#japanese people's mysterious age range

[sedlex]

[mrskokushibo]

Wrong?

Muzan x fem!reader x Yoriichi

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, dub con, threesome, watching corn, very NSFW, 18+. Modern AU. 7k words.

Summary: Your boyfriend Muzan is a star, and you love being his girl. But the man has needs that you have been neglecting for a while. Tonight will start a chain of events that will have you asking yourself if sex and love in a relationship truly should be inseparable?

A/N: I loved creating this storyline. This is a request from a friend. The only thing she asked for was Muzan's girlfriend falling for Yoriichi. It's one of my favourite stories to write - I got to spread my creative wings.

Masterlist

The club was full tonight, hosting the release party for a new book by one of the most prominent writers in the city. The venue was an old factory building, stylishly renovated with a mixture of white rendered walls, exposed brick, and steel structure, decorated with an eclectic and carefully curated selection of furniture ranging from sleek Scandinavian design armchairs to rococo sofas and chandeliers.

A place that quickly became a favourite with the cultural circles of the city. It was also the home of a popular nightclub on the weekends as well as the venue of choice for a society hosting slightly, well, different types of events, namely invitation-only orgies, that your boyfriend and subsequently yourself were always invited to, but had to decline due to your unwillingness to participate in anything like that.

Tonight’s event was the kind you gladly accompanied him to. As always on such occasions, your boyfriend Muzan Kibutsuji was one of the guests of honour. He was a young star writer, specialising in dark horror and fantasy, having sold over a million copies of his first novel at the tender age of twenty-three. Now, five years later and with another few million books sold, he was among the literary elites. He also had a background in acting, although there was a veil of mystery as to what type of movies, he was in.

You too were a writer and the two of you met at a seminar hosted by your favourite Japanese superstar novelist. Well, you would be lying to yourself if you thought you actually were a professional writer, more of an aspiring writer, really. Your studies and work took up most of your time, so the only writing you did was manga and anime fanfiction. Yes, you felt very inadequate at these parties, but you quickly adjusted to assuming the role of the supportive and devoted girlfriend of the literary star.

And tonight, was no different. You wore a brand new, figure-hugging little black dress and high-heeled thigh-high leather boots. Simple, but sexy. For the last half hour, you were standing idly sipping your champagne, while Muzan was involved in a heated debate with some older, seemingly unimpressed author and his artist friends. You were a little tipsy and were hugging Muzans arm all the while he was busy talking.

He was such a hottie, you thought, you saw the envious looks on the faces of his female colleagues every time he brought you with him to any event. Yes, you could consider yourself lucky. His looks were striking, as he was essentially an albino, meaning his eyes were red and his hair white and wavy, but he always coloured it black. The monochromatic colour combination together with his masculine yet defined and delicate features gave him an exotic and almost out-of-earthly aura. His muscular arms were covered with intricate black gothic tattoos (he had tattoos in other, more intimate places too) and he sported a tongue piercing. His style was a bit steampunk blended with hard rock, he looked good in suits and ripped jeans alike. And he stood almost six feet tall.

The boredom of just standing around was slowly leaving room for thoughts other than literature, you were getting a little horny, to be completely honest with yourself. You were into your third glass of champagne and were slightly tipsy, the ambient rhythmic music, warm dimmed lighting, and the buzz of people talking were putting you into a pleasant lull, making your senses pliable and receptive to new impressions.

Out of nowhere, you started to imagine what it would be like when an orgy is hosted here… the throaty moans and high-pitched squealing of female pleasure mixed with the deep raspy grunts of the men, loud screams of people climaxing and the wet, squelching pounding of flesh against flesh. You could picture naked bodies, bodies in provocative lingerie, illuminated and glossy in the warm light of the chandeliers. It is almost as if you now suddenly were curious about it…

And that is when you noticed him. That other man. He was standing in the middle of the room deep in a conversation with a group of young people. His appearance stood out in the crowd, he was very tall, probably well over six feet, maybe six feet three, with an athletic build. His hair was long and black, tied in a ponytail with cascades of shorter bangs framing his face. Red highlights illuminated his layered hair. He was dressed in tight black jeans and an equally tight black t-shirt, and was wearing long earrings with what looked like the rising sun. There was a strange red mark on his left temple, a birthmark maybe? You could not help it, but you found yourself staring at his bulging biceps every time he lifted his beer to his lips. You were amused with how boredom brought out such primitive instincts in you. You were interrupted by Muzan who nudged you gently,

‘Would you like another drink?’ 

‘Yes, please’ you replied.

He walked away to the bar while texting someone and smirking. He came back with drinks only to find a new group of colleagues taking his attention. So… you proceeded with your little dirty pastime. Suddenly, the man looked in your direction, a dark maroon gaze piercing straight through you. You froze, and at the same time, a familiar heat was starting to spread in your belly. Wetness was pooling between your legs and you were thanking yourself for wearing panties tonight.

