#imagine being mc and pulling off all 4 of them

[lara635kookie]

IF TWO EQUALS DON'T REPRODUCE HOW THE HELL ZAYNE AND XAVIER MADE THIS MF???????

[jazeswhbhaven]

A Christmas beneath Heaven | React | Days: 4 & 5

Okay, so it made sense to do a 3-day and then the others a two day react per post. (I just hope my masterlist doesn't end up too many links for the reacts lol)

SOOO we left off with learning that MC has the Christmas Cold which causes them to be overly horny due to them holding back their desires and being in Hell as a human. We also know that Solomon had it and a devil cured him of it before. It also appears that Bael found the devil that knows of the cure!

But uh.....you see

The devil is an old like really old woman. We're talking like imagine gran gran is in her 80s-90s old in human standard where she talks r e a l s l o w.

And it turns out, not only are our boys seemingly impatient (Beelzebub especially like he's nearly pulling his clothes off out of waiting on her answering how to heal MC), they also seem to be judging her physical appearance very harshly.

Which doesn't make a whole lotta sense to me because aren't they old asf? I guess they haven't reached that point where they have wrinkles or grays or maybe they don't have that ability to age physically because they ARE kings after all.

Anyways, gran gran is trying her best to explain, but no one is having it so Ppyong is here to try and help.

I also noticed twice during these days that Asmodeus was calling her "mature" in a flirty way, because he pretty much flirts with anyone and gran gran is on his list.

Ppyong finally gets some kind of headway with her, and it turns out...her clan just has a condition where they age very quickly. She later includes that not only does her clan age in appearance quickly they don't live as long.

Knowing this information though, uh...doesn't help the matter because Belphegor of all devils starts laughing it up that she looks like that and he's imagining everyone looking so old like that at "young" ages. Though, Beleth has to smack some sense into him because when she mentions dying early Belphie is still laughing about it. SAFE TO SAY THAT BELPHIE HAS THAT KINDA HUMOR YA'LL AND HES STILL MY BBY ITS OKAY.

Asmodeus does his flirty thing, gran gran agrees to meet with him after the meeting, and well Satan blows the fuck up cause he's really just trying to get to the point and it's pissing him off that Asmo is just trying to stick his dick in someone once again.

Ppyong does say that she is aware of the cure, that it's located in "Middle Realm" where fallen angels refuse to believe they are in Hell and are waiting to return as confirmed by Beleth. Belphie asks why Beleth didn't just stay there and he says he doesn't remember (though I'm pretty sure he does to a certain extent and I have this theory that fallen angels have the ability to lie btw, a trait that stays with them from being an angel)

And it seems that the angel they are looking for that knows exactly of this cure is Achazriel, the one who fell before Lucifer, the OG first fallen angel that was forced out of heaven. So naturally, he would have that kind of ability.

Solomon also got the medicine from this area, meaning the Middle Realm has been in existence for quite some time and that would make sense.

Meeting is adjourned with this info and everyone seems to split off (even Asmo and gran gran 👀👀) leaving Beel, Bael, Beleth and Belphie who took his ass back to sleep lol

Bael tries to see if Beel wants to do the same thing, to which no he doesn't. Beleth tells him not to worry about it and he already clocked that the other devils seperated themselves for a reason. Bael concludes it's because they're trying to win MC's favor by curing them first.

Beel knows the real deal. On Christmas day....MC is at their peak meaning that's when they are MOST unhinged in their desires and that's the best time to strike. Everyone is basically waiting until MC is pretty much so horny they can't even think straight, take advantage of that moment and then cure them.

"Waiting until the fruit is ripe" as Beel puts it.

Now....tbh that's such a devil thing to do and I don't even think I can be mad about that considering they want to experience that for themselves. But something tells me that none of the kings are going to experience that....moment with MC.

SCREENCAP TIME

This part was sending me, Bael is fucking tired but he would rather not use Asmo's lap because he knows that the fuck that means (his boner would be pokin' him)

Okay ya'll rude asf, leave her a looonnneeeeeeeeeeeee

Asmo called her mature in appearance probably in a horny way and Bael was like

Beel was so impatient he was being this dramatic. Gotta love a drama queen. but dats my boo.

Belphie. pls babes. Just go back to sleep.

LOL. He hates Beel, can't stand him apparently but is willing to take one of his nobles for himself. You ain't slick Levi...(you just want your bestie and you to share it's okay)

Bael is always so tired of his shit lmao, I just wanna run him a hot bath and give him a massage like, let's melt all that stress away...

Belphie....again babes just go back to sleep.

Asmo being like-

him @ Asmo rn

Sorry ya'll but this description of his voice....fine asf I swear like bring all of that over to me now

Proof of why I think fallen angels have the ability to lie ^^^^^^

This is hot of him idk let's boil our enemies in gold

titty cameo

Thanks Ppyong kicks him into a wall 'playfully'

The fact that he can see that far is wild but he also can probably smell them too. Everything about him is....just him.

And there ya go~ the next two days for part one will probably be them going to the Middle Realm. LETS PAUSE FOR THEORY TIME

I honestly think how this "trying to bang MC when the cold is at it's peak" won't happen. With normally how these events go they will attempt but something hilariously funny will happen where MC just sweats it out and they don't need the medicine after all or "someone else" got to them first and it's pretty much none of them. Lol

Let's see what the results bring hm???

[animeomegas]

More Baxter thoughts~

Imagine post Step 4, MC telling Baxter that he was their first kiss. They sort of laugh and explain that for some people 18 would be considered a late bloomer, but that was the right time for them. They joke that Baxter was just too irresistible.

MC is trying to keep the mood light, just joking about it, but that doesn't really go to plan.

Because Baxter is shocked for three seconds, pleased and flustered for one second, and then deeply guilty from then on.

He feels guilty for not knowing, for taking MC's first kiss even if they kissed him first, and he feels even worse for ghosting them now, which he didn't think was possible.

He tries to just smile and say he's honoured, but he cannot sleep that night because he feels so guilty. He wants to punch 19 year old him in the face (don't we all).

I think MC'd have to firmly pull him from the guilt and kiss him until he truly understands that they'd forgiven him for the shenanigans he pulled 5 years ago, and that they definitely don't regret him being the first person they kissed.

Actually that would be a good strategy to pull his head out of the guilt cloud: MC should ask him if he regrets being the first person they kissed and then watch this man backtrack at the speed of light and vehemently deny it lol.

...

But also, imagine MC face timing Baxter for the first time after they had to go home.

They'd both do it late at night, I think, maybe they'd both be in bed, and when the call connects, they both just stare at each other for several moments.

Until MC pushes out an 'I miss you' and Baxter melts and says it back.

MC was sort of expecting to be teased about missing him when it's only been a day since they left, but Baxter isn't about to deny that he's already wishing they were with him again.

Just imagine them softly talking about their days to each other, tucked up in their respective beds, wishing the other one was close enough to touch and hold.

Imagine them having to end every face time with a reminder about when they were going to see each other next, just to soften the bitter blow of the end of the call.

Imagine MC taking a screenshot when Baxter looks cute, his hair mussed from his pillow.

Imagine Baxter taking a screenshot when MC starts nodding off, head propped up by one dangerously swaying hand.

Imagine neither of them wanting to bring up staying on the call as they sleep, but both thinking about it every time.

Just... soft Baxter and MC, because they'd be the cutest sappiest couples, especially when they're alone.

...

This third one and final one is not as cute, but imagine an artist MC who is just enamoured by the mole on the upper back of Baxter's thigh.

They really want to not be creepy, but also... they really want to sketch it.

And so they sketch it, but it doesn't capture the beauty properly, so they add colour and edit and keep going until they have a near photo realistic image of the back of Baxter's thigh XD

Baxter finds the drawing one day and basically blue screens for a good 40 seconds before he attempts to compliment their art work and tease them about the subject material at the same time, the words coming out as a jumbled, flustered mess.

That is all XD Thank you for letting me scream my Baxter ideas into the void haha.

[whalesforhands]

i am an avid believer of pillow princess gojo and needy soft dom geto bc i am a part of the vanilla agenda (yes i know i am very boring). i feel like there’d be a few kinks here n there (maybe bondage? exhibitionism?? they seem like the type to like that) but overall they just wanna feel good with dyf!mc. I CAN IMAGINE THEM GETTING SOFT BUT WANTING MORE YK WHAT I MEAN?? MY MIND GOES BLANK THINKING ABT THAT RAHHH

-omori anon

whatever u want omori anon

more short but soft(ish) headcanons (nsfw)

warnings: fem!reader, this is NSFW, pls go away minors, 18+ only

satosugu

being together with this duo entails a lot of… ventures. not just in taking care of the 4 kids, helping them out with their homework, playing with them, testing out new recipes you saw in a magazine and on television and also just… trying to get back on your feet.

being with satosugu especially, when you finally show more comfort in activities of a more carnal nature, you’re not leaving the bed.

whilst you might think they prefer rough, hot and extremely vigorous bed exercises, they do. but when it comes to you, especially on your first night, it is insanely toned down. and it will remain that way until you express interest in going harder.

a lot of asking and forewarnings before taking any actions and a lot more of holding back on their end for your sake.

“can i touch you…?”

“i’m going to kiss you here, okay?”

“you sound so pretty… can you do that again for me, darling?”

“don’t squirm too much… ‘m gonna start.”

“ahh— fuck. don’t squeeze like that, i’m not going to last…”

“shit… you’re so gorgeous like that…”

“suck me off, please… wanna feel you…!”

their actions might be held back, but their kisses are not. every one taken from your lips feels like they’re trying to kiss you absolutely silly, until your head is filled with nothing but them.

