was important in your lives?! What if he then killed you guys?!”     "He would never have done that." Ralph gets defensive, giving me a cold look “, he was the best father we could ever have when our mother died, always watching over us, that we didn't lack anything. Much better than Armando.”      His words make sense. That is why in the chat with Daliah he repeated that he was not his father. I avoid making a gesture of reaching for the knife, for now it is better to wait. My phone rings and I freeze. Is it Carter? Did he call me to find out what’s going on?     “Nymos” Ralph says with a laugh “, what a ridiculous name.”     "It must be Jake." I look surprised at Grace, who looks at me with a smile “Did you think Daliah and I hadn't talked about this? All the time she was like 'I care about MC, Jake is not good for her' or 'Because of Jake, MC is doing illegal things, And if they put her in jail too?’” she puts on a silly voice, like she wants to imitate Daliah “Why do you think we avoided talking by message? We knew you could look at our chats. So I always preferred to be careful.”       I lower my head, unable to see his face. Damn Daliah, couldn't you shut up about this? I guess Grace made her talk somehow, I don't think she really was capable of giving it away out of hand.     "Come on, don't do that, I've been good enough not to tell the FBI anything" is getting closer to me, walking around me “, his name is safe with us” she places her hands on my shoulders ". For now.”     I separate from her with a slap, walking backwards.

I look at both of them now worried about Jake's identity. They keep playing psychologically with my fear. Ralph tosses the phone into the air, catching it in midair. He seems amused with this situation.     "How could you dare to make the video for Daliah's funeral with everything you did to her?" I raise my voice, looking into his eyes. I must put fear aside and face it.     "It was satisfying to do it" he throws the phone one last time, but this time he drops it to the ground and stomps on it hard “. I laughed while making the video, remembering how she apologized while squeezing her neck hard” my breath hitches when I hear him and I remember the camcorder I received, the audio from the phone “. And going to her funeral was even more fun, she was finally where she had to be: dead.”      I take a step toward him and Grace stops me, grabbing my arm. I try to break free, but she holds me tighter. I grit my teeth looking at her now. I could with my other hand grab my knife now, but she's too focused on me, I need a distraction.     "Was Daliah necessary to be tortured all these years?" I look at Grace and then at Ralph, remembering what he did to her "You didn't have to wreck her life like that!"     “Believe me, it disgusted me more to have to be with her at first, pretending that I liked her” Ralph makes a disgusted face, crossing his arms “But when I finally got to say how much I hated her and ruining her life so young, I felt like everything was perfect.” his eyes show happiness. So open that it looks like a cartoon. It's perfectly showing the craziness of his.     “And you also had to drug her?” I tried to get rid of Grace again, but she squeezes harder “Wasn't it enough for you to just ruin her adolescence by getting her pregnant? Scared and alone?”     "That was mom's idea" she answers, with a touch of pride pronouncing mom instead of mother, as something more affectionate “. She agreed with everything we wanted to do to Daliah because she was being a threat to the family, so she helped us a little bit to descend her further into madness apart from sending her the clippings and that little toy” she take a deep breath and let it out with a big smile “. You don't know how happy I felt when I also saw her with the necklace around her neck, I knew that would make her more confused.”     "The only thing you achieved is that She didn't trust you anymore." I answer through my teeth.     “And?” She shrugs, with a grimace “We were already planning her murder by then, I didn't care if she didn't want to trust me.”

     Crazy. They are crazy. There's no point in what they've been doing all these years. Why? Because did we manage to put their father in jail? It was me who testified against him!     "Why didn't you go after me first?" I ask, with a trembling voice “I put your father in jail thanks to my testimony, he is the one you should have tortured.”      Ralph walks over to us and takes my face in his hands. I can see the hate in them. He hates me. As Irma did, he digs his nails into my face, hurting me. I swallow nervously, waiting for him to kill me.     “We wanted to make sure that the young woman who was saved from her death suffered” he says with a cold voice “Did she feel safe all these years thinking that nothing bad would ever happen to her? Well she was wrong” he lift my face harder and I let out a small moan of pain “. And thus, the young heroine would suffer so much for not having saved her this time that little by little she began to fall into madness.”     “And what plan did you have with Jane?” I avoid being afraid of him, even though he intimidates me.     “We wanted to make her remember her dear little brother in the clippings” answer now Grace “, to feel guilty because she's alive and he's dead, to see what it feels like when you're the one who should have been the one to die.”     "You wanted her to take her own life." I reply disgustedly.     “It would have been too suspicious if we committed a crime again, but we've had a better idea” she pushes me away and I stumble “. Walk.”      I obey and Ralph stands next to me, as if he was also watching me from running away. With Grace behind me I can't get the knife out.

We approach the van and he opens the trunk. Jane is found tied up and with a tape over her mouth. She is totally asleep. I look at her with concern, what did they give her?     “Hey.” Grace kicks off her shoes “. Come on, wake up already.”      Jane groans and slowly opens her eyes, then looks at us in fright. She starts crying and whimpering, wanting to get rid. Her eyes show pleading.     “Jane!” I scream wanting to free her, but they stop me.     "Let's make this much more entertaining" Grace pulls me away a bit, looking at me with a big smile “, the heroine of Rosenschwarz is going to kill the girl who hated her sister so much” she begins to narrate as if she were explaining it as if she were a teacher “, because she discovered that it was she who sent her the articles and the doll, since they both had a very strong rivalry, Jane had done everything she could to get rid of her for always taking center stage away from her” she tilts his head with a look of false sadness “, poor Jane didn't felt well with Daliah using her story to get her performances and then reject them” she starts to walk in front of the door and I notice Jane still scared “. But Jane wasn't happy, she needed to plan it well, make it look like she was a Krebs impersonator.”      Ralph grabs me tight, pushing me into the van, sitting me down.     “She had always wished that Daliah had died, not her brother.” Grace continues to narrate and I hear Jane keep moving from inside the car, surely scared by what they are saying, blame it on her “and when she found out that Daliah's sister was investigating her death, she decided she had to get rid of her too, first trying to drive her crazy, but MC was much smarter and knew everything that happened between the two girls, for later... Take revenge into her own hand for what she did.”     “Sounds like a bad movie, don't you think?” I ask, frowning.     “When MC killed Jane in the same way that she murdered Daliah, she realized that it was useless, because she didn't return her sister” She looks at me coldly, taking a box out of her pocket “, madness had already taken over her and she didn't feel satisfied, just empty, so she took the pills” shake the box, without an expression this time “She entered the lake and decided to sleep forever, in the same place where her sister was found.”      I try to look at Jane out of the corner of my eye, who is trying to speak between her sobs. I lift up my jacket a little from behind, so she can see that I'm not unarmed. Little by little she calms down and I think she understands what I want to do, because she starts banging on the van, which makes Grace start to get angry at her attitude.     "Can you make her shut up for once?!" She asks her brother “She's pounding my head with her whining!”     “She's very annoying, I know.” Ralph hisses, walking over to the van.      As he walks in, he starts to want to hold her, but she struggles, moving. With Ralph distracted, he being the strongest, I slide my hand gently from behind while Grace is distracted watching her brother beating Jane. It's horrible to hear, but we both have to make sacrifices to get away.

I whip out the knife and plunge it into Ralph's thigh, causing him to groan and walk away.     "But what the hell have you done, bitch?!" He screams wanting to catch me.      I get up quickly and Grace walks over to me, holding my hand to keep it from being stabbed into her. We started to struggle and she ended up giving me a headbutt. I walk away dizzy and she then takes the opportunity to pick up the knife that I dropped.     “Did you know? It's done.” she says between her teeth, going to help her brother “Are you okay?”     “Yeah, I’m fine” his voice says the opposite “. I just need something to stop the bleeding.”      I stare at them, wobbling a little. I watch as Grace raises the knife, looking over at Jane. It is a second that I compose myself from the fear that she will kill her, so I jump towards her, as if I had adrenaline in my body. I manage to knock her down and she begins to move the hand that has the knife, wanting to scratch me in the face. I stop her from doing so by turning my face away and try to stop her with one hand and place her around her neck with the other.     "You deserve this for having killed my sister!" I yelled furiously, slamming her hand against the ground to make her release the knife “I'll kill you! You are a psychopath! You and Ralph are psychopaths!”     “Grace!” Ralph yells and gets behind me, separating me from her, throwing me to the ground "Leave my sister!"      I try to get up and he kicks me in the stomach that makes me turn around in pain, putting my hands up to protect myself in case he does it again. God, I think he hit me so hard I tasted iron in my mouth. Is capable a big kick making my mouth bleed? I place a hand on the ground, trying to get up. My arm shakes, I almost have a hard time getting up. I scream as he grab my ponytail, forcibly lifting me up to make me walk.     "I told Grace we shouldn't have talked, but you know her, she's more sociable than me" he says in my ear. I feel his hot breath on my skin. He disgusts me “, instead I wanted to finish it soon.”     "You won't get away with it!" I yell at him trying to free myself from him holding my hair tightly. It's as if he could rip it off with one pull.     "I already did when I got rid of your sister" We begin to enter the water, it's freezing and it makes my body hot from the adrenaline little by little to freeze, unable to do anything anymore “. Now it's your turn.”      He turns me around, placing me in front of him. Getting what he wanted: to see him afraid. He slowly runs his hand over my neck, as if he were caressing it delicately. But I know that he doesn't do it with that intention, but to intimidate me. Meanwhile, I can hear Grace trying to shut Jane up.     "Now I want you to apologize for what you did to us" His voice is deep and cold, I hardly even recognize it. It sounds like the voice of a demon “. Come on, apologize.”      I open my mouth to do it, then remember Daliah telling me it wasn't our fault. She apologized because she had clearly lived in fear because of him, but thanks to her words, I decide not to give in. I wont give up on him. I spit in his face and clench my teeth hard.     “Go to hell with your father.” I say finally.      I know that makes him angry and he starts to squeeze my neck hard. Little by little he starts to push me against the water and I struggle to avoid him, scratching his face and hands, kicking, but that makes me slip. I can hear his laugh as I fight back and I try everything in my power to get it off, but I can't. Little by little I run out of air, my throat hurts from how hard he squeezes. I feel the cold water on my back and very quickly I sink into the water. I try over and over to claw at his hands, freeing myself. Water rushes up my throat and nose, trying to scream for help, even though I know it's not possible. Nobody is coming. I start to get dizzy from lack of air, stopping fighting. I hadn’t realized until now, there’s a full moon.

It's the last thing I want to see instead of Ralph's face. 

*Jake POV*

I had tried to call MC after making a detour to avoid the FBI checkpoint in Evergreed. I had to take another road to get to Rosenschwarz. Unfortunately it was longer. Damn, I have a bad feeling. I want to think that she has not answered because she does not want to argue, not for other reason, but the strange sensation in my body tells me that something has happened. I pass between the cars without worrying that I might have an accident, maybe even the police will have been alerted by my fast speed. And I ca not slow down it, I have to get there as soon as possible.

I get to Rosenschwarz and people start screaming complaining about my speed. I try to be careful not to run over someone either, although I almost did. Damn, where is the lake? It is as if the signs have been removed. I stopped for a moment, taking out my cell phone to locate it on the map. I am thankful that I know how to write quickly and that there is a good sign. Alright, it is to the left, left again and straight ahead to the right turnoff. I put my cell phone away and quickly started the sidecar again.     "Come on, come on." I mumble, clenching my jaw "Fuck, faster!"      I had never been angry like this and it was not with MC. I remember everything bad that has happened to her, I want to erase it from her mind. I want Grace and Ralph to pay for what they have done.

I manage to get there and I see a van and a silhouette, raising their hand. I skidd and stop the bike, removing my helmet to run towards them. I see Grace holding up a knife and I push her aside, then look inside the van.     “MC!” I yell turning her around, but it's not her. I take the tape from Jane and she looks at me scared “Where is MC?!” I ask untying her.     "Ralph..." is the only thing she manages to say, taking a desperate breath.      She raises her pointing hand and I get out of the vehicle to look in the direction of the lake. I manage to see Ralph and a splash in the water. I run towards him, but fall to the ground as soon as they grab my ankle.     "Who are you, bastard?!" Grace asks me, her hand still on my ankle.     "Someone you should not mess with." I reply as I kick her in the face, right on the nose.      She whimpers, managing to let go of me and I jump up off the ground, resuming my target for Ralph. I push him making him lose his balance and I bend down to grab MC from the water.     “I got you!” I say while eating to get out of the lake “MC, I am here!” I yell when I see that her eyes are closed.      I feel how they push me and I try to keep MC's body from making a hard impact against the ground, keeping her against my body.    “I think you're a little late.” Ralph says with a laugh “She's already dead!      I gently put MC on the ground and straight up to him, to punch him. He dodges it and he gives me one in the stomach. He grumbled at me, throwing me to the ground.     “Come on, I have room for another one on the list of people I want to kill.” he says, waving me over.      I take a handful of dirt and throw it at his eyes, leaving him helpless. I got up and pushed him to the ground, starting to punch at him. He manages to stop one and gives me a headbutt, knocking me down now to the ground. He places his hands around my neck, squeezing. It is like he have been preparing all these years with this force, because I am unable to break free. I punch him again and he lets go. I sit up and just as I am about to kick him in the stomach, I get stabbed in the shoulder. I walk away placing my hand on my shoulder, looking at Grace. She has the knife in her hand.