He looked away again, but then his gaze was constantly seeking yours for the rest of the evening. When it was time for you and Muzan to leave, while walking past the group with the gorgeous object of your attention, he suddenly looked you up and down and gave you the most lust-filled gaze you could imagine. You were so stunned you kept on staring at him, your head turning back in his direction while you were leaving the room.

The ride home proceeded in awkward silence; you have never seen Muzan in such a strange mood. When you entered the penthouse, you slouched on the sofa and closed your eyes. You were a little tired from all the impressions, especially that specific one… You opened your eyes feeling the presence of your boyfriend. He was standing in front of you holding handcuffs. ‘Move to the armchair’ he commanded in a deep, raspy whisper, the way he almost hissed the words sent a chill down your spine. ‘What now?’ you thought puzzled.

‘I saw what you were doing all night. You were staring at that man like a shameless slut.’

His words were true, you were indeed staring, but so what, this came from the man who suggested attending orgies in the past.

Perplexed, you retaliated: ‘Am I not allowed to look at people anymore?’

‘Oh, my love, you were not just looking, you were eye-fucking him. Do you think I cannot tell the difference?’

You swallowed and obediently moved to the armchair.

He placed your arms on the rests and slowly cuffed each of them to the furniture. Then he picked up the remote and turned on the projector. What was instantaneously visualized on the screen went straight to your sex. It was a close-up of a man and a woman fucking, with loud, obscene moans serving as the soundtrack. The camera started slowly to move away from the copulating pair and the back of the male came into full view, intricate tattoos spreading over his back like a veil of black lace and long, wavy white hair snaking down his neck and shoulders while his hips were rhythmically moving back and forth to slam his dick into the woman. When the camera moved to show the front of him your heart nearly stopped, the red pupils staring intently at the woman he was railing, that face…. It was Muzan. So that was the acting career he was so mysterious about.

In the meantime, Muzan was in the kitchen part of the open-plan living space, texting someone. You were both completely silent while the sounds of sex were filling the space. A few moments later and a pair of now completely soaking wet panties, the doorbell rang. Muzan walked over to open it. His face was adorned with a mischievous smile as he glanced your way. What happened next was something you did not expect and that started an unstoppable chain of events.

The person Muzan let in the apartment was a woman, a petite blond with hair all the way down to her round ass, dressed in a sleeveless skin-tight latex dress, that showed off her large (most presumably) fake silicone breasts. A real little sex kitten. Muzan led her to the sofa and sat down spreading his legs so that she could kneel between them.

He parted her pouting pink lips with his index finger and slid it deep into her mouth while she released a throaty moan, he then pulled the finger out stroking her bottom lip, only to pump the finger back into her mouth even deeper this time while rotating it. His other hand slid down her dress off her breasts and started slowly caressing them, making her moan even harder. He was pinching her nipples, making her perfect little body arch in pleasure, and looking even hotter. All the while her small manicured hands were stroking his crotch and after her back arched from overstimulation, she unzipped his pants and gently pulled out his now fully erect, hard cock. She was stroking it gently and licking the sensitive tip.

Eventually, she sank her head down on the full length, stretching her shiny, pink lips, gagging a little, and continuing to bob her head up and down on his thick length. His dick was large, so that most of the time she was only getting half of it in her mouth with the rest of the shaft treated to a pumping motion by her delicate hands. He threw his head back; you could tell he was close. Her moans were getting louder too and a few moments later he grabbed her by her ponytail and the back of her head and shoved her down into his groin while bucking his hips upwards. The woman gagged heavily, the sound wet and sloppy. He climaxed.

Once he was finished, he let her head go and she slowly pulled away, gasping for air, with spit and cum connecting her mouth to his penis. She looked him in the eye with a submissive almost grateful look. He was still stroking her breasts, while she was licking up all the cum from her lips and sucking his cock clean. And then, just like that she adjusted her clothes, got up, threw him a little kiss, and walked out of the apartment. The porno on the screen was playing all the while this was happening adding to the already surreal and loaded atmosphere.

You were too stunned to even think, let alone say anything. ‘What the fuck did you just witness?’

Without a word Muzan got up from the sofa and walked up to you, his dick still hanging out of his pants. He knelt in front of you and put his hands on your soft thighs, slowly kneading them up towards your crotch. His hands were getting closer and closer to your wet lips and finally they reached your soaked g-string. Muzan started rubbing you through the wet fabric with two fingers.

‘Fuck you are wet. Such a whore you are, getting wet from watching other people fuck. You are a dirty little kitten, aren’t you?’

You were too ashamed to answer, ashamed that something so wrong and apparently hurtful aroused you. You should have been turning your head away, yelling at him, crying even. But all you did was watch… and get wet.