“mmph…!” your tongues are entangling, the tempting swirl of your appendages moving vigorously as you feel his hand grasp onto yours almost desperately, fingers entwining just as he begins to pull away, a string of saliva connecting your once occupied lips, a gulp of air hastily swallowed by you as the flush of intimacy envelops your being. it isn’t long, not even enough for you to take in another breath before an impatient hand is already tilting your face towards his own, another set of familiar lips connecting your mouths for another restless makeout.

one round each? uhh… how about three?

“please, honey… i need another round, okay?” your thighs are already sore from having to bounce your hips on your own, your front collapsed onto his chest as you start to heave more, hair sticking to your face as exhaustion starts to catch up to you.

“don’t push her too hard if she can’t take it, satoru.”

“ehh? acting nice when you just went twice in a row is too mean to me, suguru…”

“at least i help do the work.”

“but it looks so cute when she’s struggling to do it herself…!”

jug of water right next to the bed because you’ll be here a long time. most of the time, there’s snacks provided too if satoru didn’t already eat them all.

cleanup is immediately done just for you the moment you look like you can’t handle anymore. no such thing as the ejaculate then evacuate here, not when your bare body is lifted in a princess carry to the bath to enjoy a bubble bath, a massage and suguru washing your hair for you as satoru helps brush your teeth.

bonus:

become a little more forward with their wants after your first night together. whether it be a new set of lingerie or cosplay in a wrapped box waiting on the bed, testing the waters by asking if you’re okay with pictures or videos or straight up being a little handsy.

i’m being serious about that last one.

you could be mid-conversation with gojo, telling him about your day as you sit with your back to his chest, his hands slithering their way under your shirt.

“and then shoko brought me to the old sushi place. the one with the mentaiko sauce i liked, but then i found out they didn’t serve any—“

“mhm, mhm.” he’s definitely only half listening when his hands rest on the skin of your stomach, fingers experimentally tracing shapes just below your breasts as you continue to talk, before you feel his hands quite literally start groping your mounds, flicking your nipples inbetween his fingers, squeezing your boobs etc. as you just… wonder if he’s still listening.

(it helps him focus)

[tsarinatorment]

okay so-

on the discord i was scrolling through past convos in a desperate search for a link that i've seen before, and i came across another one of your and fsinger's aus starring Michael👀

It was like a Kronos Wins/Time-Travels AU where Michael, Thalia, Bianca, Nico, and Hazel are the MCs and I was like !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and then when the first main plotpoint was basically Michael going "SAVE MY DAD" my FIRST thought was that one Puss In Boots: The Last Wish scene;

Michael, about Apollo: I will save you!

Every other god, suffering in Tartarus: Save us too!

Michael: ...if it's convenient!

like. gnawing on this au rn. i gnaw on all of your aus. this one and the Lee Lives/Apollo Becomes Mortal/BotL Au are officially my favs (Eclipse at this point is basically canon to me lol)

but yeah. I know this au has a BUNCH of beloved characters die, which would have admittedly upset me like, three years ago, but now?

now i merely eagerly rub my hands as my brain imagines how this scenario goes down eheheehhe

Ah yes, this AU! Not one I've thought about in a while, but still a fun one!

Fun fact, for you if you missed the origin of it, and also for anyone else who might be reading this and hearing about this AU for the first time - this is an AU spinoff of my AU fic Tears Will Not Wash Away Your Crimes, where defeated!Kronos from canon timetravels back to the start of TLT to take Michael out before he could become the threat that saves Olympus (see: my long rants on how by being the one to realise Williamsburg Bridge needed to break, Michael stopped Kronos winning on the first day of the siege). In that fic, he succeeds in making Luke kill Michael, and while the fic never goes on to state it, it does become an alternate timeline where Kronos does, in fact, win (due to various factors such as Luke's betrayal not being discovered because Percy wasn't there to survive being poisoned and reveal that he was the traitor, etc. and also Kronos knowing how the demigods/gods operated and basically having the cheat code of being able to squash anything they try before they try it).

But also I am a perpetual Michael!lives fan, so with the enabling of @fearlessinger, as you mentioned, another AU spawned off of this, whereby when Luke carelessly mentioned Apollo by name, he caught Apollo's attention and the god himself turned up to whisk Michael away to safety. In the end, though, it doesn't stop Kronos from winning, because no-one knows enough to trump what Kronos knows. Hence, Kronos wins!AU.

But then!

There are some key changes that go down because of Kronos' prior knowledge... Change #1: Thalia is not restored by the Golden Fleece. Kronos did this because he wanted her as his host, but he tried that last time and it failed - he won't try again. Change #2: The di Angelos do not leave the Lotus Casino. No Thalia in the running suggests that Hades may not have bothered to pull his own children back into the prophecy race - if he really wanted them to be feasible as prophecy children, he'd have brought them out when Percy was claimed, as that would make Bianca a similar age to Percy and therefore viable as an alternative. Bringing them out a year or two later makes his kids younger than both Thalia and Percy and doesn't actually make sense, unless it was a response to being the only Big Three god with no kids involved... Change #3: Daedalus doesn't die, because Nico isn't around Change #4: All our Greek Hero demigods (and the Hunters) are dead, barring the above, and Michael, who was kept safe on Delos the whole time.

And these changes all line up quite neatly into a ridiculously large plot, based on the following consequences:

Consequence #1: the gods are thrown down into Tartarus Consequence #2: the triumvirate's deal with Kronos for their support involved getting Apollo as their prize so Caligula can still claim the sun god spot and Commodus gets his revenge. Apollo is passed to them, instead of Tartarus Consequence #3: Michael is rather pissed off about all of this

What happens after that, well. Imagine Michael, no longer trapped on Delos because the twins aren't there, making his way to Delphi. Imagine Phoebe initially reclaiming Delphi, before Kronos realises she was never on her side and instead release Python to reclaim it; Michael has enough time to speak with his grandmother, but only very little before he's forced to flee into the Labyrinth to hide.

Imagine Daedalus trying to atone for all the deaths he's caused by keeping this one demigod still alive, hidden in the Labyrinth while Michael tries to work out how the fuck he's supposed to save the gods, but never even considering not doing it ("the gods", of course, meaning "Apollo, mostly").

Imagine Apollo weakened, but still able to make dream contact. Apollo not being able to dissuade Michael from trying to save him. Apollo with nothing left to lose except his one son he can't protect himself, so he gives Michael knowledge, things to help him stay alive.

Knowledge, like how the daughter of Zeus is a tree but isn't dead, can be healed by that golden fleece (Percy, Annabeth and Grover retrieved it still, but the tree was not sick and so it was never hung upon it). Knowledge, like how there are two more Big Three kids trapped in a place where time doesn't move.

(Imagine Apollo chained up and forced to be his own oracle as his divinity is drained away. Imagine a little girl with sickle-rings on her fingers being drawn to him anyway, this captive god of the Beast. Imagine the god that still wants to save a child, if only he had the chance)

Imagine Michael healing Thalia with the fleece, the pair of them fleeing from the remains of camp (the remains of Michael's home) as Kronos realises he's there. Imagine Michael and Thalia edging into a casino that's too bright, too jovial compared to their broken world, and pulling two younger demigods back into the timestream. Imagine lurking in the Labyrinth, in the Underworld and discovering a dead girl who still remembers when she shouldn't.

Imagine these demigods plotting, scheming, desperate, and the power of three children of the Underworld combined, pooling their powers together until they can go anywhere the shadows touch.

Imagine them rescuing a god, and the little girl coaxed along with them.

And when they've got one god back... it's only a matter of time before they get the rest.

(And when Kronos discovers it's Michael, again, that foiled him in the end... Well. Some Fates can't be denied)

[alexxncl]

‼️NIGHTBRINGER LESSON 51 SPOILERS ‼️

masterlist | all lessons | season 3 | lesson 50.1 | lesson 50.2 | lesson 51.2 | lesson 52

omg look it's everyone's favorite characters

still salty they don't have official designs outside of the chat stickers but it is what it is 🫠 it'd be cute if they could give them a little d kind of picture

if something bad happens i'll end it all. it's canon atp that mc has good luck because of their pact with mammon like PLEASE don't retcon that they're gonna retcon it

"where luck is a matter of life and death" is an insane tagline to advertise a casino on

"have fun gambling away your life!" is an insane title card for a lesson

i get that it's spooky season and all but DAMN WE JUST GOT HERE

can't wait to see them all panic over mc though. they've skirted death so many times and shit might be catching up to them yk yk

but mc already gambled and won and the way to escape is gambling and winning ??? they have to gamble while they're physically inside the casino for it to count ????

i'd just give up atp bc i feel like they're gonna pull some "you only get one chance to gamble and since mc already went, they cant go again"

BUT if that's the case, simeon could always make a pact with mammon and use his guaranteed luck for all of them to get off scot free

they're practically brothers anyways, but idk the ethics of a fallen angel turned human turned pseudo demon making a pact with a fallen angel turned ruler of hell. like would that even work since simeon is losing the sliver of "humanity" he had?

this tangent is long enough lemme stop

i also need to stop taking so many mf screenshot bc i'm only like 3 parts in 😭

we (i) love the sprinkles of brotherly love in the story 🫶🏽 especially if the brotherly love is founded on murderous intent

self sacrificial ass bitches

mc's inclination to step up makes sense bc they're the only person here with a damn near guaranteed chance at survival, and them taking a chance would mean that the odds are most likely in their favor. they literally could've gone first, won, and this ENTIRE situation wouldn't have happened 😭

what if this entire thing is a ploy and they're all just being sent to their respective hotel rooms ??? like how fucked up would that be ????

