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xunxjustxjusticex said: @Jinx, you have vlogs rubbing yourself off to Cait? Isn't that just porn? lol tf (Had to lol)

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“Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey, Hey, Hey, Hey, HEY!!” Loose wavey hands joined Jinx’s vocal efforts in cutting the other THE FUCK OFF, like, seriously: “First of all: you weren’t supposed to KNOW THAT!! And second of all: I make the vlogs to remember what I did and how I felt! What better way to capture that, and never forget how badly even the THOUGHT of Cait made my TOES CURL than by just DOING IT!!” ...... Pause. Eyes shifting, avoiding, dipping down to her grimy boots as they kicked at the cracked pavings of The Sump. “IIIIIIIIIIII saidtoomuch...” ....... Another pause. “B-Besides, it’s not even any of your BUSINESS how I spend my time! If I wanna make porn, I’ll make porn -- GOT IT?!” ......... “AAAAAAAAAND ON THAT NOTE, Imma go teach some of the Lost Children how to pickpocket. Might help them NOT DIE before they get older!!” And just like that: JINX. WAS. OUTTA THERE!!

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xunxjustxjusticex said: @Sae, people in the tags on tumblr are saying your sister's headband is stupid. (NOT ME!)

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Drip. Drip. DRIP. For once in her life, Sae could not care less for the INCESSANT DRIPPING of the faucet in the kitchen.She’d deal with it LATER. For now she had a far more important fixation that she needed to HANDLE. “Tumblr, you say?” The benefits to working in a career so intrinsically linked to the gathering of INFORMATION: Sae’s social ineptitude never quite got the chance to shine through. Not because she cared for Tumblr or its denizens. No, they were TRIVIALLY DULL. Nor because she any particular desire to utilize her learned sense of CHARM to gain the affections of a single given human beyond the Niijima family tree. Such would be a PITIFUL WASTE OF PRECIOUS TIME. (Time running away from Sae by the day.) In its simplest term: Sae, for all intents and purposes, had studied and mastered the human psyche, such that she could freely manipulate it AT WILL down to a SCIENTIFIC T -- All for the sake upholding the very LAW by which society remained in ORDER. Meaning, she knew exactly what Tumblr was, and how people operated. Humanity proved SURPRISINGLY, YET SUITABLY, PREDICTABLE. “Thank you. I may consider believing that you indeed did not truly mean your insults toward Makoto from earlier.” CONSIDER, she said. FORGIVE, she did not. “For now, I must ask your leave. I have some very important work to do...” VERY IMPORTANT, INDEED. Within the hour, Sae had cross-referenced every last name and account available with the appropriate tags on Tumblr. And even followed a few WORD CLUES toward an extra few OFFENDERS. Then, pulling in a favor from the Special Investigations Units. (Being the Prosecutor of the Modern Day Hitler had its benefits.) She’d reached out to appropriate services and pulled the locations and identities of ALL KNOWN CULPRITS. Now all that mattered was REVENGE. But for that she had ONE. LAST. CALL. TO MAKE.

                     Buh-duh-duh-duh, Buh-duh-duh-duh, Buh-duh-duh-duh-duhhhhhhhh!                      Buh-duh-duh-duh, Buh-duh-duh-duh, Buh-duh-duh-duh-duhhhhhhhh!!                     BUD-DUH-DUH-DUH, BUH-DUH-DUH-DUH, BUH-DUH-DUH-DUHHHHHHHH!!!

                                                                                                    “HELLO, MAKOTO?”

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xunxjustxjusticex said: @Sae, would it turn you on or creep you out if Makoto called you mommy & sucked on ur tits?