I look at both siblings, waiting to see who makes the next move. I feel the mask damp from sweat and the metallic taste in my mouth. I see Jane slowly approaching, so I avoid looking at her so they will not notice.     “I don't know who the fuck you are” Ralph starts to say, spitting blood from his mouth, “, but you sure know how two against one ends.     “Let's get this over with.” Grace smiles, gripping the knife tightly.      Jane screams and pulls Grace's hair, causing her to drop the knife and they start fighting each other. And with that distraction, I go straight for Ralph, pushing him to the ground. I go to hit him and he stops me and again he manages to knock me down. I reach for the knife as I choke, feeling the tip of the blade. I manage to catch it and end up sticking it in his side, twisting it hard until it comes out. He screams in pain, pulling away from me. I see how blood flows from his body.     “What have you done to me?” he asks rhetorically “Do you think that this way you will be able to bring her back to life?” he lets out a laugh “She's already dead like her sister's whore!” His laughter turns into a guffaw “I'm done with both! They are both dead!”     I grip the handle tightly, feeling anger take over me. Ralph comes at me and I defend myself by digging the blade into his neck. His expression changes to one of surprise, spitting blood out of his mouth. I pull out the knife and he falls to his knees, putting his hand to the wound, wanting to stop the bleeding. I drop the weapon and run towards MC, she is pale and blue-lipped. I check to see if she is breathing, but is not. I lower the mask and begin to do compressions.     “MC, COME ON, WAKE UP!” I desperate cry “DON'T DIE! IT'S NOT YOUR TIME!”      I mouth to mouth her twice and continue to try to revive her.     “DO NOT LEAVE ME! LOVE, DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE! I NEED YOU!”      I remember the last time I cried and it was when I thought she had died. Now I start to cry uncontrollably, seeing how everything around me turns dark tones, mixed with the red of rage at seeing her lifeless, without having been able to keep her safe.

I hear some quick footsteps and I grab MC against my body, pulling us to one side. Grace plunges the knife into the ground, glaring at us.     “You…!” She yells at me angrily “You have killed my brother!”      I hold MC against my body and I begin to gasp for nerves. Grace rises with a smile so wide that Cheshire himself would be envious. When she is close, I swing my leg to knock her down, but she just wobbles. It is then that Jane reappears, pushing her.     "STOP… FUCKING… US… AND DIE!" she yells, hitting her hand to make her drop the knife.      Meanwhile, I return to the revive, even though I know I ca not continue, but I have to keep doing it.     “MC, after this I promise there will not be any more dangers” I continue talking to her, almost in a desperate way “I promise I will even invite you to dinner! You remember? I still owe you dinner.”      When I give her artificial respiration, I notice that it is almost difficult for me to give her air. Normally I am used to controlling my breathing when I run, but with this? This situation has made my whole body lose control of the nerves.     "Jake! Watch out!” I hear Jane and turn around, stopping Grace.      I grab her wrist tightly and she throws the knife when I break it, with all the accumulated fury. The scream she lets out sounds like an animal's.     "This is not going to stay li-" I see how just like with Ralph, a knife goes through Grace's neck.      The brunette takes her hands to her neck, looking for a way to take it off. But in the end, she falls to the ground like her brother.     “Enjoy the ride to hell, bitch.” Jane spits, kicking the corpse.     "JANE, HELP ME!" I yell for her to come over.      Jane bends down and we both try to resuscitate, how hard it is for me to breathe, I can't continue.     “MC, please wake up, WAKE UP!” my whole body trembles with the fear of losing her “I NEED YOU TO WAKE UP!”     "Jake, I'm sorry" Jane exhales, her voice rueful ". but she's not going to wake up.”     “NO! SHE HAVE TO WAKE UP!” I shout her out and resume resuscitation.      That's when we hear sirens approaching, but I ignore them.     "Jake, you have to go!" Jane tries to pull me away from her, but I push her away.     "I'm not leaving until she wake up!" I yell, taking up again the resuscitation that interrupted me.     "But it will be dangerous for you if they find you here!" She pushes me again, separating me from MC “I'll continue with the resuscitation, but get out now!”      I see how Jane keeps her word and I stay for a while looking at the scene. MC will revive right? That’s what I tell myself, perhaps to deceive myself that I have lost her forever.     "I trust you, Jane!" I yell as I get up, running to the motorcycle.

    From afar I see how Jane does not give up on reviving MC. I squeeze the handlebars of the motorcycle hard, just like my eyes when closing them. I do not want to have to leave, but if I do not, they will arrest me and take me away from her forever.     “I will be waiting for you, love, wake up soon.”      I start the motorcycle and at full speed, I walk away from there. I avoid crying so I can see where I am going, but it is hard for me. I do not feel pain from Grace's slash or when Ralph tried to choke me with his hands. The only thing that hurts me the most now is that if I lose MC, I lose all on this life.

Chapter 33

[nogenderbee]

I feel bad for L/N not having a single alphabet yet so uhhh Saki B, C and G please

(also resisting the urge to request an A-Z Minori alphabet because I know you need rest writing these amazing headcanons)

Have a good day ~

Of course! Happy that Leo/Need is getting the love ^^ Also don't worry, you're free to request whole Minori alphabet if you wish! It'll just probably take me some time! But I don't mind it since I really enjoy writing allhabet~ But let's get into this fic finally! So I hope you enjoy~

Saki B, C, G fluff alphabet

TagList: @prsk-krow @bleachtheidiot

⊱ Brush ═ Do they like it when their lover plays or brushes their hair? And do they like to do the same with their lovers hair?

Saki definitely LOVES when someone plats with her hair and loves playing with others hair just as much. She'll trust you with her hair and will actually compliment any hairstyle you do to her, no matter if it's something fancy, simple ponytail or... something horrible... if anything she'll just say she wants to make few small adjustments but will assure you your skills are good! As for simple brushing, she honestly doesn't mind that either! In fact she finds it quite cute when you brush each others hair in the morning.

As for playing with others, I'm sure she was the one who often did Tsukasa's hair both for fun and for any meetings. She's actually really good at hairstyling so no matter if you have long or short hair, she'll do something amazing with your hairstyle.

"It's really good! You got some skills Y/N! Oh, can I do a hairstyle for you as well?"

⊱ Cuddles ═ How does their cuddles feel? How often they initiate them? And how long do they like to cuddle?

Saki is pretty touchy person so she'll initiate them really often! But her hugs aren't really the same, there's actually a small pattern for them... If she gives you a long hug in public, she's probably feeling sad or especially needy, if she gives you a short hug then it's actually normal as she doesn't feel special need for cuddling for a long time in public. If she gives you pong hug in private then it's either normal, she's needy or sad, but if she gives you short hug in private then she's either mad or doesn't feel so affectionate. It may be complicated but you in can get the hang of it eventually.

But let's focus on average cuddles, she'll initiate them around one to two times a day but they're gonna be long! They're usually between 1 and 6 hours, depending on how you feel. And if you sleep in one bed then expect her to also cuddle you for whole night and maybe hold you in the morning for a bit.

"C'mon Y/N! Just for a little longer, please~! I don't want to let go yet..."

⊱ Gesture ═ What are their gestures of love? How do they show their lover their love? And how would they like their lover to show love to them?

So I think Saki's love language is quality time so it's very possible that she'll try looking for some fun places! Of course she's fine with some amusement parks, shopping or cafe dates but going to something spectacular is just so much more fun for her! So she'll definitely try asking around and half of those places she takes you to are often suggested by her brother but she tries her best too!

As for how she'd like to receive affection, I think those would be either words of affirmation or quality time. She's not demanding tho! For her it's enough if you say "I love you" or compliment her outfit or what she did with her hair, or if you just make some time to spend with her! She enjoys just being around you really.

"Y/N! You won't believe what kind of place I found for us! Oh it's a surprise~ But I promise you'll love it there!"

❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉

[deke-rivers-1957]

The Greatest Hero in the Empire Part 9

I don't know how much time has passed. Unlike the last time I had to wait for the empress' request I'm a complete wreck. I eat, serve the guards, and wait in silence. I think I'm heartbroken. Every period of time that could be a day that goes by without a word just eats me up inside.

I'm dedicated to the empress but I just can't get over what happened. Am I gonna be punished or not? I entertained the empress with my body. Outside of killing her that's the worst thing a slave can do. I can't let anyone know how I feel. They'll kill me for sure out of disgrace. I want to know what's gonna happen to me now before I completely lose my mind and start to cry.

"On your feet slave. The empress requests your presence."

It takes everything in me to not run to her chambers in tears. I might get an answer after all this time. If she's alone I won't be punished. If she has a guard or a group of men I'm going to die.

I can see the doors to her chambers and I feel sick. I have to know soon but I'm so scared about what's going to happen. I might even faint from how sick I'm feeling.

As soon as the guards open the door I walk in and immediately fall to my knees. A man's in the chambers with the empress. This is it. I'm going to die. I bow my head to the floor hoping that my complete obedience would be enough. If the empress sees my dedication maybe she'll give me a merciful death.

"Stand tall. I brought a tailor as a mere loincloth is no longer fitting for someone of your status."

I might actually die today. If she doesn't order my death the stress of not knowing what's going to happen is going to kill me. I still do as she says and stand up tall. I have to pull myself together as I know she can that I'm shaking. I also need to ask what she means before I have a heart attack.

"Wh-what do you m-me-mean my em-emp-empre-empress?"

I'm having a very hard time talking. It's a good thing she already knows I'm mute. I just can't let on that I'm nervous. Slaves can't show emotions.

"You are to be fitted with some new clothing. Tailor you brought some samples but tell me whether the slave can even fit in them just by looking at him."

My heart breaks. She referred to me as a slave. Sure that's what I am but I was hoping that she'd use my name like she did before. Is this what she thinks of me? A nameless slave? I have to keep a blank face though as this tailor looks at my body. It's incredible how I have to look down at him yet he's in a much higher position than me. He looks surprised and I don't know why.

"Well, my Empress’ slave is a rather large man, but he is extremely well-muscled. With proper adjustments he will be able to fit in this attire well. But he is so incredibly broad-shouldered and... strong and impressive to look at, that we'll have to have several sizes altered to fit him. The man is simply massive. It is impressive just to look at... he is certainly unique and not comparable to any size or shape I have ever seen."

I don't quite understand everything he said. I think he's just surprised at how big I am. I have noticed that I'm not like most guys. I seem to tower of them and carry things that would take 2 or more people to carry. I never realized that it could be possible that people could be looking at me because of it. The empress did say my body excited her so was that why?

"Have your samples be used elsewhere. You’ll have to take his measurements tailor."

Maybe this is a good thing. The empress doesn't seem to be angry that I'm not normal. I try to calm down and think happy thoughts. The tailor grabs some sort of thin string and wraps it around my arms and different parts of my body.

"Now tailor what are the slave’s measurements? He looks about 185 centimeters tall."

The empress must have some plan if she wants to know just how big I am. Maybe this is something I should be proud of. I've never really had anything to be proud of as a slave before.

"He's easily 185 centimeters your majesty. It's going to take a few days to make something fit this size and shape, but we have the necessary materials and the proper equipment. The clothes will be ready in three days, Empress."

The tailor actually wants to make clothes for me. The empress wants me to have clothes to wear. This is a very kind gift for her to give me. Maybe this really will be a good thing for me after all.

[michaelmilligan]

Midam week day six: SECRET

By now, Adam knew many secrets of the universe.

In the beginning of their acquaintance, Michael had been very cagey (pun fully intended), but even an archangel can only entertain himself for so many centuries without spilling some gossip about the work behind the scenes, or the time before time.

So Adam was very aware of which archangel had fumbled the construction of what star, causing the first supernova, and who had always complained about what particular law of physics.

He knew how the universe worked, down to the smallest parts in existence. Knew what made an angel tick, and what separated them from the archangels.

He knew how God worked, in all the ways that Michael knew it. Not that it was relevant anymore – God's power had been released into the world when Jack had stepped down from the position. Sometimes, you could still find remnants of it, pieces that had clearly been part of something bigger before. But mostly, it had fused with the energy around it, becoming a natural part of the world.

