#akira tryst

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i had the strangest dream last night, that i was playing persona 5 royal and there was suddenly a ladder that lead below the school, and you could go there to have secret conversations and trysts with a new male character that went to school with you. but the only way to do that is to also be romancing haru, and you have to tell her and break her heart in order to continue forward with the dude. apparently the developers had meant to make a poly ending, where you can either fuck things up and break haru's heart OR succeed and get both the boy and haru, but it was nixed by higher ups. but no matter what you cant start dating the dude without starting the haru romance, which is pretty messed up. he even had a coming out scene where he asks if she's heard of bisexuality, while he has a hand on akira's knee. which is. like. props to dream developers for using the word bi, negative points for the only way to date a bi person or be bi is to cheat and then come out by explaining that youre cheating. she was very heartbroken :( sorry haru :(

[ask-the-super-frat-bros]

Super Frat Bros, an intro.

      In the city of Safeway, there exist two powerful assemblies that rule the streets: The Chaos Order and The Force of Honor. The organizations that sport these incredibly cheesy names have been warring with each other for decades, origins starting way back to the teenage years of the two leaders, Quantum and Hodges, before they ever formed their parties of good and evil.

      Neo Quinn, known publicly as Quantum, leads The Chaos Order, with members by the names of Ahmes (Pietro Ignace), Monster Nature (Mizalia O'Conner), Deimos (Ezekial Winters), Firebird (Phoenix Vikare), Hypno (Remi Suthers), and Seductress (Persephone Lopez). The Order exists to cause chaos in an already broken world, hopefully to force society to better itself before it is completely destroyed.

      Trevor Hodges, known publicly as Hodge, leads The Force of Honor, with members by the names of Schism (Juno Martin), Angel (Landon Weiss), The Wiz (Eustace “Stacey” Costa), Shadow Rabbit (Callum Mactavish), Chronos (Akira Tryst), and Typhoon (Theodore Yu). The Force exists to protect the city and to stop the Order specifically.

      As tensions continue to rise between them, what will their members’ fates become, and will the city be destroyed in the process? Only you can help us find out!

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Introducing the mod team...

Hello! I am Mod Fish, and I will be the main artist for this blog. My characters include Ahmes (Pietro), Schism (Juno), Firebird (Phoenix), and Quantum (Neo). I run the Safeway server and I'm super excited to get this going! If you have any questions, don't hesitate to message me @elysifish !

Hi im mod eli. my bbys are ezekial (deimos) and landon (angel). please never be afraid to ask my sons questions. @captaintinystudentparadisestuff

Hiya! I’m mod Alex. My characters are the over confident Trevor “Hodge” Hodges; the bitchy “Seductress” Persephone Lopez; and the anxious tech genius Stacey “The Wiz” - formerly known as - Wiz Kid - aka wizard kid, Costa. @thedisasterthatisalex

Hey, I’m mod eggy! My character is Theodore Yu aka Typhoon. Feel free to ask my stressed boy anything you want! (they/them/theirs pronouns). @everyonehasbeatenmetotheusername

Ello Ello! I'm Oak, welcome to this little groups chaos! My characters are Kaiden and Macey, feel free to ask anything! @kaidentherockcollector

Howdy y’all, I’m Mod Sol/Solis, feel free to call me whatever your little heart desires, additionally whatever pronouns are chill. My characters are the chaotic enby Remi “Hypno” Suthers and super queer Dad-friend Akira “Chronos” Tryst. Feel free to ask me and my babies anything that comes to mind~ @criesin-gay

Callum / Shadow Rabbit and Mizalia / Monster Nature are characters belonging to @meepymorps, who will not be a mod on here but will still be helping out!

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It should be noted that this ask blog may delve into heavy topics and other general sensitive material. posts containing any sensitive topics will be tagged, but readers should still have an open mind while going through the story.

[terriblysheepish]

If I ever write post-Royal Akira with a palace, I want the place to be a weird Inception-style hellscape where everything is jilted and labyrinthine and constantly shifting and designed to trap you forever in its topsy-turvy, batshit insane walls and the only way to escape it is to do some scooby-doo nonsense like stepping on false tiles or smashing mirrors to expose secret corridors that lead to safe rooms and new parts of the palace

[trickyxkisses]

📺 + Haru somehow ventured alone into Akira's Palace and encountered Kitty. She wrapped her arms around the Shadow and hugged her tightly, sighing into her shoulder.

send 📺 + a question, and my muse’s shadow will answer it!

She accepts the hug, pulling Haru closer and gently smoothing down Haru’s hair. “Aw....What’s wrong?” Kitty’s lips twitch as she keeps her expression hidden, her arms squeezing the other a little tighter, “....Haru-chan, did something happen to you?”

The Shadow’s eyes narrow a bit, “....Do I have to take care of it? You know you can always come here princess...I’ll keep you safe.”

[hehosts-moved]

these midnight trysts are not unnoticed, if only due to the company she keeps. the company is property of a current watanabe goro. a name doesn’t matter; it’s the man that makes it anyways.

❝ he's not an honest man, you know, ❞ says the tiger, approaching from the alleyway behind the convenience store. fujita akira is blissfully ignorant, standing inside as he rings up items that are priced at average market value. goro has been listening, overhearing the verbal exchange between ren and karin / man and woman. their conversations are boring, but he often finds that most anything ren does is boring. ❝ he's well trained in the art of telling people the things they want to hear. no matter how genuine he seems, he's always lying. ❞

this is partially true, as true as goro knows ren to be, though there is a sense that ren is partially being forthright. where children are concerned, yori cannot help but butt his worried head in. ren is childless. yori is bestowed.

❝ your loneliness is palpable. i don’t blame you. who wouldn't be lonely? — being a fresh widow and all. ❞ // * @shegore​ 

[nightshadedawn]

@meganelukabutworse

Fandom: Persona 5

Ship: Yutaba

Prompt: "Ten out of ten. Would bang again." "Please stop." "Love you, babe."

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"Ten out of ten. Would bang again."

"Please stop."

"Love you, babe."

Futaba delved into giggles at Yusuke’s deadpan expression, though his cheeks were colored pink in the glow of the rising sun. It had been almost a year since Akira’s return to his hometown, leaving the Phantom Thieves without their leader. In that time, new bonds had been forged and reforged.

And Futaba had taken to Yusuke like a fly to honey. It hadn’t taken long between the realization of feelings and the actual beginning of their relationship. Futaba was socially awkward, making her too obvious. Yusuke, also socially awkward, was blunter on purpose.

