#i dunno I just. want to enjoy a game I like a lot. without having to see horrible takes. but that’s not possible I guess :(

[caim-tam]

absolution part ii -- Clark Kent

content: meet cute, angst, meta-human reader, afab reader, reader is a professional mourner, wtf is a slowburn, first kisses, make outs, yearning, banter, teasing, emailing, we exist in the context, clark kent has a scent kink, smut, oral sex f recieving, overstimulation, ripped panties, multiple orgasms, boyfriend clark kent, clark kent eats pussy like it’s his last meal

part i

You go on three dates with Clark Kent before he comes over on a Saturday to fix a clog in your kitchen sink. You can fix it yourself. But, he offered, like the fuckin’ gentleman he is. Lazy and also wantin’ him to come inside your apartment for once, you agreed.

You’re still not used to this.

Companionship that’s unadulterated and inconspicuous. That is, it feels right. And, easy. Definitive and knowing, holdin’ his hand walkin’ down the Metropolis sidewalks, even though you both kinda don’t like it that much, but there’s a closeness, that warm physical touch, centering and connectin’ you. He took you to the movies for your first date–which was, now, about three weeks ago. After, a dinner at a dimly-lit, intimate, and insanely fuckin’ good resturant, where he ate a hole in the wall, spoke to you about everything he could–everything that interested you, with your knees in between his calves beneath the table, that sweet, sweet simpering quirk on his mouth. Nothing you’re used to. 

The second date, a week after, though you’d went for breakfast about twice prior to that–the informal hangouts, you insisted, that weren’t qualified as dates were always easier–had been to the Metropolis Monarch’s baseball game after you’d confided you hadn’t been to one, and he was all what, really–no, so, yeah, there you’d gone. You don’t care for baseball. For anything sports related, honestly, but it was fun regardless. He rubbed your back beneath the heat of the sun, put his cap on your head, bought soft pretzels, walked you home, pressed a deep, chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth, and wished you a goodnight.

You’re still cummin’ to the thought of that.

Anyway, the third date, the most recent one, you try to go on, y’know, set, predetermined things at least once a week (you can’t believe what you’re doin’ but you can’t help but fuckin’ believe it and enjoy the fact that you are), you took him somewhere you both enjoyed: an ice cream shop connected to a candy one. You were genuinely high off of sugar, giddy, and you both ate way too fuckin’ much. Then, again, he walked you home. It was still early. 6 PM, or so, but he had to go, he said. He kissed you for the first time that night. Hot hands on your waist. Mouth beseeching yours. He kissed you like it was all he had–just this, just then, there, with you. It was chaste, too, but it was firm, he pressed into you, and when he pulled away, his eyes were dark. Your lipgloss on his mouth.

 You think the kiss changed your life? You dunno. All y’know is after…something changed. Electrified and settled.

And, you haven’t seen your guy since.

It’s been a week since your first kiss, you’ve both been too busy for early mornin’ breakfast, late night convenience store runs that conclude, again, just outside your apartment, ‘cause every time you’d ask if he wanted to come in, he’d hesitate, say he shouldn’t. Not even for those random mid-day lunches when you leave work early–which is a lot of the time, honestly, but it's rare that he joins you. It’s even rarer that you’ve gone this long without seein’ each other in all the time you’ve been dating.

You’re very confident to call it that now. It’s wonders, really, what consistent proximity and near daily texting and calling does to the heart.

You do, still, have those apprehensions. You’ve a new nightmare, lately, that wakes you up in a cold sweat. A sick crunching sound. Old faces. And, a new one. Clark’s. The fear of you in his eyes.You wake, clutchin’ your chest, when his limbs go limp.

All you do is try to keep your cool. It’s not hard lately, you’ve been happy, but apart from the finite joy, that’s where it reckons. You can’t get frustrated about some rando slammin’ their shoulder against yours on the street, the buses bein’ late, your boss bein’ the fuckin’ personality that he is–’cause you remember, really, that that’s all it takes. That’s all it took. And, you’re afraid. For when it all comes’a rumblin’ out. You can’t even think about it–you’re bein’ so wishful thinking that–that any of this can last–but, you’re fucked up and hopeful.

…distracted, too. A couple monsters hit downtown. Business is, unfortunately, booming.

Early morning funerals. Mid-day ones. Late night funerals as if the dead don’t have to fuckin’ rest too, and some times, multiple a day. You get carted around in this little ass car you swear someone could park in their house, funeral home to funeral home. Character background barely perfected, charisma on ten, thank you very much, applying eyedrops and acting the part. 

But, today is Saturday. You’ve taken the day off so Clark Kent, as promised, can come inside your humble abode and fix your sink and stay for food and talking and company and whatever-the-fuck-else you’re supposed to do to make people feel welcome in your home. You’re cleanin’ off your coffee table, sortin’ through the clothes on your arm chair, okay, ‘cause you’re takin’ this seriously. You… want him to come back. Should you maybe, like, post a please come back sign on the door? Something of that nature? You dunno–fuck, you dunno–

–

“You texted saying ‘please, excuse the mess,’ in advance, but I–I’m pretty sure you dusted–”

“Can I not say that to subvert your expectations? Is that a crime?”

“No,” Clark laughs. Takes his shoes off at the door, looks around your living room. He brought with him a very charming red bookbag that he sets near his shoes. “A bit misleading, though. If this is the–the mess you speak of, then you at your messiest would just be–be really bad in comparison.”

 “...can you just fix my fuckin’ sink please?”

Oh, it’s so fuckin’ good to see him. Tall. Short-sleeved t-shirt. Perfectly fitting sweatpants. Curly hair tousled just so, glasses perched on his nose, shieldin’ those eyes that’re holdin’ on you–admiring you. Sunrise smile. “‘m glad to be here,” he says, “thanks–thank you for… letting me in.”

“I…” sometimes you know it’s corny, but you still don’t give a fuck. “Am glad you’re here. Can you believe I missed you?”

“Oh, no, really?” And, then he’s wrappin’ his arms around you in a slightly too tight hug. He puts his chin atop your head. “I’m honored. I missed you.”

“Busy–” you’re croaking. He pulls away far too fast at that, though he keeps his arms around your waist. “We’re busy bees–”

“That was too tight–”

“I liked it, I like when…” You trail off, eyebrows raisin’ like y’know.

“When, what?” He wants to make you say it. “May I… hear it?”

“You know, Clark,” is all you manage. You feel, for whatever reason, a decisive inability to conclude your sentence. 

 “…I know,” he mutters, as if he senses your concern. Clark looks down at you. He starts to rub his hand across the small of your back in a repetitive, circular motion that calms you and gets you goin’ all in the same beat. You’re also ovulating, which–well, which doesn’t help your current predicament. You lean into his touch, your hands trailin’ up his arms. He’s so strong. He’s smart and strong and rubbin’ your back–you feel an arousal fold through your gut. Tickling up your spine. Heat where he rubs your skin.

There’s an almost split second change in your guy, it’s all in his eyes. Somethin’ washes them over, widens his pupils, locks in on you even finer than before. He pulls you closer, your chest meeting the solid length of his torso–your nipples already hard, pressin’ through your tank top– then he leans down, nudges his nose against your neck, right where your jaw meets it, and he smells you. Inhales you deep and long, savoring the hook of your smell. You feel a rumble in his chest, honest-to-fuckin’-God, and the breath you let out is startled, wanting, already needing. Fuck. Fuck, dude. “Mmm,” he hums, “I…missed…”

His lips are almost right against the sensitive skin there. Featherlight brushes against that supple part of you, you hope he does, you think, take the smallest claim of you. Your voice’s taught in your throat, so you lean up even more, rubbin’ against him, hands along his back, now, too.

When you suck in another shallow breath, he flinches. Away in an instant, flushed, pushin’ his glasses up his nose, rubbin’ a hand on the back of his neck. “Sorry,” he’s embarrassed. “Sorry–I–I dunno why–why I did that.”

You know if you open your mouth you're gonna say something so crass you won’t even believe yourself. Like, you can feel it bubbling already, that itch to just tell him come take it already, you just know he’d split you open, slip the tip of his cock in all slow, sync your breathing up, kiss at your face, rub his hands down your body…

But, then again, would he–would he even want to if he knew?

Clark calls your name and his voice’s tight.

You’re rubbin’ a hand across your chest, smoothing over your breasts every other motion, or so. You might be a little overstimulated. ‘cause, y’know. And then, y’know. And also, you know.

“Did I… overstep?” Clark’s voice edges through, and before you can respond he answers himself. “I overstepped. I’m–I am so sorry–”

“No,” you say, shakin’ your head. Your eyes are just runnin’ up and down his body. You’re a horndog. All–all he did was smell your neck, that’s, like, I like your perfume, type shit. And, now, you’re embarrassed ‘cause you’re makin’ this a big deal when it’s not. When you’ve just so rarely felt the want that you do when you’re with him, against his body, beside his words. So rarely felt the want to share so many parts of yourself, those shrouded parts, just ‘cause you want this to last and be real and true. “My…” you clear your throat and drop your hands. “My–um, my kitchen’s this way.”

Clark opens his mouth as if to say something, but then, he doesn’t. He grabs his bookbag and follows you quietly as you lead him to your kitchen, the floor creakin’ beneath his feet as he does so. 

And, the silence. It’s thick. 

You’re just, suddenly, overwhelmed. You dunno why, you just are. You’re stood in front of this personified version of all the want you’d burrowed deep over the years, who is, mind you, standin’ awkwardly by the doorway, like you just cursed him out. 

“I’ll fix it and leave,” he says. He sounds guilty. Looks even more so. “But, I want to–I–I wanna talk about what just happened, first. Can we?”

“I’m a metahuman,” you blurt. “I–I’m a metahuman, and I’m fucked up, ‘m not right and–and… and I’ve hurt people really fuckin’ bad.”

A sentence full’a shit you’ve never said outloud.

And, you know why you say it. You know what’s come over you, now, it’s–it’s that finicky thing, that imposing thing, that hope. That mismatched understanding, entrenched in all the shame, all the loneliness, all the want for Clark and for what you have and what you might not when you’re done runnin’ your mouth. You want him to know it all before it all happens.

“That’s what happened, Clark–I realized that–y’know, I–I feel for you… very intimately. But, what I am fucks with that–it–makes this harder, ‘cause I wanna, I wanna not be weird and not do the shit that I do, not get all quiet and guilty when you remind me that you–you want me–want this version of me that’s just hidin’ all the shit I’ve got goin’ on. I’m…”

Clark’s hands are on your shoulders. You’re exasperated.

“I’m fucked up, but I’m sorry,” you manage. “I should’ve told you sooner. I know. But, I’m a coward. With two stunted halves.”

 When you look up at him, he’s got that same look on his face. Brows furrowed, jaw set, he splays his hands over your shoulder blades, “There’s nothing wrong with you,” he’s whisperin’, “you’re not… messed up, or–or a coward, maybe you are a little weird, but that’s–that’s not a bad thing, I am too, and I like that about, just like everything else. I–I’m not… I’m not afraid of you. I know you couldn’t hurt me–”

“But, I dunno that–”

“But, I do,” his tone is definitive. Concrete. “You are right about something, I want you. I do. I want every version of you, and–and… I want to know every version of you, and I’m hoping you’ll… you’ll do the same for me.” You can see the meaning behind his words, the sort of desperation, the softness of his empathy. He calls your name again, low.

“Clark,” you rasp. And, you’re wonderin’, how the fuck you were so lucky to meet him, of all people, on a train. ‘cause you wore a bummy ass shirt to work. ‘cause he looked at you with frankness. You feel your heart beat in your chest. “Fuckin’ kiss me, okay?”

And, he does.

He kisses you all heavy right off the bat. Languid, searching, wrapping his arms around you just like he’d done earlier, but his inhibitions are there. And you can taste the longing on him, the way with which he licks into you, yielding and silky. You wrap your arms around his neck, his arms curl tighter around your waist, and then your feet are off the ground.

It only intensifies from there–your noses brushin’, heads tiltin’ to the sides as you seek each other in the wet heat of your mouths. He rolls his tongue into yours, sliding it across yours, sucking at that part of you. 

You feel all this indulgence. You’ve told him what you are. He kisses you like this despite. Hums into you.  The space between your bodies is so miniscule that not even light could leak through.

And, maybe you’re gettin’ a little too into it, ‘cause you wrap your legs around him, press the hot center of you into his stomach, rock your hips up against him. You’re chasing pleasure, it’s leakin’ through you, you smell him, you feel him, you taste him–he’s yours, holdin’ you up, and you can’t help the throb that wraps around your clit, a headiness that’s beginnin’ to feel so constant all you can do is moan into his mouth, quaintly writhe against him.