‘You see, my love, when people get jealous, they sometimes stop thinking, they do stupid things. Do you think, what I did was stupid? Hm? But, you know, I got jealous, very jealous. And when you have been such a prude with me for so long, never wanting to do the things I thought we should do and then go drooling after other men, what do you think I should have done?’ His voice was raspy and menacing, but also filled with lust.

Muzan’s fingers were now slowly spreading your labia and rubbing up and down between your slick-soaked folds. You were so wet, his actions created small squelching sounds. He added another finger and slowly worked his way into your dripping pussy, crooking a finger and pumping in with small circular movements that made your muscles clench around him. He then spread your labia and moved in to lick you between your legs. His was giving you long and slow, gentle licks all the way on the very inside of your labia, you could feel the metal of his tongue piercing leaving a streak of extra pressure and thus enhanced sensation on the thin strips of flesh it was touching.

Gradually, he started to increase the force with which he was working his tongue on you. Wherever the piercing pressed on your sensitive flesh, it was exerting extra pressure on your nerves. When he finally reached your clitoris and started circling around it and occasionally skilfully flicking his tongue so that the piercing would hit the sensitive nub, your thighs were sent into convulsions of pleasure. You were starting to edge, your climax so close yet his actions not decisive enough to grant you release. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably, while he was flicking his tongue over your clit while all the while pumping his fingers into your pussy. You were so close; you were drooling and tears started to form in your eyes.

‘Muzan, please let me come, I’m so close’ you were moaning and squealing and when you thought he was increasing his pace, he suddenly pulled away and started uncuffing you.

‘Go down on all four for me doll.’

 You did what he asked you to, as you were so greedy to come. You now had the porno in full view in front of you and there he was on the screen fucking two women now, one riding his face and the other his dick. Watching that made you so fucking aroused. It was wrong, but you could not help reacting to it in the way you did. You felt like an animal, driven only by instinct at this point.

Without a word, he spread your ass cheeks and aligned his hard tip at your entrance, and soon his thick girth was pumping in and out of your pussy, wet, sloppy, indecent sounds of the two of you fucking on top of the vulgar sounds coming from the porno were filling the otherwise so elegant and relaxing space of your shared apartment. He was thrusting so hard that with every move you were being sent forwards with so much force that eventually your whole upper body was flat on the soft rug with him pressing down your back with his hand. He increased the pressure, supporting himself almost fully on you, and leaned down to whisper in your ear.

‘I will now come inside you my little whore, I will breed you, because you are my very own whore, I bet you would like to carry my little brat, would you?’

With that he increased the pace and strength of his thrusts, you were clenching around him, desperate to come. His hips and lower abdomen were now pressed flush to your round soft ass and you could eventually feel his lower abs contract indicating his release. His orgasm must have been a big one as he growled while pushing himself in you and releasing a huge load of cum into your fluttering insides.

‘Fuck you were good, kitten. I will sleep so well now.’

He pulled out, stood up and grabbed the remote to turn off the movie, and left for the bathroom. You were left high and dry, or so you thought anyway…

When you entered the bedroom Muzan was seated in the chair lounge next to the lit fireplace and opposite of your shared bed, fully dressed sipping on a glass of single malt whisky. The flame was making his eyes look almost devilish.

‘Here you are. I think you do deserve to come after all, we do not want you to lose sleep, do we?’

There was something so menacing in his voice, something that was hitting all the submissive notes in your entire being.

‘Undress for me, doll’

Without hesitation, you started to take your clothes off.

‘All of it, now!’ He commanded.

You did as you were told.

‘Now. Lay down on the bed so I can see between your legs. Play with yourself for me, make yourself come.’

There was nothing else to do, but to obey and you already felt like you were in a trance, as if nothing of this was real. You laid down and started to flick your nipple and got your imagination ready, and the fantasy that was helping you get off involved the tall man from the party, your only invisible act of defiance against your boyfriend. You imagined him seated on a sofa at the party, with everyone watching while you came up to him and straddled him shamelessly. What followed made you move your hand down between your legs and masturbate. Your fingers were doing their skilled and experienced work and very soon you came. Your orgasm was intense, with waves of pleasure causing your body to arch and convulse, you released a small scream and when the waves of pleasure finally flowed away, you were just lying there, limp with soaking wet fingers and pussy. You licked your fingers dry and closed your eyes.

A harsh yank to your chin shook you out of your bliss. You opened your eyes and the only thing in your line of sight was Muzan’s cock.