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SHOCKED GASP. That most assuredly took her by surprise. Why? This bitch had long proven that she LACKED A CENSOR and seemed to derive some SICK KIND OF PLEASURE in making her squirm. Plus... It helped make Sae actually face down her DARK SIDE. “And that is your business HOW?!” Defensiveness and desire for privacy had already answered hadn’t it? “Look, it’s... That one is VERY PERSONAL.” Weren’t they all? Talk about a strange rapport. “Look, this is gonna sound a little bit odd, but that’s actually kind of a, umm...” SHIFT IN DISCOMFORT. Not often Sae Niijima would ever find herself UNNERVED. But this? This did so... WITH EASE. “Kink...” Hard enough confession to make on it own. But Sae wasn’t done. “That... GOES BOTH WAYS...” Yes. That was right. For every bit as much of a BROODING HIGH that Sae sought from the idea of breastfeeding and being called Mommy by Makoto, she, too, somewhat mirrored to do the same to Makoto herself. But maybe it made more sense than it seemed. After all, Sae might have been Makoto’s STAND-IN MOTHER over the years. But, in much the same way, and despite being more than several years her junior, Makoto had also been that for HER. After all, who prepared her lunches every morning? Cleaned her room? Had dinner prepared upon coming home? A bath run? Laundry done? Who would drive out to the police station to BRING HER FOOD & CLOTHES upon being told that Sae would be needing to work overnight on cases there? MAKOTO NIIJIMA, that’s who. In substance, they truly were each other’s guiding matriarchs. Boundless rocks -- AVATARS OF LOVE & AFFECTION -- In a world without any. And it seemed their kinks were aligned. As they so often were. She smirked. “Counter question: Why do you ASK?” Something delightfully devilish danced in bloody pits of love.

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                                                                                 HOLY. GUACA. MOLE.

Hat Lady wasn’t even fucking lying. Vi REALLY DID bring the older woman down to Zaun for a few nights on the WILD SIDE. Stomach twisted instantaneous with the thought, ferocious growl resonating deep in Jinx’s throat, razor sharp teeth quick to CUT & BLEED her gums -- The pain a WELCOME DISTRACTION. (The blood, too...) No one neeed to think about HOW WILD the nights between the Sheriff and Fathands got; It only mattered that Jinx’s nights were the WILDEST. Unfortunately, for the electric blue minx, excitement had been proven evermore of a STRUGGLE to come by. In fact, the only thrills that seemed WORTH CHASING right now were sitting at the bar across from her. But one wanted to punch a hole in her head and the other... ALSO wanted to punch a hole in her head -- Only with a SNIPER RIFLE. Tonight, maybe driven by the very arousal that had brought her to this club in the first place, the LATTER seemed more inviting. But how did she get rid of the girl with the MONOLOTHICALY HUGE HEAD? Simple: A small CHEM-PUNK DISRTACTION right when the stupid pink-haired bitch went to the bathroom. They’d keep her... SUITABLY DISTRACTED for at least... eh, four seconds? Maybe less. No matter: It’d be a little bit longer than she’d ever be able to anticipate while she got to chat with Cait. And judging from Piggy’s temper problems. She’d also be given ADDITIONAL NOTICE of when to split. Hopefully Cait would be willing to go with her. “Psht. As if.” Yes. Even JINX had to scoff at that level of delusion. Still, a girl could dream! “So. Can I getcha a drink? Maybe a nice refill? Perhaps a dance? Or take you on a Zaunite bar crawl?” All words spoken ABSENT IRONY, and as if the crazed lunatic hadn’t just approached one of the leading marshalls for a city that wanted her DEAD OR ALIVE for more Hexes than Zaun had ever seen. More Hexes than even the LEARNED ARTIFICERS could possibly count. More Hexes than CLAN MEDARDA would even see in their DREAMS. Talk about a FUCKING THRILL!! “And don’t worry, I don’t gotta steal nothin’. I get drinks on the house here for annoying the shit outta YOUR boring ass topside!”