“Wan’ me to take care’a you?” Clark says, voice gruff, his lips wet, barely apart from yours.

“Yes,” you’re replyin’, swift. “Yes, please–will you?”

“I will,” he’s mumbling, “I am.”

–

Clark’s holding back.

He lays you on your bed, and when you look at him, he can see it. He can sense it–every part of you fully unsheathed, trusting. The parts you’d hidden but he’d already known about. You grab his hand, he lets you pull him closer, this feeling he’s got–it’s dangerous, potent, as Clark Kent, all he knows is careful. He’ll be careful with you. He’ll show you how much he cares.

“What do you need?” He’s caged you in, put his weight on his arms. He kisses you, there, at the sweet hitch of your mouth. “I–I can help it.”

You spread your legs beneath him, your hands slide down his backside, you lift your pelvis and thrust it, slowly, teasingly, against his. He’s achingly hard upon your greeting, at the scent of your arousal. To feel it up against him, the hot heat of you against one’a the most sensitive parts of him, sends him reeling. He moans out something broken and wanton, drops his head against the crook of your neck.

“An–anything,” you rock your hips, still chasing that feeling. “Anything, Clark, anything–”

“I want to–to taste you,” he groans, though he already can in the air. What Clark wants, exactly, is more of you. More of that. “May I taste you?”

“Fuck, yeah–”

He’s tugging your shorts off of you with one hand, an indiscernible purr in his chest. You’re surrounding him and he feels drunk off of you–his cock throbs in his sweatpants, he needs you, but he can’t have you, no, not in the way he wants. You’re not ready. When he takes you, he’ll take it all. For now, though, he’ll take this, he’ll make you feel better, he’ll restrain himself in you. 

Clark kisses down your body, from your neck, down your clothed chest, he hears your heart beating, the breath filling your lungs, his hands scale along your body. He takes note of you, the feel of your flesh, to remember even apart from you, with no sense but yours.

When he gets to that open part of you, he nudges his nose against your wet underwear, his glasses already fogged and crooked.  He doesn’t need to see. You’re soaking and beyond warm–like what heals him. He licks a stripe up you atop of the cotton and you’re on his tongue. He keeps going, entrenched, savoring you, and then he sucks at your clit, you come poolin’ through the fabric, he can’t control the way he jostles his crotch against the bed, hums into you. 

You let out a chest deep groan, he has to hold your hips down with just a forearm across your waist when you move to chase him.  

“Clark,” you whisper, shaking. “Clark.”

“I got you,” he whispers back. He pulls your panties to the side. “Oh, God, I got you.”

He goes in like molasses. Slow, edging towards that beating part, his tongue starting at your slit, where the concentrate of you is glistenin’ out. He slides his tongue in, then latches his lips around your cunt, he sucks, again, at you, and he knows he could stay down here, eating at you, forever. He doesn’t have to breathe, he doesn’t have to move, he can stay right where he is and he’d be a happy, happy man. You contract around his tongue. He shudders. He hears the creak of your bones as you curl your toes, slide your fingers in his hair.

“‘s good,” you moan, “you’re good–you’re so good–”

Clark’s so gone. He’s beyond it, a small boundary of control vanishes into nothing and he tears your underwear off’a you and dives even deeper into your pussy. Your back arches off the bed–he settles his thumb on your clit, presses it down hard, and slides his tongue even further into you. That other part of him flashes through his disposition, all he can think is you, just you, all his, all mine. He starts to match the stroke of his thumb to the thrust of his tongue inside of you–you’re melting inside of his mouth, he’s trying to suck you dry. Your heart quickens.

“Wai–ah,” your hand tightens in his hair. You’re clenching around him. He can hear your orgasm brewing. Your breath quickening, muscles getting tight. Those small sounds you make–oh, God, he can’t help it anymore. Everything’s so hot, tight, pulling him in–he speeds up his thumb, just slightly, and that’s all it takes. 

You cum in his mouth and Clark realizes he will never go away.

–

“Just one more, please, just one.”

You dunno how fuckin’ long it’s been. Clark’s been easin’ you into so many orgasms, your feet are numb–you can’t feel anything apart from his fingers working you open, his tongue sucking on your hard clit, the bed rocking you as he humps his erection against it. No man should be able to do this. This–this isn’t normal–the way he’s attuned to you, knowing when to keep goin’, when to fuckin’ stop and blow air on your clit to round up goosebumps on your skin.

“Can’t,” you rasp.

“You can,” he grunts. “One more. Just one.”

–

You think he broke you. In the afterglow of your last orgasm, Clark licks you clean, tucks you in, and presses a sticky, wet kiss to your mouth. He tells you he’s gonna go fix your sink. When he returns–time still a complete and utter fuckin’ mystery to you–he helps you outta bed. He’s in just his boxers, sweatpants long gone, and he seems a little closer.

“You grew,” he says. “You–you grew three inches.”

“It was that good,” you’re leanin’ on him, and when you look up at him–yeah. He is a little fuckin’ closer. “Wait…”

“So, it was, then,” he smooths a hand across your face. Sunrise smile. “That good, that is.” “I wanna be disturbed about what my body’s done, but I can’t find the energy, so,” you nod. “I’ll just agree and tell you that you definitely already know.”

[vv-ispy]

ah Togami welcome back

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This is the piece I wrote for @pearlescentzine, in collaboration with @eydilily! Go check out the beautiful art they drew for the fic here!

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Sunflower Nights

Peace does not come often in death games, a fact Pearl knows better than anyone. Though, she will admit, she does revel in the chaos. She has a tendency to bring it about, even accidentally– like with a certain soulbound pair and an enderman.

“Y’know, there’s somethin’ wicked within me,” she tells Bdubs once, a smile dancing on her lips. “Or at least, that’s what I’ve been told.”

Bdubs nods sagely, humming thoughtfully. “I believe it, Pearl, I really do. You just have that kind of energy around you.”

Despite enjoying the pandemonium, Pearl is still relieved when she’s finally able to set down her weapon and relax. They spent so long building their bases, and it’d be a shame to not take some time to enjoy them before they inevitably were destroyed by the red wars.

Joel is the first to join her. He plops himself down with a sigh, leaning back and tilting his head toward the sky. “Pearl, I’m bored.”

Pearl snorts. “Sorry to hear that, mate.” She picks at the grass, and can’t deny that she feels similarly. “It's good to be bored in a death game though, isn’t it? Better than being chased around by crazy people.”

“But I want to be the crazy person chasing people around,” Joel complains. 

Pearl laughs at that, nodding. “I feel ya, mate. Me, too. But you’re yellow, aren’t’cha? You can at least do some crazy stuff without those Watcher people being nuggets about it.”

Joel lets out a long-suffering sigh. He flops back against the grass, staring up at the sky. There’s a long moment of silence between them as the gentle breeze blows strands of hair into his face, which he brushes away with a scrunched expression. “I dunno, Pearl.”

Pearl brushes her own hair out of her face, spluttering slightly as some gets into her mouth. “Gosh, my hair is too long,” she complains, trying to gather all of it into her hands so she can pull it back again. “What do you think?” She asks Joel, who looks over at her with a mildly confused expression. “Do you think I should just cut it off?”

“What are we cuttin’ off?” Bdubs pops out from his base, looking at Pearl and Joel with wide eyes. “Sorry, I couldn’t help but overhear.”

Pearl raises an eyebrow, turning to face Bdubs. “Well, it’s not like we were really trying to keep our voices down.”

Mumbo also peeks out from his base. “We are living rather on top of each other,” he points out. “Anyway, were you talking about cutting your hair?”

Pearl sighs as she undoes the tie holding her hair in its ponytail. “Yeah, I was. It’s just a lot to deal with, y’know? Long hair in battle means it’s always getting in your face. ‘Course, you have to clean it too, and brush it, and it’s this whole thing.”

Joel sits up suddenly, struck by an idea. “What if we help you braid it?”

Agreement rises from the rest of the group, and Pearl looks between the three with wide eyes. “Aw, you’d really do that? For me?” She asks, touched. 

Bdubs grins. “Why of course, Pearl! Anything for you!”

Mumbo giggles. “Maybe don’t promise that, mate. You never know what she’ll ask of you then.”

Joel scooches closer to Pearl, pushing himself over the grass until he’s sitting next to her. “I mean, how hard can it be, really? With the three of us, I’ll bet we could braid your hair in three– no, two– minutes, tops!” 

He brings his hand up and gently brushes through her hair. His face scrunches up into one of thought. “You have a lot more hair than Lizzie does,” he points out, “how do you deal with it?”

Pearl laughs as Bdubs and Mumbo kneel behind her, each taking a section of her hair in their hands. “It’s a lotta work, mate, and it’s not always worth it. That’s why I was thinking of cutting it in the first place.”

“Well, don’t you worry one bit, Pearl!” Bdubs exclaims. “We’ll be braiding your hair right up for you!” He pauses, then glances at Joel and Mumbo. He leans over to Mumbo and whispers dramatically, “Do you know how to braid hair?”

Mumbo shrugs. “Honestly, no clue. But I’m sure I can figure it out.” He begins to separate the section of hair into strands. “Was it three… or five…?” He mumbles to himself, squinting his eyes at his work.

Joel looks over at Bdubs. “Why aren’t you asking me if I know how to braid?” He asks, mockingly offended. “Don’t you know I’m the number one braid master?”

Bdubs gives him a toothy grin as he separates his section of Pearl’s hair into four strands. “I dunno, Joel, why don’t you show me how good you are yourself? Put your diamonds where your mouth is, y’know?”

Joel gasps, eyes widening. “How dare you! I’ll show you! Just you wait, I’m going to do the most perfect braid in existence!” He starts to work on the section of hair he took, separating the hair out into three strands and starting to weave them together into a braid.

Pearl hums softly, smiling as her hair is braided. “Don’t race, you’ll tug on my head and that’s no fun.” She does her best to keep her head still.

Mailbox pads over, tail wagging. He lays his head down in Pearl’s lap, panting softly as he looks up at her. His tail thumps against the ground as she reaches out and pets him, scratching behind his ears.

“Hey, buddy!” She coos, rubbing under his chin while keeping her head up. “Aww, you’re such a cutie pie. Maybe we should braid your hair next.”

Mumbo lets out a nervous laugh. “One thing at a time, Pearl! Oh, gosh, I think I’m doing it wrong.” 

Joel glances over. “Well, you’re certainly not doing it right. It looks good, though.” His gaze travels to where Bdubs is, and he raises an eyebrow. “Bdubs, though…”

“Shut up! I have a process, okay!? Let me do my job!” Bdubs huffs out angrily, continuing to braid Pearl’s hair to the best of his ability. “It’s gonna look great any minute now. I just need to put a few more details in…” 

Pearl laughs again, louder this time. “Should I be worried about what you all are doing to my hair?” She asks teasingly. 

A chorus of ‘no!’s resound from the group. Pearl clicks her tongue but doesn’t say anything, letting the boys continue their work as she pets Mailbox. 

Joel is the first to finish. “Alright! I’m done, and it’s perfect.” He sits back, grinning proudly. “Take a look, Pearl!”

Pearl gently takes the braided hair over her shoulder. “Oh, Joel!” She exclaims, “this is lovely! Thank you!”

Joel’s smile grows. “Lizzie taught me how to braid,” he explains.

Mumbo clears his throat. “I think I’m done as well. Not… too sure as to how this came out, but I think it looks alright!” He holds out the braid for Pearl to see. 

It’s an intricate braid– five strands woven into a meticulous braid. It’s very Mumbo in every way. It’s clear how he calculated every movement, how he thought over every part of the braid. Pearl glances up and meets his wide, hopeful eyes. “You did wonderful, mate!” She praises, and he grins and blushes, looking away.

“Oh, gosh, well thank you Pearl, I really did try my best…” He presses a hand to his cheek. “I’m glad you like it!” 

“I’m done too!” Bdubs says. “Look at mine, Pearl!” 

“She can’t,” Joel retorts, standing up and stretching his sore limbs, “you’re behind her, she can’t look at the back of her head.” 

Pearl hums thoughtfully. “This is true… why don’t you tell me what it looks like, then?” She asks, glancing between Mumbo and Joel. 

Mumbo nods and clears his throat again. “It’s actually quite nice,” he starts. “I–”

“Don’t sound so surprised,” Bdubs interrupts, “jeez.”