All that was a secret too, Adam supposed, though he tended to forget that not everyone knew God had been a bitch and had been dethroned for throwing a tamper tantrum. (Only to be replaced by a three year old who had been less prone to such tantrums, and who had been wise enough to abolish the position entirely.)

So at times, Adam would make a comment, a totally innocuous one in his opinion, and his co-workers would look at him like he'd grown a second head.

This was a difficulty Adam hadn't really foreseen when thinking about getting a 'little job': That he had apparently forgotten how to interact with normal people. Or rather, he technically knew how, but he was so used to only ever talking to Michael that it was hard to re-adjust.

Sometimes, Adam would forget that they weren't alone, and talked out loud to Michael. His co-workers probably thought he was talking to himself. But it got so bad that he sometimes forgot someone else was talking to him because Michael was making a funny face, or commenting from the sidelines. Not so great when you're currently talking to your boss or a customer, and suddenly ignore them.

The thing was, pretending to be a regular human was hard, and so it came as no surprise that Adam had trouble actually holding down a job. Which might also have something to do with him playing hooky all the damn time to go sight-seeing, or just chill in his bed. Both of which were Michael's fault, because he kept instigating these things.

Technically, they didn't even need a job. Turned out Michael could just get them everything they needed, including money, though Adam was a little reluctant to rely on him like that. It felt like cheating. Besides, having a job made Adam go out into the world instead of just staying inside his little bubble of archangels (yeah, several, at least sometimes) and the cashier at the grocery store around the corner.

So what if the people at his job (and possibly also the cashier) thought he was weird? Or if he couldn't keep a job for more than a month? At least he was trying.

JENNA NEEDS TO STOP HAVING PHONE CALLS DURING WORK. SHE'LL GET FIRED, Michael said one day while Adam stocked some shelves.

Huh? While Adam had noticed that his co-worker Jenna always seemed to be mysteriously absent when she was needed, he hadn't known what it was she was doing. How do you know she's on the phone?

I CAN HEAR HER.

Right. An archangel's senses was far better than those of a human. Still, it was impressive that Michael could hear a conversation that Adam hadn't even been aware of.

Michael groaned. SHE'S BREAKING UP WITH HER BOYFRIEND. AGAIN.

Again?

THIS IS THE THIRD TIME THIS WEEK. I WANT TO SAY IT'S ALWAYS THE SAME ONE, BUT I'M NOT ACTUALLY SURE.

Adam laughed, then ducked his head when a customer looked at him weirdly.

You know this is a breach of privacy, right? You really shouldn't be listening in on them.

WELL I HAVE TO DO SOMETHING WHILE YOU'RE WORKING.

Adam sighed. Michael, we talked about this. If you want to go somewhere else while I'm here-

NO. Michael wasn't using a projection right now, but Adam could feel him pouting. YOU'D JUST GET TIRED AND HUNGRY AND CRANKY.

Excuse me! While Adam was pretty sure that yeah, he would get all these things, that didn't mean Michael had to put it like that. You wouldn't even be here to suffer me being like that, so what's your point?

MY POINT IS THAT NOT ONLY DO I NOT WANT TO EXPERIENCE THAT MYSELF, I ALSO DON'T WANT YOU TO GO THROUGH THAT.

Awww, babe-

BECAUSE YOU WOULD BLAME ME FOR AT LEAST A YEAR IF I LET THAT HAPPEN. There was smugness radiating off Michael.

Ugh. You're a baby. Adam, remembering what he was supposed to be doing, put the last items on the shelf, a little more forcefully than necessary. Just as he started leaving the aisle, he spotted Jenna coming back

ASK HER HOW HER EX-BOYFRIEND DAVE IS, Michael urged him.

No, shut up, that's creepy.

HATE IT TO BREAK IT TO YOU, BUT SHE ALREADY THINKS YOU'RE A CREEP.

… She does?

YEAH, SHE WAS TELLING DAVE ALL ABOUT IT. AND LAST WEEK, SHE COMPLAINED ABOUT YOU TO HER FRIEND ALLISON, WHO APPARENTLY TOLD HER TO 'SNITCH ON YOU' TO THE MANAGER IF YOU EVER DID ANYTHING WRONG.

Oh! Was that why the manager had called him to his office on Thursday? Adam narrowed his eyes, then put on a smile when Jenna noticed him.

“Hey Jenna! How's Dave?” Adam asked cheerfully.

Her face fell immediately, eyes almost bugging out of her head. While she was still gaping, obviously unable to form an answer, Adam turned away and walked off. Let her think he was a creep or whatever.

At least he was able to keep a boyfriend. For several hundreds of years, no less.

Adam grinned. Maybe he should rub that in her face, actually.

If he already had a reputation as a weirdo, he might as well go all out.

[i-mybrunettelady]

For the various questions : "don't you know what you mean to me" for Trammander 🥰🥰🥰

trammander beloveds <3 i gotta start with them, haven't trammander in literal forever <333

--- Fort Trinity, 1325 AE

-- slight nsfw mention, i suppose???

"Need help with those?" Nyra tries keeping her voice as casual as she can; really, her question is a normal one, she sees her Marshall bent over papers and plans and as the military arm of the Pact, she offers help. No need to get it all wobbly and excited.

Of course, she made sure her uniform was as pristine as it was going to get. She even had her hair braided by a norn adjutant, in a mixture of human and norn styles that she thinks suits her face well. He'll most likely notice, but can you fault her for wanting to dress up a little in the middle of warfare?

"You should stretch your shoulders a bit, too," she adds. "I don't know how sylvari bodies work but my back would hurt if I was bent over the table for a long time like that."

Wouldn't mind being bent over by him, though, her brain supplies and she chases the thought away with a pitchfork.

He looks up from the plans and rolls his shoulders back, as she requested. His chest puffs and widens and his neck curves beautifully as he stretches it and groans. Nyra has to look away to save face before he looks at her.

"I was going to send for you anyway," Trahearne says softly. "There are things I need to talk to you regarding these."

"Intuition," she says. Her boots thud along as she comes to settle by his side. Sea wind carries over from the open window and rustles his leaves and the loose ends of her hair. Her heart hammers in her chest, as it likes to do when they're this close and alone.

"Your intuition is very good, Lyss," he agrees. "This is the third time it's made you appear on my doorstep right when I was about to ask for you." There's a little twinkle in his eye.

"I'm just doing my job, Trahearne," she clears her throat as warmth spreads on her cheeks. "Intuition and gut feeling can save your life in combat situations, actually. It's a very useful thing to have when you're out there and alone and looking after yourself." Nyra looks over the plans once more - a simple battle formation anyone would know. Emboldened, she looks him in the eye. "Although you're far too quick to call for consultations for battle plans three times in a row," she adds conspiratorially. "Unless you wanted to purposefully see me?"

"I do find your company quite pleasant," he says, a little stiffly.

"Do you now," Nyra barks out a laugh. Pride swells in her chest. Not the most graceful use of tactics for making a move, but she'll take it.

"It's always pleasant in the company of an equal," he replies, more confidently this time, and his hand comes to rest beside hers on the table.

Nyra looks down on the metal table and smiles. "It is, yeah," she murmurs. Her pinkie wraps around his and she takes a chance to marvel at his long fingers. "Is that what you see me as though, for real? An equal?" She's not fishing for praise nor does she particularly need it, but it feels nice to hear it from him. It warms something in her that she doesn't want or see going cold anytime soon.

"Of course," he chuckles, adjusting his hand to be slightly over hers. She makes a face or he sees something else he likes, because he's just staring for a few more moments before he answers. "You are my equal in every respect, Lyss. It'd be rather foolish to not take your counsel into account, I think."

"For simple battle plans?"

"For that and so much more."

"Flatterer," she says. Trahearne laughs.

"I aim to please."

She later leaves with two observations: one is that she knows the most basic of basic battle tactics like the palm of her hand, and the other is that she is so hopelessly in love with Trahearne. And a logical conclusion would be she needs to upgrade her strategy if she wants to make any progress on that front.

[existslikepristin]

Activated My Trap Card

This one is VERY old. Even from before What A Bummer.

Tags: TheLounge?, CLC, Seungyeon, Yeeun, Eunbin, male reader insert, scary ladies, the most uncomfortable threesome with an audience of one, vote story

~~~~~

You stand in front of the door to Cube Entertainment's offices. You got a strange call a few days ago telling you to come to this address in order to "make a lot of money." You were worried that it might be something illegal, or a scam, but after you looked the address up you got a little excited.

And it seems like you were right to be! After a minute or two, the door opens and you see Seungyeon standing there, looking straight into your eyes. She's wearing a super low cut black tank top, a pair of jean shorts that look like they've been cut extra high for optimal showing off, and the most basic pair of black flip flops ever. She doesn't look surprised to see you.

"Yeah, there you are," she says in her deep, beautiful voice, putting her hands on her hips, "I knew you would be perfect. Come on in. I've got a job for you."

She stands aside to let you through the doorway and closes the door behind you.

Unsure of where to go, you wait for her to make the next move. She does exactly that, walking past you and letting her hand graze past your thigh on the way. That had to be an accident right?

With her back turned to you, you look down and she that her tank top is mostly backless, and her shorts reveal about half of her butt cheeks. There is so much skin on display to you right now. You make an effort not to look, but it's damn hard.

You're about to take another look when Seungyeon spins around gives you a deadly look in the eye. "So tell me... who's your CLC bias?"

Holy shit, why is she putting you on the spot all of a sudden?! She looks like she wants an answer, and fast! This really was a trap! Fuck!

Options: 1. (Picked:) Seungyeon 2. Seunghee 3. Yujin 4. Sorn 5. Yeeun 6. Elkie 7. Eunbin

~~~~~

"Y-y..." you stutter, trying to think about how fast you can turn around and open the door to run.

"Yeeun?" Seungyeon takes a step toward you. She's very, very close.

You stumble back and bump up against the door. Seungyeon follows.

"Y-you," you manage to say.

A mischievous half grin grows on her face. "Yu...jin?" She punctuates the "jin" part by pressing herself up against you. You're still nervous, but you suddenly think you know what this is about (that isn't some shit like assassinating you). She's soft but firm, like you can definitely feel the dancer muscles under her tender skin. Except for her tits, pressed against your ribs. Those are totally soft, other than two tiny points of hardness.

"Nah... you."

You feel Seungyeon's body shiver from top to bottom, and she slides one of her legs up yours, trapping you against the door just a little more. Her hands are suddenly on your shoulders.

"That's what I was hoping. I saw you a while ago. You didn't see me, but I saw a picture of me on your phone," She squeezes your shoulders a little, like she's getting needy, "Do you touch yourself when you see me?"

You gulp. You're really not sure if telling the truth about that will help your case here.

Then it's your turn to shiver, as Seungyeon licks your neck, then buries her face in it. "Tell me which one of my holes you fantasize about being inside the most."

Well, what do you say?

Options: 1. (Picked:) "I've always wanted your pussy wrapped around me." 2. "Do you think your throat can take all of me?" 3. "Spread your ass and I'll show you." 4. "Hole? But what about your tits?"

~~~~~

"I've always wanted your pussy wrapped around me."

...

Holy shit, you've never seen clothes come off a person so fast. You barely catch a glimpse of Seungyeon's nipples before they're smashed against your chest again.

"Well I want to wrap my pussy around your cock," she says, already lowering your pants, "Help me make that happen, okay?"

You're not sure how you're supposed to help, since you're pinned between the door and her paralyzing, hot body. You feel your pants dropping to the floor, taking your underwear with them. Your dick springs up and slaps Seungyeon's pussy. Of course you're already hard.

Seungyeon isn't waiting for anything. She lifts herself onto her toes, and your dick gets just enough room to be able point fully up. Your tip rests somewhere in her folds. She reaches around her back and you feel her fingers adjust you very slightly, and suddenly you feel your entire dick being engulfed by her as she drops back down.

She groans. Loud. You're very aware all of a sudden that you're having sex in the front hallway of an entertainment company's office and look around. Seungyeon grabs your chin and forces you to look into her eyes though. You see stars dancing around them, but that's probably because you're feeling light headed from the pleasure being forced onto you right now.

The look she gives you is... intense. The whole time she's moving her body just right to keep your dick inside her, despite the fact that she's so soaking wet and slippery and at such an awkward angle. She manages it well though.

"Do you like this? Hm?" She asks. You open your mouth to answer but all you get out is a moan as she squeezes your dick with her pussy. Against your stomach, you feel her abs working to make that happen. What a fucking talent!

She smiles and pulls your head down to her open mouth. You open yours too and it gets assaulted by her tongue, dancing just as wildly as her body does.

When she finally breaks away from the thing you could call a kiss, she moves her chest off of yours to let you get a really good view of her jiggling tits, shining with sweat. If you're honest, you've already seen most of them thanks to the clothes she wears, but with nothing to cover them at all they're absolutely amazing.

"I need you to... cum, alright?"

Woah, that's sudden. Does she mean inside?

"The first cum... happens fast," she pants between every couple of words. No wonder, since she's still fucking you while just on the tips of her toes, "but that's what... we need... You need to last... longer for the next round."

You definitely already feel your orgasm coming, she doesn't need to tell you that. But wait. Next round? What is she talking about?

Simple poll this time:

Choices: 1. Take charge and cum the way you want to! She didn't specifically say she needed you to cum inside her, but that's a risk you're willing to take. 2. (Picked:) Are you joking? She knows what she's doing and has a plan for MORE? Don't take charge, she'll make you cum the way she wants to!