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Things had toppled over a little bit in the SELF-CONTROL DEPARTMENT. At least for Natsuki. From the Daiquiris she���d toasted cutely with Makoto over POEMS & SCARY STORIES to the way she’d stumbled her way nervously into convincing Makoto to taste-test the vodka with her. Talk about TERRIFYING. Of course, being the woman that held herself responsible for fighting Natsuki’s ignorance. And just... being the most caring human Natsuki had EVER MET... Makoto had allowed herself to switch off the Daiquiri for a single drink. Helping to ease Natsuki into mixing spirits for the first time. The result... “Hey, M’koto?” She wasn’t even THAT DEEP into it all. Words were already slurring. “I...” And her NERVES weren’t exactly trapping herself within her own flesh and bones anymore. “I was wonderin’. Could we. Could we do a DUET TOGETHER? You an’ me? We could do Somewhere Over The Rainbow. Or You're My Sunshine. You could even PICK THE SONG...” Final trio of words spoken like some kind of GRAND REVELATION. She’d been attempting to PLUCK UP THE COURAGE for karaoke all night. But stage fright and an absence of her best friend on that stage with her had pushed her over the edge into PROCRASTINATION & DOUBT. But now? Now she was DRUNK. And found herself lacking a CARE IN THE WORLD. (Felt good...) “It would mean a lot to me...” With that, the steadily intoxicating girl dipped her head against Makoto’s shoulder. Flickering a sidelong glance up toward Makoto’s PRECIOUS RUBIES. “Like a lot a lot...” Heart was beginning to THRUM. And not with anxiety for once in her damn life. “Like...” And she leaned in, pressing balmless lips to Makoto’s cheek just like she had earlier. (She might’ve missed Makoto’s cheek and caught the corner of her lips.) “Like tha--ahh!!!” Tiny pink haired girl jumped in her seat. Or rather, Ann’s OBNOXIOUSLY INTRUSIVE WEIGHT launched her by law of springs. Aggressive GROWL resonating in her throat, arms folding and morganites attempting to burn holes into Ann’s existence.

“You know what I think it’s time for?” Ann had been a... LITTLE BIT TIPSY for more than a little while. Steady build up of straws on her back. Passing glances. Gentle moments. Heated entrapments. She’d caught them all. Not that she was allowed to CARE ANYMORE. Couldn’t do a THING about it. So she’d just attempted to dull her JEALOUS RAGE with cocktails. Then she’d caught Natsuki whispering sweet nothings in her ex-girlfriend’s ear. Kissing her near the lips. And HOLY FUCK had that finally fractured the camel’s spine and caused all its bones to distintegrate into a PITIFUL HEAP on the floor. And thus, she’d thrown herself ass first onto the sofa beside Makoto. (Sae had JUST gone to the bathroom to relieve herself.) And she threw an arm around her former Owner. Uncharacteristic -- Especially since streaking her hair a VIBRANT RED. But she needed an excused to force space between Makoto and Natsuki. And she could always BLAME IT ON THE ALCOHOL. Index finger lingered itself against Makoto’s navy and black corset and in the moment that aquatic orbs met pools of fire, not even the Orange Sunrises could drown out the sheer WAVE of chemicals that got her heart racing. Oxytocin secreting from the pituitary gland in her brain.  And breath slipping free HOTLY & INDISCREETLY. A few seconds ticked on by with parted lips and a subconscious screaming at the blonde to PULL THE FUCK AWAY. Something else wanted her to TOUCH THE FIRE AGAIN. But luckily (or perhaps not so much...) She was still JUST SOBER ENOUGH that her inhibitions won out. Trance breaking and another breathy exhale spilling from lungs before she finished. “I think... That it’s time for games. Truth or Dare. Never Have I Ever. Take your pick. I pick DARE by the--”

                                                                                    “AHEM!!”