But now, at the end of the school year, Yusuke and the other third years having graduated and Futaba ready to go into her final year of high school, Futaba had decided they needed to take the next step in their relationship before Yusuke went off for the next while, travelling Japan and “learning art by doing art,” as he said.

Yusuke had been hesitant at first when Futaba first asked him to sleep with her, not even understanding the question until Futaba said “I want to have sex with you.” Though he had, of course, grown more confident in the idea with time. Futaba, on the other hand, had been confident in the approach but grew more nervous when it came time for Sojiro to leave for a few days to pick Akira up and drive him back to Tokyo, the time frame for their secret tryst.

In the end, it had been as awkward as they’d feared but Futaba’s heart was still racing happily at the thought of it. She smiled at Yusuke as he brushed hair out of her face.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered lovingly.

“You are too,” she replied, closing in.

[akirakurusuimagines]

Fluff in which akira looses his glasses on his face.

Akira watched his history professor with a knowing smile as his homeroom teacher slash maid rang the intercom, her voice soft and asking for Mr. Inui to come to the faculty room. Always willing to comply, he dashed off with an estranged voice instructing the students in his classroom to continue reading the chapter they had been focused on, however, only a rare few would comply with those wishes. Akira watched him leave, waiting several seconds before setting up his desk in a manner where his books and folders shielded his face as Morgana asked what he was going to do⁠— there wasn’t much need to continue explaining. “I’m going to nap for a little while. Wake me up when he comes back, please.” Akira stroked under Morgana’s chin affectionately before he folded his arms under his head and laid himself to rest for a while.

It was a very pleasant dream⁠⁠— something he was grateful for. To be able to spend some time with you inside the huge ferris wheel by the beach he had only been to once before, a relatively romantic tryst, leaning closer and closer to each other, soft laughs from indescribable words filling the air between the two of you before he watched your eyes flutter closed, a warmth on his hand as you took his in your own and squeezed it… only for it all to be interrupted by the incessant hissing of his catpanion. At least he felt closer to you. 

“Wake up! He’s here!” Morgana slapped whatever part of Akira he could reach, tail swishing with anxiousness. “Akiraaaa!” 

“I’m up, I’m up,” Akira sighed, lifting his head and rubbing his eyes, groggy from the interrupted nap. He instinctively set the books down as he yawned, doing his best to wake himself up before the lesson began again. 

But something was wrong. Very wrong. The exhaustion subsided as concern swelled up in his chest, though he did his best not to outwardly show it. Akira brought his hand up to his face and touched it, dread settling in his stomach as he looked around his desk, under the books, in his bag, where Morgana was⁠— but to no avail. 

“Where did my glasses go?” He whispered, dumbfounded at the prospect that he lost them somehow while he had been sleeping. He could’ve sworn it was right next to him⁠— he looked at Morgana, but the cat was already knocked out, just like he had been. Ann was absent today too, probably to go see Shiho in the hospital. Akira looked around for his glasses a little more, the feeling of being exposed without them was eating away at him. It wasn’t on the floor, not on his chair, not anywhere nearby. Where did they go? 

He was stuck with that anxiety the entire class, making sure his bangs covered most of his face and that he didn’t look at any of his peers directly. The moment school let out, he scooped up his poor cat into his bag and made his way out, the eyes that were watching him were suffocating. Akira almost gave up hope of finding his glasses, wondering if someone had taken them as a prank of some sort, or out of malicious intent. He wasn’t in the mood to interrogate anyone. Instead, Akira set off, wanting to find you⁠— perhaps you could help him. 

“There you are,” Akira’s exacerbated voice let on to his distress perhaps more than he would’ve liked. 

“Huh? Are you okay?” You held onto your bag tightly as you stared at him, clearly worried. It wasn’t often that Akira of all people was vulnerable. You looked up, and it clicked almost immediately. “Where’d your glasses go?” 

Akira shuffled his feet and rubbed the back of his neck. “That’s what I’m trying to look for. I haven’t found it yet. I don’t know where they went,” he explained. “I just took a nap in class and suddenly they were gone.” 

You stared at him for several moments, putting the pieces together as he explained the situation. A smile formed on your face and the words faded from his mouth as he watched you, clearly surprised at your joyful reaction. You stepped closer to him, taking your hands and gently pulling his face closer to yours. 

His eyes went wide and he could feel his face heating up at the proximity, the memories of his dream flooding back to him and he opened his mouth, wanting to say something, anything⁠, wondering if this was even real⁠— 

“Here you go!” You declared, and true to your word, held his missing glasses in your hand like a skilled magician. 

Akira stared at you, then at his glasses, and back at you. “How did you⁠—”

You laughed softly and opted to put the glasses on his face, gently putting his bags back in their rightful place over them, though made no move to back away and increase the distance between you two. “They were stuck in your hair. I guess you have so much of it that you didn’t even notice.” 

If he wasn’t outwardly blushing a minute ago, he was sure he was now. “Oh…” Akira was extremely embarrassed, the culmination of losing his glasses on himself and then panicking about it, plus how close you were and the dream he had⁠— he cleared his throat and stepped back, twisting his bangs in a nervous fidget. It wasn’t often the leader of the Phantom Thieves was taken aback like this. “Case closed, then.” 

“Case closed!” You repeated joyfully, though a short air of awkward silence fell between the two of you. 

Akira was the first one to break it, somewhat getting his composure in order. “Would you like to hang out somewhere today?” 

You brightened up at his offer, nodding vehemently. “I’d love to.” 

“How does the diner in Shibuya sound to you?”

“Perfect.”

Akira’s heart fluttered as you took his hand, and a smile formed on his face, the anxieties he had completely washed away as you excitedly lead him towards Shibuya, eager to spend as much time as you can with the transfer student. 

Though he put much more faith in you than he probably should, considering how quickly you began to tease him on your way there about how he lost his glasses, watching the heat flare on his face as you called him cute, and warned him to not lose anything else in that fluffy black hair of his. 

[esonikofanfiction]

K: TALES OF MIDNIGHT: CHAPTER IV: ROOK

"You should rest, Mr. Fushimi," The Captain offered.

"Like hell," came the reply. 

