#and then i can't even rip the music onto my laptop so i can put it on my phone ���⁠(⁠ ⁠•⁠_⁠•⁠ ⁠)⁠ㄏ

[threadmonster]

I think a (potentially) generation defining thing is how you feel about the phasing out of internal optical/DVD/CD (however you say it) readers in laptops.

I do not want to have to buy an extra external device that has to be plugged in. That (in my opinion) is way more inconvenient than a laptop that's heavier.

I have plenty of physical media I still want to enjoy! (I also want to collect more before things disappear.) I already own them!! so, I'm sorry, the only way I'm experiencing it digitally is if I can rip it or if I download it by other means.

[hot-take-tournament]

Klapollo isn't for everyone obviously so I won't say that it is, but they actually foil each other really well and I think that's where the shipping aspect comes in. Apollo wears his heart on his sleeve and is super distrusting of pretty much everyone. Klavier hides his true thoughts and feelings away to be the person he thinks others wants to see and throws himself into trusting people, he wants it so desperately. The people closest to Apollo trust him while the people closest to Klavier don't. They're both grieving so many things, running from and fighting them. They have the potential to help each other in a way that no other characters presented can (in aa4 imo. Not out here saying you couldn't possibly ship them with anyone else, I'm a multishipper myself lol). Some people might be looking for wrightworth, but tbh this ship is the opposite of them. I totally understand not liking the ship, it's hard to be as compelling as wrightworth when capcom decided to do ALL THAT to Apollo rip my guy, hope you can reconcile your 8 backstories, and then do absolutely NOTHING with Kalvier rip my guy, hope you're doing something somewhere and didn't like join Clay offscreen or something. Probably moved to Borginia with Apollo's mom /j I could say more but idk the character limit on an ask and you don't want my essay in your ask box.

TLDR; It's not for everyone but it's not baseless.

(so... now that persona 3 is getting a remake, i can't stop thinking about this one time i was on my way home and i passed by this weird family-owned sweetshop i'd never seen before. so on impulse i decided to go in and buy something, and i ended up buying this huge novelty lemon sherbert, because i needed to study and i wanted something that would last a long time. so i get back home, sit on my bed and look for some calming study music to put on, and for whatever reason the first thing i think of is kimi no kioku from persona 3. at this point, i remembered i had the sherbert, so i put the song on loop, went to get it, and then got back onto the bed to eat it. and because i live alone and there was no one around to make fun of me, for fun i decided to eat it all sexy like cleopatra eating grapes (you know, when you lie back, tilt your head towards the ceiling, hold it above your head, and lower it into your mouth). but as i'm holding it over my head, the sherbert slipped out of my fingers, bounced off my tongue and went straight down the collar of my shirt. i immediately forgot where i was, panicked, awkwardly fished it out and just flung it straight into the back of my throat and accidentally swallowed it whole - at which point it immediately got lodged in my oesophagus and completely cut off my airway, and no matter what i did, i just couldn't get it out. so i stumbled out of bed and started frantically clawing at my throat as i tried to find the door, unable to breathe, unable to scream, until my vision began to darken around the edges and i couldn't see - and the next thing i know i'm lying on my back gasping for air, with a dumbell that i had left lying on the floor now lodged between my shoulder blades, and the massive sherbert fused to my eyelid. so what must've happened is i'd blacked out, toppled backward and fell on this dumbell in just the right way that it dislodged the sherbert and launched it out of my throat, sending it arcing through the air and landing it on my face. and ever since that day i've always wondered - what if i had just died there? if i had fallen very slightly differently and missed the dumbell, would i have died alone on that carpet, desperately begging for help that i knew would never come? and if i did, how long would it have been before someone even noticed i was gone, let alone care enough to come check on me? and what would've happened when they did? since i had the song playing on loop, and my laptop was plugged in, there's a chance that when they did finally find me, they'd find me lying on my back, eyes closed, with kimi no kioku playing on repeat in the background)

[lovemecharlie]

RedLight

Hennessy x Erik during the dating stages.

It had been a while since Erik had knocked boots with his favorite drug dealer and he couldn't deny that the sweet taste of Hennessy was heavy on his mind. Why hadn't she called him? He of all people understood busy but as busy as he was, even he could make time for what he wanted. 

And he wanted it really, really bad. 

Remembering about her spare key, he decided to pop up on her and wait for her at her place. When she came through, he'd ease her mind with a little wine and lotta dick. Being a student like him, she was used to pulling all-nighters without a break. It was damaging, but he had just what she needed to put her ass in a restful coma and that's what he planned to do. That was when he pulled up and saw that she was already at the crib, no doubt working herself tired. She probably wasn't in the mood for sex at all.

But he was and if she knew anything about him it was that he insisted on getting what he wanted. 

Letting himself in, he expected to see her miniature form sitting in her living room on her laptop. She wasn't there. Without a word, he went looking for her in every room wondering if she heard him and was hiding. That's when he heard her in the bathroom and boldly turned the knob. 

“Hennes-….” he paused in the entrance of her bathroom before kissing his teeth. “…Really? I aint get no damn pussy from you and you in here fingering ya self?”   