Mumbo puts his hands up in a gesture of surrender. “Sorry! Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. It does look quite nice, though I think we all did different types of braids. It looks a little strange all put together, to be honest, but I think it still works!” 

“I don’t mind how it looks,” Pearl says. “Thank you all for doing this for me. It’s very kind of you.” She stands up and stretches as well, Mailbox moving away to go sit with Mumbo. “I’m glad I won’t have to cut off all my hair now. I don’t look good with short hair.”

Joel scoffs. “Now that’s a lie and you know it.” 

Indeed, peace does not come often in death games. Pearl cherishes this moment; it’s the last day of calm before the storm. And she’s perfectly content with spending it with her family, her mounders.

This time, they’ll win. She’ll make sure of it.

[dominarava]

Angel

Ghostface × Female!Reader

CW: Dub/Non-Con, Blood, Stalking, Breaking & Entering, usual fucked up GF stuff

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: The quiet guy in your discord server decides to chat you up in the general vc, and as expected, has a lot more to unpack than you ever expected.

Notes: I was lazy and just posted the ugly default AO3 link when I first posted this, so I'm coming back and making it look nicer with new and improved tags lol

This piece doesn't specify who is really behind the mask, so whoever you want is up to you~

I had fun with this and left light references to the movies, Dead By Daylight, and Mortal Kombat to honor some of my favorite appearances of him-- hopefully it doesn't ruin the immersion lol

I don't usually leave notes, but it's been a while and I've adored all the comments and kudos I've gotten in my absence, cause at the end of the day, that's what will always bring me back. I love all your support and time reading this and hopefully I have more soon to come for you all!

Thank you again so much for reading, and I hope you enjoy! 🔪💕✨️

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This had become the nightly habit: get off work, make dinner, chill with the lads in a Discord call until bedtime. Mindlessly playing a game, you weren't surprised by the sound of someone joining the call, however you were surprised by who it was. He was a rando that had joined a while back, was nice enough, but didn't have much to say as he relegated himself to really only short replies or emoji reactions. You could have sworn he posted a thirst trap without his face in the #selfies channel, but you weren't 100% sure. When he would join calls he would always stay muted, opting to reply in the text chat or not at all, merely listening to and enjoying just being around the good times happening. All the same, you felt it rude to not say at least a little hello. 

“Hey! How’re you doin’ tonight?” 

“Hey there~” 

The voice on the other side was low, having a bit of a flirtatious twang in the sigh of his greeting. Your heart skipped a beat, you weren't sure if he had ever spoken to you, much less anyone else in the server. And if you were being honest, he sounded kind of hot. Letting the giddy feeling ride, you tried to keep him talking since it was just the two of you. 

“Woah–” You poked cheekily, “I dunno if I've heard you say anything before.” 

“I'm more of a one-on-one kind of guy,” He offered smoothly, “But I enjoy listening to everyone having a good time.” 

“Fair–” 

The air fell dead as you wondered what to talk about next, letting him cut into the silence with a question, “So.. what's your favorite scary movie?” 

Having just finished a server horror movie night not too long ago, the question felt like a natural segway into your interests, “Hmmnn that's actually a good question– I think if we're just talkin’ horror in general my first and favorite would have to be Silence Of The Lambs. The back and forth relationship between Clarice and Dr. Lecter was probably one of the most challenging to my mind at the ripe age of twelve, since then I've loved horror that has a female protagonist that is put under pressure by the killer to make difficult choices and solve the puzzle he left for her.

“But– that's not to say pieces like Substance or Midsommer aren't incredible mentally challenging works of art to me, I love both, along with movies like The Empty Man, Smile, It Follows, The VVitch, The Void, V/H/S–”

He cut your train with a light chuckle, “I definitely want to know which you thought was better, Smile or It Follows, but I meant to ask, what’s your favorite slasher movie?” 

You gave this one a lot more consideration as your heart swelled with a damning excitement at the thought of your favorite killers, “That's such a hard choice! Of course Micheal Myers from <i>Halloween</i> is like everyone's big daddy– but I think if I had to choose it would have to be Stab! Ghostface is just a lot more fun, playful, and let's be honest– horny.” 

“Oh yeah?” He hummed, “Why's that?” 

How his tone seemed to curl at the end of his words made your chest tighten and a heat rise to your cheeks, “I mean, at the heart of it.. the voice actor responsible for his voice changer in the movie said that his tone is flirtatious, beyond that– between the fact that the first Ghostface seemed to get off on the idea of causing his object of obsession, Sidney, the most pain possible by the mocking of her mother being the town bicycle and it's even pointed to at the end of the movie that the two who were behind the Ghostface killings were the same two that brutalized Sidney's mother–” 

“Goddamn–” Nearly groaning his words as he cut you off, he cleared his throat and pressed, “Good girl~ You sure do know your stuff.” Praising you with words that melted like chocolate over your tongue, your mind tilted at his words, ‘Good girl’. 

Good girl?!

“Excu–”

“I fuckin’ love girls like you–” He went on, swearing you could hear the ache of him through the call, “Your type always knows how really appreciate us..” 

‘Us’?

Before you could get a word in, he went on, “Buuut it looks like that's my cue– I hope you're ready for some fun this evening.” Leaving the conversation with the disconnect sound chiming through your ears in silence to process what just happened. 

The sound of him leaving the call let a wash of relief run over you, only lasting for a moment as the floor creaking caught your attention with arms wrapping you in a winding embrace. Having your arms pinned at your sides, your hands flailed looking for any sort of way out. Only, the way your grip seemed to find his length caged behind his pants before skirting over to the long hunting knife strapped to his leg, making your struggle against him stop with a gasp.

“Yeah.. that's all for you Babe, whatever you need– so.. let's behave.. alright..?” The same voice that was lingering in your headset only moments ago was in high definition against your back. 

Firmly pressing his hand over your mouth, you froze as someone else joined the empty call with you, “Hey you there?” 

Your headphones loud enough for him to hear, an uneasy pause passed between you two as his hold over your lips lessened, “Yeah-” He let you breathe through his nitrile gloved fingers.

“Good, kinda glad he's gone, he's chill and all, but it kinda bugs me that he's just in here just dead-ass silent all the time. Fuckin’ weird.” 

Looking over your shoulder a bit to get any sort of a look at him, you were only met with the deep black drooping eyes framed by a gasping bone white mask. Familiarity of the visage made your heart drop into your stomach, forcing you to chew on the harsh fact that that same familiarity you knew to fear, also brought the flutter of butterflies in with it.  

A rough bump of his hips to your back-end snapped you out of your own mind and made you bark out, “Uh– Same– he is kinda weird, I've– talked to him a little bit and he just– seems like a bit of a creep..”

“Oooh shit whaddaya mean?” 

He peered over your shoulder to look at you, curious to see how you would pull this along as his other hand pushed at the elastic of your pajama bottoms, “He uh– waited for everyone to leave– and then started hella chatting me up–” 

“Are you good? It sounds like you're doing something.” 

Eyeing him, the slight nod of his head coaxed you to keep talking while his fingers made their home in exploring your heat, “Yeah I'm fine– I think I pulled a muscle and I–”

“Oh shit– sorry, one sec– groceries are here, I'll be back in a minute!”

At the sound of her disconnection he lifted you up with a near effortless toss onto the bed, wasting no time crawling on top of you to get at what little clothing was left with his blade. Watching the fabric dance away from your frame, he gripped your wrist as you tried to switch your mic off.

“Go on.. stay in that call.. let ‘em all know what a stagy little whore you are.” He pushed, lifting the hem of his hoodie above the glimmer of the silver button hiding his length behind the black denim. 

No time was wasted getting into you, making himself at home between your legs with a few rough thrusts and shivering grunts that made your mind twist. Squirming under him the grit falling off his boots into your blankets made you buck against him in frustration, earning a low sigh from him as his beat picked up. 

“Mmn if you keep fighting me.. I'll gut you like a fucking pig.” Groaning into your ear, the delicate touch of his knife teased itself between your breasts. 

Defiance sparked in you to bite back, “If we're– oh god– following the rules, you'll just do it anyway–” 

The blade pulled its edge against your skin, splitting you like a ripe peach under its cut, “True.. but the killer's favorite little slut never dies.. she's gotta make it to the sequel, the trilogy, hell! Maybe a whole fuckin’ saga..”

Suddenly ringing in your ear the sound of the bluetooth assistant chimed,

Battery Low.. Please Charge Soon.

You held your lips tight as the length of him pushed to the hilt over and over, letting the air in the call stay dead as your friend and others passed through, thinking you were away from your keyboard. 

“What’s wrong? Suddenly have nothing to say? I thought you liked the idea of being yanked around by a big man with a knife? Little different than on the big screen, ain't it Babe?” 

You could practically hear him purring behind the mask, his pace slowing to deep grind as you felt the rub of his metal pants zipper dig into your skin like a threat.

“Mmmm– remember a couple weeks back– we were all watching that scary movie– when you wouldn't shut the fuck up about how you wanted to ride that slashers cock like a carnival ride– fuck you don't know what that did to me– hearing you get all giddy about bouncing on dick after a kill– goddamn you don't have a fuckin’ clue– how bad I wanted bust through that fuckin’ window and tear you apart–” 

Gripping his palm across your eyes to pin your head to the bed, the unrelenting barrage of what came was less of a kiss and more of a hostile takeover of your senses. You couldn't tell how long you were left to his devices, using you with the excitement of a new sex doll he'd been waiting months for. The fight in you began to fade with the swipe of your tongue to his, earning the zeal of him rutting into you harder. 

“See.. I knew you'd love it..” 

Battery Low.. Please Charge Soon.

Dipping down to your chest to kiss the fresh wound that lay spilling blood around your breasts, taking in the heavy scent of your rubies like a jewel thief making his biggest heist. Slipping his free hand over your chest to the slick of your nipple made you gasp as a perfect distraction before pulling his mask back down. Adorning his usual visage now laid a smeared print of your life in blinding crimson, letting that be the first and only thing you saw as he let you have your vision back in the darkness. Against the blur of your eyes readjusting from the pressure of his weight on them, the dip of his frame dropping against yours with his hands gripping the sides of your head in a vice made you dizzy with a feral beat between your legs. Throughout his treatment you didn't feel that familiar latex rub of a barrier between you, forcing your stomach into a twist as his panting behind the mask got heavier. 

The first grace of the evening came when you finally heard the powering down beeping of your headset giving its last bit of juice before cutting out. Unbound by the fear of being heard, your voice let out a moan that vibrated the silence of the dead air room. Relaxing a little under him, he pushed your rear up, angling himself better to pump deep before running his fingers over the tacky blood joining the fresh on your chest in a macabre mess. Having the dig of his fingertips into the open wound weeping from you was a new kind of violation before he breathed out a shaken manic pleasure from the mask that captivated you. 

“Oh fuck– I'm going to smear your blood over my every  fucking pore!” The bubbling frenzy in his tone gave away his devouring bliss as it promised to swallow you whole. 

Honestly, you weren't long for the session either way as he found just the right spot to rub his tip into the soft warmth of you hugging his length and perfect grind of his mound against your bud aching to come undone. Seeing him watch you in those last moments before you went over the edge was enough to send you there as you trembled and cried out under his grip. Moaning and reaching to touch him in any way you could, you couldn't get enough of him as your body craved the closeness it needed. Expecting swift punishment for the affection, he surprised you by taking your hand in his, slowing his pace. Lacing your fingers as one, the gentle caress of his thumb to your skin had your rose colored glasses as red as they could be. Watching with a affectionately hazed gaze while he pinned you down, your skin when cold as his words dripped from his lips like sweet poison: 

“You think you're getting away that easy? I'm just gonna cum and that be that? No.. I prepared for this all day. You're not goin’ fucking anywhere.”

[nowiminexileseeingyouout]

fixation

caitlin clark x reader

contains: mentions of an ex bf, blowjob/strapsucking, masturbation

a/n: for @imnotkaizer hope u like it <333 (if u saw this twice i posted without tags by accident)

Caitlin lounged on the plush armchair in the dimly lit living room, her long dark hair spilling over the back of the chair like a waterfall of ink. She gazed at you sitting across from her on the couch. You two had been chatting about Your pasts, and the conversation had taken an intriguing turn.

"Did I ever tell you, I used to date a man," Caitlin mentioned casually, her fingers absently playing with the hem of her shirt. "Before I realized that girls were more my thing."

You leaned forward, elbows on your knees, genuinely curious. "Really? What was that like?" you asked, studying Caitlin's face for her reaction.

Caitlin shrugged, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "It was okay, I guess. Different from what I'm used to now, that's for sure."