While all the ranks of Scepter 4 had been deployed from Headquarters and Akira Industries to the unlit realm of darkness that was Tokyo, Fushimi wasn't about to let the tediousness of sleep obstruct him from snatching his last opportunity to catch the aggravating Rei Kiyoka, the nemesis he loathed, the one with whom he shared an equal blame in causing recent events. The blackout, having thus deposited the city into darkness, cast it likewise into chaos, a chaos that the Blue King was then forced to sweep back into order, lest the city overrun itself. 

While, no doubt, the police were busy quelling violence springing up amongst the general populous, Scepter 4 had its hands full of criminality pertaining to the realm of the supernatural. Therefore, if Fushimi couldn't sleep on account of utter rage and a thirst for vengeance, it was a guarantee he would find no sense of peace when all of Tokyo lay a seething mass of lawlessness and turmoil. 

Fushimi's abrupt response to the Captain's thoughtful — albeit unrealistic — suggestion, was met with no resistance. The Captain made no effort to instruct him on the proper course of action he should take (or not take), nor to inquire as to what Fushimi planned to do instead. He said nothing, which Fushimi ascertained as an unofficial signal to continue in whatever manner he saw fit. It appeared that Munakata had some faith left in his favorite of the Blues, a sentiment that, earlier, Fushimi deemed as pointless and unnecessary. Only then did he discover (however faintly) that while faith was never needed for assurances of friendliness, it did have a way of making his job easier to do.

With this in mind, Fushimi ventured out alone into the dim of early morning, that unpredictable landscape to which, from every shadow in the city, all the little terrors had sprung, wreaking havoc in abundance, free from all restraint, until societal decorum should restore itself again. 

Fushimi had spent enough time in dismal situations both personally and — if one could speak thus of the likes of Homra — professionally to know what he was up against. He knew what sort of creatures lingered in the dark. He, himself, for all intents and purposes, was one of them. In places where no sense of light could penetrate, those unpredictabilities and dangers, held no power over him; nor at the very least, on his subconscious. Therefore not an ounce of fear prevailed itself upon him but the thought of Rei Kiyoka and the urge to bring her down.

Just one clue — abysmal and, in truth, perhaps a dead end — was left to him: the ‘circle’ was indeed complete, as Munakata said. The inner radius of Tachibana, Yotsuya and Yoyogi stations left some sleuthing still to do. 

If I'm going to find anything down there, he told himself, now's the time: while the city's in shambles. Wait too long, and whatever evidence is down there'll be long gone — that's even assuming something’s there to begin with. That psycho played me twice already. It's not like I'm holding my breath. 

Once again, Fushimi understood the sheer absurdity that came from his obsession; likewise he could see the paradox, grumbling at the actuality of it: I can't just leave a clue, no matter how pointless. What’s worse is that she knows it. 

If, by some odd chance, obsession and a hunch paid off, Fushimi had hoped to pick up Kiyoka's trail. But then, when are the odds ever reassuring? He fought inwardly, rubbing tired fingers over dreary, blood-shot eyes. Either it’ll lead me straight to her, or it'll be a shit waste of time, or both. Outwardly, he sighed. “Geez.”

Not long after, he was at Yoyogi Station, the most recent place in which he'd picked up Kiyoka's signal. In the dull, deserted station, he switched on his wrist device to reveal a holographic screen: a 3D map of Shizume’s metro system. However this one carried further into the deep labyrinth of windy sewers, tunnels, all those incomplete passageways beneath the subway lines. As it was, no modern map existed of the vast, elicit network known as the Shizume Underworld, nor would one have helped. Part of the mystery surrounding the Underworld was that it was constantly evolving.

Nevertheless, Fushimi had his ways of proctoring the data that he needed, layering what intel he could find until an adequate map had pieced itself together. Riddled still with gaps and forcing him, in sections, to maneuver blindly through, he carried on, unhindered in his search.

Silently, he trekked his way down concrete stairwells, past the service doors, scaling afterward, a rusted iron ladder, to the grime-filled sewers below: the upper echelons of the Underworld. 

It smelt of dank and thick precipitation, every little sound a harrowed echo running through an endless web of corridors. 

Approaching a massive cavern indiscernibly deep, he found another metal ladder that descended into it, seemingly to nowhere. Without a care, he ventured down, his holographic map his sole illumination in the dark. 

The ladder carried down about a hundred feet or so. When at last he reached the bottom, he was met with yet another set of stairs, at the end of which, passing through an arched walkway, he came upon a larger, surprisingly less disgusting chamber than the others; nor was it so life-suckingly dark: a vague inclination, he suspected. It was indeed a contrast to the overly decrepit halls left totally abandoned near the surface: A tactical decision, he divined. If it looks like no one's home, they won't be bothered by too many visitors — only those who come here looking for them. 

Further signs of life revealed themselves the deeper in he went. Observing the walls, he found them littered with graffiti, coded guiding signals, evidence of secret trysts: messages encrypted in the slang that only those within the Underworld could read. The damp, as well, had greatly eased itself; the smell of rot and filth had faded to a mild, somewhat cool scent of stone.

Fushimi had hypothesized that many of the Underworld had stolen street-side, no doubt anxious for a chance to enter the festivities. But surely not everyone, he figured, peering all around. The place had seemed unnervingly deserted up until then, an observation that had begun to make him wary. Even those astute in keeping themselves hidden from his eyes could not have managed to conceal a sense of presence that Fushimi would have naturally discerned, and yet he felt nothing, nothing whatsoever; until at once, he did. From utter emptiness to an all-invasive force, he sensed a set of eyes, distinct, pursuant of him and him alone, approaching from behind. 

Fushimi didn’t stop. Hiding his perception in his movements, he journeyed on as though he hadn't noticed. Meanwhile, his is slim daggers hidden neatly up his sleeves crept silently into his grasp.

He wound down more deserted halls and stairwells, following his makeshift map, thoroughly engrossed within the maze. The eyes followed.

After some time, sensing the inaction on the part of his pursuer, Fushimi began to feel a bit restless. Let’s see what you're made of, shall we? He decided. 

Abandoning his slow and steady course, he jerked himself around the nearest corner, feigning escape. 

He broke into a jog, weaving round one corner, then another. Then for the first time, he could hear the steps of his pursuer speeding up to match. Not just a pair of eyes now, are we?

Coming to a forked path, Fushimi didn’t hesitate. Picking one at random, he removed his wrist device and set it on the ground, the holographic map igniting him in dim electric hues. He quickly rose and crept his way down the adjacent fork, hiding in the shadows. 

A moment later, he could hear the steps of his assailant growing, thumping ever-louder before stopping altogether.