"You don't knock? GET OUT,” she shrieked, her small face flushed. She was pink, underwear at her ankles. He looked closer, eyes widening.  

“You got blood on your fi-," he paused suddenly understanding why she hadn't called. "Uh.. That's cool..," he faultered. 

“Erik, GET OUT,” Hennessy growled covering with her hand as he stepped closer instead, entering the bathroom. She was now as close to beet red as a light brown girl could get.

"Yo, don't trip," he spoke hands up in surrender. Hennessy looked shaken, irritated by his continued presence. He looked away hoping to fix things. "...That Haitian client you hooked me up with? Bangin Piru this week too,” he said matter-of-factly. Hennessy closed her eyes, itching for him to walk away but he only stepped closer.

“But.. where’s your pad? Tampon," he gestured causing her to jump, kissing her teeth as she pointed to the exit. "I don’t see a string,” he stared. She covered herself again to protect from his overly curious eyes.

"ERIK. I swear. IF I HAVE TO SAY IT AGAIN!"

"Don't say it again." Pausing her fit of anger with a finger-touch to her forehead and a stern look that told her to chill, he squatted for a closer look at her equipment, tilting his head and reaching up. 

"STOP," Hennessy swatted stumbling back awkwardly.

"Hennessy stop," he ordered, flipping it, "My hands clean." Grasping her thigh with one hand to hold her still so he wouldn't scratch her, he reached up inside of her with his bare fingers. Seemingly oblivious to the thin layer of blood collecting on the tip of his thumb and index, he pulled out her diva cup and stared blankly into it with confusion like it was a science project and she was appalled, too stunned to move. "It’s a cup," he marveled. 

“POUR IT IN THE TOILET,” Hennessy snapped, mortified. She snatched the emptied cup turning in his hand to handwash it at her sink. “WHAT DO YOU WANT? WHY ARE YOU HERE?”  

“Pussy.. Ain’t I just say that?” He lifted her onto the bathroom counter spreading her thighs as he would on a usual booty call and she immediately attempted to get down. They were besties and excellent fuck buddies, but this was too damn much for her. 

“Not on my sink, STOP! Erik I’m BLEEDING.”    

“Like you ain’t been covered in it before," he side-eyed.

"Don't bring up the past, fathead," she mumbled pushing at his chest and shoulders but he continued. 

"This time it just so happens to be yours.”  

“That was different and your ass knows it,” she wined shoving him, still unable to find her way down since he wouldn’t move from between her thick legs. Her feet dangled kicking of the panties stretched between her ankles. She could feel herself leaking more blood and bleeding freely on the smooth surface and it felt dirty as if she needed to shower and clean the bathroom.

"It's not that different..," he replied. "Regardless, you've already belched, farted, shitted, and threw up, around me.. but I’m supposed to be turned off by a little blood now?” He scoffed.

"That's a lie," Hennessy bucked, smacking him against his head. "Princesses don't do all that!" When he lumped it all together like that it sounded gross. Erik used his clean fingers to drop his white crisp sweatpants with his briefs to throw them to out passed the bathroom door and followed up with throwing his ripped denim jacket and pulling off his white No Signal hoodie. Meanwhile, Hennessy looked for an exit, but she was trapped whith Erik standing between her thighs, holding her knees still when she attempted  to move. 

"Relax.. It’s just blood..,” he commented feeling her nerves. He'd been around enough blood for it not to scare him. His fingers found their way between her thighs and he could feel the taboo wet warmth. Pulling back, he licked his finger and her jaw dropped. “Lil extra shot of Henny,” he shrugged, "What?"

“Eck.. I’m a throw up.” She closed her eyes and heaved, suddenly nauseous. She knew her adventurous boy best friend to be nasty, but not that nasty. She didn’t know how to react. 

“I’m not fucking you on my period, Erik. It's not happening,” she said calmly trying to remove him from her sight. 

“Stop trippin, we’ll sanitize everything after.”  

“I’m not fucking you on my period. Period!”   

“Princess, it's just blood.. It washes off. Here, let's try it this way.” Turning on her shower, he ran his fingers under the water waiting until the water turned hot. “See, easy.” Drawing the shower curtain, he beckoned her with a finger and she approached with trepidation. “Take your clothes off and hop in the shower.” 

He watched intently as she hesitantly removed her camisole. She wasn't wearing a bra since she was in the house and her pendulous carmel boobs sat perky on her chest. 

“Pretty ass titties,” he muttered pulling her arm and pushing her into the shower. He handed her her loofah and body wash. “Clean yourself up so I can give you what I came to give.”

After staring him down, Hennessy grabbed the loofah and began to scrub herself with her wild honeysuckle body wash. The room took on the sweet and mild scent and Erik gazed at his bestie's wet and sudsy body glowing in the light of her bathroom. 