That drew the attention of both NATSUKI -- Who had spent the last few minutes whining out complaints and offenses that had went UNHEARD by Ann. Shouting out that it just WASN’T FAIR and that she’d already asked Makoto FIRST to perform karaoke with her. Even telling Ann to stop being such a THOT of all things. And pleading out for Makoto’s help. As well as Ann who looked just about ready to SCRAP. “First of all...” Simple step over and she grabbed at her sister’s wrist, pulling her from the mess of LOOSE LIPS, WEBBING LIMBS & SPITEFUL CALCULATORS that were Natsuki and Ann. Not that she’d ENTIRELY done it for Makoto’s sake. As would be evidenced within a few seconds. “So, apparently, I can’t even go to the bathroom for two minutes without DUMB & DUMBER attempting to ruin the party.” Childish insults weren’t Sae’s forte. But she’d also intentionally chose them to be DEMEANING. As if neither of her love rivals were worthy of RESPECT. “That said, I DO agree with Ann for once in my life. Something I never thought I’d have to say.” Pause. Devilish smirk curling at vindictive lips. “But I suppose even a BROKEN CLOCK is right TWICE A DAY.” Tut and a sigh, eyes out for blood scanning the duo. Shiho was piping up in DEFENSE of Ann. Or attempting to. Ann grabbing her hand and telling her not to. Something about how NOTHING could be MORE WRONG than two sisters fucking each other. No wonder Ann was trying to quiet her triggered friend. Natsuki meanwhile was all huffy and twisted away. Eyes PEEKING OUT at Makoto occasionally. Sae was beginning to learn how to READ THE BITCH. For a poet, Natsuki spoke more in BODY LANGUAGE than in WORDS. “So. I suppose that’s TWO VOTES for drinking games or just party games in general. And since they were Makoto’s idea. In much the same vein that Natsuki kicked off our poetry recitals earlier.” The poetry recitals were somewhat of a JEALOUS SORE SPOT for the girls. After all, there was no doubt that Makoto was going to win. Considering the insane depth of bias all around the room. Were Ann, Sae and Natsuki gonna vote for each other? NOT. A. CHANCE. But... There was one girl who had found herself in QUITE the unenviable bind: Her baby sister. Makoto had one vote to cast across three. Four, technically, but a vote for Shiho spoke louder than a vote for any of her COMPETING PETS. No matter who she picked, at least two girls were gonna get their egos carved to pieces. And they’d clearly NOT YET RECOVERED. “I think you should pick the game and the first person. Truth. By the way. If you pick me first.” She had a SNEAKING SUSPICION that Natsuki would pick--

“DARE...” Demeanor spoke of a FURIOUS DISCONTENT that she’d quite possibly been usurped in her entire idea. She had no clue that Makoto had been AVOIDING karaoke tonight. Or indeed even WHY. (Natsuki had MISSED that particular disaster.) “Though, I still think, since she IS the host. She should ALSO be allowed to still pick KARAOKE!!” Petulence bled from her form. Arms crossed. Lips pouting. Body ramrod stiff. Death glares levelling at Sae and Ann. “Well? Which is it gonna be?” Not that she was ABSENT PLAN if Makoto did pick games. Especially if she picked Truth or Dare. She’d be STUMPED if she picked Never Have I Ever. And in all honesty, Never Have I Ever frightened her. She had a lot less CONTROL over her secrets with a game like THAT. And while she had held a certain amount of information PRIVATE from Makoto. She would not outwardly LIE to her tonight. (Honestly doubted she could with so much alcohol buzzing her brain.)

                                                                   SHE WAS SICK OF KEEPING SECRETS.

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xunxjustxjusticex said: ❤️- For a secret crush

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SIGH. “I thought about her again today...” She’d clearly edited this video, cut out the intro with the ever-more BORING camera start up procedure. Clearly... Becuase this PARTICULAR VLOG began with a front on shot of Jinx lay on her stomach, chin in palm, legs kicking up and down behind -- Filling the room and flooding the microphone with ECHOES CLANGS, like a ship falling apart. “I don’t even know why! Didn’t even get to SEE HER!!” Probably the reason, if the psychopath was being honest, BUUUUUUUUUUUUUT since this was JINX we were talking about... “I just... I don’t know... It wasn’t supposed to BE like THIS -- Wasn’t supposed to think about it, or, or, or -- OR MISS HER, Y’KNOW?!” Hand curved from chin, across cheek to blanket her forehead, thumb and middle finger stretching to rub aching temples before falling back in place. “Well, anyway, some gang warfare shit spread all over the Sumps. We won, whatever, I don’t care.” Hands reached out now to shut it off. And some few seconds later only audio is heard. “Where the fuck WAS SHE?!” Jinx is heard before the briefest pause. “...SHIT! I forgot to cut the audio...” Had she? Maybe subconsciously she WANTED THAT to be heard. “Fuck it. Whatever. Leave it in. I’m going to bed.” White noise can be heard for a full hour after, broken up only by noises of RATS, BANGS & RUSHING GUTTER FLUID.