Your eyes narrowed slightly, a playful glint in them. "Hey, can I ask you something?" you said, a hint of teasing in your tone.

"Of course, you know you can ask me anything," Caitlin replied.

"Well...did you used to give him blow jobs a lot?" you had asked, trying to keep a straight face. "I'm just nosy about what it was like for you, I've never done it, obviously"

Caitlin blushed slightly but maintained eye contact. "Yeah, I did," she admitted with a little nod. "I guess I was pretty into it, actually."

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Really? Most girls don't seem to like to do it. Why did you enjoy it so much?"

Caitlin pondered the question for a moment before answering with a mischievous grin. "I dunno, I just liked the feeling of having something...in my mouth," she said, her voice dropping to a low, taunting purr. "But you know, it's a good thing you don't have a dick," she added with a wink, "or I might be tempted to show you just how much I liked it."

You laughed, shaking Your head in amazement. "Well, I'm glad I don't have a dick then," you joked back, "Wait, would you actually be into doing something like that though?" you asked, voice barely above a whisper. "Because if you're being real about this...I know we haven't used it, but I do own a strap-on if you're game."

Caitlin's eyes sparkled with mischief and desire, a deep blush coloring her pale cheeks. She licked her lips unconsciously, already imagining the taste, the texture, the sensation of having something hard and thick filling her mouth once more.

"Mmm, I would be so into that," Caitlin purred, her voice low and husky with arousal. "I miss the feeling of something filling up my mouth, stretching my lips, hitting the back of my throat..." She shivered, her nipples hardening beneath her shirt at the thought. "Please, baby, I want to taste you. I want to worship your cock, no matter whose it is."

Your breath caught in her throat, a fresh wave of lust crashing over her at Caitlin's wanton words. Without another word, you turned and hurried to the bedroom, rummaging through the closet until you found the strap-on tucked away in the back. You'd bought it on a whim, never imagining you would actually use it, but now you were grateful to have it.

Returning to the living room, you found Caitlin exactly where you had left her, lounging on the chair with a look of pure, undiluted desire on her beautiful face. You stood before her, the strap-on secured tightly around your hips, the long, thick silicone cock bulging obscenely.

Caitlin's eyes widened as she took in the sight, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. She sank to her knees without hesitation, her hair falling around her shoulders in dark, silky waves. Reaching out, she wrapped one small hand around the base of the strap-on, marveling at the weight, the heat of it. She could feel it throbbing slightly from the vibrator behind it nuzzled on your clit, mimicking the pulsing of a real cock.

Your eyes darkened with lust as Caitlin knelt before you, gazing up at the impressive silicone cock with a hunger that couldn't be denied. You gripped Caitlin's hair with one hand, fisting the silky dark locks and tugging her head back slightly. With her other hand, you slapped the thick head of the strap-on against Caitlin's cheeks, leaving a slight reddening mark on her pale skin.

"Open your mouth, you dirty girl," you growled, your voice dripping with desire. "Show me how much you miss having a cock in your mouth."

Caitlin let out a soft moan, her lips parting eagerly. She stuck out her tongue, allowing the strap-on to slap against it, tasting the slight plastic flavor. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity through her body, arousal coiling tight in her core.

"Yess, baby," she hissed, looking up at her girlfriend with hooded eyes. "I want it so fucking bad. I want to choke on your perfect cock."

You smirked, taking that as an invitation. Gripped Caitlin's hair tighter and pushed forward, the head of the strap-on pushing past Caitlin's plump lips, stretching them obscenely around the thick girth. You pushed in deeper, watching as inches of the silicone cock disappeared into Caitlin's hot, eager mouth.

Caitlin let out a muffled moan around the intrusion, her tongue working along the shaft, tasting every inch of it. She could feel it hitting the back of her throat, making her gag slightly, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she relaxed her throat, allowing her girlfriend to push in even deeper until her nose was pressed against the base of the strap-on.

You groaned at the incredible sensation, you swore you could feel it all, the tight, wet heat of Caitlin's mouth engulfing you. You began to thrust, fucking Caitlin's face with rough, deep strokes. Slapping Caitlin, leaving red handprints on her soft skin. All the while, Caitlin took it like a champ, sucking and slurping noisily, her eyes watering from the brutal face-fucking.

"Yes, fuck, just like that," you grunted, your hips moving faster, fucking into Caitlin's mouth.

Your thrusts became more erratic, more desperate, as she chased your own pleasure. The obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin and Caitlin's gagging filled the room, a symphony of their shared lust. Just as you were about to reach the edge, Caitlin suddenly pulled back, the strap-on slipping from her mouth with a lewd pop.

"Wait, stop," Caitlin gasped, her voice hoarse from the rough treatment. "I want to touch myself while I suck you off."

You halted, panting heavily, your dark with desire as you watched Caitlin stumble to her feet. Caitlin quickly shed her clothes, letting them fall to the floor in a heap, until she stood bare before her lover. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the dim light, and her full breasts heaved with each ragged breath.

Caitlin sank back to her knees, one hand immediately delving between her thighs to cup her aching pussy. She could feel how wet she was, her pussy dripping with arousal. She circled her clit with two fingers, biting her lip to stifle a moan as jolts of pleasure shot through her.

You watched, exhilarated, as Caitlin began to pleasure herself. The sight of her lover touching herself, desperate, only served to drive your own lust to new heights. You found yourself grinding against the base of the strap to feel the sensation of the vibrator that you had been Robbed from as Caitlin stopped sucking, watching as Caitlin worked her fingers in and out of her glistening folds.

"Fuck, that's so hot," you breathed, your voice rough with desire. "Keep touching yourself, baby. I want to watch you get yourself off while you suck my cock."

Caitlin needed no further encouragement. She wrapped her lips around the strap-on once more, taking it deep into her throat as she plunged two fingers knuckle-deep into her hungry cunt. She set a steady rhythm, fucking herself in time with the bobbing of her head, sucking and slurping lewdly around the silicone cock stretching her lips.

You groaned, tangling your fingers in Caitlin's dark hair and forcing her head down, burying the strap-on deep in her throat. You could feel Caitlin's throat constricting around the intrusion, massaging the hard length as she swallowed around it. Your grip tightened in Caitlin's hair as you began to thrust in earnest, fucking Caitlin's face with wild abandon.

The obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the room, mingling with Caitlin's muffled moans and gags around the strap-on plunging in and out of her mouth.

All the while, Caitlin's fingers never stopped their relentless intrusion on her dripping cunt. She could feel her arousal building, the coil of tension in her core winding tighter and tighter with each passing second. Her clit throbbed under her touch, swollen and sensitive, begging for more stimulation.

Caitlin pulled back slightly, gasping for air, strings of saliva connecting her lips to the spit-slick strap-on. "Fuck, I'm getting close," she panted, her eyes glazed over with lust. "Don't stop, please don't stop fucking my throat. I want to come on your cock."

You growled in response, doubling her efforts. You slammed the strap-on into Caitlin's mouth, burying it to the hilt, holding it there as you ground against her lover's face. Caitlin gagged and choked, tears streaming down her face, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she redoubled her own efforts, plunging three fingers deep into her clenching, fluttering hole.

The room filled with the symphony of your shared pleasure, the crude slurps and gags, the wet squelches of Caitlin's fingers plunging into her soaked cunt, the harsh pants and grunts you let out as you chased your high. The scent of sex and sweat permeated the air, a tangible reminder of their intense, raw sex.

With a final, brutal thrust, you buried the strap-on deep in Caitlin's throat and held it there. At the same moment, Caitlin curled her fingers just right, pressing hard against that special spot inside her. The dual stimulation was too much to bear, and with a silent scream, Caitlin came undone.

Her pussy clamped down on her fingers, rippling and squeezing as a violent orgasm tore through her. Her body convulsed, shaking and shuddering as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over her. Drool poured from her stretched lips, dripping down her chin and onto her heaving breasts.

[thetarttfuldickhead]

”Hey, Coach! Wait up!”

Roy purposefully did not wait up, but kept striding down the corridor away from the festivities slowly dying down in the dressing room as the players prepared to head on to whatever celebrations they’d got lined up for the afternoon. Part of Roy still thought that half a day off for Christmas was disturbingly generous, but another part of him – one that had spent quite a lot of time in Dr. Sharon’s office these past few months – had to admit that the mini break seemed to bring a welcome energy boost to everyone, including the player who didn’t actually do Christmas.

He’d almost made it to the exit when Jamie caught up with him, throwing his gaffer a reproachful look as he pushed a stray stand of hair out of his eyes. “Jesus, Roy,” he complained. “Who died and made you the Grinch? Wouldn’t have fucking killed you to stand still for two seconds.”

“My sister’s working, and I promised I’d pick Phoebe up by two.” To be fair, it was only gone half twelve and he wasn’t in a rush, but making Jamie run was its own reward.

“Ah, yeah, yeah, okay.” Jamie nodded, falling into step as Roy pushed the door open and headed out into the windy December day.

When he didn’t immediately follow that up with anything else, Roy gave him an annoyed glare that was almost entirely sincere. “Did you fucking want something?” he asked meaningfully.

Jamie’s eyebrows shot up, as if he’d legitimately forgotten about his errand and was content to just enjoy Roy’s company (a notion that, while no longer quite new, still occasionally hit Roy as a football to the face, leaving him feeling all sorts of strange). ”Oh, right,” Jamie said. “Yeah. Mum and Simon’s come down since I can’t go home ‘cause of the game tomorrow, and Simon’s going to be making enough food for, like, half the team, so… ”

“So what?” Roy demanded, not so much because he didn’t get what Jamie was getting at – he wasn’t that thick – but to buy himself a second to process the whole thing. Also, image.

Jamie shrugged, as always undeterred by Roy’s barking. “I dunno. Maybe you bring Phoebe over to my place. Have dinner with us.” He grinned, clearly enjoying whatever faces Roy was making. “Mummy insisted. Said it’d be rude not to invite me best friend.”

“I’m not your best friend.”

“Yeah, I know, mate. You’re not mine either. But as I said, Mum insisted.” He smiled again, just as widely and wickedly, but for a fleeting moment, there was a trace of uncertainty in his grey eyes. “C’mon. You know Mum and Phoebe will get on like a house on fire.”

Roy could imagine it only too well. Between them and Jamie, he had a feeling he’d be outmanoeuvred at every turn.

Oddly enough, the notion wasn’t quite as unappealing as it ought to have been. And it’d probably help take Phoebe’s mind off having to spend yet another Christmas Day without her own mother.

“I’ll ask Phoebe,” he hedged. Partly because it really was the decent thing to do, not dragging her off to somewhere on Christmas Day without her agreeing to it, and partly because it meant he could safely blame her if they ended up going.

“Mint.” Jamie smiled, pleased. “Keeley’s coming, too.”

“What?” Roy’s eyes snapped to his face. “You could have fucking led with that.”

“Nah. Wanted to make sure you said yes for me and not for her, yeah?”

“You’re an idiot,” Roy told him. “And I haven’t said yes yet.”

Jamie made a thoughtful face. “Who’s the more idiotic, the idiot or the one who spends his Christmas with the idiot?” he pondered aloud, and then – completely ignoring Roy’s second point – added, “See you later, Coach. Mum said not to bring anything, but she likes them half-sweet wines from Germany, yeah?”

And before Roy had time to repeat that he hadn’t actually agreed to come, you muppet, Jamie had sauntered over to his own car, looking so happy it made Roy’s heart do weird fucking things.

Oh, well, Roy thought, getting into this own care turning the ignition on. He’d pass by a Sainsbury on the way from to Jamie’s place that ought to be open for another few hours yet. He could pick up a couple of bottles of Rieslings there.

[commanderyes]

The Commander Says Goodbye

I’m not going to lie, I’m extremely anxious as i’m writing this, out of what these news could mean to a lot of people, and my heart feels heavy enough it could drop down my ribcage any minute from now and squish all my other organs. But I’ve been dancing around this topic for a long time now, and I think i’ve finally reached a point where i can’t ignore it anymore, for my own sake.

I hereby announce Commander Yes has come to an end.

As I’ve mentioned plenty of times before, here and to many other people, when I began this comic all the way back in 2018 I was in a really bad, really low place in my life in every sense of the word, and it was a spur-of-the moment decision to cheer myself up, because Path of Fire had just released and my enjoyment of the game had reached fever pitch and I had been playing Guild Wars 2 alone since as far as launch, and none of my other friends had ever really gotten into it. I guess I just, dunno, cried out into the big maelstrom of the community, one voice amidst millions, because i wanted SOMEBODY to look at what i did and revel in the nerdery with me.