~~~~~

No way you're risking doing something she doesn't want you to right now. Not after she mentioned a "next round."

"It's happening now!" you say through your half gritted teeth. You really hope she knows what you meant, but you're having a little trouble forming full, meaningful sentences right now.

Seungyeon gets both of her arms around you and squeezes. Her eyes lock on yours again and you're captivated. You can't look away. "Do it... then."

Her hips grind against yours, and your orgasm hits you like a runaway train. You're dizzy, but you can still notice that she's squeezing down on you. As your cum fills her up, her eyes roll up, she bites her lip, and a grin spreads across her face.

You barely register that you slump to the floor, with Seungyeon's clamping pussy bringing her down with you.

"You dumb fucking hooker."

Suddenly, your senses all come back to you. That wasn't your voice. Or Seungyeon's. Oh shit. You can't see where it came from. But you recognize it. You start to imagine yourself getting beat up by body guards, or thrown in jail, or... fuck, maybe exiled from South Korea? Is that a thing that could happen?

So, whose voice was it?

Options: 1. Seunghee 2. Yujin 3. Sorn 4. Yeeun 5. Elkie 6. (Picked:) Eunbin

~~~~~

With a semi-exhausted sigh, Seungyeon leans to the side and looks over her shoulder. You feel a sense of impending doom as you see that the voice came from the daddy long le-- er, you mean, "maknae" of CLC, Eunbin.

Eunbin is only about fifteen feet away down the hall, wearing shorts (not as short as Seungyeon's, but still revealing her full legs), a blue sweatshirt, and tennis shoes. She looks... well she looks stone-faced as normal, but you bet she's super angry, based on the tone of her voice.

"Beannie, it's all good, okay?" Seungyeon sounds annoyed. She stands up, a wet plop nearly echoing as she comes off your dick. She faces away from you. If you weren't terrified, you would be admiring the bottom view of her bare ass and pussy dripping with your cum. Actually, you just came inside her. You're suddenly even more terrified, thinking about the entertainment company lawyers that are about to sue you into oblivion.

There's a dead silence for a solid ten seconds as the leader and the maknae stare each other down. You barely have the self consciousness to cover your dick with your hands.

"Don't you want to try him out?"

You stare up at Seungyeon's back. Could she make this situation worse? Don't mock the witness!

Eunbin's deadpan glare lowers down and locks with your eyes. ShiiiiIIIIT. Her look goes a little further down, right at your hands. And she licKS HER LIPS, WHAT?

"I'm busy, ass whore. Besides, the bitch is waiting with her cunt wide open," she swears evenly, like she's discussing the mild weather. You would question what she's saying if you weren't so confused, and still light headed.

Seungyeon groans, this time with annoyance rather than with pleasure like earlier. She turns around and bends over to grab your arms and starts pulling. You have to assume she wants you to stand, so you try, but it's awkward, trying to stand without revealing your mostly softened cock. Once you're up, she yanks on your hands, flashing Eunbin. Yet, she only looks for half a second, then turns and walks through a doorway. The same one Seungyeon starts dragging you toward, all the while with your cum slowly dripping out of her onto the floor.

What the fuck is happening here?

And who's the "bitch" Eunbin is talking about?!

Options: 1. Seunghee 2. Yujin 3. Sorn 4. (Picked:) Yeeun 5. Elkie

~~~~~

As you make your way through the door, dragged by Seungyeon, Eunbin is nowhere to be seen, but there is definitely another person. You're not sure you recognize her though.

She's tied down with some soft looking rope to a cushioned table. And the ropes are all she's wearing, with the exception of a blindfold. The ropes are holding her down and holding her legs wide open, but her arms are completely free. Doesn't seem like effective bonda--

The door slams shut behind you, making you just about jump out of your skin. Eunbin was hiding behind it! She has on exactly the same expression as before, too. She must be determined to creep you the hell out.

Before you can do or say anything about that, Seungyeon grabs your chin and turns you to look at the tied up girl on the table again. "See there? That's Yeeun. She's been a very good girl until today. She's only had sex a couple times before, but last month she told us that she wants to be a little slut, so that's why you're here."

You see Yeeun biting her lower lip. Seungyeon reaches down and starts stroking your dick back to life.

"You can fuck her any way you want to, as long as it's hard, and as long as you can do it for a really, really long time. And if you can do that..."

Seungyeon drops to her knees and takes your mostly hard dick in her mouth, diving all the way to the base and quickly sucking off whatever was left from the first round. She pops back off and licks it from the bottom to the top.

"If you do that for her, I'll definitely be calling you back."

You look back and forth from the leader of CLC below you and the rapper in front of you. Should you really? This seems crazy.

"What will it be? You can take her sweet pussy all the way to the moon and back, but she's not on the same prodigious birth control I am,"

You mentally breathe a sigh of relief at that, but also wonder what the hell qualifies a birth control as "prodigious."

"If you're afraid of putting a baby in her though, we already pre-lubed her pretty little ass. It hasn't been used before, but you should glide righ-"

DEAR LORD, Eunbin's ever-expressionless face appears right in front of yours, out of nowhere, "Or you can face fuck her. I've been dildoing this stupid thot's dumb mouth for days to get her ready for your fatass penis, if you have the balls," she says, nearly monotone. You're seriously confused by her rude behavior here and suspect she might be hiding a torture room somewhere in this building.

From the table, you hear Yeeun. You may not be at a good angle to see her, but it's definitely her. You'd recognize that sweet, meek voice anywhere, "I'm ready... please fuck me?"

Holy damn. This is really happening isn't it?

Options: 1. (Picked:) Take that risk! Pussy time! 2. Well, if her ass is already lubed... 3. Don't risk Eunbin crushing your skull. Throat fuck Yeeun. 4. Why is titfucking still not an option?! Lol, jk, we all love her boobs, but she's not big enough for that. 5. Run the fuck away! These bitches are actually insane!

~~~~~

You take a deep breath. This is just plain insanity that you are witnessing before your eyes.

Insanity is contagious, apparently.

You step around Seungyeon, and stand over Yeeun. She's at just the right height, and your dick rests on her pelvis, between her legs. You hear a short gasp of excitement from her... and two more behind you, which is definitely still weird.

You back up a few inches, bend your knees just a bit, and move forward again. Yeeun is a bit small, so it takes some pushing, but you can see the anticipation building on her face (what isn't covered by the blindfold). With a thrust, you're in.

Yeeun sighs and a smile crosses her face. Seems you made a good choice. She's going to like this.

"Woohoo! Now make her a slut!"

Again, you nearly forgot about your audience. Seungyeon moves to stand right next to you, one hand on Yeeun's inner thigh and the other one squeezing your ass cheek. Yay, fun...

For hours, you pound Yeeun into the table. Seungyeon stays with you the whole time, climbing on top of Yeeun, sliding herself all over you, and licking... pretty much everywhere.

A couple of times you have to change things up, untying Yeeun and flipping her onto her stomach, re-angling her so you can hold yourself up mostly by your arms, and eventually scooting her to where her head hangs off the table while you kneel over her.

You cum at least four times, but it's hard to be sure, since you think you went basically numb after the first three hours.

Yeeun seems to have lost her mind around that same time. Her blindfold fell off at some point while you were fucking her from behind and now you can see that her eyes have become unfocused. Every time you pull out to adjust after the second hour, she whined and tried to get you back in. But anything coming out of her mouth eventually turned into needy moans.

You kind of wonder to yourself how realistic it is to have lasted so long, for Yeeun to have actually gone half comatose, or for this process to have "turned her into a slut," but hey, it was bliss for you.

Seungyeon gets on her knees between you and cleans off your exhausted cock (and the area around it) with her tongue. It's a little sore actually, but you're not about to complain.

She stands back up and wraps her arms under yours, pulling you in. "I think you were successful, baby. Yeeun is going to want so much more from now on. Let's hope the baby you definitely put in her doesn't slow her down."

Oh. Right.

"So, what's next? Want any kind of... reward before you go?"

With her hips slowly rubbing side to side against yours, it's pretty obvious what she means, but hey, she asked, so...

Options: 1. (Picked:) You're drained, but you'll try for Seungyeon! Even if it results in embarrassment! 2. You want more, but you don't think you can get it up anymore. Be smooth and give her your contact info. 3. Uh, yeah. The call you got said you were going to get paid money for this. That's a reward. 4. Maybe just something to drink? You're fucking exhausted! (Warning, this option is mad kink territory.)

~~~~~

With your cock just about ready to fall off, you aren't sure how well this will work, but you're willing to try for Seungyeon. You grab her by the hips. A smirk crosses her face, and she doubles down on grinding against you.

You lift her chin up for a kiss. It's your turn to take charge with her now. She coos into your mouth. Her fingernails lightly scrape either side of your spine, sending tingles all up and down your body. Her entire behavior just changed! Sheesh, and all you had to do was take the initiative in grabbing her? This girl changes her mind as fast as she takes her clothes off.

The sweetness continues for the better part of ten minutes. You could swear the room's temperature is evening back out, from the sun-like heat earlier to being very pleasantly warm.

Seungyeon slowly breaks away from the kiss, looking into your eyes with less intensity and more... care. She leans her head back, and you take the hint, diving in and sucking carefully at her neck. Her silent shuddering is only interrupted by a moan coming from behind you.

You can guess what it is, but curiosity gets you to turn enough to look. And of course, it's Eunbin. She's still staring, which is still creepy. But she's also got both hands moving inside her shorts. She's probably been there all along, so you guess she can stay and keep watching. You doubt she'd leave even if you asked...

Trying not to think too much about your audience, you get back to work on Seungyeon, kissing her tanned skin from her chin, to her chest, to her toned as hell stomach, to her clit. Once there, her knees shake, so you decide to set her down somewhere she won't fall. It's time to pay her back for all the oral service she's been giving you!

Seungyeon backs up at your touch, until she leans back against the table in the middle of the room, and onto Yeeun's half conscious body. The skinny girl groans as she's suddenly used as a back rest, but Seungyeon doesn't seem to have any interest in fixing the problem.

This is your moment. You're going to make Seungyeon squirm on top of her rapper. You'll make her explode! You start leaning down, tongue halfway hanging out of your mouth...

"Damn, you're still not hard?"

She's holding you back by the forehead, looking between your bodies down at your lifeless dick.

"W-well, yeah, I mean, I just..." you gesture down at Yeeun. That's where your hardness went, and it's still dripping out of her at a moderate pace!

Eunbin's hands are on your shoulders, pulling you away from Seungyeon. It's a bit of a shock, to say the least.

"I'll call you later! Buh-bye!"

The next thirty seconds are a blur. You're dragged, stunned, out of the room, through to the opposite end of the hallway you came in from, and shoved out a door into an alley.

"See ya, fuckface," is the last thing you hear from Eunbin before the door slams behind you.

What the hell...

The door reopens, and you spin around just in time to get a face full of your pants.

"Don't forget your stupid clothes, you degenerate," Eunbin throws you one last insult before the door closes again.

It's a little chilly out here.

[GAME OVER]

[sorryimananti-romantic]

Mist | Choi San | Chapter 4

Pairing: Choi San x OC (Seohyun)

Genre: supernatural (ghost), romance, high school

Trigger Warnings: paranormal, death mentions, violence

Words: 6.6k

Disclaimer: I do not own anything except my original character and the story. I do not own any gifs or pictures used.

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Seohyun was waiting for Jiwoo for quite a while now, sitting on the desk in her room, doodling in her notebook. She sighed as she shut it, a bit frustrated. It was not like Jiwoo to leave her hanging.

Seohyun considered going out; it was highly likely that Jiwoo was at their usual spot- the park near the school, her home, or the accident site. It was about 10 pm. Wasn't that late, was it? She got up, but stopped.

Maybe Jiwoo needed space.

It was probably this, but Seohyun couldn't help fearing that she had just moved on. If she'd gotten her memories back, that could mean that she was a whole different person now. She might not be the Jiwoo she knew anymore.

Seohyun fell on her bed, staring at the wall, and suddenly felt goosebumps.

"Took you long enough," Seohyun said, not bothering to look at Jiwoo, who had just entered the room.