‘Open your mouth for me now, sweetheart’

The gentle words were in such stark contrast to what he was about to do because as soon as you opened your mouth, he grabbed you by your neck and shoved himself fully into your mouth, making you gag. He stayed like this for a few seconds, savouring how deep inside your throat his dick was seated, and rotated his hips a little. Then he slowly pulled out, only to slam himself into you again, and again and again, until you were a gagging, drooling mess with tears and mascara running down your cheeks. He pulled out, drool connecting your mouth to his dick, and lifted your head up by yanking you up at your ponytail.

‘I think this is a good look for you, isn’t it, doll? My submissive little kitten, so sweet and obedient. ‘

He shoved himself in you again and this time kept on going until you could feel his muscles spasm and the warm, salty liquid filled your mouth and throat. He pumped into you a few extra times before pulling out. You swallowed most of the cum, but there was still some left on his cock.

‘Clean me up.’

You licked his dick clean and he lifted your head by the chin, so very gently now.

‘Hm, we will both sleep well after this, won’t we?’

And he placed the gentlest of kisses on your lips and went into the bathroom to clean himself up. You followed suit, but you knew you would most likely not sleep all too well, still trying to come to terms with what he has done in front of you with that woman, as well as trying to grasp how in the hell was it your fault. Was he really the jealous type?

The following day began with Muzan getting up and making you both coffees. He behaved as if last night did not happen, something that confused and infuriated you even more. Since it was your day off, you decided to head over to the gym to clear your head and hopefully figure out your next move. Both you and Muzan frequented the same gym in the neighbourhood, the gym was large, but with a relaxed atmosphere. There was also a martial arts dojo in conjunction with it that Muzan went to occasionally, but you never showed any interest in.

As soon as you entered the gym, you nearly froze in your steps. There, next to the reception desk was the man from the party, chatting casually with one of the personal trainers. You stalling in your movement caught his attention and he looked straight at you and waved. As if hypnotised you started slowly walking toward him and finally stopped in front of the man. He was so tall, you had to tilt your head up to look at his face.

‘Hi,’ you blurted out.

‘I didn’t know you went to this gym?’

You kept on rambling as if the two of you were already introduced. He looked at you with slight amusement.

‘Yes, I do, and I believe I saw you at the party last night, yes?’

‘Yes.’ You nodded like the idiot you were. For every minute feeling more and more awkward.

‘Well, I guess we should have a proper introduction then. My name is Yoriichi’. He stretched out his hand.

‘Y/n’ you said with overdriven courage as you placed your hand in his large one for a courteous handshake.

‘Excuse me, boss, can you please sign this?’ the two of you were interrupted by an employee of the gym coming up to Yoriichi with some papers. You looked at him and asked surprised.

‘Oh, you work here?’

‘Yes, actually I kind of happen to own the place’ he answered shyly, scratching his head and blushing a little.

While he was busy flipping through the pages you could not help yourself but eye him off discretely and what you saw was waking up the most basic instincts in you. He was wearing cotton tracksuit pants and a singlet in a thin functional material, that showed off his huge toned arms. The outline of his pecs and abs were visible through the thin fabric, you also noted he had powerful, strong thighs, as the fabric of the track pants was stretched at the thickest part of his thigh muscles. You could not help to throw a glance at his shapely glutes and strong hips. When you thought about it, he really had the appearance of some ancient warrior, a samurai maybe. You swallowed quietly, an action he caught you in the middle of.

‘Well, I am done here. I will be taking the rest of the afternoon off today, so I guess I will see you around sometime?’ He spoke.

You just could not let him disappear like this. You gathered your courage and asked

‘Would you have time for a quick coffee then? I changed my mind and will work out later today.’

He studied you for a moment and answered.

‘Why not, actually? I do have the whole day to myself. There is a good café nearby’

You nodded and the two of you started walking out of the gym, him courteously opening the door for you. Luckily, the café really was nearby. You were enjoying your coffee and the casual conversation, but when your fingers met when reaching out for napkins, the two of you went silent almost simultaneously. The truth was that all through the friendly, harmless exchange you were imagining fucking Yoriichi, riding his cock, and touching him in a way that was anything but just friendly. The look in his maroon eyes was starting to reveal something more as well now.

And maybe he could pick up on your feelings because the tension between the two of you was becoming palpable. You were soaking wet between your legs and your breathing was becoming heavy, your arousal was powerful: the contraction of the muscles of your vagina started to feel more and more like a rope being tightly twisted into a knot, and this sensation was now spreading up to your cervix making your insides feel like they were on fire.

He sucked in his lips before finally speaking up.

‘You know, I live just around the corner if you would like to have … some lunch with me.’

As if in a trance you answered

‘Yes, I would like that’

But you already knew what you really would like and sensed that this was something he would like as well…

As soon as you stepped into the elevator, he came closer to you and kissed your lips. Very lightly at first, but as soon as he felt you reciprocate the action, he drew you closer to him and the kiss became deeper, with tongues swirling deep in each other’s mouths. He was holding his hips away from yours for now, most likely due to an increasing hard-on, he was a gentleman after all, and did not want to impose that soon.