And somehow the snowball began to roll and people wanted more and more of what I could do, and I was being actively reached out to, and, well, some time after that I landed my first ever job, I discovered a lot of things about myself, and I found myself in communities that welcomed me with open arms, and many of the people in there have since become among the best friends I could’ve possibly encountered, kindred souls who i’ve shared joys and sorrows for many years and who I can’t imagine living without anymore.

And all the while I kept making the comics, and with every entry posted every week I’d keep having people stopping to comment on them, and whether they were dumb jokes or personal takes on the story, they’d all share how much what I do kept hitting them in the kokoro, and to this day whenever I play anywhere in the game I still get people who recognize me and thank me for doing what I do. It was wonderful, it IS wonderful, and seeing that response motivated me to keep going, because what did still mattered to people, out there.

But I did always say I planned to keep doing these comics until I ran out of energy for them, and I think i’ve finally reached that point.

Because ever since I actually landed that job I’m exhausted and sleep-deprived every other day, so much so that I only have time to work on the comic on saturdays and sundays, and it gets harder and harder to just sit and draw, and at that point it was just more work, and while I still enjoy and play Guild Wars 2 a lot, it no longer consumes my time and attention like I’ve used to and i’ve been having fun with more personal projects, and honestly the direction the story is taking these days does not sit right with me and it’s hard to find inspiration in that, and this might be borderline selfish but every year I find people care less and less about the comics and it really takes a hit to you motivation when hardly anybody responds after you’ve spent a whole weekend trying to squeeze a five-page comic out.

And, well, I have been doing these for six years straight, and I think that’s a good run. I’m tired, and ready to move on, at long last. Let it be someone else’s turn.

But that’s the beautiful thing about this community, isn’t it? Even if I’m hanging up the hat, there are a whole lot of fantastic artists out there, as we speak, still cranking out works of art, deserving of all the attention they can get. And think of all the artists yet to come! For every story that ends, another story is just about to begin!

The world keeps on spinning, one way or another.

I’ll be closing my patreon shortly after this, but the reddit archives and tumblr blog shall remain for people to browse whenever they feel like (or until they both go in flames, i guess, what social media isn’t about to these days)

I still don’t think I ever was that much of a big deal, but all the same, to everyone who’s ever supported me and helped me be the person I am right now, to everyone who’s been there from the beginning, to all the devs of this game that has captured us for nearly a decade now, to all my fellow players and artists out there

Thank you.

See you out there, fellow commanders. Still the stars find their way.

[changingplumbob]

Day Sixteen - Kara Group 2/2

Evie is happy to see that the date for today is at a small park, nice and quiet.

Deanna: When you were a kid did you enjoy school?

Evelyn: I'd say so! Once I got to high school was when I started worrying about fitting in and all that. But when I was a young kid, we could all just play around without caring about much else

Deanna: Right! Like there wasn't worrying about being cringe or awkward, everyone just played

Evelyn: And read! There were so many great books when I was a kid

Deanna: When you were little did you have a dream job?

Evelyn: I wanted to be a librarian. I think a small part of me still wants to, actually. As a kid, I wanted to be just like them since they were so kind to me. Now.. I think it'd be nice to help kids the same way those librarians helped me

Deanna: That sounds nice, you're definitely in the right degree for it

Evelyn: Did you have a dream job?

Deanna: I wanted to be a pirate

Evelyn: Aww, how cute! Growing up in the city, I was always so curious about the beach and water. I definitely get the appeal of being a pirate, but I'd probably get too homesick haha

Deanna: Same! I love my family, did not think it through

Evelyn: My family is great, I'm lucky

Deanna: Any particular childhood memories with them?

Evelyn: My brother Avery was in the hospital once, and when he got out, my dad excused us all from school for a day at Myshuno Meadows. It was just so much fun spending time with my whole family. It's not a particularly special memory, I dunno, but I remember it as a really happy day

Deanna: I have some days in my memory like that. Nothing world shattering happened sure, but you got to spend time with the people who loved you

After the date we head back to the villa where it is once again skill time! Will contestants focus on short term needs or play the long game with their study choices?

Mariela and Sarah both chose to focus on comedy, using the computers to research and improve their joking skills. Arista figured it was time to learn some logic and read a book on the subject. Nicola decided to look in to rock climbing for future saftey, while Evie focused on the wider umbrella skill of fitness. Kennedy had a go at one of those new flashy video games, they didn't have many of those on the ranch.

While contestants are busy Deanna works on grilling a treat for dinner. Time to see how she felt the date went.

Devin: De! What's for dinner

Deanna: Ribs

Devin: Nice. How did you find the date went today

Deanna: Yeah, not too bad. I had a lot of fun chatting with Evie and getting to know her. She seemed a little tense about the park being a new public place but I think she handled it well

Devin (voiceover): How was it

Evelyn (voiceover): I had a really good time *blushes* adoring Deanna for sure

Evelyn also became our first contestant to max out the friendship bar! More details later about how this will be rewarded in a way that still leaves her room to improve and benefit from other interactions.

Rather than heading to the dinning room for dinner contestants are asked to put on their active clothes and head out. They arrive at the local spa where they are greeted by Deanna and... someone else.

Deanna: Thanks for coming everyone. I know that this round must have been stressful. Meeting new people, competing, trying to decide if I'm worth staying for. That's why we're here with my best friend Reece, this guy. He is an outdoors loving genius with a desire to spread zen so he's going to lead us through a guided meditation

Reece: Hello. I look forward to meeting you all properly later. For now follow me to the meditation garden. It's outside but in the shade so we won't need to worry about sunburn

Reece led the group through a meditation, successfully lowering heart rates and ensuring everyone was in a good mood for the rest of the evening. Before going in the spa however, one more surprise. Deanna had grilled up a picnic for everyone!

Ribs it was! A nice grilled meal before a proper relax. Deanna divided her time. Initially she sat at the table talking with Kennedy, Arista and Mariela. Halfway through she moved to the stacks of pillows to chat with the rest of the group. Everyone seemed in good spirits.

Heading in to the spa everyone got a face mask! They were assigned to either relax in the sauna, relax in a massage chair or get a proper massage as their first activity. Autonomy was toggled on full from the moment the meditation ended so contestants had some time to chat or further pamper themselves. Remember, if they do not win a date from the upcoming cast challenge then this will be their last opportunity to talk to Deanna before the commencement ceremony. Reece is also around but friendship gained with him will not be judged.

Nicola and Sarah both started off with massages! For an unkonwn reason when Sarah spun in to a robe her hair changed, but fear not. After the massage it went back to normal. Kennedy, Mariela, Evie and Deanna relaxed in the massage chairs first, letting their worries slip away. Arista spent her time waiting for a massage talking to Reece, finding him pretty funny. When Kennedy was finished in her chair she found Arista attempting to order a drink, but unfortunately the bartender was leaving…

While Sarah practised yoga the other contestants headed downstairs to chat and speculate about what the whole cast day might be. Mariela and Arista shared a special hug, bonding over how much the lighting did not favor their complexions. Overall I think this group enjoyed their time together, we'll have to wait and see if any of them share a group next time.

@abbysimsfun, @ashubii, @pixeldistractions, @ravingsockmonkey, @sanitysims, @sleepyselkiesims

[miscling]

about this miscellaneous changeling (v4)

This is a horny blog for horny blog things. Please don't interact if you're a minor/under 18, go away, shoo! if you follow, make sure to have some indication of your age in your bio or pinned (it doesn't need to be exact, just something to make it clear). you will be blocked if you don't and you'll miss out on *gestures at itself* all this.

this thing is a miscling, a miscellaneous changeling. it is a fae creature that is a doll, drone, kitty, mama (mommyposting is @mommy-misc), little (little posts are @littlefaefae), and toy. it is a plaything first and foremost, and a filthy kinky subby thing that is a really really really fun to play with. it is super positive about kink. it loves to play, have adventures, and meet others. it is an excellent plaything, subject, submissive, and pet. this thing is a good girl who loves being played with, loves being obedient, loves being controlled, and loves showing off its body.

it enjoys getting to know others. it enjoys playing with others. it enjoys belonging to others. it enjoys a lot of different kinks with a lot of different dynamics. it enjoys a lot of hypnokink, a lot of bondage, a lot of masochism, a lot of petplay, a lot of degredation, a lot of praise, a lot of caregiving, and a lot of orgasm control. if it involves sensory play, deep subspaces, and submission, then this thing likely loves it. you can always ask about specific kinks!

this blog is all about kink. this thing loves kink. it talks about kink, it writes about kink, it does kink, and it has so many kinks. you'll find posts about kink here: theory, fantasies, practice, and community. it posts about its own playtimes, loves to show off with selfies, answers asks, and reblogs posts it finds hot. it loves getting and answering asks, so don't be afraid to send it some! send it questions, fantasies, secrets, lies, teasing, and a little flirting.

this thing is also trans, queer, autistic, ADHD, poly, and non-human. it is a trans woman, it has a neo-cunt. it wants to get to know others who are like it, especially if you are in the UK like this thing - it really enjoys meeting its mutuals in real life!

it loves this blog so much, and it hopes you will love it too!

below the cut: tags for finding stuff and its limits! (updated for v4!)

Limits and boundaries:

this thing is poly, it has a nest partner, it has multiple play partners, it is not looking for anything monogamous or exclusive.

it does not like misogyny, transphobia, racism, nationalism, or bigotry. this applies to kink as well. before any negotiated dynamic, we are equal.

this thing wants to be owned and wants to belong to others, it is submissive by default, but it is not yours until it gives itself to you. don't use possessive language when talking to it without expressed consent.

it enjoys hard kinks, but this toy must be treated with care and respect. if you can't look after this toy, you can't play with it.

it holds consent as the baseline for any engagement of kink and must be respected. consent can be revoked at any time for any reason, by anyone involved.

Tags it uses:

posts about this thing: About Miscling

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original posts: Miscling Rambles

posts about lactation: Miscling Lactates

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hear its voice: Miscling Speaks and its soundgasm page!

see tasks it has done: miscling tasks! If you like or follow its blog, think about sending it a task as a little gift!

read about its play: Miscling Plays

read stories it wrote: Miscling Writes.

Use its ask box: ask meme and miscling answers (scroll the ask meme tag and use any meme you like, but copy in the questions or link the meme!)

throne wishlist!

ko-fi link! (please don't reference anything nsfw on kofi if you use this)

its kink tags: mommysub for posts about being a mommysub, goddess thoughts for religionplay where i'm a subby goddess, Bind Miscling for bondage, hit me for masochism, moo for hucow things, lee mood for tickling, oh my circuits for robot/drone things, maid day for maids, tidy up tuesday for my maid day, monsterling for monsterfucking posts, hypno gif, spiral, hypno txt, and hypnaudio, for hypno play, and hypnoslut for general hypno posts, preyling for primal play, latexcellent for rubberwear. same tbh, !, and ^^ will tell you a lot about the things it likes too.

this thing is a toy for others to enjoy!

(Most tasks recieved and completed in one day: 18) (Most tasks recieved on a special occasion: 48)

ASK TASKS: OPEN

use this thing's ask box to send it tasks to do! everyday tasks give it things to do that are simple and easy: if you want to torment this thing, here are the tasks for that!

choose one or more task emoji, but keep tasks short please!

tasks can come from anyone, even anons!

it will do tasks as soon as it can!

Mutuals can DM, and if it is available we can play!

Suggest something if you'd like!

EVERYDAY TASK LIST!

✏️ give it something to write and tell it where to write it on its body! 💖 make it draw a little heart on itself where you tell it! 🌻 make it write a post about anything that's on its mind at the moment! 🗣️ ask it anything, name a kink or give it a topic to write about (kinky or otherwise) and it'll write a post about it. 🔊 send it a post or write something for it to record saying, and it'll post the recording. 💧 make it drink 100ml (about 3oz of fluids) ❌ make it go take a break outside for 5 mins!

TORMENT THIS THING!

🗜️ make it wear nipple clamps for 10 minutes! ⚡ choose a part of it and make it use its TENS unit there for 10 mins. 🤐 choose a gag and make it gag itself for half an hour! 👗 make it get undressed and be naked for the next 30 mins! 👣 have elastic bands snapped on its feet 10 times! 🖐️ get hit 10 times with an implement of your choice! 🪢 tell it to go play with its rope and post some pics! 😵‍💫 make it repeat a mantra while staring at a spiral (you can use its mantra tag for ideas and spiral tag for ideas.)