"Don't tell me you were waiting for me," Jiwoo smirked.

"Oh, why would I?" Seohyun smirked back, and made space for Jiwoo, who sat on the bed with her. "So?"

"So, my dear friend," Jiwoo began, clearly excited to tell her her life story.

And she did. She was Ahn Jiwoo, daughter to two loving parents and a sister to a 16 year old brother. She'd had a pretty normal life; her father was a finance manager and her mother a housewife, and she had a lot of friends during her school years too. The rumours about her father being some sort of criminal were wrong; she had to face those rumours in her life too. They had her confused with another Jiwoo in her class.

"So we were a group of four friends; 2 boys and 2 girls. I was kind of a rebel in my last few months of life, because I just found life boring. I wanted an adventure. Something new. I wanted to travel too. So I was suggesting to my friends that we should do something. They were all busy in their own ways, and I didn't understand. I kept bugging them. So when we were in that restaurant, we had an argument. I knew it was my fault. I stormed off, and I was just about to go back when I got hit by a car."

"Oh... so then you went to the hospital, and they found out you lost your memories?"

"Right," she said, "But I was already in a critical condition. Brain damage led me to death."

"Ah..." Seohyun stared at her. Jiwoo's eyes were sad as she told her this, but she looked content. "So the reason you stayed..."

"The reason I stayed was not one, but two. I wanted to make sure my friends didn't blame themselves and my parents had moved on. And I spent the whole day making sure that was the case."

"And the other reason?"

"I want an adventure," she said and smiled brightly.

"Ugh, you ghosts! You stay for the most stupid reasons!" Seohyun mocked and dramatically threw her head in her hands, which made Jiwoo hit her with a pillow until she was laughing.

"That's my last wish, Seohyun. You think you could do that for me? Go on an adventure with me?"

"Haven't you had enough of adventure though? I mean, living with me is an adventure in itself-"

"I already talked to San," Jiwoo said, catching her attention. "He actually thought it was a nice idea. So we're going on an adventure this week. He said he'll make it a surprise for me."

"Hey, hey, that's not fair? You didn't even ask me!"

"I didn't have to," Jiwoo flipped her red hair.

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"I don't know why I ever agreed to this," Seohyun sighed, handing her bag to Wooyoung who put it with the other few bags.

"Stop being a boomer and get in," Wooyoung said, and Seohyun did, muttering how she should have never suggested this.

"Should've thought before you planned all of it," Jongho snickered and Seohyun shot a glare.

"Everybody's in?" Hongjoong asked and they looked at each other, shouting a yes. Hongjoong gave a thumbs up and took the front seat of the van after shutting the door.

Everyone, including Jiwoo, who couldn't stop smiling, were seated. Seohyun had asked her mom to lend her a van that could fit 10 people, and though her mom had raised her brows in question, she had agreed when Seohyun said it was a trip with friends. She had just been surprised she had friends that were not ghosts, so without further questions (quite conveniently) she agreed, on the condition that the driver would be someone from the company.

She did raise a question when she found out that she was the only girl in the whole group, and there were only 9 people. Seohyun finally told her she was doing a favour for a ghost who had saved her life, and her mother made her promise she'd tell her the story someday.

They were going to Muchangpo Beach. They decided they'd see the sunset there. It was close to Seoul and the only place they could afford to travel and have an 'adventure'. They'd have a fun time, the boys promised, saying everything was fun when they were together.

Jiwoo was sitting between San and Wooyoung, and the three of them were chatting. Seohyun smiled when she saw that San was her voice; he'd say whatever she had to say.

She herself was in the middle row with Seonghwa and Yeosang by her sides. The two of them were also half bent backwards, listening to whatever the three of them were talking about. Seohyun had plugged her earphones in but she wasn't playing any music yet. She just listened to them talk.

"Tell us something about Seohyun," Wooyoung asked, giggling. Seohyun smiled inwardly.

"Well, Seohyun," Jiwoo thought, "she's quite rude, isn't she?"

"She's quite rude, isn't she?" San did his job, and the five of them laughed.

"She's not that rude,~" Seonghwa casted a glance at her, sighing in relief when he thought she couldn't hear him. Seohyun bit her cheek from the inside to stop smiling.

"She's scared of crows, of all thing," Jiwoo revealed, and the boys laughed a little. "She'll never show it, but when more than three crows are around, she runs for her life."

"Ah, I haven't ever noticed," Yeosang said, rubbing his chin, "she can hide it really well."

"Tell us some ghost story," Wooyoung asked. He was clearly enjoying this.

"I have a good one!" Jiwoo exclaimed and everyone seemed to scoot closer. "There was once a boy about her age who had the most stupid reason to not move on."

San almost stopped as he narrowed his eyes at Jiwoo and she assured him it was not Joon Hyuk. So San told the boys, and asked them to guess.

"He wanted an adventure too?" Yeosang laughed.

Jiwoo pouted, but said it could fall in that category, but it was a different sort of adventure. She told them to let their imagination run wild.

As San told the boys, Seohyun decided this was her cue to interrupt. "We are NOT going to talk about that!"

Wooyoung screamed a little in surprise. "Weren't you listening to music?!"

Jiwoo was just laughing and Seohyun bared her teeth at her, making everyone laugh and wonder just what sort of adventure did the boy want. After a hundred pleads from the boys, Seohyun finally told them that it didn't actually happen; she just threatened the ghost in unimaginable ways, making him move on without his desire.

"I think I have an idea of what happened," Yeosang thought, amusement in his eyes, "But I am too afraid to voice it out."

"I think you got it then," Seohyun nodded in approval and Yeosang gaped at her.

"You got it tough, friend," he said, patting her shoulder to comfort her. San and Wooyoung were pouting very loudly, and Seonghwa just stared at Yeosang and Seohyun as understanding passed between them.

"You both are so weird," Seonghwa finally said.

"If I tell you, Seonghwa, you'll drown in shame. Better protect your ears and your pure mind," Seohyun grinned.

San and Wooyoung exchanged glances, frowning, but they shook their head. It couldn't be that bad. Could it?

Seohyun plugged her earphones again, deciding she'd take a nap and actually played music this time.

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"We're here!"

Seonghwa shook her awake, and Seohyun slowly opened her eyes, her hand going in front of her eyes as she blocked the sunlight. She took off her earphones and the sound of waves hit her, making her smile. She adjusted her green dress that reached below her knees, and put her hat on.

She saw that Jiwoo was already out, running along the beach, and San was watching her with a smile on his face. He turned back, meeting eyes with Seohyun, who suddenly felt out of breath.

San was handsome- painfully handsome. And the plain white shirt he wore didn't help. His hair was flying due to the breeze and he ran a hand through them, cocking his head to the side as he watched her.

The sun making his skin glow didn't help either.

Seohyun cleared her throat and joined him, and they both watched Jiwoo, in her jeans and green T shirt that she had died in- her permanent outfit, running as freely as she could, her red hair flowing behind her, her laugh ringing in the air.

"I didn't know she'd be that happy to see the beach. Hasn't she been here before?" Seohyun asked.

"I think she has. She knew the way. And I'm almost suspicious she's doing this just to annoy you," San answered.

As if on cue, Jiwoo stopped, doing a weird dance, then started twerking-

"And that's our cue to look away," Seohyun grabbed San, now laughing, by his arm and went to join the others. "They didn't have to come. They can't see her."

"We figured out a way to enjoy with her even if we can't see her," San smirked.

And that was how, a few moments later, they all were assembled in a circle playing cards.

"Why do I think San and Seohyun are cheating on us with Jiwoo?" Yunho looked at them suspiciously.

"How do you think the cards are in the air?" Seohyun asked, and Yunho grinned. She had a point. To anyone who could not see Jiwoo, it would look like a bunch of cards were in the air.

"I WON!" Jiwoo smacked the final card and jumped in the air. Seohyun gaped at her.

"You cheated!" She shouted.

"I was sitting with you the whole time, don't give me that shit," Jiwoo smirked.

San told them that she had, indeed, won without cheating and everybody groaned. Mingi dragged the food basket and him and Jongho started spreading the food.

"Can she really not eat?" Jongho asked.

"I'm afraid not," Seohyun answered.

"Isn't it rude to eat in front of a ghost?" Jiwoo put her hands on her hip and Seohyun popped a cherry in her mouth, saying, "It is."

San scoffed. Jiwoo kicked Seohyun's leg lightly and said she was going to walk. The rest of them started to eat.

"I heard the sunset here is very pretty," Seonghwa said.

"I've been here before," Mingi took a bite of his sandwich, "It really is the prettiest."

After eating a little, Seohyun looked in the distance where Jiwoo was standing near the shore, the waves flowing near her. Jiwoo looked back and started walking towards them, then stopped halfway and gestured at them to come.

"She's calling us," San said, and they all got up, joining Jiwoo.

"I want to play in the water," Jiwoo said.

"What's stopping you?" Seohyun asked.

"With you all, you dumbass," Jiwoo laughed and took her hand, leading her to the shore.

"Hey, hey, easy there," Seohyun laughed and let out a little yelp as the waves hit her bare feet. "The water is so cold!"

Jiwoo bent down and sprayed the water on Seohyun, smirking.

"Oh no, you did not!" Seohyun bent down and sprayed back before she could run. And so started a battle of getting each other wet. They all forgot all their worries for a while, running around in the waves, laughing as loudly as they could, laughing even louder when one of them got Jiwoo. By the time it got darker, they were all quite wet.

Yunho and Yeosang ran back to get towels for everyone, throwing them one each, and wondering if Jiwoo should have a towel. Seohyun said there was no need, but Jiwoo snatched hers once she was done.

"The sunset's here, guys," Yeosang said.

They all stood silently, side by side, watching the sky change to brilliant shades of candy, the sun reflecting on the sea. It was breathtakingly beautiful. At some point, Jiwoo crossed her hand with Seohyun's, and she turned to look at her face. Her red hair shone brightly and her eyes were wet.

"I want it to be the last thing that I see before I go," Jiwoo almost whispered. Seohyun's heart sank in her knees. It was really happening.

Jiwoo looked at San and smiled widely, San smiled back and waved at her. Jiwoo asked him to tell everyone that she was thanking them for doing so much for her. They all assured her it was nothing, and said they were gonna miss her.

San looked at Seohyun, nodding and urged the others to come with him. Only Jiwoo and Seohyun remained now, facing the sunset.

"It's really happening," Jiwoo finally said. A cry of pain escaped Seohyun's mouth. She couldn't take it anymore. Jiwoo rubbed her hand comfortingly, making her face herself. "You've given me an adventure. The time I spent with you, that was enough. Today was for you, Seohyun."

"Are you serious?" Seohyun asked.

Jiwoo nodded. "I told everyone it was for me, but no. It was for you. A gift for helping me out so much. For being a friend. A little sister that I always wanted."

Seohyun smiled sadly, "I'm gonna miss you so, so much. I got used to you, I shouldn't have."

"I know," Jiwoo smiled, kissing her forehead and wrapping her in a hug. Seohyun closed her eyes and inhaled. "Don't cry on me right now, Seohyun."

Seohyun laughed a little. "I'm trying not to, you're making it harder by reminding me!" She opened her eyes and saw the boys, watching them from a distance.

"I hope you'll open your heart more, Seohyun. That's my last wish. You had a tough life, but you have so many people, dead and alive, who love you. I hope you remember that, always."

"Unnie..." A tear escaped Seohyun.

Jiwoo watched the sunset, Seohyun in her arms, and it was perfect.

She closed her eyes.

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Seohyun felt it, felt her presence fade away. She was no longer hugging Jiwoo. She stood for a few seconds before finally collapsing on the sand and she shuddered as tears began to flow. She put her face in her hands and cried her heart out.

The boys approached her, sitting around her, rubbing her back, telling her that it was okay. She just cried and cried, and she knew she was letting go of Joon Hyuk along with Jiwoo too. The proper goodbye that she had so badly wanted, she finally got it.

San put her arms around her and brought her closer, caressing her hair. After a few minutes, she was out of tears. She let her hair cover her face as she rested her head on San's shoulder, trying to normalize her breath.

Jongho handed her a water bottle. She managed a smile and took a few sips, rubbing her eyes. The boys looked at each other. They weren't sure what they should do next.

"God damn me if I ever befriend a ghost again," Seohyun said and finally laughed, making everyone else laugh along.

"Are you okay?" Hongjoong asked.

"Yes, I am, actually," she said, wiping her eyes again. "I'm done crying for a while now." Her eyes went to San, who understood and smiled.

"Alright, let's get some dinner."

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The driver had dropped Seohyun home now, and was on the way to drop the rest of them. As Seohyun entered her home, it felt strange. She felt utterly alone now that she knew Jiwoo wasn't gonna be back ever.