His hands were caressing your back and your body started tingling in pleasure. He was so big, you felt cradled and sheltered, and his warm smell was like a feast for your senses. The elevator reached his floor and he led you into his apartment. It was a bright and beautiful space, cradled in light from the large windows, decorated in oriental, presumably Japanese fashion, with tatamis, low large futon like sofas, beautiful prints of Sakura trees and diverse martial arts weaponry adorning the walls.

He closed the door behind him and swiftly had you up against the nearest wall. He lifted you by your buttocks and you wrapped your legs around his hips. All the while you were entangled in a passionate kiss. He lifted you up and started walking toward the bedroom. When he sat you down on the bed, you began to remove each other’s clothes. His body was even more magnificent naked, and the cock looked… huge. Almost uncomfortably huge.

Yoriichi started crawling on the bed and on top of you, his large body towering over you and making you gasp. His warmth, his smell, it was all so close to you and all you wanted was to drown in him, let him devour you and fuck you senseless. He lowered his hips so they were flush with yours between your legs and started rubbing your wet folds and clit. You were moaning in pleasure. With the other hand, he started massaging your breasts and playing with your hard nipples. You were arching your body and moaning shamelessly.

‘Please fuck me, I want to feel you inside me.’

He did not hesitate to fulfill your plea. Aligning the tip of his cock with the entrance to your sopping-wet pussy, he started to enter you.

He was big, almost too big for your small body to take. Slowly and steadily, he was prying his way into you. Every nerve in your core was pulsing, welcoming this new intruder with increasing wetness and spasming muscles. Your pussy was clenching on him so hard that he was quietly groaning while pushing on into you. He finally bottomed out and lifted himself off you slightly to meet your gaze. His gorgeous maroon eyes now clouded in pleasure, he said softly,

‘I will start moving now, do you feel ready?’

Did you ever… ‘Of course,’ was all you could say in a weak voice.

Slowly, at a languid pace, he began to rhythmically pump into you, his hips hitting yours every time he was bottoming out. You have never been this stretched out in your life, his girthy, long cock literally moulding your velvet walls to its shape, hitting your cervix with every slow pump. You were starting to edge, with the sensitive spots deep inside you being stimulated nearly constantly now. He kept on going like this for a while making your eyes roll to the back of your head and drool running down the side of your mouth.

‘Yoriichi, can you go a little faster? I am about to come’ you moaned out to him, as you could not control yourself any longer. The knot inside you running all the way from your opening to the tip of your cervix, was about to burst.

He picked up the pace and soon enough you were slowly dissolving into your climax, your whole body shaking and spasming from the intense pleasure you were gifted. You were so wet now, your cum seeping down your thighs onto Yoriichi. He shuffled himself up slightly and put you in a mating press. His cock was even deeper inside you, he started chasing his own release. His pace increased and soon it was ruthless and fast, abusing your cervix and every overstimulated spot deep inside you. You could feel his heavy balls slam into you with every powerful thrust. The man had the stamina of a god and went on in this unforgiving tempo for quite a while.

Gradually, his thrusts were getting sloppy and when he finally came, filling you up with his warm semen, he bottomed out deep inside you, his hips pushing you up toward the headrest of the bed and staying like this for a couple of seconds. He then pumped into you a few times, following the movement of his spasming abdomen muscles. When he stopped, he sank his head, still hovering over you supported on stretched-out straight arms. Sweat was running down his chest. He slowly rolled over on his back, taking you with him in an embrace that placed you laying down straight on top of him.

And that is when you noticed a presence in the room. You turned your head around towards the doorway and to your shock and surprise you saw your boyfriend stand there, leaning on the door frame with arms crossed and head tilted backwards in a brattish manner. His hair was out and cascading down his shoulder in black ringlets.

‘I hope I am not interrupting. Do you mind if I join in?’ He asked with a smirk. You instantly wondered how long he was there watching you and Yoriichi fucking.

‘Please do, unless y/n has some objections?’ Yoriichi said and tilted your head up to look at him. ‘Are you ok with this, y/n? ‘

‘I guess I don’t mind’ You did not really know what to say, your sex seemingly dictating your choices for you since last night.

‘Good, this will be fun.’ Muzan said and started to get undressed.

In the meantime, Yoriichi moved to his side and let you down on the soft mattress, so that you were on your side facing him. With an already erect dick bobbing in front of him, Muzan walked over to where you and Yoriichi were and crawled into bed to lie down behind you. He kissed and licked your neck, you could feel the metal of the piercing dragging on your soft skin, and grabbed one of your breasts, squeezing it gently, eliciting a quiet moan from your lips. He then leaned into your ear and with a deep, soft whisper asked:

‘How did you like him, doll? Was he big enough for you?’