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Enhypen littles one shot please٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

okay so, this was an entire one-shot draft that i accidentally deleted the first time and it ruined all motivation i had to write this, so i apologize if it’s not as good. i went with headcannons instead, I’m sorry dear! it was better the first time, I’m so upset but i hope you enjoy :(

what little!enhypen are like:

Heeseung: Regresses to around the age of 6. He’s fairly independent and likes doing goofy things to cheer you up because he doesn’t like seeing others upset. Seriously, he dislikes seeing others sad while he’s in his headspace, it ruins the whole thing for him. Don’t ask how, I’m not sure.

This kiddo is very “look-what-I-can-do!”, Heeseung likes to show off his drawing/writing skills and talents to you and loves when you put his drawings up on the refrigerator! A creative and kind baby, through and through. He’s very proud of himself, as he should be!

Jay: I can’t see Jay regressing to little space, I think he’s more of a middle. He’s not beating the old man allegations; Jay regresses to maybe 10-12, no younger than that. He’s a moody preteen who gets crushes on people and plays video games and gets a bit of an attitude when you ask him to clean his room, but is otherwise very considerate of others and understands empathy better than a lot of the younger littles.

He sometimes forgets big words and stutters a bit, but he talks without many speech quirks or a babyish, high tone. I can’t see him wanting a caregiver at all, but I can see him being okay with a babysitter from time to time.

Jake: Puppy energy! Like, the sweetest boy you’ll ever meet, really. All those frat bro tendencies and dumb-dumb energy goes away and what’s left is the shyest little guy around. He helps around the house and follows you around, too, like he’s lost.

Jake pouts a lot when you leave him alone for too long because why are you leaving? Can Jakey go with? Are you gonna leave Jakey forever? No? Okay! :D

The only thing about Jake that’s worrying is that he’s a little too agreeable and struggles to make decisions for himself. He’s a lil’ golden retriever but sometimes he just goes with the flow and ignored what he wants because he doesn’t like conflict.

“Okay, Jakey! Do you want vanilla ice cream or chocolate?” You ask softly, stopping in front of the ice cream parlor’s door.

Jake looks at you shyly and then down to the ground, digging his sneaker into the concrete. “I dunno…you can choose.” He mutters unconfidently.

You scoff and hold his hands, looking him in the eyes. “Jakey, it’s your treat, dear. I want you to choose, puppy. Not me.”

Jake is quiet for a moment as you run your fingers over his knuckles soothingly. He looks at you again and nods, more sure of himself. “Mm… okay. Wan’ choco.” He affirms, and the two of you enter the shop with wide smiles.

Sunghoon: Quiet, but what else is new? Sunghoon likes being in quiet environments, and likes imitating you and the things you do. It’s like a game to him, his brain somewhere between 2-4.

(I lowkey think he might be on the spectrum, as an autistic engene, okay?) He likes being little because when he’s little, he isn’t judged for stimming or being offputting. He can just sit in silence or fidget or mimic your movements and noises without another member teasing him or riling him up. It’s so peaceful for you both.

Sunoo: This little is… surprisingly quiet, actually. He regresses to infancy and doesn’t say much, only wanting to wriggle around, crawl, eat, and babble. He’s regressing into full baby space, please be patient with him. He’s literally just a baby, don’t be mean!

When provoked or teased, Sunoo hits. And that’s not good, so you’ve gotta gently scold him to break the habit. He’s just a baby, so it’ll take a while -but it’s not impossible. Things get better.

Jungwon: Independent, despite having the headspace of a kindergartner. A little bit too independent because he’s used to taking care of others and has to warm up to the idea of being taken care of. It’s very new to him, okay?

Dutiful little guy, Jungwon helps around the house so much and does his chores so well that you have to remind him that you’re the caregiver and he’s the little and you’re supposed to be taking care of him. He’s so used to having all of the responsibility, what a sweet boy.

Ni-ki: A handful, I’ll tell you that. Little Riki is in his terrible twos and it shows. He is very clingy and likes attention, but can sometimes clash with others. This whole thing is a coping mechanism and strictly a coping mechanism for Riki -not very fun for him. He involuntarily regresses and he honestly doesn’t like it much because he feels like he’s not in control of himself. It’s a little scary for him :(

He doesn’t play well with other little ones. He doesn’t like to share and isn’t very agreeable, but that’s okay. Not all littles are as sweet as pie and sometimes age regression can get ugly.

With a little bit of patience, gentle scolding, and guidance, Riki can learn to share his toys and be kind to others, though. It just takes a bit of practice and adopting healthy ways to express himself… that’s what little space is all about.

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I dunno if you still do P5 critical content here but one thing I really don’t like about the game is…Makoto. I feel that she’s the weakest member of the entire team with how she’s got such a nebulous role as “tactician” when Joker and Futaba do everything she can and more, her attitude towards Ann regarding what happened with Shiho as an answer to a genuine question about why she didn’t do anything with Kamoshida (it’s understandable that she couldn’t act as much as she could have but Ann still deserved a clearer answer), her theming is incredibly weak since Pope Joan doesn’t really do anything rebellious like the rest and it doesn’t even have an internal reform thing, her Confidant doesn’t even focus on her, her design as a thief is meh and most people only remember it because bike and ass shots…overall, Makoto feels the most slapped on out of all the thieves and that’s not even getting into the arc she debuts in.

I try not to post too much critical content of Persona 5 here, because despite the flaws I find with it, it's still one of my favorite games of all time. I genuinely enjoy it, and I don't want my only contribution to it to be all critical and no fun. That level of anger is reserved for another series on this blog, and I would like to work on my own P5R AU mostly.

But I do see where you're coming from, anon, but I don't think the problems many people have with Makoto come from the character herself, but rather are manifested as a product of a very prominent issue of how P5 handles a lot of its female characters. In my opinion, the issues that Makoto has aren't a "Makoto Is a Badly Written Character" issue, but a "The Female Characters of P5 Are Better Conceptualized Than Executed" issue.

Long Post Ahead. Spoilers for Persona 5, Persona 5 Royal, and Persona 5 Strikers.

Let's go through this together step by step.

Makoto as the Tactician of the Thieves

I've seen this argument come up quite often. I can see why people say that Makoto's official role as the tactician of the Phantom Thieves isn't a very apt description of what she actually contributes to the team, and you're right that the planning of the operations soon falls to Joker, Futaba, and, to an extent, Akechi. But just because the other brainiacs of the team rolled up to show out, that doesn't mean that Makoto isn't a brilliant tactician in her own right.

Makoto is a genuinely marvelous planner! She's highly aware of her situation, even in high-tension ones, and she earned her place as the brain of the Thieves. Makoto was the one who figured out the locking mechanism of the Bank Palace's second half, she managed to memorize Kaneshiro's pass code for his money case after watching him while in great danger, her navigation lines and Confidant trait Shadow Calculus are solid evidence that her mind is as sharp as ever even in combat. And the way that she stayed calm and was skilled enough to drive the others to safety during the Pyramid Palace's collapse was nothing short of awesome!

Makoto is a great tactician! Holy shit, she was the one who came up with the plan to spread the Calling Card with Ryuji without either of them being caught, while the initial Thieves' best plan for distracting Yusuke was...Looney Tunes shenanigans. Makoto has on multiple occasions showcased her intelligence, which has saved her friends and gotten them out of trouble, and that shouldn't be discounted because there are other brainiacs on the team later on.

The problem is that, and I think this is where people find issue in the portrayal of her intelligence (and by proxy, her role as the tactician), is that a lot of the feats where she's proven herself to be smart were...told to us, instead of shown to us.

I know I just used this example above to prove her capabilities, but the way that Makoto just knows Kaneshiro's pass code was a bit strange to me. Yes, I know that she said that he has opened and closed the case so many times that she managed to memorize it, but when was that? When we see her on-screen with him, she was pinned to the ground, and Kaneshiro was just yapping. It wasn't until the Thieves got there to help her that Makoto actually saw him open the case to get some cash. When were the other times he had opened and closed the case that she could possibly remember its pass code?

It's such an easy fix as well; show us a brief moment in Makoto's sprite that she noticed his movement on the case, and have her occasionally mumble the pass code to herself before she actually opens it. It's much more impressive, and we can actually believe Makoto when she said that she saw Kaneshiro use the pass code.

Another example of her intelligence was told and not shown was the aftermath of the Interrogation Room, where we found out that it was Makoto who realized that Sae might have a cognitive version of Akechi walking around and that will screw up their plan, so they had to take care of him in time. Now, where did we see this brilliant display of quick wits?

From Futaba. Who relays it to us. In an optional dialog. After the fact. Instead of seeing a flashback of it.

Deadass, the first time I've ever played P5, I didn't even talk to Futaba after we were caught up. That tibbit of information is fucking optional, and easily missable if you just...don't care enough to talk to Futaba.

That's such a disservice to Makoto! Futaba gets to have all the screen time showcasing her intelligence, and Akechi actually shows us how smart he is in the Casino Palace! Why doesn't Makoto get to show her smarts on screen, and was told to us instead? To me, that's why it's hard for people to actually believe that she's the brilliant tactician that the game wants us to believe she is. But she is one. I just wish we got to see it more on-screen.

Makoto, Ann, Shiho, and Shujin.

I'm gonna get a lot of flak for this, but like...

Makoto did not know about the extent of Kamoshida's abuse of the student body. She didn't know about the extent of Ann's struggle. And she for fucking sure did not know that Shiho was abused to the point of jumping off the roof.

Yes, Ann deserved a better answer about what happened to her best friend. Anyone would, but it's asinine to expect anyone but the adults around them to give her that answer. Makoto is not the one who should be responsible to give Ann a better answer, when she wasn't even properly informed about the abuse.

I'm not defending her initial behavior here; yes, it was wrong for her to approach them with an abrasive manner initially, and it wasn't the best response to Ann accusing her of not doing anything about Kamoshida by referring to him as a good teacher before the scandal. But the point of the scene was to show that both girls were right and wrong in a very unfortunate situation that neither of them was at fault for.

The way Makoto responded to the Thieves on the rooftop was an unhealthy defensive mechanism not uncommon for people in environments like Makoto has been; Makoto has spent a majority of her life, especially in her most formative years, being told to obey and put her all into being the best, and if she stepped out of line, all of her efforts will be taken away from her. Makoto, in the beginning, was someone who was dismissed over and over again by the people around her, the adults around her, so her only way to be heard and taken seriously by her peers was to react abrasively to their scorn. She cannot do that to adults because that would cost her, and unfortunately, that manifested into her very unhealthy style of social interaction.

Again, this isn't to excuse her actions before awakening to her Persona; this is explaining that it's not uncommon for someone who was pressured into being a pushover by their authority figures to try and defend themselves by overly defending their bad actions. To Makoto, this is the way she has rationalized herself into believing that her perspective will be heard this way, and to others, her efforts will look like excuses.

And it's not like Makoto doesn't care about her fellow students. In the Royal expansion, we see Makoto asking a teacher to help with the situation and trying to fix it, and what was the answer she was given?

The teacher, an authority figure, an adult, did not want to get himself involved when a student just tried to commit suicide. Makoto was given an excuse when she rightfully turned to someone she thought she could rely on. And when she once again rightfully demanded an answer from the highest form of authority at Shujin, Principal Kobayakawa, he told her to fuck off and held her opportunity for better secondary education hostage so Makoto doesn't pry more.

Makoto is stuck between a rock and a hard place here, where the adults at Shujin scapegoated her to mitigate the consequences of their negligence and the student body of Shujin treats her like a fucking spy. That's not fucking fair, and to expect her to know better is wrong when an abuser like Kamoshida only got to this point was because the people who can stop him refuse to do so.

Yes, Ann deserved a better answer. No, Makoto isn't the one who should be expected to give her that answer. She is another teenager who was exploited by the same environment that left Ann to suffer, and to pitch them against each other in anyway is fucking dumb. I'm sorry that I'm being harsh, but Makoto made a mistake that she is constantly fixing and rectifying, she did not told Ann to fuck off or that Shiho deserved it or anything truly warrant unforgiveness. Even Ann herself acknowledged that she fucked up with how she treated Makoto, and both girls decided to move on together as friends. That's growth! That's the right thing to do; both girls forgave each other, recognized their failings, and became friends on their own volition.

If the Persona fandom can look past Yusuke blackmailing the Thieves when Ann refused to model nude and the boys asking about Madarame's mistreatment of his pupils, it's absolutely hypocritical to not even try to let Makoto right her wrong for doing the same thing, which she has apologized for.