She tried to recall the time, only a few months ago, when she hadn't met Jiwoo yet. What did she even do in her spare time? She could not remember.

Seohyun went in her room and changed into her PJs first. After she combed her hair and scrolled a bit, she got up to turn off the light and saw something lying on her desk.

It was a painting. Of Jiwoo and her, cheek to cheek, smiling, the black cat in their arms. Seohyun gasped a little and examined it. It was really well drawn. Who made it?

She turned the page and saw something written on the back of it:

Seohyun,

I remember now that I loved painting. Since we don't have any photos, I captured us in this painting. Now you have a photo!

Love always, Jiwoo unnie ^^

Seohyun laughed a little as she read how she had addressed herself. "I guess you really liked being called unnie," she thought out loud.

She set the painting on her bookshelf. After being content with its position, she turned off the light, and slept surprisingly peacefully throughout the night.

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"I swear to god if you don't make fun of me when I do something stupid, I'm never gonna talk to you all again."

"Well, that's new," Yeosang commented, "You're begging for it now."

"Better that then you all being like this!" Seohyun let out a frustrated sigh.

The boys were being ridiculously sensitive with Seohyun, and she was feeling absolutely uncomfortable. She hadn't noticed it the first two days, but then she noticed in the little things; how they'd always offer her food before eating themselves, how they'd always accompany her, etc. She had enough of the special treatment.

"You're acting like someone died," Seohyun said.

"Back at it with the dead jokes are you?" San shook his head.

"Technically, Jiwoo was dead," Jongho remarked.

"So did she die twice then?" Mingi wondered.

"Oh please," Seohyun sighed again, "I just want you all to act like we used to. No more special treatment. Please, this makes it worse. I'm already at terms with Jiwoo going. It was bound to happen."

"Alright, alright," Seonghwa said and shushed her. "We didn't know what else we could do. Back to normal, okay?"

"Thank you," Seohyun truly meant it. "Also, I think I'm ready to share my drums." The boys hooted except one.

"Are you angry?" Mingi asked. Seohyun immediately turned to San, who was suddenly interested in Wooyoung's fingernails.

"Now I am," Seohyun muttered, and San smiled without meeting her eyes. The teacher came and interrupted their session, so they went back to studying.

After school was over, the boys decided to go to their warehouse, while Seohyun asked if anyone would help her bring the drums. San volunteered and they walked to her home, the black cat in San's hand.

As they walked, talking about how it looked like the cat missed Jiwoo, San stopped in his tracks. "I think you have a guest."

Seohyun looked ahead and saw a middle aged man dressed like a doctor. He was a ghost. Seohyun shared a look with San and went ahead.

"How can I help you?" Seohyun asked. The ghost got startled when he saw that San could see him too.

Jiwoo had once explained that to ghosts, Seohyun shined a little brighter than the rest of the humans, which was how they knew. Seohyun had just thought she was crazy but now she realized, now that she was with San, that it must be true.

Or maybe Jiwoo hadn't been joking that one time when she said there was a banner on top of her head and every ghost could see it, only Seohyun couldn't.

"I was told you'd help me," the doctor said. Seohyun nodded and he continued. "I made a mistake. I operated on a patient and it went wrong. It was my fault. The patient lost his vision. They were going to sue me, but when I tried to settle it, we had an argument. They gave up on suing me, saying I wasn't even worth the trouble.

"It was a few days later. I went into a slump and started drinking a lot. I was on the roof of the hospital and it wasn't my intention, but I slipped. That's how I died."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Seohyun said, "How can I help you move on then?"

"I want to let the patient know that I truly am sorry, and I want to let my family, just my family know that it wasn't a suicide. I wouldn't leave them behind on purpose."

"But... isn't it easier for your family this way? Than knowing that you are now a ghost? That it wasn't an accident?"

"I think," San began, "that he's right. It's more easier for them if they know he didn't commit suicide. They'd feel really bad if they think he left them on purpose. No one wants that from the people they love."

The doctor smiled thankfully at San. "I'll take you to the patient first," he said and asked if he should teleport the two of them.

"Do you want to come? You don't have to," Seohyun said.

San stroked the cat's head. "I want to."

"I don't know if it's safe for San to teleport. So we'll take the mundane route. Lead the way, sir."

"It's quite a distance. I hope you have money for taxi," the doctor said.

On the way to the patient's house, they had a nice chat with the doctor. He told them about his life, back when he was famous for being a good surgeon. He had never made a mistake and he had always held pride in that. But with this particular patient, he took a risk he knew he shouldn't have.

He told them he had a 10 year old daughter and he wanted her to become a doctor too. He wanted her to know that it was good to save people, and she shouldn't be afraid to take risks but also be careful at the same time and know her limits.

Seohyun was actually touched by the whole thing. It was good to have ghosts like these once in a while; nice, well-mannered ghosts.

They reached the patient's house. It was in a posh area; the patient himself must be rich. The house looked more like a mansion from the outside. Upon ringing the doorbell, a woman appeared, who the doctor told them was his wife. She seemed to be past 50s.

"We're relatives of Dr. Lee, the one who operated on your husband. We're here to discuss things about the case."

The woman passed them a skeptical look, "The doctor passed away, didn't he? We gave up on the case altogether. What do you want now?"

"We just want to talk to Mr. Cho. It's important. Please."

The woman let them in, guided them to the chairs in the garden and said she'd bring her husband. San and her sat down, admiring the lush gardens. The doctor paced worriedly.

"It will be alright. I have a way with words," Seohyun assured the doctor.

The husband and wife arrived; San and Seohyun got up and greeted them respectfully. "I am Seohyun, Dr. Lee's distant relative. This is San, my cousin."

"Have a seat," he said and they all settled down, including the wife. Seohyun sighed and decided she'd get to the point.

"Dr. Lee made a mistake. You must know that," Seohyun said. The wife looked at her husband worriedly.

"So he says," Mr. Cho said, staring in the distance.

"He wants to apologize, sincerely. I'll get to the point. He's here right now. I can see ghosts, the dead who have not moved on. He had unfinished business here, because he wanted to sincerely apologize. He won't be able to move on until he hears your forgiveness."

"Is this a prank?" Mrs. Cho asked, but Mr. Cho shushed her.

"I hope you can prove he's here," Mr. Cho said.

"Dr. Lee told you about some ginseng plant right before you went under anesthesia. No one was there when he told you, right?"

"That's true," Mr. Cho smiled. His wife began to complain but he raised a hand. "That's interesting. My father had a friend. He could see ghosts too. Are you the Mediator?"

San and Seohyun looked at each other in surprise. "That's what they call me, yes."

Mr. Cho laughed a little. "I used to not believe my father and that friend of his for the longest time, until I saw something and couldn't believe my eyes. That's why I believe you too, girl. You're doing a good job."

"Thank you," Seohyun said.

"So Dr. Lee is here? I can speak directly to him?"

"Yes sir."

"Alright. Dr. Lee, it was your fault, I know. But I truly forgive you. There are things we cannot avoid. We call it fate or destiny. What's bound to happen, fortune or misfortune, happens and you cannot avoid it. That's what I believe. I want you to move on, without the burden of my accident holding you back. You didn't do it on purpose, and that is enough for me."

Tears escaped Mrs. Cho's eyes and she wiped them. Seohyun muttered to San, 'wise man', and they watched Dr. Lee's eyes shine with tears to as he said his apology and thanks. Seohyun conveyed the message.

They were offered tea, but Seohyun told them they had to get home. The man offered to help Seohyun out if she ever had trouble with this Mediator job. She accepted, saying she would pay a visit someday.

The three of them left the house, standing in the street and reflecting on what had happened.

"That went rather smoothly," Seohyun commented.

"I know!" San widened his eyes at her.

"Thank you, Seohyun. It really does feel like a burden off my shoulder."

"No problem, we should move now. What's the next job?"

"I don't think I can see them like this," the doctor said. "I love my daughter and my wife very much. Seeing them would want me to stay. Do you think I can write a letter to my wife? You can give it to her tomorrow."

"Will your wife believe that it was really written by you?"

"We had a secret code between us; we created it. If I mention it in the letter, she'll have to believe it. And she'll recognize my handwriting too."

San and Seohyun decided that was convenient, and Seohyun handed the doctor a pen and paper. He wrote a short one, muttering something about how the less he wrote the better it would be. Then he folded it and handed it to Seohyun.

"I trust you. You'll give the letter tomorrow, right? I wrote the address on the other page."

"I will deliver it personally."

"Thank you," the doctor smiled. "Do you think I'll be able to watch over my daughter?"

"Maybe you will," Seohyun said.

"Guardian angel," San added, making the doctor smile as he disappeared. He had moved on.

"Well," Seohyun said, "That was quick. I love it when ghosts are wise enough to actually know how to handle their mess."

San scoffed. "Let's go."

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Grabbing some coffee from a café they passed by, they took a taxi to Seohyun's home. Seohyun insisted that they should eat before they packed the drums and go to the warehouse. San helped her set the table. She had made pasta last night, which she reheated, and had some chocolates for dessert.

"Does your mom ever come home?" San asked as he nibbled on the chocolate.

Seohyun yawned. San reflected. They both were tired and sleepy now. "She has an apartment near her office so she only comes once a week here."

San yawned again and Seohyun laughed. "Should I let you nap?"

San smiled lazily. "Let's just pack the drums while you're still angry. I don't want you to change your mind."

Seohyun threw the wrapper at him and he caught it before it hit his face, throwing it right back. She dodged it. "Come on, let's dismantle it."

It took them ten minutes to dismantle and pack the drums. But it was already night time, and the boys had locked the warehouse and gone home when San asked them.

"Well, I'll call them here tomorrow. They should take it if they want it so much."

"Good idea." San said, yawning again.

"I think if I let you go home now, you're gonna fall asleep in the middle of the road. Take a power nap, San."

"Oh no, I shouldn't. I'll just go," he said and walked past her, only to be grabbed by the arms and led to a room despite him insisting he was not THAT sleepy.

San entered the room and immediately knew it was Seohyun's. The potted plants, the books, the mess. And the painting.

"So that's the painting, eh," he said, walking towards it and looking at the detail, absolutely wowed by it.

"How do you know? I don't think I mentioned," Seohyun narrowed her eyes.

"Jiwoo told me she left a gift for you," he smiled. Seohyun went to stand with him, looking at the painting with him.

"She's really good," she said.

San looked down at her. She felt so small; he was about a head taller than her. He turned towards her, his hand going to play with her hair. "You're really okay, right?"

"I am, San," Seohyun assured him. "I do feel lonely when I'm home, but you guys make up for it everyday."

San nodded. He was still playing with her hair. Seohyun suddenly flushed; they were standing quite close to each other. San noticed her looking at him, her light brown eyes shining.

He seemed to be searching her eyes for something. And Seohyun wasn't sure what it was, but she felt her heart pumping louder every second. She was, oh god, she was so attracted to him. He made her feel so many things just by looking at her.

"What are you looking at?" Seohyun asked- almost whispered.

"You," San said, bringing his hand to cup her face, surprised when she leaned in to his touch and closed her eyes. It made him melt. He brought her in for a hug and she gladly wrapped her arms around his waist, his small waist. She could hear his heart beat just as loudly. San rested his face on her head, rocking them back and forth. He didn't want to let go, he wanted to stay like this as long as he could.

Seohyun sighed. All she could think about was how he felt. Her mind was truly blank.

San finally broke apart a little, Seohyun's arms still around his waist. He was staring at her, his hands cupping her face, putting stray hair behind her ears. Seohyun wanted to do the same to him, but at the same time she didn't want to let go of him.

"Seohyun, Seohyun," he whispered, loving the sound of her name on his lips. She bit her lip. It seemed like they just stared at each other for the longest time, afraid to say anything, until Seohyun smiled at the situation.

San kissed her forehead first, a light peck. When she didn't move away, he tilted her face a bit upwards to kiss her cheekbone, then her cheek, leaving butterfly kisses, making her tremble all over. She clenched his shirt tighter, out of breath already. Their noses brushed and she loved the feeling of it, his breath warm on her. And when their lips brushed, San finally kissed her properly.

And Seohyun's mind went blank.

San's hand went behind her neck and Seohyun finally left his waist, only to cup his face herself as she guided him along. They tasted chocolate on each other. Seohyun was deepening the kiss, she just couldn't get enough. San mirrored her movements, following along, making her bend backwards until her back hit the desk and her hand went to rest on it for support.

San broke apart to catch his breath. His eyes were glazed, and so were Seohyun's. He put his hand on Seohyun's, the one that was on the desk, and with a sultry look and half a smile, he kissed her again, so passionately that it made Seohyun curve back and back until San was half on top of her.

When they broke apart, finally short of breath, Seohyun smirked. "I thought you were sleepy."

"I still am," he said, resting her forehead against her and smiling, eyes shut.