imagine mc pulls something like "well i won outside of the casino and that counts as a win so everyone should be safe" and then they just end up zapping their soul too 💀

and with mammon saying he's gonna get revenge ??? yeah whoever took the boys is COOKED

when i kill everyone in this room and then myself, don't be surprised

none of them have any semblance of self-preservation when it comes to saving their family. it's admirable but it's also really fucking sad bc how expendable do you think you are ???

like the boys are always so ready to give up literally any and everything for each other, even at the cost of their own lives, but none of them take into account how utterly broken the rest of them would feel if even one of them were to die

i figured smth like this would happen if they tried to escape. the exit door disappeared and everyone can use magic. why would they not put up some sort of ward to prevent them from using magic to escape?

unless this is some corny kinda "think of where you want to be when you teleport, and you'll be there" type beat and the spell worked perfectly but they're all a bunch of saps

BULLSHIT

anyways as long as they figure out a way to use mc's luck at the same time they'll be fine

the way this happened a solid 3-4 times is hilarious to me. just take the L and move on 🫶🏽

[collegetennisoriginstory]

Can I ask what our father thinks of each RO if the MC ends up dating them? Like does he approve one of them better than the others, is he wary of G cause he might think the fleeting nature of the relationship is similar to his experience with MC's mother and he doesn't want MC to experience that??

Also, does he have a canon job, or is it up to headcanon?

Heh, this is an excellent question, sorry for leaving it languishing for so long.

G

MC's father knows a thing or two about trying to hold on to things/people that ought to be free... if MC ends up falling in love and pursuing a relationship with G, it will fill their father with an ache in their heart for the things that could've been, mistakes that they've made that they would make again in a heartbeat. If MC's heart ends up broken, and they have a good relationship with their father, dad will pull them into a hug and whisper, "but you'd do it all over again, wouldn't you?"

Tobin

MC's father thinks of Tobin as the kind of lover/partner that they themselves should've gone for, all those years ago - someone sure, solid, and dependable, someone who will weather the storms of time with a gentle and steadfast kindness. In other words, Tobin might be the only one of the 4 RO options that MC's father would trust with their child's heart, with no hesitation.

Rayyan

MC's father and Rayyan would start off having quite a stiff, formal relationship - mostly because of how Rayyan had been brought up to relate to/approach older adults, but eventually the two of them would gradually warm to each other and spend quiet, companionable stretches of time together on a couple of shared interests (e.g. fishing, which MC is convinced is such an old man sport).

Sam

MC's father would be surprised at first, because he's always seen Sam as one of his own children, really, but the two of them have always gotten along so easily - back in high school, they've spent time together biking and watching NFL/NHL games or playing video games together on the weekends, sometimes even when MC's not home. In fact, their comfortable lighthearted dynamic has even helped to ease some tension between MC and their dad through the years. There's a coziness that comes with Sam being so at home with MC's family.

As for a MC's father's job...

No plans to make this canon yet - but in my head I've always imagined him running a logistics business of some sort - hence the long hours and sudden "work crises".

[roohuh]

An Undesirable Cure

Part 4 of the Obliviate series

Ominis X MC

Summary: Meeting your friends for lunch you discuss the situation with your memory. Sebastian has an unorthodox solution for the problem. You meet the newest professor at Hogwarts

Warnings: Sebastian and Ominis get into a tiff

Lunch has finally arrived. Natty, Poppy, Imeldia, Sebastian, Ominis, and yourself all sit comfortably in the transfiguration courtyard. Imelda wipes tears from her eyes as you conclude the tale of the night before.

“Oh that is the most ridiculous plan I’ve ever heard!” Imelda laughs clutching her side. Glaring in the direction of the unsympathetic laughter Ominis snorts,

“I do not see the humor in all of this M/C was attacked and all you can do is laugh?”

“All I was saying is it is a terrible plan. What good is it to erase her memory then sick her back in Hogwarts with you?” She retorts, crossing her arms. The group falls silent as the truth in Imedlias words hover in the air.

“They certainly did not erase the attraction between the two of you.” Natty giggles at how close you and Ominis are sitting. The realization makes you blush. Ever since the you remembered the smell of Ominis’ cologne you had been reluctant to part with the scent; having spent the entire morning not letting Ominis get more then two feet from you. It the most comforting smell you can imagine. Somehow putting you at ease despite the strange circumstances. Pulling out a large book from his bag Sebastian tosses it in the middle of the group.

“Ah Sebastian, you always are the first to find what we need in the Library.” Natty exclaims, clapping her hands together.

“I had quite the list to collect after a summer of ‘research’ so adding this was not a problem.” Sebastian replies with a devious grin. Waving her wand above the book Poppy incants “memory charms” Bursting open the pages of the book begin to flip enthusiastically until the short section on memory charms is open for all to see: besides Ominis who eagerly awaits someone to read it.

“Don't bother. I already read the whole buggering thing. All it says is how to cast a memory charm, nothing about its reversal.” Sebastian huffs then gives you a coy smile pulling a much smaller book from his robes in dramatic affect.

“But of course I didn't stop there being the accomplished scholar I am.”

“And? What did you find?” Ominis gives Sebastian an exasperated sigh seemingly not amused by his friend's theiatrics.

“The restricted section held the answer, as it usually does.” Sebastian carried on with his monologue unquenched by Ominis’ sour mood. “Although you are not going to like the answer I did find. It may not be the only solution seeing as this book is so cryptic. My guess is the author did not want to own up to the lengths they went to gather this knowledge. But we can always keep this in mind as a last resort.”

“ What does the book suggest?” You finally break off Sebastian's ramblings.

“Torture.” Sebastian says simply. Poppy lets out a short gasp.

“According to this manuscript the only way for someone to regain their memories after being Obliviated is to undergo a tremendous amount of physical or mental distress IE Crusio”

“Out of the question” Ominis snarls at Sebastian fuming he would even suggest such a thing.

“I was just relaying what I found.”

“The fact that you could even put it as an option is a major problem Sebastian. Your answer to everything is always dark magic!” Ominis shouts at his freckled companion. Feeling the situation escalating you intercede.

“Ominis that is unfair. He was just telling what he found. I agree it is definitely a last resort scenario but they are MY memories and if that is how I choose to regain them it is my choice. A choice I would like to make with ALL of the facts.” Ominis looks hurt by your siding with Sebastian but regains his composure. Poppy eager to diffuse the tense situation suggests,

“Maybe there is a beast that can help. I know Phoenix tears possess great healing properties, maybe your Phoniex can help M/C.”

“That is a great idea Poppy.” you smile at your friend thankful for the backup.

“Who needs those memories anyways?” Imeldia ads munching on an apple. The whole group turns to the quidditch captain.

“ I mean honestly, you and Ominis can just make new ones are they really important enough for you to torture yourself over them? Just have Ominis fill you in on everything and move on with your life I say.” You laugh at your friend's practical solution.

“Sometimes your outlook is so refreshing, Imeldia. I would like to have my memories back eventually but in the meantime I think that is a great start.”

“It would also be good to understand how this all happened. If whoever did this could find you on your summer holiday it stands to reason that this may not be the last attack on you.” Natty says the words you were afraid to consider. Crossing your arms you close your eyes in an effort to focus.

“If only I could remember who did this I could at least defend myself next time.”

“It is unlike you to be caught off guard.” Sebastian says.

“At least Hogwarts is safe. As long as you are on school grounds you shouldn't have to worry.” Natty offers in an effort to ease Ominis nerves.

“Hello there!” A deep cheery voice says from behind you. Ominis’ hand shoots to your leg holding it possessively. You turn to see a tall smartly dressed man who can not be older then 30 standing behind you.

“What do you want?” Ominis snorts at the intruder

“Can an elder brother not check in on his youngest sibling?”

“What do you want?” Ominis repeats cooly. The older Gaunt lets out an amused sigh raising his hands in defense,

“I am only here to introduce myself to my new students. I was delighted to see M/C on the roster for my next class of the day.” Ominis inwardly curses the only class he does not have with M/C and HE is teaching it. Sebastian winks at the professor,

“I can not wait.” Ignoring Sebastian Professor Gaunt turns to you flashing a handsome smile and twinkling blue eyes,

“I have missed you, little beauty.”

The strange familiarity of the words causes you to feel the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. He turns back to Ominis face now serious

“I never knew you to ignore such an obvious warning Ominis. Better return mothers owls before something regrettable happens.” With that the man continues his stroll through Hogwarts whistling as he goes.

[sugar-omi]

Thinking about the fruity four, but if the MC is sub-leaning instead of dom-leaning. Like I know most of us subconsciously were like "the MC is definitely in charge/running the show since they're kinda the focal point keeping everyone together..."

So what would happen?

Also thinking about the fruity four if the MC didn't realize it was an option at 18 and initially proposed to Cove during the end of Step 3. Amatonormativity at its finest.

(This MC was in love with both Cove and Derek, but also had a crush on Baxter at the time. They obviously stayed in contact with Derek as well.)(I wonder if they would of proposed if Derek was around that summer. 🤔))

(This MC would of been happy with just Cove, they didn't want to seem selfish plus they were too nervous to put feelers out towards Cove after how badly Cove reacted to Baxter.) They don't end up getting married in the in between of Step 3 and 4 and this MC ends up experiencing all of the boys' Step 4s.