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xunxjustxjusticex said: @Ann, are you still in love with Makoto?

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Immediate wave of TENSION felt like her every muscle would turn to red-streaked ICE or STONE. That question... "Does it matter anymore?" She hated to say it, but so much of her faith was DEAD & GONE. And the morsels that remained only served to further the AGONY behind her ribs. "Makoto's heart isn't all MINE. I--" Throat choked on those words. Hand clutching at her chest. RIPPING sensation born anew -- ALL OVER AGAIN. "I'm..." Sniffle. Humorless & pained laughter. "Not the only girl in her dreams..." Tears we're streaming. Cheeks flushing rouge from SHEER, OVERWHELMING EMOTION. Raw and honest. "And until..." Pause. Conscious kick to TWIST her own words around. Take out the meaning lest her true desires come to light. Lest it be known that she was still HOLDING OUT HOPE. (((COULDN'T HELP HERSELF.))) "Unless that changes, I just...” Shake of her head. Sadness tipping on back over into ANGER. That happened A LOT these days... Clashing LOYALTY & FURY. How could Makoto EVER done this to her? Let alone as OFTEN as she had... “I just...” Shake of her head. Her whole body, too, for that matter. Though that part was BEYOND HER CONTROL. Eyes dipped down, incapable of holding that gaze. Of seeing that judgment in the other’s expression. Tone filled with DISGUST & DISAPPOINTMENT. And something else. (SADNESS.) “Like I said... It doesn't matter anymore..."

                                                          ..............THAT WASN'T WHAT SHE SAID......

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“FUCKIN’ LOVE ME!! THAT’S WHAT!!” Panicked gasp. Pitifully embarrassing blush. She hadn’t meant to say that out loud!! “OR DON’T!!! NOT LIKE I CARE!!”

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xunxjustxjusticex said: "Sis! Don't look in there!" Was too late, Sae was already opening the drawer & spotting a plethora of inappropriate outfits, collars, plugs, leashes, & her 12 inch strap-on. "I--It's not what it looks like!"            

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LIGHTNING QUICK MIND had already cycled through the full reel of unverbalized questions. Huh? What do you mean? What could POSSIBLY be in there? Your room is made up of compact discs, the outfits I’ve purchased you, schoolwork, and Buchimaru merchandaise. Of course. All those questions were answered in a RATTLINGLY REVELATORY SECOND as the draw came loose, slipping open and-- “WHAT THE--!?” Gasp and a complete freeze up of bone and muscle. Breath was going haywire. And oh how that dark shadowy part of her mind WISHED it was due to wanton arousal. Due to images of Makoto donning the outfits, collaring her neck, plugging her ass, lashing her spine and breasts, filling up that SOPPING WET PUSSY with all twelve inches of that navy blue strap-on. But sadly no such anticipatory desire could exist for Sae. Because it was clear from Makoto’s DECEIT & DESPERATION that Makoto did NOT want Sae to find them. Oh. No. No. No. NO!! These toys weren’t for HER. These toys were for-- “Ann...” The name fell coldly off her lips. Filled with more hostility and venom than any horror movie had ever displayed. For a brief spell, Sae feared she might just DROP DEAD ON THE SPOT. That was until Makoto tried to DEFEND HERSELF. That brought out a sickening and disgusted and derisive and rage-fueled ENVENOMED LAUGH. All caught up in the back of her drying, agonized throat. “Not what it looks like?” Head finally snapped round to glare at her sister. Sanguine eyes were OUT FOR BLOOD. “Then tell me, dear sister. What actually IS IT? Cause it LOOKS TO ME as if my Queen and Beloved Sister has been more concerned and more excited to use these toys EXCLUSIVELY on ANN TAKAMAKI.” Oh, how transparently her denial fell away in the face of actual threats and rejection. “AM I WRONG?! Were these toys NOT for use on Ann? Were they EVER going to be brought to my knowledge and attention?” God she was going to be SICK. Wanted to bleed herself dry. “WELL?!”