Peering from his hiding place, he saw the darkened silhouette of a somewhat slight figure, hooded, stooping to retrieve his wrist device. Silently, he crept out from the shadows, taking stance directly in the figure’s rear.

“Looking for me?” He said. Before another movement could be made, he had the figure pinned inside a power hold, a red-soaked dagger drawn below the neck.

His captive cried out in alarm. “Wait! Hold up! I didn’t mean anything, man! I swear!“

All at once the tension ceased. Fushimi slumped with thorough agitation. “You must be joking,” he said, spinning round the figure. Swiping back the hood, he found a grungy teenage boy, staring horrorstruck at him. 

“Look, man, I’m sorry!” He stumbled out, holding up his hands in a surrender pose. "I just thought I’d make an easy score, that’s all!”

Fushimi clicked his tongue. Just an ordinary nobody.

“Look, man. Clearly I was wrong but –”

 “Damn right, you were,” Fushimi interrupted, releasing the boy with a shove. The boy gave back a slight, uncertain look. “Go,” Fushimi ordered. “And don’t come back.” 

The Underling perceived. He fumbled back a step, nodding furiously. “Y-you got it, man! I...thanks!” And with another a cautious glance back to Fushimi, he took off in a run, scurrying back the way he came. 

Fushimi ran his fingers through his hair, grumbling to himself. “Kids.”

After that, he met no other obstacles, nor could he detect the eyes of further Underdwellers lurking in the shadows far beyond. He was alone, almost uncomfortably so, and then he realized why. I must be getting close, he ascertained. Wherever there are aura-wielders, normal people tend to run and hide – If you could really call these people normal, he added, thinking back to the boy he nearly sliced up with his dagger by mistake. From the look of him, the boy was all of thirteen years of age, yet even then Fushimi saw in him a slithering creature doomed to a degrading life of darkness and betrayal, of filth in every aspect, of lying, cheating, stealing, of ignorance and carelessness to every other form of life beyond that which he knew; but above all, Fushimi saw death – not immediately perhaps, but slowly over time, a festering decay that eats the soul away until there’s nothing left to call a man human anymore. This particular thought brought to Fushimi’s mind all sorts of other things, things he had forgotten, things too close to home. Sensing this, he quickly pulled away as one might redirect himself on taking a wrong turn somewhere. Thereafter, he referred back to his wrist device, following his map as thoroughly as before, lest he start to wander once again throughout a set of mental halls more intricate than those inside the Underworld.

He guessed that he’d been wandering around for about an hour when he came across a thick metal door - the first he’d actually come to that wasn’t already open or partially broken in. On the contrary, this one seemed relatively new. Adding to suspicion, it was locked. Fushimi found this amusing. You’d be better off hanging up a sign that says, ‘Here we are,’ than putting something so obvious as a locked door here. Of course I’m going to go in.

Less than a minute and Fushimi had successfully cracked the keypad and trekked his way inside. 

Standing at the threshold, he peered into a room chock-full of blinking screens reflecting neon glimmers off the lenses of his glasses. "Now we're talking," he said, slipping inside. 

Near the end of the room, he found a small cluster of monitors and slid into the chair before them, pulling out a thin magnetic disk, which he plopped atop the drive. Instantly, he set to work, scanning lines of code, gathering what intel he could find.

As he did, a screen behind him sounded out a little ding. Spinning round, he found a small IM box open on the lower left-hand side. The chime had been an alert, signaling an incoming message. 

Sliding over to it, Fushimi skimmed its contents, subsequently pausing as he read the final line. 

“Kawaguchi Industries: Payment received from Aka Shinku Technologies - item K004: localization complete // algorithm link established.”

"A transaction?" He said, squinting. “So Kawaguchi Industries sold the algorithm? But that can't be right. The algorithm was stolen from Kawaguchi. How could they have sold something they didn't even have? And who the hell is Aka Shinku Technologies? Why do they need the algorithm? Or do they actually have it?" Skeptical, he read the message over. Localization complete. Algorithm link established. "But that would mean..." 

Scowling hard, his eyes roamed out to all the other monitors, their glowing screens replete with running lines of code. Subconsciously, he followed them, searching, thinking. Something didn't add up. 

"Wait a second," he said, checking them again. "The algorithm: it was never actually uploaded to any physical drive, was it? The reason why I haven't been able to find a location for it is because technically, it isn't anywhere. Or I guess, it's currently everywhere at once. It must still be swimming around in some sort of an online matrix. That way, it wouldn't need a facility to house itself, and you could feasibly tap into it from anywhere in the world and have instant, total access to it. And yet, its supernatural influence must be what's making it so impossible to find." Then all at once, it dawned on him. "So that's how she did it. The only way to keep it safe while letting it roam out there in the open is to tie it to an aura, a very unique aura, one that no-one else has. Therefore, the only person who can access it is - “

"The one who holds the aura," came a voice behind him. 

Fushimi whirled around, only to be taken all at once by supernatural arms that thrust him by the shoulders to the ground. His limbs as well were bound by glowing chains that suddenly appeared — conjured by two Strains who stood on either side. The more he tried to squirm, the more tightly they would bind themselves around him.

Their task complete, his attackers stepped apart, leaving him to fidget in his place. Struggling uncomfortably, he peered up to encounter Rei Kiyoka propped inside the doorway, her features calm, her arms crossed lazily before her. 

For a moment there was silence. Neither one of them moved. How long has she been here? Fushimi wondered. And how much did she hear?

"You'd be right, you know," Kiyoka informed him, stepping into the room. "As it is, you cannot access the algorithm. No one can. No one except me." 

Fushimi cocked his head, sending out a look of pure annoyance. "What you're saying doesn't make sense. What about Kawaguchi Industries?”

"What about them?" 

"You know damn well what. You said you created the Kawaguchi Algorithm, and yet you also stole it from them? Why would you steal something you supposedly created?" 

Kiyoka tapped her fingers on her chin, humming at the ceiling. ”Is it technically stealing if you're just taking back what’s already yours?" Peering back at him, her emerald eyes took on a neon glow from that of the screens.

"Kawaguchi stole it from me. I simply stole it back,” she explained. "Or rather, I stole all of Kawaguchi Industries in addition to my algorithm. Girl needs payback every now and again. So I guess you can say, I am now Kawaguchi Industries.”

Fushimi scoffed at her. ”You?”