(I can definitely see at this point Cove and the MC have talked about at least being in love with Derek and it turns out it's mutual, so the MC carefully pursues Derek during his Step 4 at least.)

omg imagine cove and mc visiting derek, and you're having fun, maybe even laugh off the get-married-in-10-years deal you made with derek. and you're enjoying your time together again, going to the water park and stuff

and by the end of the trip the tension is a bit high, some subtle flirty comments n touches thrown between you and cove towards derek. and when you finally have him in the ferris wheel, maybe its the melancholy look on his face or your feelings wound up after a intense but lovely trip, and you end up telling derek how much you love him, and want him to be apart of your relationship..

mmm now how do we bring in baxter.

maybe it's way after step 4, and with baxter coming around more (and maybe even planning your wedding after his step 4 ending, n coming to understand a bit abt your relationship as it is, n is abt to be)

derek and baxter getting close, which I think is so easy bc it's a black cat-golden retriever situation w them lol

n it's so nice to come home n see the two of them laughing and baxter trying to lead derek (the size different is funny, especially when he tries to dip derek since he's heavier than baxter is prepared for) and them knocked out on the couch, or seeing derek let loose when baxter pulls him into some mischief...

everything just falls into place by itself

[jerzwriter]

Objections: A Twist of Fate (1/3)

Book:                   Crimes of Passion (Book 2)

Pairing:                Trystan Thorne x F!MC (Carolina Rose)

Category: Chapter Rewrite - Ch. 4

Rating:                 Teen

Series summary:   I think one scene could have been expanded on, one should have been added, and one could have been better. So, I took a stab at it (pun intended ).

Part One: The king and queen command Trystan's presence, and he won't go without Carolina at his side. What transpires leaves them both stunned.

Words: 1,475

A/N: This is the first time I've ever written fanfic for a series that isn't completed, so it's a little different experience for me. Who knows what will happen in the future (so some of this could be dispelled in canon), but I think Chapter 4 deserved better, so this is my take. All three parts will be posted before Choices releases Chapter 5 is released next Wednesday.

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Parts in italics are direct from the story.

The silence was practically deafening. If not for the sound of their footsteps echoing through the cavernous marble corridors, it would have been easy to believe that the world had ceased to exist. Although their discomfort was palpable, it had nothing to do with the guard walking behind them, sent to ensure Trystan would make it to the desired destination. The guard was of no concern; they knew they could easily take him if desired, but other things weighed heavily on their minds.

Medieval castles were as familiar to Trystan as the local bagel shop was to Carolina. So he was unaffected by the suits of armor, elaborate murals, and questionably begotten jewels that lined the hallways through which they traveled. Carolina was another story. She wasn’t a woman who was easily intimidated. But Drakovia, and this very existence, left her feeling like a fish out of water. Miles away from normal, she was out of her league, and her grip on Trystan’s hand unconsciously tightened.

From almost the beginning, and without their consent, Trystan and Carolina felt like kismet. Easily in tune, they were somehow able to anticipate the other’s needs before they even occurred. At any other time, Trystan would have noticed that simple motion and been aware of how anxious his partner was, but today, it went unnoticed.

Carolina was longing to get this over with, close this chapter, and return to normalcy in New York. But Trystan was already wondering what the future held. This wasn’t New York; it wasn’t a democracy – especially not for him. His parents summoning him... from the same room? He knew nothing good could arise from this. More trumped-up charges? A public admonishment? An agenda, yet unseen, that he was unwittingly being made a part of? Whatever lurked behind the ornate door being opened before them would not be pleasant, and Trystan would be lying if he said he wasn’t afraid.  

Carolina let out the tiniest sigh of relief when they entered. It wasn’t the palatial space she imagined, but a tastefully decorated room, modest by palace standards, and family members filled every corner. But Trystan took no such relief, and she was about to understand why. A gathering of Thornes wasn’t something that happened by choice, and it was rarely a pleasurable affair.

The queen sat in the center of the room, as austere and formal as ever, and raised her head when they entered. In direct contrast, King Maksim leaned casually on the wall behind her, smiling with ease when his eyes fell on his son.  

“Trystan!” He beamed. “You’re actually on time. I told your mother you could pull it off.”

“Hello, Father,” Trystan grinned, and as the two men embraced, Carolina's heart warmed as she saw a hint of the carefree man she knew return.  

There were too many siblings to count, and they were already grouped by allegiance. Enraged as always, Bas seemed eager to end the charade, while his brother Vasili seemed to welcome the event. Uninterested, Astrid made her position clear: a mimosa and friends thousands of miles away would always be preferred over this nonsense, and Carolina couldn’t say she blamed her.

As usual, Marguerite rose above the fray, settling next to her mother on a long sofa on the edge of the room. When she spotted Carolina, she jumped in for the save, offering her the seat beside her. From there, she watched the drama unfold until another Thorne sibling detected her presence.

“Why is she here?” Trystan’s younger sister, Emika, whined. “This is family business. Trystin’s little wanna-be lawyer shouldn’t be here!”

Carolina was about to retort when Trystan jumped in.  

“Carolina is much closer to family than any of you, Marguerite, notwithstanding. Neither of them has attempted to imprison me.”

“You’d think they’d be happy I proved their brother’s innocence,” Carolina whispered to Marguerite, who contained a laugh.

“Fat chance of that.”

“Are you still hung up about that?” Kasper, yet another brother, groused. “You have to let that sort of thing go, Trystan!”

“It happened yesterday,” Carolina chortled. “Surely a little more time would be required for that.”

Various sibling quarrels filled the corners of the room, and King Maksim in to control things.

“Simmer down, children. The queen and I have one announcement to make. Then you can return to your squabbles.”

“Of course, Father,” Vasili jumped in. “We’re listening.”

“Given the outcome of yesterday’s trial, the queen and I have decided to reinstate Trystan as the heir to the Drakovian throne.”

“What!” Trystan gasped. “You... you can’t be serious!”

Equally as surprised, Carolina shook her head in astonishment. “You expect him to return like nothing has happened?" She blurted before thinking. "After how horribly you’ve treated him?”

The entire clan turned to stare daggers at the unwelcome guest.

“Don’t mistake our tolerance for your presence here as permission to speak, New York,” Lydea threatened.

“I believe I made clear how little your threats meant to me back in New York, Lydea. Trystan is right; I’m more family than the lot of you, and I’ve seen the effect exile had on him. I think you have a lot to atone for before they ask him any favors.”

The buzz in the room grew louder, and many faces turned red. Only Queen Viktoria appeared undisturbed by the reaction. She silently studied Carolina before replying.

“Your concern is noted, detective,” she stated. “But ultimately changes nothing. Trystan has a duty to the crown.”

“A duty!” Bas fumed. “He’ll destroy everything Juliana fought for!”

“Chin up, children,” the king interrupted. “Your parents love you equally, etcetera, but Trystan has been training for this his entire life.”

“My entire life save the past eight years,” Trystan spat.

Quickly losing her tolerance, the queen clapped her hands together. “Enough!” She commanded. “Now that Trystan has been absolved of guilt, he will resume his duties, and he will perform them with the decorum expected of a Drakovian heir. Have I made myself clear!?”

Her words and her tone had everyone scrambling, and Carolina watched in horror as the man she knew appeared to crumble before her eyes.

“... Yes, Mother,” Trystan frowned sheepishly.

“You can’t be serious,” Carolina muttered under her breath.

“Preparation begins now,” Viktoria stated. “The rest of you can take your leave.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Carolina exclaimed as a flustered Marguerite ushered her out of the room.

“Carolina, not now.”

She turned to take a final look at Trystan, standing crestfallen, as she was pulled through the doors.

“I’ll show you to your suite,” Marguerite began as if nothing unusual had happened. “I think you’ll find the guest quarters quite comfortable.”

“Comfort? Comfort isn’t what I’m thinking about right now. I need to help Trystan.”

“I don’t think you understand what just happened. This isn’t something Trystan can just walk away from.”

“Really? I know Trystan likes to trash the American educational system, but I do remember a thing or two, and abdication is a thing. They can’t force him to rule.”

Marguerite sighed wearily. “I understand your concern. I really do, but you’re out of your league right now. Don’t do anything rash. Trystan is going to need you.”

“And it’s always all about what Trystan needs,” Bas seethed from across the room.

Once again, the siblings broke out into debates over succession and which children deserved recognition. But Bas turned all of his ire on Carolina.

“This is all your fault!" He shouted. "You should have stayed in New York.”

Carolina broke into laughter. “What a delightful family! I have never been more grateful to be an only child! You would have been happy to see your brother go to jail for a murder he didn’t commit? For what? So you could move up one step in the pecking order for a job Trystan doesn't even want?”

“Are you sure about that, Carolina?” Vasili questioned ominously. “And more to the point, does what he wants even matter?”

“What Trystan wants matters to me! I can see why my caring for him seems to be a novel concept to the man!" Carolina hollered as Marguerite dragged her away.

While she made sure to put her bravado on full display, Vasili’s words haunted Carolina as she waited for Trystan’s return. Pacing her suite, she fumed over the injustice. They were able to save him... and for what? For him to live a life he didn’t desire? She gulped as dread coursed through her; perhaps a life... that wouldn’t include her?

Carolina's life hadn't been easy. Punctuated by loss and pain, she happily shut out even the idea of love. She was comfortable with the life she led when Trystan Thorne barrelled into it and turned it upside down. Her past self would have mocked her for allowing herself to get into this position. If she followed the rules, she'd be back in NY, her heart protected and safe. But she had no regrets and wasn’t about to back down. She marched over to a mirror and looked at her reflection with determination.