                                                                                             “--ANSWER ME!!!”

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xunxjustxjusticex said: 📒- For a secret journal/diary they keep (Bonus: Share an entry from it!)

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Fingers framed the camera perfectly, first capturing a MANIC grin with full eyes spread WIDE. “Welcome once again, boys and girls!!” Not that there actually WERE any boys or girls watching as the blue-haired minx pirouetted away rather dramatically. “Say hello to your host, JINX!!” Who happened to be the only one who’d ever be allowed to lay her weary magenta eyes upon this clip. No, not even EKKO -- Who originally gave the crestfallen amnesiac the IDEA for this after she rather grumpily noted her desire to have Ekko’s time-manipulation prowess so as to NEVER forget any of her past anymore -- Would be granted permissions. They were everything to Jinx -- LITERALLY: Every last moment of pride, joy, mania, fame, infamy -- THE VERY REASONS SHE LIVED ON TO THIS DAY. That feeling of not wanting to scream or die, for once. “In today’s episode I have a bit of a CONFESSION TO MAKE. Yurp! That’s right!! Zaun’s Most Controversial Resident, must CONFESSSSSS.” Oh, how she loved the theatrical masquerade. Wouldn’t lie, the Hextranet had gotten word of Jhin’s LATEST artpiece. And boy was it MARVELOUS.

“So here goes: Dear Diary, I killed a rat today... And...” Hands clasped rather forlornly over her achey-breaky heart -- CRUMPLING UP AS(IF) THE PAIN HIT. “And it just... I just...” Sniffle. Sniffle. Voice break. “I can’t get it out of my head... Can’t... Stop thinking about all the time he had left... And all the family left back at his little ratty nest waiting WORRIEDLY & HUNGRILY for his impending return, bearing fruits of his SUCCESSFUL scavenge in the warehouse within which I accidentally crushed him...” Down to her knees -- THUD,SCRAPE -- One day she’d remember that the sewer she called home happened to be made out of METAL. Ouch!! “Beneath six pallets and a shelving unit... I tried to save him but I just... I was too late... He was already MUSH!! And it’s just so, so sad...” Words lingered for a few moments, forearms now covering those pink irises as she forced out three THROAT-BURNING false-sobs only to smirk, peek herself out from behind bony flesh, & scream the word:

                                                                               “PSYCHE!!”

Laughter burst forth, all raucous, obnoxious-like. But damn did that joke NEVER grow old. After more minutes than Jinx cared to (or truly was able to...) count the flow of hysteria came to a HALT, followed immediately by a DEEP SIGH that rattled through fragile marrow. “What ISN’T a joke, however, is that annoying girl known only as HAT LADY. God, she gets on my NERVES!” Ferocious growl and a kick to the spray can lay empty on the floor. “Why does she always HAVE to be like... Y’KNOW -- LIKE THAT?!” Wasn’t that counterproductive? How the Hell was FUTURE JINX supposed to know something PRESENT JINX couldn’t even describe? “I just... I don’t know what it is about her... Y’know?” AGAIN... “Maybe that’s why the bitch is still alive. She INTRIGUES ME. And I fucking HATE HER FOR IT.” -- Lies. Deep down, Jinx knew as such --  There’d been a reason she’d left FISHBONES out of today’s vlog. Stupidly overconscientious boring ass mean ass DEATH LAUNCHER. “But she keeps me thinking. On my toes. And that’s a RARITY FOR ME!!” Typically, Jinx didn’t like to THINK. Mind got all bored & nihilistic & existential, and before she knew it she’d be three Jaegarbombs deep, bombing the nearest landmark. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m OVERTHINKING AGAIN! Maybe she’s right. Maybe once I’ve fucked her, I can finally kill her and be DONE WITH IT!!” Hand reached for the camera but hesitated prior to curling away. “Or maybe not. WHO THE FUCK KNOWS at this point?” CLICK!!