Seohyun lead him to her bed, making him sit. She bit her lip and smirked as she positioned herself on San's lap. San held her by her waist and let her kiss him; on his cheeks, like he had done, a peck on his nose which made him laugh, and finally a kiss to the lips.

"God, the way you make me feel, Choi San!" She sighed dramatically.

"And how do I make you feel?" He questioned. Seohyun shook her head. "I'll tell you later. Now we sleep."

San set his alarm for a power nap and with Seohyun in her arms, they both slept peacefully. When the alarm did go off, Seohyun didn't budge. With a kiss on her forehead, he left the house.

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"There's something wrong with Seohyun," Yeosang announced and everyone turned to look at him.

"There's more?" Wooyoung asked sarcastically and Seohyun glared at him, turning to look at Yeosang, asking him what he meant by that.

"I don't know," Yeosang threw his hands in the air, clearly frustrated, "She keeps smiling to herself. It's creepy."

Seohyun and San shared a look and San, despite his struggle not to, burst out laughing. Seohyun pursed her lips, trying not to smile but failed.

"See?" Yeosang pointed at her, "Has she ever smiled like this?"

Wooyoung was looking at San and Seohyun. "You both.... Is there a secret I don't know about!?"

"I don't have secrets anymore..." Seohyun lied shamelessly, shrugging. San put his hands in the air and said, "I only laughed because of what Yeosang said."

"No, you're looking at each other with the most disgusting look in your eyes," Yeosang observed, "Don't tell me you two..."

"Ah, no, that cannot have happened!" Hongjoong waved him off as Seonghwa gasped.

"How could you even suggest such a thing?" Seonghwa shook his head, clearly disappointed in Yeosang.

"No, I didn't even say anything yet..." Yeosang looked at Seohyun to apologize but she smirked at him, making his eyes go wide.

"I am RIGHT! Something happened between these two, she smirked at me!"

Seohyun immediately put her poker face and looked at Mingi and Jongho, who were right in front of her, with the most innocent look in her eyes. "Did you see me smirk?"

Mingi and Jongho shook their heads. Yeosang shot Seohyun a glare. "I know I'm right. If this turns out to be true..."

"Stop being so dramatic," San said, shushing Yeosang, and got up to drink water.

They were all in the warehouse, having just left school, and were currently relaxing and drinking juice, chatting with each other. Yeosang had noticed Seohyun smiling more than usual, which made him think something happened. It didn't help that San and Seohyun couldn't stop exchanging glances.

Seohyun had brought the drum set with Yunho before coming to the warehouse. Seohyun motioned to Mingi and they got up, leaving the rest behind.

"Have you ever played drums before? Like, actual drums?"

"Yeah," Mingi answered, "A friend of mine had them."

"Alright, you should learn how to arrange them."

So Seohyun taught Mingi all about the components of a drum set, their various uses and how to dismantle them and put them back. Mingi listened carefully, and Seohyun smiled inwardly at how happy he looked. It made her feel guilty that she delayed it so much.

When they were done, they stood back to have a look.

"A much needed upgrade," Mingi smiled, ruffling Seohyun's hair, "Thanks."

"This drum set is my baby, okay? Use it well."

"Yes ma'am," Mingi saluted and Seohyun pointed at the drums. "Have a go."

Mingi sat on the stool, testing the weight of the drum sticks in his hand. He tested the sounds then, and played a little, freestyling, laughing as he did. The others had come to watch him, cheering and hyping him up.

"Not bad," Seohyun said when he finished, "Just go with your heart. Don't think."

"Your turn," Mingi handed her the drum sticks and she almost panicked.

"I think I'm good," she hesitated but someone pushed her forward. It was Yunho.

"I didn't go through all that trouble of coming to your house and carrying the drums to not see you play," he shook his head.

"Alright. Just a second," Seohyun said, tying her hair in a ponytail. "There you go."

Everyone hooted, clearly excited. This was the first time she was going to actually play in front of them, save for the time she had played the violin for San. San smiled at her as if he was thinking the same thing. Seohyun inhaled, testing the drums, and began.

She realized she really did enjoy playing the drums; there was just something about drums where you could express freely, and loudly, as if you wanted everyone to hear it. And it made her smile like crazy, put her brain on pause for a while and play with her heart.

She played like crazy, and when she was done, everyone was in awe.

"You're actually very good!" Hongjoong said, finally clapping. Seohyun bowed her head and got up. "I didn't expect this."

"It's like she was a different person," Jongho was looking at her with wonder.

"Teacher! you're my teacher from today," Mingi declared, and Seohyun scoffed at him.

"You don't need a teacher, teach yourself. I know you can."

"Nooo~" he wailed, "I would love you as a teacher!"

Seohyun just waved him off, going to San and smiling embarrassingly at him. He pinched her cheeks and she pouted, the two of them forgetting for a moment that everyone was still watching her.

"You two... there is something different!" Jongho laughed in disbelief. San and Seohyun started laughing. Yeosang just shook hands with Jongho, thanking him for finally noticing.

"They're not even bothering to deny it, guys," Yunho grinned.

"San is mine!" Wooyoung shouted dramatically, coming to hug San, sticking his tongue out at Seohyun. Seohyun glared at him, baring her teeth at him, and snatched San from him. Wooyoung gasped, and suddenly the two of them were in a battle, both pulling at San by his arms, who was laughing painfully, shouting for help.

"He's not even choosing!" Seohyun laughed, and winked at Wooyoung as she said, "Let's ditch him."

Wooyoung pushed San away, rather forcefully, who fell in Yeosang's arms. He put his arm in Seohyun and she flipped her hair as they walked away from him.

"No one loves me," San buried his nose in Yeosang's neck, pouting. Yeosang sighed, patting his head.

"You're right," Yeosang said, "Absolutely right."

"Hey..." San moaned like a little kid.

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[toujoursmiraculous]

Thoughts and Reactions to Truth!

Just going to go straight into it because this episode is huge! I really like how at the end of a season and the beginning of another, we see the same scene that leads us out of one and into another. Gabriel fixes the Miraculous and ohhh poor Dusuu thought it was all a dream, being in evil hands. So in a way, the Miraculous being damaged may have been a blessing for her. Dx Too bad it couldn't have been fixed after Marinette got it back :/ But at least Nooroo isn't alone right? Legit only positive I can get from this. ;-; Tikki and her little hats omg it's so cuuuute! I wonder if she makes her little clothes, too awww But the other Kwami's are almost like siblings to Tikki if you think about it. Now Tikki has to share things with them all as they cause chaos all around when she's so used to her quiet life alone with Marinette. Even for a Kwami, that must be hard to adjust to.

Okay so it's almost Prince Ali's birthday that Paris is going to celebrate. Interesting! I'd really like to see him back and a storyline with that. :O Marinette holding something, clearly, that the girls can't see over video chat. Talking to what appears to be herself, reacting to what someone's saying from different sides of her room. Camera flashes going off. And then her phone getting yeeted at her all on a video call with her friends when she's supposed to be alone...considering they're all going to have Kwami's and learn some things later as they become heroes, I wouldn't be surprised in the slightest if they think back to this scene someday! OH WAIT spoiler for the upcoming episode Gang of Secrets!!! Fair warning. What if this episode with the plushies she said she's going to make, is one of if not the reason they go over and are looking around her room? Because she's been acting sus and they want to know what's going on. Especially after what happens later in the episode with Luka. Okay, back to the episode itself. Her friends observation: You're acting way weirder than normal.... IS ADRIEN AT YOUR PLACE?! I mean, fair point. xD But the thing is, whenever Marinette tends to act weirder or say/do things that Alya and the girls don't understand, it's almost always connected to her being Ladybug/Guardian. Even Lila. If she wasn't Ladybug and dealt with her so much as her, she wouldn't know a lot of things that made her not trust Lila to begin with. So Marinette has to overcompensate to try to hide everything or can't explain her thoughts or feelings about certain situations, so Alya always just assumes her behavior has something to do with Adrien. It really sucks but at the same time, what else is she going to think?

These Kwami are a lot of trouble. xD Now she's even more frazzled, so she calls Luka Adrien. More than once. I've done this where I call my siblings the wrong name more of than I'd like so I can't fault her for it. Her mind's probably a mess, poor girl. Dx "I'm sorry it's just that I cheated on you!" BIG OOF. But this gives me Kim Possible vibes when Ron assumed Kim didn't want him anymore and told her he was cheating on her when he meant to say he was cheating to be on the football team so he could be more worthy of her when he thought she wanted to "trade up" her boyfriend. Our poor Marinette! So frazzled she can't remember when her dates are, when they've been rescheduled. She can't remember her patrols with Chat Noir which are really important. She's getting to the point where it's going to be a wonder she can even function. Dx "But Marinette and I are such a big fan of his" wow this sure hits different. The way they kept quizzing each other to finish the sentence with Jagged Stone trivia was pretty cute. Luka having her finish the line with "Kiss me" that she screamed to the entire theater made me choke on my cake. "Well, if that's what you want." Smooth. "I think, yes. I want to." But you know, it gets interrupted by an akuma attack of course because that's just the way things work! :D And wouldn't you know it, it's Mr. Pigeon. AGAIN. Totally worth interrupting the moment lol Ladybug can't pick and choose, however, so here comes the sequence where she's constantly running off and he starts doubting her. Notice the parallel when Marinette started to like Luka after Adrien could never show up to things? Now Marinette's having trouble showing up and Luka's having issues with it. The second Chat Noir started to sneak up on Ladybug, we all knew he was going to get flipped. But it's so adorable and funny at the same time I love it x333 And that whole scene there of Ladynoir. Obviously it's a Lukanette-centered episode but the Ladynoir in this episode! So good! And you know, it's interesting. First time we see Adrien this episode is for FIVE whole seconds! And the way it abruptly cut off as he opened the car door... yeah you know what, Lies is going to be Adrien's POV or something of this same day. It has to be. He has 2 total scenes one of them is 5 seconds and the other one is 2 seconds. Crazy. We got about 7 seconds of Adrien's face today woo! But ugh here's where we get hurt Luka ;-; "A girl, who as always, isn't here." Ouch. The fact that if Marinette said she loved Adrien still, he'd understand and he'd get it is so sweet, and so sad that it's not even because of that, it's because she's Ladybug and the Guardian and she can't say a thing about it to him at all, that he can't accept. It's the one thing he couldn't deal with that's the issue and that really sucks. AND THIS MOMENT RIGHT HERE HAD ME GASPING AND HURTING FOR LUKA. IT'S THE MOMENT HIS HEART BROKE

But also really guys, did you notice his eyes are different now? Almost like a blue diamond look or something.

Luka trying to fight it, trying to tell Hawk Moth that the truth needs to be willingly told, not forced. But stupid Hawk Moth's able to get him to hold on anyway and gets akumatized. But not before he told Marinette to run. Which was such an awwww moment. x33 I mean, this is definitely getting a bit close to Chat Blanc territory if you ask me. New transformation music is pretty good! I like it. Also can we just appreciate that instead of trying to track down Marinette to get the truth from her, he's instead asking all her friends and family, pretty much any source besides her? AND ROSE'S RESPONSE "Marinette has no secrets because she's the most honest girl in the world!" She thinks so highly of her and it's just so beautiful. Nobody would blame her for these secrets if they only knew either. But awwwwww I love this scene!! And here's the big reveal! (no not that one) Jagged Stone is Luka and Juleka's father. 😮

Thomas today tweeted that Luka and Juleka are twins. Which would have to be fairly obvious after this reveal. There's no way that Jagged, who says he'd be a lame dad and left because he wasn't cut out for it, would have Luka with Anarka, then stay long enough to also have Juleka. I also totally forgot that in the French version, Jagged has an American accent when he speaks. XDD Just the fact that even WITH his truth powers, he asked his mother TWICE who his father was. Both times she said Jagged Stone. He still didn't believe it until he went to Jagged himself omg. This poor poor boy. Luka: 😱*gasp* Marinette: 😲 *gasp* Adrien: 😮 WHY IS THIS SO FUNNY OMG. LIKE I'M WATCHING A TELENOVELA OR SOMETHING. THEY EVEN ZOOMED IN ON THEIR REACTIONS I CAN'T And then Luka just yeets his dad because he wasn't ever there for him. I honestly did not expect Luka having dad issues to ever be a thing in this show, even though I knew he wasn't around. So like... when everything's worked out with Marinette and Adrien in the end, will Luka and Adrien end up becoming friends and bonding over things, like the whole daddy issues thing...? Are we really supposed to believe she has no feelings for Chat Noir? I mean really, look at this.