He kept on kissing your neck and dragging the pierced tongue along it and massaging your body with his hand while pressing his erect cock in your soft ass. Yoriichi at the very same time started kissing your mouth and rubbing your breasts.

You did not think it was at this stage possible to get more aroused, but you did. Your pussy was aching so badly now, all you wanted was for the men to give it to you. Rough, fast however they wished to fuck you. You wanted to feel full, the craving growing for every minute making your insides burn with need. The sensation of both these attractive men being so close to you, their hands touching every part of your body, was making you feral, totally wild with anticipation. Seeing and feeling the athletic, tall, and big Yoriichi, with his smooth and glossy skin and your exotic-looking, tattoo-covered and pierced boyfriend so close to your own body was a sensation that was driving you crazy. It was almost as you were a goddess worshipped at the altar of lust.

‘How do you think we should proceed?’ Muzan asked Yoriichi in a playful tone.

‘Hmm, where we are is good, no offense, but I am the bigger one here, so I think it is best if you go in the backway’ Yoriichi answered.

Muzan sighed and smirked. ‘Good point, do you happen to have lube around here?’ Yoriichi stretched an arm behind him to reach under the bed and pulled out a bottle of anal lube.

‘You dirty fuck, this looks like you have been having some fun’ Muzan noted as the bottle was only half full.’ Yoriichi did not answer to that but his smile said it all.

While Yoriichi was working on your pussy and breasts, Muzan poured a fair bit of lube on your opening and started to massage your puckering hole. Slowly and gently, the sensation was so different from anything you ever experience before, but so delicious at the same time. He slowly pushed in a finger and was circling it gently. A second finger came in and he was scissoring them inside you. Yoriichi was now lining himself up to enter you again. His hard tip rubbing between your folds as Muzan added another finger and was whispering sweet, honey-glazed words in your ears in order to get you relaxed.

‘Be a good kitten for me now, such a gorgeous little obedient doll, I will spread that tight little ass for you and you will beg me for more’

The sweetness in his voice was almost demeaning. He kept on pumping his fingers in you, but you just could not relax.

‘Baby, I can’t do it. Not today. Can we do something else?’

Muzan pulled out his fingers out of you and nodded at Yoriichi

‘Well, doll, in such case you will have to take that huge dick of his down your throat, because I want to be in one of your holes, no matter what.’

You shifted to all four and Yoriichi knelt in front of you offering you his cock. You started licking the leaking tip and pumping the shaft with your small hand, barely getting a proper grip. In the meantime, Muzan positioned himself behind you and all of a sudden slammed his dick into you. This propelled you forward and you almost speared yourself on Yoriichi’s cock, swallowing nearly the entire length. He groaned from the sensation and you gagged heavily. Once the two of you adjusted positions so that you could comfortably work on his dick, Muzan started moving his hips into you again. You worked with the rhythm he was setting as there was no use trying to stay still and resisting his movement from pushing you forward. Every time his hips slammed into you, you sank your mouth over Yoriichi’s cock and you continued like this for a good while.

Your mouth and throat were stretched almost to the brink of discomfort from the huge girth and length. The pleasure you felt from Muzan repeatedly hitting your g-spot was making you moan louder and louder and your moans were sending vibrations through Yoriichi’s dick making it twitch and grow.

‘I’m going to come soon’ he groaned.

He pulled out of you, gave his cock a few pumps and unloaded the content of his balls in your face, warm cum spraying into your open mouth and down your chin and throat. Neither you nor Muzan were far off from your orgasms either. It took a few more fast thrusts from him to make your knot burst and you reaching your release. And a few more thrusts later and Muzan was spraying his cum into your still fluttering walls. The amount of pleasure you experience this afternoon was overwhelming and you collapsed exhausted, but utterly satisfied on the mattress.

Yoriichi got up and came back with a few towels. He helped you clean up your face and handed a towel to Muzan who then cleaned you and yourself up. Yoriichi was the first one to go to the bathroom and have a shower and after him, it was Muzan’s turn. Once the two men were decent again, Yoriichi informed you that they would prepare lunch so that you would have some time to yourself to recover and relax. You spent half an hour in the bedroom and went out to them, still in a complete state of confusion.

‘Hi there. I hope you are hungry.’ Yoriichi said.

‘I seem to have cooked too much pasta, but hey, we need the energy’ he grinned broadly. ‘By the way, I think you owe your lovely girlfriend an explanation’ he said turning to Muzan.

‘Yes, you are right. It is about time to clarify the situation. Sorry to have confused you and sorry for the bit with Amber, I might have gone a bit too far there. You know when I got up to get the drinks at the party? I noticed that you were eyeing off Yoriichi for a while, and out of the blue, and boredom, I came up with a wicked little plan. Something to shake you up and make you more, adventurous. I really wanted to get you out of your shell. So, I texted him quickly what I had in mind and off we went. I am storyteller, after all.’