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xunxjustxjusticex said: @Sae, when was the first time you ever felt romantic feelings toward your baby sis? (AKA R U A HUGE PEDO)

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Sidelong glance, filled with HOSTILITY. Silent actions speaking of a LACK OF RESPECT. And how none of this was any of the other's business. Seconds passed by, filled with pensive tension and passive aggressive judgment. DID THEY DESERVE SUCH A PEEK INTO HER PSYCHE? Results inconclusive. Had it been that she wanted to speak her truth? Or was it a LACK of confirmatory truth, and search thereof? Either way, that OUT-FOR-BLOOD GAZE broke from the other. Head shaking and voice flat. "Hard to say, if you MUST know, though I see no reason why you would." Seriously. These were SAE'S questions to ponder. But, then again, perhaps therein lay the very reason she'd answered at all. Because she DIDN'T ponder them of her own accord. And would forever NEED those pushes beyond zones of COMFORT & SANITY. To that dark, damning, and DOWNRIGHT DELECTABLE, place she'd grown too paranoid and strung up LIKE HER OWN PUPPETEER to ever enjoy freely.

"I never knew I felt the way I did until the night it happened." Tone had turned to one of CURIOUS INTRIGUE. "Before that I never once considered the crossfade between the love I held because she was my baby sister. And the love I held for her of the more... ROMANTIC kind." Perhaps it had birthed on the day of. Or as she came of age. Or in aftermath of their fathers death. Hell, maybe their... INCESTUOUS CONNECTION... predated all of that. “Rather, I saw them as ONE & THE SAME.” Those enquiries were most definitely BEYOND the pale of which Sae could ever comfortably share. “But something tells me that answer has not satisfied you, correct?” Brow raised -- REPLY ALREADY KNOWN. People just loved to poison her name with the TOXICITIES of their tongues. Though, perhaps such intrusions upon her peace of mind were mere HERESAY. Paranoid derisions born from her own DISTRUST & DISGUST of the world around her. And, instead, they, too, cared for the mind and history and truth hidden between the two siblings. However, thus far only one girl, one human, had EVER managed to prove her wrong...

                                ...THE VERY GIRL SHE’D FELL IN LOVE WITH.                                                                                                 ...............MAKOTO......

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@xunxjustxjusticex​ said:                                                       Helena is at a bar in Vegas, she's past the point of drunk, just snorted coke off some slut's tits & vision is blurred, but she spots a hot little thing standing at the bar who looks A LOT like her baby sister (just her type) & approaches, spanking her ass & smirking like the DEVIL. "Can I buy y'a drink, princess?"        

What had Delilah been thinking? That’s right, she HADN’T been thinking. How else could she have done something so STUPID like driving four states with nothing but a bottle of GIN and BRUISES up and down her spine and thighs. (Not to mention the one on her shoulder.) Such a HELENA thing to do. She shuddered at the very thought. Taking COMFORT in telling herself that, UNLIKE HER SISTER, she’d at least had the care and wherewithal to tell Mama to take the kids to Aunt Crissy’s for the weekend. Keep them out of the HUBBY’S wife-stained hands. (If only she could promise to do the same herself.) Arriving in Sin City -- A symbolic choice for the Bible-thumping girl -- She’d deftly found the most MESSED UP little dive bar she could. Intent on getting drunk. Maybe slicing up a rat or two. Get out her anger. Maybe discover what NASTY CONSEQUENCE OF EXISTENCE made her life on Earth feel so much like HELL. Then she’d return home, fresh and renew-- “Phss!! Wha’ the Hell d’ya think yer--” Growing up in the TRASHIEST neighborhood the south of Texas had to offer. She’d EXPECTED, and, more importantly, KNEW HOW TO HANDLE, foolish drunkards making passes at her. Just another way her DEAR SISTER had left her mark. What the once-belle-turned-mother HADN’T expected, after leaping forward, hand cramping round her glass, and nails carving into the wooden bar. Her small but tight ass BURNING with pain and something more... MEDDLESOME. Was to come face to face with SAID SISTER HERSELF. “Oh, ya’ve got ta be shittin’ me.” RARE curse. Unfortunate by-product of GIN, ENMITY & A DAMN FOUL MOOD. “A’ course ya’d found ya way HERE of all places...” Pitch dark eyes had already studied her sister’s every feature. Mostly to DISTRACT from the lingering heat ghosting across jean-covered cheeks. (And, more importantly, the one lingering on the INSIDE.) “See ya’ve been workin’ on yerself all this time.” Despite her LACERATING TONE, she still reached out her thumb, catching a few droplets of BLOOD dripping from her big sister’s nose. Was that a KINDNESS or a POINT PROVEN? Logic dictated it to be the LATTER. -- “And NO, ya CAN’T buy me a drink, SWEETHEART.” No poxy drink could EVER make up for the LIFE Helena had STOLEN.