"What? You don't believe that I would use the very algorithm I created to commandeer the company that stole it from me, so becoming the head of my own organization?”

"A corrupt organization, I'm sure,” he mumbled under his breath.

"But you're not so sure, are you?” She said, her eyes fixated on him, glowing, searching, eerily calculated. “I can see it,” she went on. “Something in your eyes that tells me, even in its smallest form, that you believe me. But of course, it's only natural that one creator recognizes another, you being the one who built the Yuishiki System after all." 

Fushimi scowled, taken aback. "How did you – ?"

“Admit it. You believe that I would create something as outrageous as the Kawaguchi Algorithm because it's something you yourself would create. You have already created it, in your own way. So why is it so hard to believe that someone else could ever be like you?”  

Blinking wide, Fushimi stared at her. Like me? He thought, suddenly speculative.

“But if you insist on being stubborn, go ahead, look into it," Kiyoka offered. "Take a peek inside Kawaguchi Industries. Plug it into your prize, the Yuishiki System, and see what you find." 

Hold on, He thought. Clearly she’d have a lot to gain from holding me captive. So why is she telling me all this? “Are you saying you plan to me go?” He said aloud. “Again?” 

Kiyoka shrugged. “I thought I made it clear - “

“Yeah, yeah, I know. You can’t kill me because He wouldn’t like it. But just who is this ‘He,’ you’re referring to? Anyone I know?”

Just then a little glimmer flashed across her eyes; or perhaps it was the haze from all the screens. Either way, Fushimi caught it, and Kiyoka blinked away, almost self-consciously.

“So you let me go,” Fushimi said, ”And in the meantime, you just get to disappear, am I right? While you send me off on another wild goose chase, off you go scot free." He shook his head. “I don't think so. I'm going to find out what it is you’re planning, and when I do, I will stop you. You don't get to be the one left standing at the end of this.”

“And I suppose you believe that you deserve that right instead?" Kiyoka asked, recovering her playful attitude.

"No one deserves that right," he shot back. "Besides, simply being the one left standing doesn't necessarily mean that I've beaten you. You will have tried, failed, and lost, all on your own. And what do I get? Some pathetic sense of victory that doesn't mean shit. That's not winning. The rules of this world don't allow us the luxury of winning. That's why I change the rules. If I'm not the one left standing, it's because I will have made sure that you're the one to fall, even if it means tying a noose around both our necks. I'll take you down with me if I have to.”

Kiyoka clicked her tongue. ”What a stupid way to go." 

"For you, maybe. But not for me. Because unlike you, driven down against your will, I will have chosen for myself, a decision you will have failed to take away from me. As it happens, I will be the one who inevitably strips you of that right. That’s when I’ll know that I’ve won: when I’ve taken everything from you, even your ability to choose.”

At this, Kiyoka paused, nodding slowly. ”I see.” Eyeing a chair beside her, she reached her fingers out, fiddling the upholstery. “And are you so certain that I’ve not already made my choice? That I've not already found the path I wish to take down into hell, and that this isn't just my way of carrying it out?" 

Gradually, she turned to look at him, a darkness in her eye. 

“Perhaps this noose around my neck has already been tied, but it was I who tied it there; I who am now counting on you to let go of the other end, to give the final push. And for that, I can’t have you diving in head first before it’s time.”

”What are you saying?” Fushimi asked. “That you actually want me to kill you?" 

“Kill me?” She chuckled sharply. Then her tone fell flat. “If only it were that easy. No, what I’m saying is this: that if I can't rely on you, Saruhiko Fushimi, then what really is the point of you?” All at once her playfulness subsided, as though it were a mask, finally stripped away. Not even in her eyes did he detect a sense of cunning anymore. As it was, her bluntness, almost human in simplicity and earnestness, had thrown him off completely. 

“The hell?” He said in actual bewilderment. 

Kiyoka didn’t stop. “You know, it would be one thing if you were simply unreliable. But after what you just said — all that blind talk of taking me down with you — you're not even that, are you? You're worse. Because you still can't even bring yourself to figure out why you should be relied upon, and why it is you can’t be. You’re too busy obsessing over the wrong things to even notice the bigger picture.” She shook her head slowly. “Someone with that big of a propensity for oversight is nothing more than a waste of good intellect – not even useful enough to be used.” She made a turn for the door and paused, her voice weighed down, strained. “What a disappointment.” Then with a tired flick of her hand, signaling her men, she exited the room without another word.

Feeling oddly anxious, Fushimi opened his mouth to stop her. Her words, he found, had left a sinking feeling in his chest. Not that he quite figured what to say to make her stay, only that by letting her continue, to watch her walk away, out his sight, he’d somehow lose her further to the darkness, one that no one else could see nor venture through but her. Somehow, this unnerved him, and prompted him to call her back; yet as he did, the aura-chain that bound him rung itself more thoroughly around him, burning him as would a red-hot iron pressed against his skin. He let out an instant cry, mainly from surprise, and that’s when he heard it: the item he'd been waiting on: the metal disk he placed atop the computer drive let out its own alarm. 

Sudden action flooded into his face. With a rising grunt, he forced his limbs against the chains, unleashing both his auras in a two-fold blast that overwhelmed his captors, obliterating them, the chains, as well as half the computer room; more importantly, the evidence that he had seen regarding Aka Shinzu Technologies, information he was then certain Rei Kiyoka had no knowledge of. For once, he’d gained the upper hand.

Snatching up the disk, he ducked out through the newly blasted wall, only to discover a small army of aura-wielders in the presence of Rei Kiyoka, turned to witness the commotion.

For but an instant, their eyes met. Something of alarm — no; excitement, maybe? — carried in Rei Kiyoka’s gaze, and then she gave the order and her followers unleashed themselves. 

Fushimi held a lasting glance on Kiyoka, observing her, then drew his saber outward in a flourish of his power, and vanished into the darkness.

He could still hear the shouts of Kiyoka issuing her orders to pursue, even when he was certain of escape, and it was several more moments before the final hints of aura flashes dwindled away behind him.

At last, he gained the fresh clean air and early rays of dawn atop the surface, though feeling somewhat strange, empty, as though inside the darkness of the Underworld, where Rei Kiyoka lingered, a part of him belonged: where the fierceness of the light forever failed to penetrate.

Exhaustedly, he stared up at the sky, sensed a gust of wind and closed his eyes against it, letting out a long, unhindered sigh.