“I didn’t travel halfway around the world to save him just to let his life be taken from him anyway. No,” she resolved. “There is an out, and I will find it. These Thrones will not beat this Rose!”

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[monstrouslyobsessed]

been a minute since i've answered yall asks, sorry about that. been having health issues again. sighs.

tw / tags: monster fucking, snake anatomy, breeding mentions

Do you have any thoughts about slime-like monsters? I personally find monsters with… unstable??? body structure quite interesting cuz of their potential lol. Like, even of they're slow and trembling like jittery jelly, once they have grip on you – you gone, whoops. Struggling r useless, u will only get urself deeper and you can't even do a lot to escape. And bonus points if they're kinda dumb, so by acting silly and goofy they're practically gaslighting lmao —anonymous

i actually have a musing in the work about that one!! its...been in my draft forever...whoops....i'll work on that in just a bit then.

but yes!! theyre also super versatile too! imagine if you have one as a pet...its going to make a pet out of you, oho rip darling.

I wonder how the 6 arms snake god eat. Does he just shallow his prey whole? chew them? Tear them apart then eat them piece by piece? I wonder what is his favorite part of his prey, and his less favorite. I imagine that some times, he eat messy, so reader clean the blood around his mouth with a clean napkin. —anonymous

i actually kinda imagine him opening his mouth like a snake would since he's no longer a human (w a pic below). but in the beginning, when he's still merging with the snake god, he'd probably start tearing his, ah, meals apart, yeah. i actually don't think his transformation was actually completed by the time he started his initial rampage + he wouldn't have any arm when he first started out too.

oh geez i can see him being super clumsy and floppy trying to learn how to move his new body. poor thing.

his mouth would be like this, maybe with bigger fangs tho. that said, i cant find the original source now :( so if any of you know who this may be by, lmk so i can link the artist!!

Hey-hey! Have you read Mieruko-chan by any chance? Maybe it's only me, but i find designs for ghosts from here rlly cool and some chapters can give some pretty cool concepts/ideas.

Gl on ur day! ✨ —anonymous

i actually have been keeping up with it! poor mc, she's trying her best...I'm crushing on the yandere tentacled head lady atm lol

☆ Put this star into the inbox of your favourite blogs. It's time to spread positivity! 💖 — @berrychan03

dawwww <3 thank you!!! i'll be sure to spread them around~!

Your Jaguar Trube story is really good! I like it. Are you going to make the part 2 for it? —anonymous

im actually kinda stumped on how to continue this one mainly because of the breeding kink being the primary focus and the reader initially being gn. i feel iffy doing this to my fellow gn readers as well, as i don't wish to exclude them and i don't think im that good of a writer to pull off a gn smut.

i could just do two versions tbh because its a little different between if the reader is afab and if they're amab.

if afab, theyre actually kinda in for some bad time because there's so many males around, possibly around 30 to even 50, and there's a lot of dp to go around because they're sharing them.

if amab, there's not many females around at all, maybe around 4 young adult ones (with the rest being old ladies), though that's not to say the males wouldn't touch them because they def would though lol but i kinda imagined that being amab they wouldn't be in too high of demand and would be given breaks. plus, they don't have to worry about getting pregnant.

i'll take feedback regarding this matter though, so lmk your thoughts on how i should proceed!

anyhoo, gonna try and work on couple overdue commissions i got, but in the meanwhile, feel free to send in whatever (that is currently open lol) love ya bunches!

[the12thnightproject]

Chapter 4: Bargaining Power - Now that Mitsuhide has “rescued” Katsu, he’s going to let her go. Isn’t he?

Mitsuhide x OC; Hideyoshi x MC (Mai)

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Logline - With Mai, Hideyoshi, and Aki missing, Mitsuhide and Katsuko reluctantly team up. Disguised as a merchant and his concubine, can they outsmart the man known as the God of Deceit?

The auction room wasn’t any more pleasant upside down than it had been right side up. Nor was Mitsuhide, but this angle was more familiar, given our previous meetings. Even so, I objected to being hauled across the ship like a sack of rice. “What are you doing? Put me down!”

My hands were still tied and wedged into his back, but I managed to kick his ribs hard enough to hear him grunt.

“As you wish.” He dumped me on the floor, then loomed above. “Are you comfortable down there?”

What do you think?

He thrust his hand at me, but I ignored it and got to my feet. “After you.”

In an instant, he yanked me to his side and whispered in my ear. “I would prefer to get off this ship without having to kill anyone on the way, so if you could at least pretend to be cowed, it would make both our lives easier.”

He… had a point.

Meek now.

Kill him later.

“If you think there’s going to be trouble, maybe you could untie me so that I can help defend us?” Knowing that it would be useless, I did not bother trying the puppy-dog eyes that occasionally got Aki to agree to my suggestions.

He ignored my perfectly reasonable offer of help and propelled me out the door.

Hm, should have tried the puppy eyes after all.

Because I had no desire to get caught in the middle of a swordfight while my hands were tied in front of me, I kept my mouth shut as Mitsuhide half-dragged me across the deck of the ship, until I saw two hulking shapes and the priest out of the corner of my eye. “On your lef-“

With three sharp strikes of his sword, Mitsuhide had the attackers disarmed. He gave me a look that left no doubt in my mind that he had seen them before my warning. No one else bothered us as we hurried down the gangplank and onto the docks of Sakai, where Mitsuhide’s vassal Kyubei was waiting with two horses. Oh, hi, Kyubei. Long time no see.

Before I could greet the other man, Mitsuhide tossed me onto the horse and climbed up behind.  “Make certain no one follows us,” he yelled over his shoulder at Kyubei – then we were off.

“You know, I can actually ride without help.” No response.

It was even odds between ‘couldn’t hear me over the sound of the horse’ and ‘still ignoring me.’

What followed as a circuitous route around and through and back around Sakai. Probably Mitsuhide had doubled back to avoid pursuit, although he might also have done so to make things extra uncomfortable for me. By the time we halted behind a building in the merchant quarter, my core muscles were screaming at me. Without the use of my hands, I had been forced to continuously rebalance myself or risk sliding off the horse (and I doubted Mitsuhide would have bothered to catch me had it happened).

Equestrian pilates will never catch on as the next big fitness craze.

Before I could jump off on my own, Mitsuhide pulled me off the horse and led me through the back gate into a townhouse. Like Franscico’s office/home, it was a typical merchant’s machiya, more narrow than wide, with an office, a courtyard, and storerooms on the main floor. But I had no time to look around, because Mitsuhide hurried me past the business area to the second floor, where the stairs led to a private office of sorts. Presumably there would be a kitchen and an eating area also on this level and sleeping quarters on the top level.

Given that Mitsuhide still seemed disinclined to talk, I plopped down on a cushion to try to figure out how to let Francisco know where I was. He must be frantic.

Mitsuhide lit a lantern, filling the room with a warm amber glow, then took his time settling down at a writing desk.  Finally, he looked at me. “I imagine it would be too much to expect your gratitude.”

“For what? It took me three days to set that up.” Now I would need to figure out an alternate plan… which would require coming up with an explanation for how I was purchased by Mitsuhide and ended up with Francisco. Hm. Perhaps I had been purchased as a gift. I mean, a slave was a little more personal than socks, or a bottle of Drakkar Noir… but I could probably make it work.

“Dear me.” It takes talent to make the condescending words of a British butler sound like the sarcasm of an exhausted parent. “Am I to understand that you were selling yourself in the slave market on purpose? That does put a different face on it.” Mitsuhide nodded his head to indicate the stairs leading up to the top level. “My bedroom is the last door on the left. You may disrobe first, although I would prefer that you wait for me to undress you.”

Since my hands were still tied together from the slave ship, I figured he was being facetious. Although, who knows. Maybe he thought that I had some contortionist skills.

“I wasn’t selling myself.” He gave me a look of sheer disbelief. “Not exactly. I have a partner who was going to purchase me, thus giving me the opportunity to view the auctions from the inside, as well as create a back story for when he paraded me around the Nanban merchants.” Figuring that Mitsuhide had no immediate plans to untie me, I wiggled around until I managed to extract the dagger I kept strapped to my ankle. The auctioneer hadn’t even bothered to search “Kaya,” – apparently, he lacked the imagination to realize that even a kidnapped housemaid would have been armed. I tried to flip the dagger around to cut the rope around my wrists, but the angle was all wrong. After I poked myself three too many times, I stuck it between my knees and began sawing away at the bindings.

“For what purpose? You cannot tell me that Akihira would permit his daughter to masquerade as a courtesan.” With benign interest, Mitsuhide watched me reposition the knife after it slipped to a useless angle. “What happened to your partner?”

“I … don’t know.” Had Francisco joined the ranks of the disappeared? Would the Nanban imprison one of their own? As to the first question… was I safe telling him that Aki was missing? The two of them were, well, if not exactly friends, they were at least friendly. Or had been before I ruined that earlier this summer. Still…

Taking a chance, I looked him right in the face, alert to any change of expression, and added, “Aki is missing. Like your friends Toyotomi Hideyoshi and his fiancée. Frack.” The knife had slipped again. I bent to retrieve it, but not before noticing that his posture had stiffened when I mentioned his friends. Nothing major, and he recovered immediately. But I saw.

“You might have better luck if you held it in your teeth,” Mitsuhide said. I guess his advice, such as it was, was all the help I could expect here. “Do you have a spy in Azuchi Castle?”