You turned to Yoriichi, slightly disappointed

‘So… you were not really attracted to me, hey? It was just a game?’

Yoriichi responded ‘Oh no, not at all. Muzan showed me picturess of you many times before and I must say I was envious of him being with someone so smart, kind, and attractive. So, when he suggested this, the idea went straight to my dick.’

Muzan now continued: ‘Amber, that girl, by the way, is a porn actress and married to a friend of mine. They own an adult movie production company together and I have known them both for a while. But back to the story. As I said, I wanted you to see that there is so much more to life than being a prude, that sex is one of the most indulgent pleasures gifted upon mankind and not immersing ourselves fully in that gift is, well, a sin in my eyes.'

'I do believe that deep emotional love, a connection of souls runs deeper than any physical connection ever can. We are all animals and sex is dirty and amazing at the same time, the ultimate tool to express love, yes, but love can exist without it if you know what I mean. I will love you forever, for all eternity. I believe we are soulmates and we are connected and will always be drawn to each other in every world we are born into. Even if we never have sex again, I want you to be mine and mine only. When you want kids and a house with a white picket fence or whatever dream you may have, we will do it, of course. But for now, while we still are young let us indulge in what this carnal world has to offer. I want you to lose all restraints, and fulfill all your desires. When I saw you looking at our glorious friend here, I knew that if that is what you are into, I will make sure you get what you desire.’

When Muzan finally went quiet, it was Yoriichi’s turn to speak and he suddenly went serious.

‘I have known Muzan for a long time, but our friendship blossomed after my wife died. He was there for me all the way through my lowest. And believe me, it was an epic low. She was pregnant with what was to be our first child when she died in a car crash. Some drunken asshole drove into her car on the highway. My beloved wife and I started the gym and later the martial arts dojo together. These were our passions and I will never love anyone like I loved her ever again. All I have left is the gym and dojo and they are like babies to me. I am no monk and need sex, a lot of it, but only for recreation.’

All the time Yoriichi was speaking, Muzan held his arm around your back, his embrace tightening when Yoriichi mentioned the tragic story of his marriage.

‘Well, enough of the seriousness. Let us eat’ Yoriichi interrupted himself now.

You could not help to notice, that he was not the best of cooks, the pasta was slightly overcooked and the sauce too salty, but it was a sweet gesture of him to cook for his friends and by the way you were starving after everything that was happening for the past twenty-four hours. The wine he served with lunch was on the other hand fantastic and after a couple of glasses, the warm, fuzzy feeling of slowly getting tipsy was putting you in a relaxed state.

Looking at the two amazing men, you now started to understand what your boyfriend was talking about and wanted for you all the way. The normal scenario would involve you having to choose one of them, there would be drama, heart-brake and the euphoria of new love would eventually dim by the negative effects of it all. Thanks to Muzan’s approach, however, you never needed to choose now. The love the two of you shared was just as he described, transcending space and time. But the basic, carnal desire you felt for Yoriichi was also real. Being able to have it all, and more… was indeed the best you could ever wish for. Assured in this new discovery, you closed your eyes and let yourself daydream now finally receptive to visualise desires without any more restraints…

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[offshore-brinicle]

Little personal Limbus theory that I've been working on for some time is that the Limbus Sinners' inciting indicents that led them down the path of joining the company, being the moment when their wish was born, all happened at the same time 3 years before the current story.

Thanks to some old leaks where people managed to dig up three of the Sinners' unobstructed profiles, we know Yi Sang and Sinclair's official ages are 29 and 20 respectively. Remove 3 years from that:

Yi Sang would have been 26, which is the age the narrator of The Wings claims to be, after leaving his wife behind once and for all and pressumably commiting suicide by jumping off the rooftop of a department store. 26 is the real Yi Sang's age at the time of his death as well, after his tuberculosis worsened imprisioned by the Japanese forces, so this means most likely he's left N Corp behind 3 years prior, avoiding such a fate, be it either death by his own hands in despair or torment at the hands of Hermann since she seems to threaten him with torture.

Sinclair on the other hand would have been 17 which aligns with him still being in high school when the incident with Kromer happened and also mentions in his observation log for Kromer that she has grown slightly taller since the last time they met, however what was of him and how he had survived for so long taking in count he woke up in the Backstreets after his family's murder is still a mystery.

Now recently, not only the Pequod crew speculate that they have been trapped inside The Whale for 3 years, but we get direct confirmation that Limbus!Heathcliff is from the Wuthering Heights timeskip thanks to his Queequeg ID.