Reflecting on Rei Kiyoka’s words, everything about her, everything that happened, none of it made sense. She won’t kill me; she won’t take me hostage; she knows I’m powerful enough, and that those chains would never have held me had I really wanted to escape. She could have used her own aura to stop me, but she didn’t. She let me go. But she wanted me — no, she wanted them to think she did everything she could. 

Faced then with the unavoidable truth, he caved. She’s right, I’ve been obsessing over the wrong thing. There’s something more to it. I just can’t seem to see it yet. And that’s the thing: I do actually believe her, or rather, I believe that everything she’s telling me is just one piece of the puzzle - only half the truth. Before, I mistook that for lies, but now I get it. Only half a truth doesn’t necessarily make it a lie. It just means there’s more that needs to be told. And obviously she has a reason for not telling me, which makes her dangerous. I just have to figure out the rest of the puzzle. Only then will I be able to…

Again, he sighed, uncommonly troubled. 

Opening his eyes, staring at the yellow morning glow, he hailed the Captain on the comms. 

"I was wondering when I'd hear from you, Mr. Fushimi," the Captain answered. “Did you find what you were looking for?”

Yes. No. Hell, I have no idea, he thought. Why does that question seem so hard to answer right now? Therefore, instead, he simply asked, “What do you know about an Aka Shinku Technologies, Captain?”

There was a slight pause. ”Very little, I'm afraid. Merely that it is an organization in name only, but that below the surface lies a collection of supernatural beings with, shall we say, questionable motives."

"You could just say 'terror organization,’ Captain."

"Very well, then. From what I’ve gathered, their primary focus lies in exercising supernatural dominance over those they deem as lesser or sub-standard.”

“Sub-standard? You mean regular humans?”

“Precisely. They believe supernatural beings should be at the forefront of society. Therefore, they employ certain criminal tactics centered on aggression so as to bring about fear, and ultimately submission to that same dominance they believe is owed to them. But why do you ask? What is their affiliation with this case?”

"I believe Rei Kiyoka is working with them. Somehow the algorithm's involved, too, but..." 

"But what?" 

“I’m not really sure. It could be just a feeling but…whatever it is she's planning, and whatever she’s about to do…I think she wants me to stop her.”

(Chapter III: Hakkā // Chapter V: Allegiance)

(K:Tales of Midnight is an Eso Niko Fan Fiction series based on the anime/manga series K, written by GoRa and produced by GoHands. All fan fiction works written by Eso Niko are categorized as ‘unofficial fan fiction,’ and are in no way affiliated to GoRa and GoHands.)

[rstarlightlive]

Seigfeld girls as sappho quotes

Akira- 

She who shuns love soon will pursue  it,

She who scorns gifts, will send them still,

That girl will learn love, though she do it,

Against her will.

Shiori- 

Moon and Pleiades go down.

Midnight and tryst pass be

I, though, lie

Alone.

Yachiyo- 

But I am hardly some backbiter bent On vengeance, no, my heart is lenient.

Mei Fan- 

Stand and face me, dear, release

That fineness in your irises

Michiru- 

As for you girls, the gorgeous ones, there will be no change in my plans

[storiesbyjes2g]

Juliana Assaoui (née Gyles)

Juliana is Jonathan’s niece. She is married to Karim Assaoui, and they have one child together: a son named Lamont. Juliana has a daughter named Carlee from a previous encounter. They live in Oasis Springs with her mother.

Background

Juliana was born in the Pruett Estate just before Jonathan’s engagement. She was the first generation 10 child, and he was so enamored with her. His father died two days before her birth, so her cute little brown face was his ray of sunshine in a dark world. 

When the Gyles family moved away from the Pruett Estate, Janessa kept a sharp eye on Juliana. She grew up feeling smothered, never being able to go anywhere except Jonathan or Juliette’s house. Juliana could not wait for Maya to have her birthday so she could have other places to go for she knew Maya would be free to roam the world. She, Maya, their cousin Mark, and Maya’s friend Anthony hung tight until Maya and Anthony began dating. Juliana was a little jealous because she and Maya were best friends, and she felt like she’d been tossed aside for some bald geek.

Again, on Juliana’s next birthday, she was anxious for Maya’s birthday so they could go out and party together. Because Maya had to wait for Anthony’s birthday, she had more time on their hands, and the two young ladies got back together. They partied hard, drank, and flirted with all the guys. At least Maya did. She had no shortage of fans everywhere they went while no one gave a second look at Juliana. In high school, Maya had always implied that Juliana was plain and in need of help with her look. Maybe it was true. Maybe she wasn’t that good looking and no one wanted her. The thought depressed her so much. It wasn’t fair that Maya got all the attention. Didn’t she realize how much it hurt to be left out? Or, how lame she looked sitting at the bar by herself?

One night, Maya went out, leaving Juliana by her lonesome. That was the moment Juliana took control of her life. She didn’t need Maya leading her around everywhere. Besides, they wouldn’t always be so close, and Juliana needed to find herself and learn to have a life apart from Maya. And, Maya shouldn’t have been the only one having all the fun! Juliana went to a party. It was so weird to be alone, and she halfway regretted going out that night. A cute guy stumbled to the bar, smiled at her, and ordered another drink. She smiled back and threw a few lines at him she remembered Maya saying hoping they worked. Later, they ended up at his place, and she lost her virginity to a total, drunken stranger. It was not the experience she hoped for. She left his apartment feeling emptier than she came. Would he even remember her if they ran into each other? She barely remembered his name. And, the sex wasn’t even that great.

Shortly after the drunken tryst, she discovered she was pregnant. When she got around to telling Maya, they both made shocking discoveries. Juliana learned that Maya was still a virgin. She assumed she had scored many times, but it turned out she was only a tease and Juliana’s regretful night was for nothing. Maya learned how her childhood teasing shaped Juliana’s image of herself, and she felt so much regret. She also learned that Juliana’s drunken boo was none other than Akira Kibo!

She disappointed everyone, but they supported her just like Pruetts always do, and she appreciated that but didn’t like how the baby now consumed her life. She loved Carlee but felt like she was doomed to never have fun again. But, Janessa recognized how stressed she was and remembered how being a new mom felt, so she offered to babysit one night so Juliana could have a guilt-free night of fun. She went to another party and saw Karim standing off to the side watching people dance. Something which felt like lightning zipped through her body. He must have felt it too because he came over and asked her to dance. She’d never felt such a strong connection with anyone. He danced well, had great conversations, and laughed a lot. They left the club together to go for a walk which lasted many hours because their conversations were so fluid. Somehow, she knew he was the one and wanted to open her baggage and get everything in the open on the front end. She told him about Carlee and Akira, and surprisingly Karim did not run for the hills. Instead, he asked questions about her daughter and who was watching her that night.