“You look like a glazed donut,” he smirked, his eyes dropping to the red-streaked water at her feet. It looked as if she'd been badly wounded on the battlefield. “…With jam filling," he frowned waiting on the water to clear some. He felt impatient. His dick was hard and waiting. "That's enough, you can't stop the blood it's gonna come." Dipping into the shower, he came behind her to hold her hips, dragging his hands up her sides and pulling back.. waiting for her to face him instead of the water. When she grabbed hold of his dick, he looked down at her manicured hand stroking him slowly and she pressed her wet body into his, her titties to his stomach as she grasped his dick firmly, stroking it up with the slickness of the water. His hands groped and fondled her boobs, her hardened nipples kissed to his palms as his dick lengthened, bumping her own stomach as she stroked it closer to her against her glossy skin. "I knew you were horny," he smiled, white teeth glowing as her hand slid up and down his length. 

"Nigga shut up," she whispered, her soft baby-ish voice more evidence of how in the mood she was. He slid his upturned palm down her stomach and through the pillars of her thighs to cup her pussy, letting it sit in his hand before sliding his palm back and forth against it, dragging his finger between the outer lips. 

"Turn around," he directed, twisting her hips noticing the streams of red water passing him on the shower floor. With back turned, she reached back in continuation of her prior actions, stroking him up and down firmly, pressing her ass against his erection until he took his dick back, stroking it himself.. slapping it on her asscheeck. No words were needed, Hennessy bent forward, palms steadying her weight against the wall  as she planted her feet apart. She would've never called Erik for sex on her period, no matter how horny she was, but feeling the slick head of his smooth dick sliding down and up over two entrances had her thanking him silently in her head for appearing to her. 

Erik bent his knees a bit to meet her height so that her ass would come down on his lap almost, his dick gliding over her asshole to the space between that and her vagina. Rubbing his dick all over once more with his hand, he stroked himself inside of her causing her to grab the back of her own thigh up to her ass in order to open herself up more. 

"Erikkkk," she sighed in bliss trying to let him in as much as possible. His hands held tightly to her waist, his fingers digging into the supple flesh of her hips.. grounding him to her as he swung his hips up into her. The further she bent, her palm positions lowering against the wall, the straighter his thrusts became. 

"UHH," she moaned breathily with a smile back in his direction. He gave short, measured, consistent thrusts as the water from the shower sprayed over their bodies. 

Then Erik, in his rhythm, lifted Hennessy's honeybun resembling asscheek high in his grip and dug into her pussy further.. dropping her asscheek to watch the jiggle spread as he thrusted faster moving into his typical pace, his hand on her back as if it were a table meant to serve himself the pussy. Her ass was clapping against him now and in true Hennessy fashion, she threw it all the way back with soft panting as he caught the wave, letting her fuck him. It was music to both sets of ears, the sounds of water, moaning, breathing, skin to skin claps, and the occasional low volume cuss word from Erik's mouth. 

"C'mon Princess, you fuck me better than that," he goaded tapping her thigh, "Giddyup," he smirked smacking it four times more for good measure as went harder trying to knock him back with her ass. He held on tight to her waist like he was in a rodeo and as she bucked, his hands traveled to her curly black high bun gripping it gently for leverage since her body was slippery. "Fuck me… Yesss... Throw that ass," he chuckled hearing her soft purrs half-hidden under the spray of water. "Princess I can't hear you.. You know I like to hear you enjoying this dick."

Hennessy was working hard, completely lost in panting mewls and the quest for her nut as he held onto her making her feel as though he were surrounding her. She felt protected as his hand slid across her lower back slapping down and squeezing on her asscheek before grabbing her hips again and fucking her harder. 

"Down," he mumbled though she could barely hear and she flattened her back down further improving the angle of which she felt him. It felt like he was directly on her spot and she moaned loudly as he pulled her ass flush against his pelvis, throwing her forward in thrusts that threatened to make her cum on the spot as her titties wobbled and shook with gravity, only held back by his occasional groping and squeezing.

"OooOoOH," she mewled on edge and ready to climb the wall as he squeezed her nipple. That's when he hit her with the killer upstrokes that had her cumming all on him and he pulled out finishing at the same time on her back watching it rinse off her slippery ass onto the floor and down the drain. 

Inspecting his dick, there was only minimum damage. He had some blood there but it was easily washed away as Hennessy let him use her Honeysuckle body wash to clean himself.

"What I tell you?" He eyed her smugly watching her take a deep breath and act like she didn't just come hard on him. "Period sex just what you be needing, bestie.. Listen to me more often."

"Stop," Hennessy smirked stubbornly. "That was the last time for that, nigga. Red light." 

Her stubbornness only made him giggle. Finding her cleaning spray he immediately took to spraying down the mess they made on her sink as he hit the Woah, careful not to spray her cup in the process.

"In case you ain't know this, Princess.. I run red lights," he smiled watching her wash up through the mirror before looking at him. 

"....Shut the hell up, you are lame," she giggled, tickled. He couldn't help but feel clever.

"Nah but forreal. You work hard, you deserve a lil something, and a period don't stop nothing but a sentence."

"Um, the door," Hennessy pointed to the door, holding her boobs in her arm. He snickered.

"Cool. Meet me in your bedroom when you finish.. I got your favorite wine waiting on you."

The End.

@hennessystevens-udaku