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xunxjustxjusticex said: @Natsuki, "I hope you know that your cupcakes are the only ones I would break my diet for."

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“Huh?” Glance out the corner of her eyes toward her MUSE. Lips parted in an ‘o’ shape. Face filled with INNOCENT CONFUSION. They’d just read a little mini-series for Parfait Girls a little while ago. And those were the words exchanged between two of their side-faves. (The only ACTUAL RELATIONSHIP in the manga they SHIPPED.) “AH-HUH?!” Cheerful little gasp and once confused expression LIT UP LIKE A SPARKLING CHRISTMAS TREE. “You really mean that?! Like really, really mean that?!” Strange sentiment to get EXCITED FOR. Basically being a BAD INFLUENCE on her girlfriend’s dictated behaviorisms. She’d be LYING if she said she didn’t feel the LEAST BIT PROUD... THE LEAST BIT DEVILISH. And well, it was HARDLY like Makoto needed the diet. Girl only weighed like thirty one pounds more than her (108 IN TOTAL) despite being six inches taller and covered in a well-tamed layer of MUSCLE. “That really...” Hesitation, struggling to find words. In the end she just THREW HERSELF at her fellow senior. Bodies thudding against one another BREATHLESSLY. Arms wrapping around her neck and ass finding that sexy lap in a full-blown GLOMP. “He. He. And I hope YOU know that you’re the only one I’d break my CURFEW for.”

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xunxjustxjusticex said: @jinx, ever consider you might just be in love with Cait?

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What on Runeterra was THAT for a question? Who, just, just, just, FUCKING WHO asks something like: ‘Have you ever considered that you might just be IN LOVE with FUCKING HAT LADY!?’ Well not her, no sirree! Jinx didn’t even LIKE HER, or at least that’s what she TOLD herself in extensive effort to hide away from TROUBLING & COMPLICATED feelings she just flatly didn’t understand! “You think I know what the fuck LOVE feels like? I don’t even feel HAPPY without watching my own LIGHT SHOW go up in FLAMES!!” Silence paraded, like all those colorful wild animals on Progress Day, for a minute -- MAYBE MORE -- Mind curving but hitting that same blockade that always got hit whenever Zaun’s Loose Cannon tried to reflect inward. Always requiring either a hit of SHIMMER, a fresh MARK, or a whole lot of ALCOHOL to bury down and reset to SQUARE ONE. Like that one question regarding the pruny, shrivelled-up, bloodbag behind cages of ribs: Did she have a heart? In all perfect honesty, the psycho hadn’t the SLIGHTEST CLUE, always rendering herself a self-beaten, screaming, strung-out MESS as a result. Only one person had EVER circumnavigated that blockade with Jinx, aiding identification of that beat in her chest, declaring with absolute certainty that -- No matter how confusing, irrythmic or even numbed-to-fuck it got -- It STILL had to be a HEART. That person was...

                                                  ...............................CAIT.........

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