Some kind of way, their night turned morning did end, and they went home but only for a short time. They had dinner later that night, and Karim asked about Carlee again and seemed so interested in her. Juliana had a good feeling, so she asked if he would like to meet her. He was stoked. After dinner, they went back to Oasis Springs. She introduced them, and Karim picked her up and said, “You don’t know me, but I’m a friend and will protect you as best as I can.” Juliana was completely sold. Upon meeting Janessa, Karim said he wanted to marry Juliana. Janessa thought they were both clinically insane. They did their best to convince her what they felt was real, and she reluctantly gave her blessing.

Personality & Fun Facts

Juliana is introverted but not a loner. Confrontation is not her favorite thing to do--especially with her children. Between her feelings of being smothered as a child and not liking confrontation, she pretty much lets her children do whatever they want, and they are total monsters. At least Carlee is. Lamont is still a baby right now.

She loves lemonade and spaghetti. Her favorite color is blue and favorite movie is Roaring Vice. Her radio is always switched on the easy listening station, and she adores thrillers.

Juliana is quietly funny and inherited the goofball trait from the same person Jonathan did: his mother, her grandmother. 

She too has never held a job, but if she ever decides to give it a try, she will consider becoming a painter.

The cold weather is her favorite despite living in Oasis Springs. She likes how crisp it feels.

[thedigitalpen]

“If we join them, we too will lose our reason and act on instinct alone.”

Combined with the side eye in the last frame, that sounds suspiciously like some sort of innuendo-filled invitation from Ryo to get a bit down and dirty with Akira. 

Actually, I don’t think anyone would be surprised if that really was the case and Ryo was just asking Akira for a little tryst on the dancefloor. Sure, he might have just been gauging Akira’s reaction here but come on, we all know he loves Akira.

[housesoftrees]

THE SOUL OF MAX

Character Name — Maximillian “Max” Madrigal

Age — 28 - 35

Role — Healer

House — Jupiter

FCs — Manny Jacinto, Charles Michael Davis

STATUS — Open

BEHIND THE SOUL.

“One sip of his Chianti varieties, and you’ll be singing like a nightingale.” Words written in ink, and circulated throughout the greater Tuscany area. It’s enough of a glowing recommendation to take the once-floundering, Jupiter’s vineyard and turn it to a place for myths and legends. But this is not new for the likes of Max, who could find the diamond in any rough. From his mother’s rickety jeep in the heart of Manila, to the leaky building where he turned his first penny. It’s a talent of his. After all, Max is a believer. And fortunately, he has the skill and ego (mostly ego) to push himself to the hilt. After making a small but respectable fortune off a sub-par building-turned-rental, Max had the ability to make his next enterprise come to life. When Jupiter’s Vineyard put itself up for bankruptcy, Max sunk every penny (and then some) into the aging vineyard. His passion for wine and entertainment, propelling him through every leaky faucet and bad yield. But the seeds of his passion take root, and from it arises the comeback of Jupiter’s vineyard. With an eye for enterprise, it surprises many that Max’s allegiances fall with the House of Jupiter. Yet one look at his debonair smile and hedonistic drive, is enough to answer the question ten-fold. One can only wonder if it’s loyalty, or a good time that keeps him in Jupiter’s ranks. 

PROFESSION

Healer for the House of Jupiter - Owner of Jupiter’s Vineyard

SOUL CONNECTIONS

Akira “Aki” Tanaka - Soul Connection - High. Max has claimed devotion to many wayward souls, in between bedroom trysts and sloppy text messages. But never has he felt such a connection, quite like this. Max can see beneath Aki’s well-cut suits and bespoke shoes, and see a man of drive and need underneath. Max almost reaches beneath the shallow surface, but the tale of the Unprecedented Romance is enough to deter even the most reckless of people. 

Hayle Oliveira - Soul Connection - Low. Although Max refuses to say it, the popularity of his vineyard can be credited to Hayle’s ingenuity. Leave it to a soul of Mercury to cut a deal outside of their Elders, in order to turn a profit. It’s a dangerous arrangement, but Max would not have his vineyard if he feared risk. Risk nothing, gain nothing - he says it on repeat, as he cuts her further into the vineyards profits. 

Bakhita Ahmadi - Soul Connection - Low. To the public, the story of Jupiter’s Vineyard is one of rags-to-riches. A glorious tale about an enterprising young man, who uses the proceeds of his last venture to bank roll the investment. But that is not entirely true. In the midst of renovations, Max’s budget borders on collapse. Thanks to Bakhitas quick influx of cash, he manages through - only to ignore the fine print, and have himself caught in a battle over the vineyard’s ownership structure. 

[trickyxkisses]

@harugardenthief​ continuing from here.

Oh...So that’s what was wrong?

Kitty kept hugging Haru, but her eyes stare off....Right towards her maze before fighting back the urge to laugh. Haru was so sweet though....Always thinking about her though. She wasn’t bad, maybe.....Maybe she could just distract her...

“You’re so sweet to think it over Haru,” she giggles lightly as she continues to stroke her hair, “You shouldn’t overthink it though...I mean, I’m not acting any different am I? Out there?”

Not quite....

Akira seemed to be getting quieter though, often spacing out or not quite paying much attention. In fact it seemed lately the leader of their group got jumpy when someone got too close...She still smiled and cared for everyone, but it seemed....It didn’t seem she was all quite there.

[universal-kitty]

oh, also Abe, have you and Akira ever sneaked out for some private time together? or do you stick to the library for private time? - limey

@limey-blue-arty-do

   “When we’re out traveling, we...try to, to say the least of it. Our trysts never last as long as either of us would like, though. I’ll admit to that much.

   “Back at base, though... It depends. The library is an...untrustworthy hub, usually. We only stick around if we know the workload is less pressing and thus, we’re more likely to get guaranteed alone time. She’s even sweet enough to sometimes join me in my tank, on occasion... Though that’s more of a hang-out than specific private time. I enjoy it nonetheless.

   “...We may have snuck around base a time or two before, though. Don’t let Red know, though. The last thing I need is to overhear his curiosity in what exactly we’ve been up to...and how- in our experience- the broom closet isn’t as worth it as the movies and TV shows like to make it out to be.”