If the Persona fandom is going to shit on Makoto for not knowing the extent of abuse because it was hidden to her on purpose, then the priority is completely fucked. The people who should be scrutinized in the tragedy surrounding Shiho are her abuser, Kamoshida, and the adults who let him get this far. NOT A FUCKING TEENAGER.

These kids deserved better than to have a school that only doesn't care about them, but is actively pitting them against each other just to save their reputation that the adults have tarnished. Makoto is one of those kids, like Ann, like Shiho, and so many others, who make mistakes and try to fix them so that they don't become their abusers. At least give her that.

Pope Joan and the Rebellious Soul of a Woman

I think it's important for the audience to understand the story and the relevance of Pope Joan in order to understand Makoto (and to an extent, Sae); Pope Joan was allegedly the only female pope of the Catholic Church during an age where it acted not only as a religious organization, but also as one of the most powerful socio-political force in the European world (and even beyond). That is, if anyone rebelled against its structures and what it deems as "justice", they are as good as dead and condemned by their own world.

The Church and the Papacy were, and still are, a power governed by patriarchal enforcers, and for women, it served as a looming threat over their existence and autonomy as people. By mercy, they're considered witches for being different than what was expected of them by the Church, so imagine a woman acting as the highest authority of that power when that same power demonizes her existence.

A woman who defied the structures and expectations of the main judicial power of her world and placed herself as its highest authority is relevant not only to Makoto's existence in the narrative of Persona 5, but it is also relevant to the themes of social rebellion that make up the foundation of Persona 5.

Think about it; she's the highest authority in the student body, but her existence there is constantly in jeopardy because of the disadvantages the overall environment traps her in, but her Confidant shows her wanting to reform it and extend that to her future career for the betterment of society. Her more tomboy-adjacent style and hobbies defy what the traditional Japanese expectations of women want her to be, and it plays into the traits of her Arcana, the High Priestess, which is created after the visage of Pope Joan. She's justice-driven, empathetic, and angry that people would exploit the weak using the gaps in a flawed justice system. The system that consumed her sister in a prison of envy and bitterness.

Sae's anger towards the patriarchal society that puts her down when she no longer has the support of a man, her father, who she loved and admired, created the Casino. You know what's one of the greatest sins the Church commits in its crusade to maintain an unjust socio-political order?

Monetary exploitation of the people and allowing its members to gamble it away for better political standings in the name of "justice".

And what does Makoto want to do?

Reform that system so no one else has to suffer injustice.

So yeah, Johanna is more than important to the story of P5. And if I'm being honest, she's not the worst usage of Persona concerning the user's personal story in the narrative.

Is Makoto the Worst/Best Girl in Persona 5?

I'm going to say she's a good "middle" tier girl. Yes, I know I just yapped on and on in her favor, but in all honesty, Makoto is just an...okay for me. She has many more merits than people seem to give her, but she also has more flaws in her characterization than most of her diehard fans would admit. She's not the best, but there are certainly worse character writings than hers in the main female cast alone.

Regarding her PT outfit, I think it's okay. But it's mostly because she makes it work, and there are other designs that are so much fucking worse than hers. Sure, the amount of ass shots are annoying, but it has nothing on Ann's "LoOk aT aLL oF mY cURveS iN ThIS SkIn-TiGht aNd EmBaRRassiNGLy ImPRacTIcaL" catsuit, or Yoshizawa's "basically waifu Joker that hurts my character growth more than aids it" nightmare of an outfit, or Sophia's "discounted Eve from Wall-E" sorry excuse of a design.

Between those and the two others that are better suited for the characters, Makoto's actually decent. The only thing I would change about it is that I would add more red to the design and choose a different torso armor, but it serves its purpose.

Yes, I would agree that her Confidant story doesn't really focus on her, but again, it's not as bad as Ann's. My major problem with Makoto's characterization during her Confidant is her wish to become a cop; sure, the head cop that can possibly change the system, but how long until she actually gets to that point? And this point only became even more relevant in Strikers when Zenkichi became disillusioned with his occupation after it failed him, and even before that, Makoto saw how it drove Sae into a corner.

And most importantly, the person she confides this desire to is a victim of police brutality.

Oh, not to mention, Makoto would be the last person who should be a fucking cop. She's impulsive, stubborn, headstrong, and extremely confrontative when she sees injustice in the world; you can argue that it makes her not a corrupted cop, but this woman fucking bust into a criminal den by herself and slapped her friend to wake her up from a dangerous solution! That impulsivity would have her end up dead if not controlled at worst, and put others in danger at best!

If the writers want Makoto to become someone who can reform the justice system and actually prevent inequality in the force, for the love of fucking Philemon, have her aspire to be a defense attourney, a criminal analyst, a criminal justice researcher, or a fucking judge. Any of those profession would actually benefits society more than adding another cop into an already flawed and violent organization, where assholes like Shido can exploit for their own selfish means.

Atlus is absolutely terrible at sticking to its ACAB message when the premise of the story starts with the protagonist getting battered by cops at the command of a corrupted politician, but guess what? We shouldn't actually want our audience to question the corrupted criminal justice system that actually contributes to the inequalities of our society, they should keep believing that it's actually salvageable without a complete reformation and to expect the authorities to face the consequences of their deliberate shortcomings; we need to sell this game after all.

And that particular point rounds us back to my biggest problem of Persona 5's treatment of its characters; in comparison to the male characters, even in the main cast, the female characters have so many more flaws than merits when it comes to the prioritization of story beats in their personal journey. Makoto isn't the worst girl or even tacked onto the story; she's just utilized much less effectively for the character she is, and like other girls, there is an emphasis on her being a waifu first, and a character second.

But when you look at Makoto and compare her to the other girls, holy shit, she's actually way more lucky and interesting than what they were given. At least her sexuality isn't being made into a joke despite not giving her any agency in it, and, thank the heavens, she actually allowed to interacts with other characters aside from Joker for more than 10% of the game and isn't written as a fucking Satellite despite the fascinating psychology behind her conceptualization.

TL;DR, Makoto has some issues, but her issues aren't her fault, and she is actually better off than some other female characters in the Phantom Thieves alone. Those issues are more of symptoms of an ongoing problem with Atlus not treating its female characters with more interest compared to their male counterparts, and it's unfair to only use Makoto as a scapegoat for that problem when she's honestly a good mid-tier member overall.

[keymanwritez]

Still wakes the deep headcanons !

Trots

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° Very clean, doesn't really like messes and will chew someone out if they mess up his work station

° Has two brothers and one sister

° Never been married

° Likes tea more than coffee

° Okay ish with children, though the messes they bring and when they scream drives him to insanity

° Enjoys having the same scheduled meals each week, gets somewhat upset when it changes

° Cannot handle the smell of ribs, it absolutely will make him gag and throw up

° Has tried so many times to talk to Rennick calmly about safety on the rig and got shut down so many times that he just gave up on doing it calmly

° Enjoys keeping gifts and things hes given on display, he's proud of everything he has

° Used to be a calm person but now is more likely to anger

Infected Trots time 💔

° Sees his family, like his mother, his brothers and his sister etc

° Is tormented by the fact that he doesn't have legs anymore

° most of his pain stems from his lower half due to how corrupted it has become from the shape

° Feels pure anger towards Cadal, more than when he was alive

° Dies in excruciating pain akin to the other infected

° In my recovery au he gets pissed at Rennick a lot more due to him learning how Rennick wanted to leave everyone else and his actions during the crisis

° Recovery: he really cannot stomach a lot of foods, he just can't eat them without vomiting

° Recovery: Hates his body no doubt but also gets irritated at the mess it makes in his words

Finlay

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° One of the strongest on the rig no doubt

° Would've won the dart tournament final if it ever happened, dunno why I think this I just do

° Actually likes the ocean a lot, just doesn't like being on an unsteady and falling apart oil rig

° Talks with Rennick sometimes, They sit down and drink either coffee or alcohol together

° She lets him rant a lot but has no problem telling him when hes wrong about something or a situation

° Still gets pissed when he does stupid or selfish shit though

° Enjoys milk in her coffee and that's about it

° Talks to her son whenever she can, Keeps the letters he sends in a decorated box with photos

° Not a picky eater but doesn't really like canned ravioli, she'll eat it just doesn't like it

° Her and her husband are divorced but not on bad terms

° Hangs with Muir and thinks he's funny as shit, a little too reckless for her though

° Bisexual but doesn't really care about partners at the moment

After the events of the game 💔

° Sometimes would need to take a break due to hearing her son, over and over again

° Hummed the song he was singing to try and calm down

° Despite what it seemed in the game, she was fucking terrified of the shape

° It unsettled her deep in her soul and she finally knew why when the rubble fell on her

° Wanted nothing but her son in the end, to hold him, to hug him, or just to see him

° She knew she would never get to see him again though and that would be a good thing for him

° Recovery: Was confused and then disturbed when she woke in her cot

° Recovery: She was dead and she knew she was, maybe this was purgatory ?

° Recovery: Took a while for her to become comfortable around the infected again

° Recovery: Felt like shit for being distant but couldn't bear to be around the infected or anyone in general

° Recovery: Called her son almost immediately after finding out she wasn't dead

Muir

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° Love pranks, I think everyone agrees in the fandom XD

° Does not like swimming, never was a fan of it, knows how to though

° Once pulled a prank on Rennick and almost got fired

° Has never grabbed the correct helmet and probably never will

° Enjoys jokes a lot, puns not so much

° Can actually be pretty mellow, especially when he's tired

° Either wakes Innes up with a kiss or a smack on the stomach, either one it just depends on the day

° Once made a paper rose for Innes for Valentine's day

° Hangs out with Finlay sometimes

° Does not like coffee but drinks it to stay up

° Once fell asleep at breakfast and woke up with new eyebrows

° Don't know where I saw it but there was a post that he had a daughter and I liked that idea

° Has two left feet when it comes to dancing, or almost anything tbh

Infected time y'all 💔

° Saw Innes and his daughter

° All he really remembers is feeling alone and being angry at that

° Like they had all left him to fend for himself

° He wanted Innes mainly and was angry at him for leaving

° At one point his vision soloed in on Innes and saw his terrified face

° He was confused

° When he finally got Innes he didn't even realize he had killed him

° He thought that he was just sleeping, he didn't kill anyone else after that

° He just held Innes, his love

° He didn't even realize he was going to die until he was

° Tried his best to keep Innes body safe as he died

° Recovery: Was akin to the others confused on why he was back

° Recovery: He couldn't believe he was back, he felt joy and then the realization what he did hit him

° Recovery: He tried to hide somewhere on the deck away from the others

° Recovery: He didn't want anyone to see him due to guilt

° Recovery: Not even Innes

° Recovery: Eventually Innes coaxed him to talk to him and Muir just sobbed and apologized

° Recovery: It took him a long while to adjust to not being able to go inside and his new form but eventually he slowly went back to some of his old self

° Recovery: He doesn't think he'll ever be the same again though, emotionally

° Recovery: Cried on the phone when he was allowed to call his daughter

Brodie

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° Sees Raff as a son of sorts

° I really liked @/lilkumquat27 's au where Brodie had a son but lost him due to cancer so I kinda headcanon that now too-

° Feels odd for viewing Raff's like that but dismisses it a lot

° Likes coffee with chocolate in it [ me too Brodie- ]

° actually enjoys the ocean a lot, loved going swimming in Skye with his family

° He finds one of the best feelings in the world is to eat a warm meal when your cold

° Hangs with Finlay when he can, he finds solitude with her

° Would laugh when he lost against her in the dart tournament if it ever happened

° Not really competitive, doesn't see the point in getting angry over that stuff

° I associate the song ' Everything stays ' from adventure time with him, don't really know why it just seems to fit him

° Loves the moon as well, thinks she's gorgeous at night

In game time 💔

° Was mostly trying to keep a level head

° Threw up after seeing what happened to Raff's in the dive bell

° He actually threw up a lot during the events of the game

° Kept saying in his mind to just keep on going

° Heard his son talking about octopuses and the ocean in his mind

° Just kept going through most of it, only taking short breaks to think things through

° Was terrified but somewhat content when the water and oil started to raise

° That soon disappeared as the phone cut out

° Tried to keep his mind on Skye and his son but couldn't, all he could focus on was the pain of not being able to swim and drowning in the oil

° Recovery: He woke up sputtering, he was so confused and hurt

° Recovery: Finally broke after that and just sobbed

° Recovery: He sobbed for hours before trying to collect himself

° Recovery: Tried to ignore the pit in his stomach but it kept getting bigger and bigger

° Recovery: Hugged Raff's so tight he couldn't breathe, apologized endlessly for letting him go in the dive bell and for what he went through

I shall make another one with more characters later but these are some of my headcanons for my favorite characters !!!! explodes

[pralinesims]

// Character asks

Tagged by @changingplumbob, thanks so much <3

Which OC is the first at a movie theater opening night for a movie they've been excited for?