If I put the knife in my mouth, I wouldn’t be able to answer his question – which… I’m sure he had considered. I again repositioned it between my knees. “In fact, we don’t. You might have to repeat whatever lecture you normally give the castle servants and vassals about not gossiping when they wander around town.”

The dagger clunked to the floor and bounced out of reach. I refused to crawl to retrieve it – it would totally undermine the attitude of casual indifference I was attempting to project. Mitsuhide might intimidate me, but I refused to let him know that. “It’s possible they didn’t notice me. I’m very good at being invisible in plain sight.”

“An enviable skill.” He got up and poured himself a cup of sake. He didn’t offer to share but that was ok because I wouldn’t have taken it anyway. While he was moving about, I used my foot to pull the dagger back, and then, as he had suggested, held it in my teeth to try to saw through the rope.

It wasn’t any easier than holding it with my knees.

With an attitude of indifference, Mitsuhide pulled out his sword. “Hold out your hands.”

I did so, presenting the rope as the best target I could. The sword whistled through the air, then sliced cleanly through the bindings.

Ahhhh. So much better. I massaged my wrists and wiggled my fingers. I guess I did owe him some gratitude, even if he had ruined my investigation. “Thank you.”

He inclined his head but said nothing.

“I will pay you back, of course.” It might mean breaking into Francisco’s desk, but the money was mine anyway, so I wouldn’t technically be stealing it.

“Of course.” He rubbed his chin. “Do not attempt to sell yourself into slavery again. I might not be around to rescue you next time.”

His definition of rescue differed quite a bit from mine – but I wasn’t really in position to argue. “My back-up plan involves keeping an eye on a certain warehouse.” And perhaps scamming my way – as Katsu - into a job with this mysterious Shojumaru. “I doubt I will need rescue from that.”

I pretended not to notice his look of skepticism – clearly exaggerated for theatricality. “You’ve been a source of chaos since we met.”

“You’re the one who just messed up my plan.” I was still on the fence as to whether I had needed rescue. “However, if I discover anything about Lord Hideyoshi or Lady Mai, I am willing to share information.”

If Mitsuhide had any intention to make a reciprocal offer, I will never know, for our ‘negotiations’ were interrupted by the sound of angry shouts coming from the ground floor of the building. Reacting instantly to the noise, Mitsuhide picked up his sword and stepped in front of me.

“Lord Mitsuhide – stop. That’s my partner. Francisco.” I pushed past him and called down to the lower level. “Francisco, up here. Don’t worry. I’m safe.” Then, because Francisco’s apt to forget his Japanese even in the calmest situation, I repeated myself in Portuguese.

Moments later, a puffing Francisco breached the top of the stairs and rushed into the room. His face was red and there were sweat stains visible on the shirt he wore under his jerkin. “Katsu. You are here. When I learned someone bought you, I thought, Akihira will murder me.” He paused and drew in a long panting breath. And then another. “I got lost and went to the wrong ship.”

Of course he did.

Note to self. Next time find a partner who can find their way from one end of the city to the other.

He was still speaking in Portuguese, so clearly his language skills (such as they were) had deserted him completely. I hurried to reassure him. “An acquaintance of Aki’s recognized me and purchased me. If you can repay him… and maybe give him a bit extra for his trouble, then we can be on our way.”

Francisco turned to Mitsuhide and executed a clumsy bow. In halting Japanese, he thanked Mitsuhide then held out his coin purse.

Mitsuhide ignored the money and looked back at me. “You are fluent in Portuguese?”

No, Francisco and I were just talking in Pig Latin. “Yes. Speaking anyway. Reading… I’m still working on that.” The Latinate alphabet script wasn’t that difficult because I had had some rudimentary lessons in English when I was in school, but it added another layer to translations.

“That being the case, our previous agreement is nullified.” He signaled for Francisco to put away the money. “I believe I will keep you after all.”

Keep me? How…? What? I didn’t bother to hide my confusion, so it was no surprise that he easily read my expression. “I purchased you and have no intention of selling you back.”

Yes, that part I got.

If he thought I would willingly become his concubine, he’d better keep a dagger next to his futon, because I would kill him in his sleep. Or when he was awake. Or… now. Actually, I probably wouldn’t even need a dagger. I’d just strangle him, the way Princess Leia killed Jabba Hutt. Only slower. “Strange. You don’t look like you’re certifiably insane.”

Francisco’s head swiveled from me to MItsuhide, his expression one of complete confusion. We’d passed his grasp on Japanese a long time ago. “Katsu, what is going on? Does he not want the money?”

“We’re bargaining over the price.” Technically. The price being something I was not willing to pay. I considered telling Francisco to prepare to fight our way out of here, but I didn’t know if Mitsuhide had any other men stationed in this building. Nor did I trust Francisco’s swordsmanship. He’d probably accidentally stab himself. Or me.

Mitsuhide poured himself another cup of sake before responding to me – he’d apparently come to the same conclusion about Francisco’s necessity in this discussion as I had. “In truth, there is something about you that causes me to doubt my sanity – but my reason for being at tonight’s auction was to establish an identity as a merchant who has a lenient attitude toward slavery of his own countrymen.”

Alright. Rational step, considering he was investigating his friends’ disappearance. Similar to what I was doing but coming at it from the opposite side. I nodded to let him know I was following. So far.

“Having a-” he paused then sighed as if the idea was personally offensive “-concubine adds to the verisimilitude of this charade. Having a subordinate fluent in Portuguese, who can eavesdrop on the Nanban, puts me at an advantage.”

Francisco poked my shoulder, so I quickly translated the gist of Mitsuhide’s idea. He smiled, then bowed clumsily. “Katsu, tell him that this is a good idea. It will allow me to direct my resources in other less savory directions without involving you.”

What was less savory than a slave concubine, I did not know, nor did I particularly appreciate the idea of them deciding my fate without any input of my own, but I dutifully translated his words to Mitsuhide, then added, “I really don’t like the idea of being your partner.”

He gave me one of those deep probing stares that said he could see right through me. If that look had been a scalpel, I would be filleted right now, and pinned to a dissection tray. “Heavens, wherever did you get the idea that I was offering you a partnership? You will be working for me, and you will do exactly as I say.”

Oh hell to the no on that.

Before I could tell him where he could put his job offer (such as it was), he continued. “Don’t look so mutinous, Brat. Am I wrong in thinking that this was exactly the scheme you were planning with this man-” he nodded toward Francisco, “-as your conspirator?”

Ok yes, that had been the plan.

“And would you agree that I would be far more competent in the role than a man who was not able to appear at the auction in time to rescue you from danger?” In spite of, or more simply to humor, Francisco, Mitsuhide sent a friendly smile in his direction.

Again, yes. Mitsuhide and his mouth full of teeth would be an upgrade in that regard. If I continued with Plan A. However, I could move directly to Plan B – finding and working for this Shojumaru – without taking a partner. Especially one who would-

“I rather think your rejection of me, while somewhat personally hurtful,” he dramatically placed his hand over his heart, and directed an over-the-top lovelorn glance at me, “lies in the fact that unlike your language-deficient friend, I would exert control over your somewhat impetuous behavior.”

“My rejection, as you put it, lies in the fact that I don’t want to work for you. I don’t want to work with you. I don’t want to spend any time in the same room with you.” My dagger was still within easy grabbing distance – one more snarky word from him and -

“Struck a nerve, did I? You do like being in control.” He rubbed his chin, letting his thumb briefly sweep across his lip. Aki had the same chin rubbing ‘tell’ as Mitsuhide, although the lip thing was an individual twist, one that called attention to sensual shape of th-

Ack! What are you thinking?

While I was busy bleaching my brain, I nearly missed his next comment.

“Alas, do not, for one moment, imagine that I will permit you to leave. If I must parade you around the city in chains, I will do so. In fact…” his voice took on a speculative tone. “It would add an air of authenticity to the charade.”

Yep. I’m out of here. “Never mind. I can find Aki without you.” I snatched up the dagger and prepared to make a run for it.

“You couldn’t even cut your way out of the rope with a knife, that, I will add, I am aware that you’re clutching it in anticipation of fighting your way out of here, and I would not recommend that course of action.” He turned to Francisco, and said in slow, clear words that even a language dunce like Francisco would understand, “Katsu and I are in agreement. You may go.”

If this had been a cartoon, there would have been a Francisco shaped hole in the wall. As it was, he stirred up enough of a breeze on his exit, that some of the papers on Mitsuhide’s desk rustled.

See if I send you a Christmas card this year!

“I would have managed the rope, eventually.” I could do better work without an audience. He’d made me self-conscious, that’s all.

“Hrm. I do believe you’d look quite fetching in chains.” Now that the (dubious) protection of Francisco was gone, Mitsuhide stepped forward and with those cold hands, traced the line the rope had left on my wrist.

“Oh, let’s not.” Try it. I’d once read an article on how to get out of handcuffs. Surely the principle was the same with chains. I pictured Mitsuhide walking into an empty room, furnished only by a defeated chain.

“Your protest lacks conviction. Perhaps the prospect of wearing chains excites you. Or… you have the ability to pick locks.” Those fingers massaged my other wrist and I just barely prevented myself from shivering. “Oh my, your pulse did race at that. Practice a bit of thievery on occasion, do we?”

It hadn’t been the suggestion that I could pick locks that had made my pulse jump like that. It had been his touch. Because his hands are cold. Of course, that had been it.

The first thing I hate about Mitsuhide – he uses a royal we when he’s teasing me.