[analysis-by-vaylon]

Samurai Jack and the faraway women of Japanese storytelling.

I had been thinking for a long time of writing about Samurai Jack, but I wasn't quite sure what to say. Now that I've seen the end to the series, I know. This post will be less analytically rigorous and more reflective.

If you follow my blog mainly for analysis of Star vs. the Forces of Evil, don't worry; I will soon return with a vengeance to writing about it.

As this deals with a series ending, I have decided to hide the majority of this post. Spoilers ahead. Continue on for the rest.

After Jack finally defeats Aku, peace is restored to the land. Jack is due to happily wed Ashi.

If Samurai Jack were a Western story, that's where the tale would have ended.

I cannot assuage your grief at the ending, but I can perhaps enlighten you as to why it happened the way it did. Samurai Jack's ending is, in fact, quite traditional in Japanese storytelling.

As anyone who has read my post on genre in Star vs. the Forces of Evil knows, traditional Western comedies -- that is, comedic plays, which Samurai Jack certainly fits the mold of -- almost always end with two different things coming together in harmony. Specifically, they end in marriage. Think Much Ado About Nothing, for example.

Samurai Jack, however, is, at its heart, a Japanese-inspired story. In Japanese storytelling, replete with bittersweet endings, men and women cannot be together -- not even in happy stories. I call this "the faraway woman."

Let's take a look at a few prominent, modern examples of Japanese storytelling.

Seven Samurai

Akira Kurosawa's famous epic Seven Samurai -- which I strongly recommend everyone watch at least once in their lives -- has a bittersweet ending: with the bandits dead, the farmers are free to resume their ordinary lives in peace, but four of the seven die to bring it about.

Katsushiro, one of the seven samurai, and Shino, a farmer's daughter, have a tryst earlier in the film, but in the end, despite their earlier love, they are unable to be together, as Shino is from a different social class, and a samurai could never marry a farmer's daughter. Shino knows this, and this is why she walks away from Katsushiro at the end.

The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess

A minor example, but Twilight Princess's bittersweet ending is nearly pitch-perfect for Japanese storytelling. Midna, the titular Twilight Princess, leaves Link forever because they cannot be together -- they're from two different worlds. (That phrase should sound familiar to viewers of Star vs. the Forces of Evil...)

Neon Genesis Evangelion

There are many faraway women in Neon Genesis Evangelion, and I'd one day like to write in-depth about them -- particularly about Shinji and Misato's relationship.

There is, however, a line of dialogue from the series, delivered by Ryoji Kaji as he's speaking to Shinji, that succicntly and poetically encapsulates the idea of the faraway woman:

The kanji we use for "she" literally means "the woman far away." To us, women will always be on the distant shore. Basically, there's a river dividing men and women, deeper and wider than the ocean.

The idea that there is some uncrossable gulf that divides men and women is, I think, a theme that permeates Japanese storytelling. And therefore, it is only fitting for it to appear in Samurai Jack.

Samurai Jack's ending is bittersweet because the series is true to its roots in Japanese storytelling. To men, women will always be distant. In this case, the gulf between Jack and Ashi is as deep and as wide as time itself.

Love can perhaps briefly bridge that gulf, but nothing is permanent. Everything is transient. Nowhere is that made more evident than with the sakura -- the fleeting cherry blossoms.

Cherish those brief blossoms while you can.

[waspsbewaremywrath]

NSB Legacy Summary - Part 1/?

I’ll start with my founder, Fauna Kerrington! She originally looked like this:

but I didn’t really like that, so after succeeding in obtaining a wider variety of custom content, she eventually looked like this:

Yep, she’s changed a lot over the years (sim years not real ones). Also her original last name was Darien but my sister said that was lame so I changed it.

She fell in love with this handsome lad:

but that was before I knew that apparently almost every single let’s play out there used Akira in some shape or form as a love interest. Alas, Fauna and Akira shared a pure love, and not even his many alter egos’ romantic trysts could tear them apart (Although, they are both really jealous, and it got pretty annoying when one would be downstairs, and the other would be upstairs and they both would be super tense from being a few feet away from one another). 

But now I have actual photos so I’ll use those to tell their story,

He proposed;

They got it on.

A LOT.

Getting mischievous in their drawers

Fauna loved daring Akira to streak. I think he liked it quite a bit as well.

Pranking in the workplace

In between doing actual work

Getting it on some more

And eventually their copious copulating led to a baby bump!

Being pregnant was awful for her work ethic though. In fact, one time she was like 3 trimesters in and she decided to try out the Bladder Epidemic with her newly invented satellite. Right as she did so, one of her coworkers died, and the Grim Reaper was affected by the bladder epidemic as well! So, all of Fauna’s coworkers ended up peeing themselves while mourning (RIGHT NEXT TO THE BODY), and Grim decided to stay on the toilet for like 14 hours, meaning no one could leave until he reaped her coworker. So, after Fauna took several naps on the couch in the lobby, Grim finally decided to get off the toilet (aka I figured out how to reset him) and everyone was finally able to leave work at like 3 in the morning with no overtime pay. Good times.

Getting ready to give birth (the first time)

Akira did this every time she gave birth. You think he would’ve calmed down by the third one.

The beautiful baby boy, Ren Kibo

Momma Fauna loved her babies

She also loved cooking (level 10 baby!)

Akira was always in the mood for some romance, even when he was NOT in the mood

They must really love their bed

Akira was also in love with their baby boy

And now we have a sim doing the Creep

Here’s Fauna being a wonderful wife, simply watching while a vampire eats her husband

And eventually Ren aged up! I love his hair

And now we are back to no photos (except for the ones I hastily took today).

Ren aged up to be an adorable child, and I’m happy to say that I did minimal editing to all of my sims and they were simply born cute.

Aster was the second born, she was born a boy on the outside but knew she was meant to be a little girl, and her parents respected that. She also did not have demon eyes as a toddler; that’s just a glitch happening currently.

Ren was also an extremely attractive teenager, so clearly I am just really jealous of Sims’ genetics.

Unfortunately, I don’t have any pictures of child Aster somehow (really, she was adorable and everyone is missing out), but here is the equally amazing and exceedingly sassy teenage Aster.

And here’s little miracle baby Clover, who did have creepy vampire eyes as a toddler.

Now that I have introduced you to all of the second generation, I will continue everything else in part 2!

Hope you liked it!