"I can't imagine what your daily life must look like" ... is she really actually being the one to bring up something about his secret identity? With that face? 😲

Their flirty banter that at this point I don't even think they realize it is, and those soft looks I just... My top ship is Ladynoir and I was not expecting any significant moments of theirs but I got it anyway. Just watching their scenes, I kept going "See, this is why they're meant for each other." My heart is happy despite all the Luka pain! It's helping me cope with it, okay? "When you're ready, I'll be here for you, Marinette." Awww so they're telling us Lukanette is on hold here. Not a guarantee, but at least on hold. He's an option for her later. So now the Adrienette vs. Lukanette for S4 we heard about awhile back makes sense now. Later on this season, probably when things calm down and she gets the hang of things, she'll be in a better position to be with someone. And by then, Adrien will probably realize and understand his feelings for Marinette. So then she'll be in a position to choose between them. Now we know where Luka gets his ability to turn emotions into great songs. That's adorable! Father-son bonding! Gabriel needs to take notes when a man who was never in his son's life as more than his idol has the ability to try to be there, but Gabriel can't. Ugh our poor Marinette, probably thinking she's going to be alone for a very long time just because of a supervillain. That's so wrong she has to feel like this. If you notice, Hawk Moth's akumatizations help people patch up relationships so much of the time as a weird unexpected result of an akuma attack. And yet, he does nothing but hurt Marinette and at times Adrien, the most when he akumatizes people. He makes me so angry! But I'm too tired for a rant about that. At least the Kwami hugs at the end helped a teeny bit anyway! c:

[cantquitu]

Squeaker Update

Good news: 

Since her ears and pupils are even and she reacts to stimulus from a pen light, we can rule out anything serious like nerve issues or blood clots. 

Bad news: 

There is definite vision loss that we cannot confirm the cause of. 

The vet advised that the problem is most likely with her retinas and I could take her to a veterinary ophthalmologist, but there's likely nothing that can be done. Current hypothetical diagnosis is age related triggered by stress (being in the car for an hour).

The fact that she's still able to eat, drink, and find the litter box are all very good signs, as well as the reaction to light, since that's an improvement over last night. 

There's an outside chance she'll regain some vision, but this is most likely the new normal. The name of the game now is watching her to make sure nothing else deteriorates over the next few days. 

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Oh Squeaker baby!! 😢 I'm so sorry to hear this. I know she is a lady of advanced years, but still...this is a hard new normal to adjust to. I'm really hoping she'll regain more vision over the coming days once she's home in a familiar environment and things are calm. Poor little thing. So glad she is able to find her way to the essentials. God, cats are amazing! So resilient!! Lots of love to you and the Squeaker crew xx

[pixs-pinings]

Me? Interested in Persona 5? No wayyy...

Warning for long post!

I had this written differently before I accidentally closed this tab, but I recovered the infodump well!

So... Yeah, Ribbon! My Persona 5 SI, my Phantom Thief SI. Still want to work on a possible real name- I wanted to go with a continuation of the plot threads I thought of with my P4 si, but... nah. Two separate SIs. Even if P5 si was also from the real world, I want them to be different for. Reasons.

She would awaken in the same place as Makoto- Kaneshiro's palace. I want to slip her in somewhere, and I feel like that case would feel the most... Natural? After futaba, a lot of shit picks up, and, as seen with Haru, can be a bit awkward. (And... Yes. I'm going to try to make that arc...... Not Suck? Maybe keep Morgana self loathing but...)

As for her awakening itself... She and Makoto have similar reasons! Both of them were previously known as prim and proper students, but then awaken to a sense of Justice, and are able to go all out. After looking a bit into myself, I was like "wow Makoto really is sorta like how I would awaken maybe" because like... I want to fight against injustice and hatred in society, but I'm scared because of the law- and, like Makoto, in p5, I could snap past that. Fuck the law, I want to stop people from being HURT by society's ineptitude. Haha...

Also, a reason for the involvement in the first place- Kaneshiro's reach is... far. Its very possible that people in Kosei were affected- and, in fact, judging by Yusuke being able to gather information, they were. So... Say that one of Ribbon's friends were being used... selling her body, perhaps... Hmmm...

Yes, both Makoto and my p5 SI- can I call her just Ribbon for now?- are third year students at their school. Yes, for Ribbon's backstory, I think I want her to be a Kosei student! Maybe there because of an art scholarship- writing??- or maybe a financial education scholarship, or maybe just that whoever her guardians are, biological or not, they sent her to that school with the money they had. But... Third year. I am 19 irl- and she would be 18 during the majority of the story, turning 19 in that february because surprise I'm a February baby.

Oh, yes, and her costume! She's a magical girl. Supposed to be based off of one- I gave her ribbons and feathers and a poofy dress and high boots with thick soles and gloves... Also, her mask is simple, but... I had the base form of a butterfly, and added on some mask details and also feathers. The ribbons on the lower part of her dress are more noticeable, though. Hence, her name of Ribbon. Unless y'all can think of any better...

As for WHY magical girls? Well, she thought magical girls were cool! Yes, this reflects on me! Ribbon watched magical girl shows ever since she was a young child, and always got this idea of fighting off evil by using bright magic! And punches. And kicks. When Ribbon grew older, while she never grew out of it, she tried to keep it to the back of her mind. She always still kept an eye on one of the magical girl shows- hmm... Beauty Cure? Beaucure? (Yes. Based on Precure.) And it was pulled back to the front with her awakening, because that's always the type of stuff she liked believing in- a magical force of good fighting against forces of evil... OUTSIDE OF THE NORMAL FIGHT AGAINST EVIL SOCIETY TRIES TO DO... Yeah. Mhm. Doesn't that seem familiar.

Oh, yes, I'm going to call the SI by the name of Ribbon- still unsure of if I should use Pix or if I should make up a japanese name that fits a bit closer to my real one, haha.

Her role of the team is... Well, sorta like a magical girl? She has light attacks, which does include the instant kill ones later (points @ magical girls and the series having magical attacks be the magical girl's finishing move), but she also can serve another role... Providing Buffs and giving Debuffs. I mean, magical girl power ups over the season is like a buff... And their attacks debuff the enemy... I would be tempted to also give her some healing things... Maybe later. After all, there are buff moves that are like "gain all three buffs at once!" And she'll get those! So maybe she can also be the status healer...? Dunno. Haven't really watched battle gameplay of p5- even if it's fancy, its... Boring to watch. Oops. Battle dynamics...

As for who her Persona is... I haven't thought of it. I haven't even looked into it either. I was thinking... Her first Persona would be probably an ancient magical girl? Pfft. Funny to say it like that. Maybe a fictional magical girl who was definitely outside the bounds of rules. Maybe villain, maybe hero. Her second persona would... be a goddess. Not the goddess of Magic, since. (stares at Ann.) But. A goddess of something important. Light? Hmm.

Her weapon is... A staff. Kinda a stick, but also it IS something to hurt with. Swing it around, smack someone in the side or head... Use it to adjust your position... Twirling it around... A magical girl doesn't use conventional weapons.

Oh, yeah! Here's where I closed out of the tab by accident. I went to go look at something and my phone pulled a trick on me... Anyway, moving on...

Futaba Sakura is 4'11. Ribbon is 5'. Short squad! Ribbon is irritated about getting teased for it, but is indeed 18- during the story, anyway- and just... Hasn't. Grown. Makoto is 5 inches taller. Interesting.

Ribbon's (outside of battle) role is... well, data gathering, and plan pulling. Makoto thinks of the plans, and can, indeed, push them out to the team... But for group planning sessions, Ribbon is the one listening to everyone's suggestions, and then addressing them... and giving them to the leader to mull over, as well. Make sure everyone is heard.

Oh, idea there... Ribbon also, like me, used to be a theater kid! It helped her grow more used to people around her, more used to speaking, and also technical details on things. Even if she isn't all outgoing, she still shows influences of it with analogies she makes sometimes.

(Spoilers for P5... Brief Warning. Skip to next parantheses for past that spoiler gone.)

During the Phantom Thieves' plans to decieve Akechi into believing he is totally fooling them, Ribbon could easily be very important with that acting experience. While coming up with the plan, Ribbon will definitely state theater terms, backstage, actors, scene changes... And she will definitely help the others get more into character. Staring at you, Ann... For a more believable lie... pull forth a truth similar to this situation and keep that tucked next to your heart... say your lines... and then, when that's over, let it go.

(Spoilers over! Yayyy)

So. Have you guessed who i want to f/o yet? If the answer is yes, congrats, you ain't blind to subtext!

Ribbon's costume is definitely on the lighter side! And... Yes, its definitely pink based. Solid pink ribbons... Light, soft pink dress... A mainly pink mask... I do think the feathers are another color, with those little x marker things that most of the feathers belonging to sharing a similar color, though maybe a different shade. I am... Not good with costume design, though. The accents on her mask would be similar colors to it...

Her hair is black. Darker than Makoto's, yes. She is light skinned, with barely a tan forming on her. Her mask actually covers up her obvious freckles on her face! Her arms, however, still have their freckles showing. (Not in the picture, because i forget about my arm freckles a lot...) (Also not in the picture is the frills on her dress but shhhh)

As for her Confidant? Uh... Hmm... To get to know her... Oh! She can show you her art and writing, sort of brush off her achievements with it because haha not as good as Yusuke Kitagawa's more official art... And her confidant would be helping her tap more into her confident side, whether it be for her own personal projects, or even for her just in society in general! While not as bad as Futaba, she still doesn't like approaching other people... And when that happens, and maybe culminates in her verbally cussing at someone who's been pressing her down for a while now and getting them to lay off her thanks to that newfound confidence. Not a Mementos Target, though she does bring that up but brushes it off as 'just a petty bully thing', but something she deals with herself!

.... Oh, Arcana... Uh. I think... you know how the Jester arcana was like... Another version of the Fool? Wait, the Thoth deck doesn't have an alt Priestess...? Fuck. Uh. Congrats, Akira! You get SUPER DUPER PRIESTESS BONUS. ... Please help

For her Confidant Ability.... Probably something to do with her Magical Girl influnces? The first idea I thought of was like... being able to be a temporary "safe" zone- while in the palace, she could... extend her magical girl light out and create a Barrier that prevents the shadows from noticing her. It will always stay a temporary ability, of course, since otherwise would pribably negate difficulty? But the period would become longer as her confidant goes up. The period of time would be extremly cut down during the times of actually stealing a treasure- after all, the palace ruler is EXPECTING the phantom thieves. No amount of magical girl protecting light would hide that expectation... Or. Something like that.

Also, her last skill. Instead of being like... Making the ability of protecting/anti detecting light last practically forever, its a SUPER STRONG BATTLE ABILITY. What is it? Well... uh... Still have to decide. My current idea has to do with a magical girl blast. Like, activate her light ability right as you get into a battle, and that actually does something- fires a big blast as the battle starts and inflicts damage on the enemy... Hmm. That, or she gets a special version of the all out attack that always kills? Has to be her leading the all out attack, though. What do y'all think...?

Oh, speaking of all out attacks! Hers (or her normal one if I go with the second idea in the above paragraph) would have her landing, spinning around, and doing a sharp "v" pose with her fingers, standing tall and with a grin. Think... Uh... Sailor Moon? I looked up some images and a few I found, with the peace sign arm outstretched, fit that mental image. The other hand would be on her hip, and, of course, she would be winking. Ah, girl vibes.

Yes. I am aware that could be similar to Ann. When i thought of it, i was like "hmmm" but then was like "I do that! and also there's a different between a lean and a wink with the peace sign to your chin rather than a stand/slight slouch and a wink and a peace sign held upward rather than close to the body"

Also, her little line in the background would be "light has prevailed!" In like... Bubbly letters? And it looks like light is shining from behind the letters.

Sure, Ribbon would have a romance route with Akira... but I don't consider that canon. It would make sense that he could POSSIBLY fit my type? But. Nah. Not SUPER attached. Pal at most. Speaking from outside here... In game, with the friendship forming? Maybe so. Anyway, not canon.

Oh my god i just realized Queen and Ribbon have like... Opposite sorta aesthetics. Dark Biker to Light Mage.

Anything else I can think of... Oh, a spoilerly thing.

(I don't believe I can think of anything else to say, so for those who want to be unspoiled on certain things in p5, end of post is the next paranthesis. For others...)

For her reaction to the announcement of Akira's "suicide", it would be something like... Well... A hand to her mouth, and a furrow to her brow... but she doesn't sound like she is going to cry. Instead, she goes, "Ah...", like... Realizing. Like a "hmmm" tone instead of one trying to hold back tears. And then like... Ryuji's scene is after that. And those of you who have seen the scene know what the scene is. So like, if the player was confused by Ribbon, Ryuji smacks them with a direct confirmation.

(And... That's it! Sorry for the long post, I am both unsure of if the read more code trick works on mobile anymore and also am unsure of, if it does work, which version of the trick is the correct one. Because i remember two different versions. Fuck.)