@mllorei @selenacosmic @tele86 @bestbryn @lyds323 @akitsuneswife

[geographerdose]

Anna Gunn Rising Sign Guess

Unpublicized birth time. For entertainment only.

🧪I think she’s a Sagittarius Rising because I just know Lilith has to be at play in regards to her MC or tenth house. She has been universally disliked ever since playing Skylar White and I don’t think it’s fair. In this situation, her MC would be squaring Lilith within 4 degrees.

🔪Plus Lilith is opposing her Ascendant within five degrees so she’s likely used to being disliked for no reason.

🧫Sure I thought her character was frustrating in Breaking Bad but people just took it a bit too far, attacking her appearance and what not for simply playing a character in a fictional TV show, a TV show that caused them to be so passionate in the first place. Clearly she did her job well— she was written to be disliked and really personified “the nagging wife” trope needed to make Walt seem less annoying and more likable. The show would not have been as successful without her.

🦠 She has always come off very Virgo-like IMO with the roles I have watched her in. Jupiter would be her chart ruler and it’s in Virgo, co-present with Uranus+Pluto+Venus. Which would account for the dislike factor too. Uranus representing unexpected changes and Pluto energy being… Scorpio energy.

🔬Because Venus is at its fall and within 3 degrees of Lilith, I believe this accounts for why she’s so universally disliked. (Lilith probs, amirite?)

👢She’s tall at 5’10” and so are about 2/3rds of the others I bothered to Google while pulling up similar Ascendants+Moon. The others were quite short (Saturn influence or Jupiter was at its fall/anti-domicile) or also quite tall too. But then Jamie Lee Curtis has Saturn right on her Ascendant and she’s 5’7” but Jupiter in Scorpio has reception with Mars in Taurus so idfk. Terri Clark is 5’11” with Saturn retrograde close to ASC. Pink is 5’4”. Idk dude take that with a grain of salt, lol, but Jupiter ruled Ascendant would make someone taller using the basic rules of planets.

👃🏻Her nose looks to me like that of a Scorpio Moon🦂 and Pluto would be opposing her Moon within 15 degrees in this instance thus giving that effect.

🏴‍☠️Or perhaps she is a Scorpio Rising which would put the Leo stellium in her tenth place but I didn’t want to be obvious and take the easy way. Plus she just does not come off Leo-like to me at all, which perhaps would put it in the twelfth place thus making her a Virgo Rising. Which mercury would be the ruler and it’s in Leo again so 🤷🏻‍♀️no. Sag rising remains best logic.

🧸As a Sag rising, her tenth would be ruled by Mercury which is being maltreated. Her MC falls in her eleventh house ruled by Venus being maltreated in the same way. This would explain the controversial reputation.

🏆🏆However, Jupiter is copresent with Venus in her tenth in a day chart which helps explain the massive success— the woman won two Emmy awards for that role. I can imagine such placements playing out like that. (Hindsight is 20/20) she won in 2013 and 2014.

🔱 From ages 23-43, she was in a 20-year Gemini period which houses Lilith thus activating it. But remember the ruler is under the beams and thus has a hidden quality to it. Significations can be sort of hidden, kind of like the Marvin Gaye situation.

💀 I think Pallas near the angles or in angular houses can have a similar effect as Lilith. I wouldn’t be surprised to see those with Lilith aspects to major planets also having significant Pallas influence but that’s just a hypothesis.

🐳 She briefly played a love interest to Nate Fisher in Six Feet Under Season 4 (2003). Her character had really nice sheets but a not so nice personality.

🌵Also fun fact: she grew up in Santa Fe, New Mexico. Breaking Bad was set in Albuquerque, New Mexico.

🎬 I am seeing a pattern with actors that have had major roles they are known for like their legacy and their hometown/ancestry somehow being tied into that. Ex) Al Pacino in Scarface 🇮🇹, Chris Farley in Tommy Boy growing up in a Midwest town + son of a successful oil business man 🚗

[luzdaydreamer]

Event: Waking Reverie

Chapter 2, part 2

I imagined that Sylus, with his imposing height, would be awkward and compliant in this cramped pedal boat. Yet his long legs surprisingly allow him to steer the small boat with ease. Every time he pedals, the aggressive goose boat makes a resounding cackling sound.

Sylus: You were pedaling, humming, and taking photos when you first got on. Why have you gone silent now?

MC: Huff... You... Hey, your steps... Slow down...!

Sylus: Are you saying we should speed up?

Sylus slams his pedal all the way down and causes my pedal to spin three more times. I just lift my legs and let the pedals do their own thing.

MC: Sylus, you know, most geese take turns standing on one leg when they're resting. It lets them relax their leg muscles and beat fatigue, much easier than paddling with both legs non-stop... So much easier!

Sylus: But if we're not pedaling hard, how can we overtake the other boats and have fewer eyes on us? Do you know what sort of boat you're on?

MC: ...l see. This is definitely a pirate ship.

Sylus laughs loudly and tousles my hair.

Sylus: Taking photos with the castle's mascots isn't all that exciting. Let's do something more fun.

MC: But I told OTTO we'd get an amazing photo in the castle today. And we're running away instead... Isn't it a bit much?

Sylus gives the pedal another push. The goose boat, originally heading towards the island in the center of the lake, veers off and heads down another waterway.

Sylus: Funny. Going against the grain is kind of my thing. How's your phone's battery? Why not document my crimes with your camera?

He tips his pirate hat to the side and nonchalantly flips the wind-swept tassels back over his shoulder. Under the brim of his hat, his gaze playfully dances between provocation and temptation.

MC: I haven't heard a request as strange as yours before.

Sylus: You're going to say no, then?

MC: Hmph...

I pull out my phone and move closer to him. I hold it up.

MC: Let's hope this photo doesn't show up on Twinkle's wanted list.

As I press the shutter button, Sylus's hand suddenly sneaks around and pinches my other cheek. So, in the viewfinder, my face goes from an annoyed (｀_>´ ) to a startled (>_O).

MC: You and your surprises... Gotta stay on high alert whenever you're nearby.

Sylus: Do you think anyone in the N109 Zone is as laidback as you?

MC: We're at the amusement park. It's arguably the most pleasant, relaxing place on Earth.

Sylus: Ah yes, of course. It's all because of the amusement park.

Sylus's eyes sparkle with mirth as if they've peered into my soul.

MC: Ahem... Anyway, there are always some unexpected twist wherever we go.

Sylus: I'm not against there being a twist or two. After all, would it be any fun at all if I didn't get to see your surprised expression?

[everthewip]

Let's create a character with Tarot!

I just thought this would be fun, since I both love Tarot and love creating new character concepts! For this one I've pulled 9 cards, each to represent a different aspect of the character. Below the image I'll list each card, what it's for, and include basic keywords (upright & reverse) for the card.

I'm not too worried about being accurate with Tarot interpretation for this. I've chosen the words that I thought were most fitting.

Details below the cut.

Trigger warning for mentions of: Anxiety, depression, abuse, and related concepts.

1. The Hero: Nine of Swords

Depression, Fear, Anxiety

Right off the bat, the imagery of this card invokes feelings of isolation and emotional struggles. Perhaps our main character is someone who deals with a lot of inner turmoil. Maybe they are terribly depressed and/or are considered an outcast in their society. They might be lonely and keep to themselves, having few friends and allies to reach out to.

2. Hero's Dominant Outward Quality: Ten of Wands

Stress, Burden, Avoidance

The image of the card makes me think of someone who works very hard but does so alone, carrying the heavy weight without help. They are willing to endure the struggles they are given, even if it stresses them out and makes their inner struggles worse. Perhaps with avoidance, we can assume they avoid others or perhaps they try to avoid making their burdens heavier?

3. Hero's Dominant Inward Quality: Five of Wands

Conflict, Resistance, Avoidance, Self-Doubt

Again, this may be someone with countless inner, emotional struggles. They lack confidence, they feel they are worth little, they doubt their abilities and self. Perhaps they even avoid opportunities that could help them change these qualities. Sometimes when we're deep in depression, it feels impossible to pull ourselves up again.

4. Hero's Goal: Nine of Pentacles

Success, Reward, Luxury, Appreciation

There's something so peaceful about the imagery of this card. I feel this character's ultimate goal is to find that peace. To leave their burdens behind and be welcome into a life and/or society that can respect and appreciate them. They just want to be free, happy, and have all of their needs met

5. Motivation: Queen of Swords

Confidence, Cruel, Distant, Ambitious

For this, I'm imagining another character that may come into our MC's life and inspire them. This could be a literal Queen, depending on the setting, or just a very powerful person. A leader, perhaps, or a maternal/sister figure of some form. Whoever they are, they don't take anyone's shit. They are the complete opposite of our MC; they are who our MC wishes they could be.

6. The Stakes: The Well

Nature, Creativity, Endings, Destruction

This one left me a little iffy. Our main character likely wouldn't know the full stakes of their goal. To them they can either try to succeed in living a better life and finding joy and peace, or they can fail and remain in the dark mental and emotional place they're in. But as a writer & reader, the stakes can (and probably should) be much more and deeper than this. So for this one I will leave it vague and open to your own thoughts and ideas.

7. Flaw or Need: Death

Stagnant, Resistant, Change, Endings

We could take this literally and say that part of the MC's depression and internal turmoil comes from an excess of loss in their life. Or, and this is the direction I'm leaning, we could say the MC's biggest flaw is their inability to make necessary changes to achieve their goal. As I mentioned before, depression makes it incredibly difficult to DO anything at all, least of all take steps to improve. Our MC NEEDS to make those changes, needs to find a way to end this period of darkness in their life, but they are subconsciously resistant to change and risk remaining stagnant in their life.