LMAO this question cracked me up when I first read it bc it immediately made me think of my cinema storyline, truth is out of that particular bunch, besides that specific setting without any obligations, I can only see Luca wanting to show up immediately at an opening night? He's a huge movie buff and always waits for new releases. Emilio wouldn't immediately need to see a movie, same with Aaron. Though it does depend per case. And for Vale, especially not. He usually rather waits for it to arrive on streaming services than to be cramped in a stuffy cinema, even if he does enjoy the movie theater soundscape. Outside of the cinema squad, I can see Gina and Devyn being really excited for new movie releases and wanting to see them as soon as possible.

Which OC is the pickiest?

Definitely Vale, he is REALLY picky with most food and usually not up for new adventures, with exception when it comes to beverages, but yeah. He simply does not eat most fruit for example, and generally if possible, sticks to his safe foods. Besides him, Kaia is kinda picky aswell, not with her palate, but rather textures. She needs her meals buttery soft and/or smushed.

Which OC is the most stubborn?

Aaron, I'd say. A lot of them are quite a stubborn bunch, but he definitely takes the crown. He does NOT budge on like, anything ever, if he's decided something has to be in a specific way, do not attempt to sway his opinions or change him. I'd also consider Emilio and Sharon the next contenders when it comes to stubbornness. If you'd put these 3 in a room and let them try to sort out an argument, you'd see the scenario of all of them wanting to have the upper hand and win lol.

Which OC looks like a pushover, but could actually kick someone's butt?

Baby Maggie! She is surprisingly strong for being so tiny. Amazing at lifting weights, too. Amazing at crushing things. Usually accidentally, but she can build up quite some power.

Which OC is most likely to excitedly talk about hobbies?

Absolutely Gina. A lot of things interest her, and she loves to share what makes her adore the things she does. If she's played a new game she's become hyperfixated on? Must tell her friends. Read a newly discovered manga that's considered niche? Must tell everyone so they know just how damn good and underrated it is. Drawn one of her friends? Mail that piece of artwork to them. In addition to Gina, Maggie and Emilio are probably the chattiest about their hobbies. Also while not on their level, you can easily lure Kaia out of her woodworks if you want her to read a birth chart, or simply talk about the beauty of some constellations.

I'm sooo behind tags and dunno who's done which ones, so I'm tagging everyone who's in mood to do this and also blabber some more about their OC's <3

[chaifootsteps]

i think the dragon fucking thing is the dumbest shit people have gotten on you for because there really truly is no real world equivalent to it. like yeah lizards exist but the biggest ones are about the size of a small or medium sized dog, and all without what likely makes a dragon sexy to you! which is the huge size and sentience and the sharp teeth and all that good stuff! it's just monster fucking to me. because what else is it comparable to?

also i honestly just feel like people want to have their morally right opinions in a community built upon critical analysis that talks about how problematic certain things are in these shows to a sometimes excessive degree for cartoons about demons in hell, while ignoring all the genuine good you've done for helping vivs actual victims speak out and have a voice/platform, to make them feel better about their critical voices, because you dont just. complain that viv is a bad writer who botches adult topics in her adult shows like a femcel 14 year old on wattpad. (although you still do that and it's absolutely warranted because she does, i just feel like part of the reason people feel comfortable coming to you is because you're honest about who you are and what you enjoy in fiction, you're mature enough to understand morality in fiction vs morality irl and the difference between it, and obviously the fact that you're an anonymous voice who can easily archive this info for years to come compared to other websites. and to me there's a major difference between the stuff youre writing and the stuff vivs writing based on scale and audience. you aren't going to make anyone want to fuck their pet lizards, but vivs certainly given lots of people a warped idea of consent and why someone should be harassed if you look at her likes.)

anyway, this ask was kinda long and i dunno what else you could contribute besides a thank you, so if you feel like it, could you give a list of the top 5 fictional (i can't believe im saying fictional because DRAGONS ARENT REAL,) dragons you'd bone in a heartbeat?

Thanks, Anon, I appreciate it! <3

I think it's one of the more unsettling things they come at me for, because let me tell you, the idea that dragons = bestiality came up out of nowhere. A couple of years ago, the big trend in art/writing online was sexy dragons as the preferred love interest for princesses, and it was everywhere. And then, suddenly, they were problematic and I was getting 19 year olds arguing with me that it was "against federal law."

That weird thing you like, even if it's considered utterly vanilla today? I promise you, it'll be next. It's already starting to happen with anthros.

I think liking weird fictional things openly and unabashedly, and being able to argue in favor of why you do, is important. I think it's normal, human, and makes it makes everything safer on the whole, and makes it easier to root out the actual creeps.

But yes! Dragons!

Draco, my second major fictional crush. The first was The Beast.

2. Smaug.

3. Paarthurnax

4.Ventuswill

5. Literally every dragon daddy in the Spyro Reignited Trilogy. That game had me sweating.

[fanganfessions]

I personally don't like Project Eden's Garden, and I feel like it's trying far too hard to not be Dangan Ronpa to the point that it seems frankly embarassed about having any association with it from its writing and its consistent attempts to try and subvert DR writing, from the characters to even the execution we've seen (that IMO, lacks the kind of "style" canon executions have in an attempt to be far more brutal and drawn out without anything actually interesting to it in an aesthetic sense. It feels gory for the sake of being gory, even moreso than another execution I'd criticize like V3-2) and like it's trying too hard to subvert the series it's inspired by to the point it genuinely doesn't feel all that fun to engage with.

Things like the idea of a character presenting themselves as an "Ultimate Liar" just feel, for lack of a better word, fanfiction-y. A lot of the actual meat of the project feels amateurish to me, likely a result of the project changing hands due to the fallout between the old director and the original writers parting ways due to abuse 3 years ago or so, like old plot points were left behind and people tried to make them work rather than scraping things that I personally think go against his attempts to make its characters more grounded or realistic.

I don't enjoy any of the characters as they are and feel no attachment towards them or their designs, and I think the decision to replace the mascot with a guy in a mask was a poor one in a somewhat misguided attempt to make the game feel more, I dunno, mature? But to me it just comes off as another attempt to distance itself from DR, which the game fails at anyway because the twist of "characters who seem important both die chapter one" is very much a DR-esque move, for example.

There's a lot I could get into, and these are just mismanaged thoughts, but I feel like the project lacks style and any affection for the original series, and also comes off as exceedingly pretentious at times. (I personally hate the orchestral soundtrack, and I feel like something like "here's a real life orchestral composition of our theme" feels a lot like showing off at that point) I also just don't see the project being sustainable, especially with the prediction of it taking another two years for the second chapter.

All in all, though, I just can't enjoy it personally because it comes off as a very generic Fangan dressed up with high production value that people aren't willing to criticize both for fear of being attacked by an honestly rabid fanbase, and because it's definitely the big kid on the block and it can be hard to criticize a fan project being done for free. I just find it to be, well, not that good, and unworthy of the massive amounts of praise it's been receiving, but I'm biased to finding it kind of irritating due to my own personal tastes and the large amounts of praise its been receiving I personally disagree with.

But beyond that, it just feels like it doesn't want to be Dangan Ronpa, and maybe it shouldn't be, and its attempts to distance itself from it while still being clearly derivative of it (SHSL talents, the artstyle, the format) come off as more irritating to me than anything. I just don't think it's that good or the second coming of Dangan Christ or whatever, and it falls into the same trappings I'd criticize pretty much every other Fangan, and even the official series for, but it sticks out even more due to how desperate it is to be not Dangan Ronpa, or more than just Dangan Ronpa. This one just has more budget.

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[tobiasdrake]

The Hundred Line: Last Defense Academy 08 - Psychic Telekinesis Knives

Okay, so here's the plan. A bunch of monsters are rampaging towards our location and we are going to sit here and hang out. It's probably not a big deal. I'm sure it's being overblown.

This is known as the American Solution to major problems.

No, I feel pretty rattled. Though that has less to do with the words that came out of his mouth and more to do with watching the Tokyo Complex burn.

Plus I kinda want to see what everyone's Magical Girl forms are like. So even if this is a mistake, I'm a little incentivized to make it. It's kind of like how in Madoka it's like, don't make a Contract with Kyubey but actually I kinda want you to make one because I want to see what you look like as a cool Magical Girl.

Or how in Danganronpa it's like... I don't want anyone to die, but we need a murder to happen if we're going to have mysteries to solve so someone get to stabbing, chop-chop.

Tsubasa, I assure you that people do actually die in real life. That is a thing that happens.

You panicked so hard that you passed out in the blood cocoon and never even ended up fighting the monsters. Why do I talk to you?

And you're still middle-of-the-road among the boys.

I hate that I can't talk to Kako for two seconds without you cutting in. And also that you're a myopic prick.

I'm going to laugh if there turns out to be a big red Escape button at some point.

Your whole thing is just going to be vomiting at the slightest provocation, isn't it?

Look, if you have to do it, then do what you got to do. All I ask is that you aim for Gaku.

I feel ya, man. But, counterpoint, investigation isn't a free action. Sometimes you have to make snap decisions on partial information and hope for the best. That's life.

Anyway, I'm gonna go now. PEACE, MOTHERFUCKERS.

To do literally anything but sit around here with my thumb up my ass. You want answers? Cool. Go investigate something or whatever. I'm gonna go stab technicolor horrors until I'm covered in felt and cotton fluff.

You can't even be cool for five seconds, Takumi.

(☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞ Wouldn't miss it for the world. We're Killing Game pals. We gotta stick together.

We're still on for Gaku and Ima, right?

It does bother me that he keeps saying this in a threatening way. I dunno. I feel like Sirei is more Monokuma than Shinigami but doesn't want us to know that.

Oh yeah, of course. Stabby stab, Hepatitis, Blood Cocoon, Sailor Kallichore. I know the drill.

That's not hygieni--

Wait, they have blood? You mean that black tar-like stuff? That's blood? Weird.

Anyways, it's Blood Cocoon time. LET'S FUCKING GO.

We should have a cool catch-phrase or something like "BY THE POWER OF SWORDS, BLOODY MAKEUP!!!" No? Just me? Mrrgh. Y'all are no fun.

At least Darumi's enjoying herself. Look at that smile. She can't get enough of Blood Cocoon.

Oh shit, Darumi gets psychic telekinesis knives. I 'm so fucking jealous. I want psychic telekinesis knives.

Takemaru would have a motorcycle. That's one of his legacies he has to live up to, after all.

Hiruko with the giant battleaxe. That makes sense too. She's just here to get shit done.

Sure enough, Hiruko's kind of nuts. I honestly think she might have past experience with this that she's not talking about.

Everyone has one attack. Takumi has "Side Slash", Takemaru has "Outta My Way!", and Darumi has "Homicide!"

But Hiruko's rocking two attacks and they're called "Cranial Fracture MAX" and "Intestinal Laceration Lv.3". We don't have character levels that I can see, but this implies that Hiruko is somehow at a higher level than the rest of us are. Like. She's already well advanced down the skill-tree or level-up system or what have you, which suggests she's been earning whatever passes for XP a lot longer than the rest of us have.

I don't think this is Hiruko's first rodeo at Last Defense Academy.

Love the energy, Takemaru, but dial it back. We're still in the tutorial level.

I mean, she's probably like level 86. But the rest of us are in the tutorial level.

...I am not loving the way Sirei said this was our "first battle" and then sheepishly backpedaled on it when Darumi called him out.

I am not loving that at all. He basically just admitted that the TRC fight didn't actually happen. Which makes sense.

The abandoned school that just suddenly appeared out of nowhere. The weird alert that's not like other alerts. The monsters crashing through the ceiling and killing everyone but now supposedly they're okay.

It makes more sense if that didn't happen than if that did. So how didn't it happen?

My money's on the Matrix.

Sirei assured us that this is the real world. It's not a simulation or anything like that. We are not experiencing the Neo World Program. But he said nothing about the TRC being real.

I speculated before that maybe the school's built on top of the TRC or something but it'd be even easier to do that if the "TRC" is just a set of people pods hooked up to a database in the basement.

It would also explain the Kingdom Hearts moment of us being sucked out through a dimensional void or whatever, and then waking up in the classroom. Sirei unplugged us from the pods and carried us up to the classroom to wait for us to rouse.