8. Source of Flaw: King of Cups

Moodiness, Abuse, Dependency

As someone who deals with depression and anxiety and all of that, I know well that those issues can be intensified by other people. My gut is telling me that our MC may have or still be involved with someone who is manipulative and emotionally abusive. This could be a parent, a partner, a friend, a boss... it doesn't matter. Whoever they are, they hold power, and a big part of our MC's resistance to change comes from their dependency on this person.

9. Effect flaw has on reaching the goal: Nine of Cups

Unrealistic Expectations, Greed, Dissatisfaction, Having everything but something still feels missing

This is another one I think is best left open to various interpretations and ideas. My first instinct was that the MC's flaw causes them to settle or to end up in the same situation they've been in, only they THINK it's better. Or, they achieve what they wanted, but realize it's not what they really wanted at all. It doesn't fix anything. This could also be a journey that turns the MC into someone terrible. I don't see enough MC's who end up becoming the "bad guy".

Or, this could be a side character, or the antagonist.

Anyway, that was fun for me! Feel free to use any of this if you're in need of a new character!

[jenniferchaulam]

/this post is about a/b/o fic idea

will include (18+ tags, run kids, stay in school dont do drugs)

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-mentions of mpreg

-non con/rape

-abusive relationship

-forced pregnancy

-miscarriage

-abortion

-bleeding

-mentions of bdsm/torture

-self harm

-made up usage of medical drugs for dramatic effect. Please fact check yourself if you are pregnant.

-etc, will update post if anything comes up

No character in particular, so i'll just leave the names out.

MC works in X company with Friend#1 qnd Friend#2. They have not been hanging out as often since MC moved in with their SO. MC declines all invitations, and made excuses/promise to hang another time. MC is quirky, so their hand got stucked in a Pringle's jar.

MC walks home with their SO, mentioning that they declined all invites to hang out. SO nods in approval, while mentioning that he saw Friend#3 and Friend#4 doing shady things, and MC shouldn't hang out with them. MC is taken back at the statement but nods.

The moment they came home, SO slaps MC, telling MC to not have doubts if they want this relationship to last. MC reacts accordingly (I have imagine Wanderer from GI in this plot where he scoffs back, but gets a second slap, or Albedo, where he said "Understood" and backs down). SO quickly changed the subject to the whip marks on MC's back, and said that if MC's rut goes too far, then their back will be ruined just like their face currently, and tells them to "hold it together, I am the bread winner and wont have the time".

MC nods and prepares dinner. SO mentioned that their other alpha friends at the hospital(SO works as a doctor) is laughing at them at work since SO still don't have a child yet. And an omega's job is to bear children. MC says that they dont want children yet, and SO suprisingly nodded. Dinner goes well until MC finishes washing the dishes, when SO starts hugging MC from behind. MC enjoys it, but full of guilt. MC likes being cuddled, but MC knows if they indulge in this ...SO pulls down MC pants and hold MC tightly.

MC knows this will happen. MC struggles but knows its a fruitles endeavour. SO starts kissing MC, despite MC pushing away. Once SO is done they slapped MC for not complying, and said that SO needs to keep their face among co workers. SO saids that as long as MC's womb is empty they will fill it. And SO knows MC enjoys this.

MC did enjoy it last night. MC woke up feeling guilty that MC enjoyed it. MC felt guilty that MC didn't not push away harder. that they didnt say no! louder.

MC goes to work asking for abortion pills. When Friend#1 asked, MC only said that their rut is coming early/wants to reduce their period (plot dependant). Friend#1 gets worried and tries to investigate with #2,#3. Nothing comes up but one of them noticed the bruises.

Everyday for that week SO pulls MC down on their bed. One or two days, SO leaves MC alone, but starts f**king MC when they are asleep. MC wakes up naked and cries the next morning. MC wants to leave but homeless + have been avoiding friends.

Friends are not as close, but at work worried. They gave MC Pringles and MC pretends everything is fine (MC hates telling people stuff), and again MC's hand got stuck in Pringles jar. Friend #1 wants to find a new roommate and mentions it around the company, and MC wants to try out.

SO went passing by, and politely decline Friend#1's offer. And when walking home, SO found abortion pills.

Once home, SO quickly tie up MC and started whipping. Then SO injected anti abortion pills. For the next month MC either was fucked by SO after dinner or while MC was sleeping. Heat comes and MC had to quit work that day to satisfy the "bread winner".

SO wasn't being gentle about it, and MC hurts like hell after every night. But once SO starts inserting, MC dazed off like they have been drugged. SO knows, and doesn't mind being punched or kicked. Just needs to slowly satisfy this omega, and they will get what they need.

MC doesnt know how they should feel. They only feel guilt, and pain.

MC woke up that morning to find that SO left a pregnancy test on their table. MC took it to pee in. Positive. MC heart dropped at the info. SO walks MC to work, kiss them goodbye, and tell them that they will think of baby names.

MC starts to punch themself in the stomache in the workplace bathroom every time after SO left, hoping it will cause a miscarriage. Sometimes, MC punched so hard both their hand and stomach bleeds. MC pretends that they just have a weird poopie accident.

A few weeks after the positive test, MC starts finding themself having nasea/heartburn, and abruptly leaving for the bathroom.

Friend#1 found MC, bruised completely in the bathroom. Every time MC has nasea, MC will also go inside and starts punching their stomache.

Friend#1 decides to help MC. Also Friend#1 has a crush on MC.

Friend#1 be like: "Youre weak, let me help" +"Its not your fault, you dont need to do anything, just stay with me"

Friend#1 took a blood sample and send it to a paternity dna test for police evidence. Also asked #2,#3 for abortion options (none, because SO is a doctor there).

SO at home realized that MC is commiting self harm, only laughs and say that their body is too sturdy for that.

SO pulls MC down despite MC's refusal and starts tying MC naked as punishment.

MC starts eating less. If SO gives food, MC throws it while pretending to have nasea. And starts Drinking one can every lunch time in the bathrooms, without telling Friend#1 (or they worry) or SO.

Friend#1 ask Boss, explained the situation. Everyone in the company higher ups agreed to help(Company will need to be establish as small and indie). People legit started checking for evidence of SO being abusive.

Everyone still does their job perfectly and while none talks about it, everyone helps MC. Even brought Pringles. MC smiled and took one only. Only to realize MC' hand stopped getting stuck in the can.

"Holy shit how much weight have you lost"

Friend#1 asked if they could pull out more clothes, only to realize that MC has padded most areas of their body. Their face is covered with make up, and their back is full of whip marks. Their neck is covered with scent reduction pads but once taken out stinks of SO's smell.

Friend#1 asked if they can hug MC.

You have gone through so much.

Their lively pringles friend turned into a feather with a slightly swelled stomach.

Friend#1 took MC to the police, explained the situation. Police thinks they're being dramatic.

MC starts crying on the car.

Friend#1 tells MC about their plan of taking them out of town + sabotage SO's reputation.

MC agrees and starts packing important things , but left everything else behind.

MC realized all of a sudden that they're bleeding beneath. And their back hurts. And their stomach cramps so hard they can't walk.

With no other option, #1 took them to the only hospital in town

Its a miscarriage.

MC is glad, but is in serious pain. They look around and ask if the doctors dont tell SO. Doctors agree to MC's wishes, and make sure it is classified.

SO knows for some forsaken reason, and tells MC when "they get home, just remember what I told you". SO pulls out a fast miscarriage pill. SO stuffed it violently into MC. MC starts bleeding with so many gross stuff coming out. Also it cramped their back and chest."Your womb is going empty again". After three hours, SO cleans the stuff up. SO "knows that it takes 2 weeks for a miscarriage to heal, but he loves convienient inventions. Helps a lot you know." MC barely stood up to clean themself when SO starts pulling out his pants and tries to insert into MC again. "Ah, you know how much I hate to start over" he whispers. SO took an instant pregnant pill, and stir it into the miscarriage blood. "This will help to get back on your feet in an instant".

SO drops MC at work, smiled and content. The moment they left, MC quickly told Friend#1 what happened.

MC's stomach looked swelled again. MC felt heart burn, and starts throwing up. MC feels like their body isnt theirs.

"Disgusting person." friend#1 cursed at SO

MC can barely walk to their desk. Friend#1 ask Friend#2/3/4 if they can find out how SO knows. And here are the evidence of MC's bruises and scars. And this is evidence MC was pregnant with SO's child

Friend#1 ask if they can take MC far away. MC says that all their stuff is hidden in the work desk.

Friend#1 took MC away. MC is reminded that Friend#1 was their crush before SO comes. MC confess to Friend#1 that SO satisfy MC's needs, and Friend#1 says dont worry i have a massive cock. MC laughs for the first time in a while.

Friend2 found that one of the doctors was harassed, and was made to be SO's informant. Friend3 snuck into MC's house (MC gave the keys) and took a whip with blood as evidence. Their house is a mess, but they snatch 300k dollars labeled "emergency money" with MC's handwritting. Plus MC's photobook.

SO is reported to the police. Police found illegal sex drugs in SO's house and blood stream.

Friend#1 took MC to abort. Doctors are shocked that MC has traces off illegal sex pills, and reports to local police about MC's SO. Abortion was a success, but since they used illegal pills, must take a few days for MC's body to completely dispel all the stuff out.

Cue cute Friend#1 and MC bonding. Please its been so long since anything good happened