The first one is pretty self-explenatory, they say it themselves, though it's dubious how true this is since they have no way of tell the passage of time inside the whale and even the woman who says this sounds somewhat unsure, and Pip who was a young child in Ishmael's memory still looks the same when we see him again in the present and it's difficult to say if this is a side effect of the Pallidfication. (on the other hand I am impressed at the growth rate of Ishmael's hair for being only 3 years)

On the other hand, Heathcliff's Queequeg ID mentions the event that led him to run away from Wuthering Heights in the original novel; he overhears Catherine saying to Nelly that marrying him would be "a disgrace to her", so driven by his anger and heartbreak he ran away, making his own fortune elsewhere so that he would return to the state seeking vengeance and to become someone who Catherine would be willing to marry. This had been implied before through his general behavior and his mugshot showing him still shabby and bruised as well as his N Corp story, but this leaves no room for questioning.

All of this means that if we go by the book, at least 3 years have passed since he left Wuthering Heights and Canto VI which is next and dedicated to him would correspond with Heathcliff's return to Wuthering Heights both in Limbus' story and in the book, meaning Catherine is most likely still alive, yet Heathcliff as a Sinner in Limbus Company is a far cry from the newly powerful version of Heatchliff that returns to the state in the book, so it's likely things will play out not quite the same.

Faust's line in the Walpurgisnacht cutscene says that the standard extraction timeline range is limited to 3 years between the past and future.

In this cutscene she also says that the extractions are powered by possibility itself, and the IDs that become available are also influenced by the Sinners' experiences at the company and how they come to reconsider themselves and each other, that's how for example we get N Corp. Sinclair and Spicebush Yi Sang after being faced with Kromer digging at Sinclair and telling him about the world where they work together, and then Yi Sang being so strongly affected internally by Dongbaek's death and ultimate fate, which would be the most intense story-focused examples so far, and if we eventually get a Captain Ahab ID for Ishmael, they had already established she was down the path of becoming another Ahab, and she herself did not realize this until they met again.

If all of the Sinners' great choices that led them down the path they are currently all happened 3 years ago and the initial extraction range is 3 years, it would make sense, since these would be the moments that weight on their mind most strongly, though there's also the case of Outis who has been on her own journey for at least 10 years going by the original Odyssey and how long ago The Smoke War was, same case for Gregor who's specific motives for joining are still unknown.

[thesilliestrovingalive]

Updated: November 25, 2024

Reworked Character #4: Fio Germi

POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING: Viewer discretion is advised due to references to death, alcoholism, and SA.

Real name: Fiolina Hortensia Germi

Alias: Teatime in the Battlefield

Occupation: Master Sergeant of the S.P.A.R.R.O.W.S. and the lead medical technician of the Regular Army’s special forces

Retirement plans: Become a sports doctor and astrophysicist, open up a bakery, and start a family

Special skills: Chiropractic and massage therapy, knowledge in military medicine, housework, acupuncture, and astronomy

Hobbies: All types of sewing (hand sewing, machine sewing, embroidery, and quilting), ballroom dancing, giving her friends massages, cooking delicious meals and enjoying it on a picnic outside, and frequenting petting zoos, nature reserves, and art and outer space museums

Likes: Peppino, being in Tarma’s arms, the beauty of nature, baking cakes and other sweet treats, and reading books on stories centred around the stars and constellations

Dislikes: Scolding hot and freezing cold baths, people cheating at card games, the time she had to wear orthodontic braces, insects and creepy crawlies, and sneezing on the battlefield

Favourite food: Homemade sandwiches and gelato

Favourite drink: Ice tea (preferably Queen Mary)

Sexuality: Heteroromantic demisexual

Gender: Female

Age: 15 (in 2022), 21 (in 2028), 23 (in 2030), 25 (in 2032), 27 (in 2034), 34 (in 2041), 36 (in 2043), 37 (in 2044), and 40 (in 2047)

Blood type: O+

Weight: 145 lbs. (66 kg)

Design: She’s a 5’ 2” (157.48 cm) Italian mesomorph with sloping shoulders, upper arms that carry some of her weight, a bit of belly fat, voluptuous breasts and hips, and prominent thighs. She has olive skin, droopy blue-grey eyes, and brownish freckles scattered across her face and neck. Fio has straight, slightly messy orangish-brown hair that falls just above the middle of her upper back, framed by blunt bangs and chin-length, layered sides. However, she typically wears it tied up in a ponytail. Her fingernails are painted an English lavender hue, and she wears thick, winged dark brown eyeliner, a soft rosy red blush on her cheeks and nose, and cherry blossom pink lip gloss. As a result of battle injuries and her own clumsiness, she bears a bullet wound near the centre of her left calf and numerous cut marks, stab scars, and scrapes on her arms and legs.

Her military gear consists of polarised, silver-plated transition lens eyeglasses, a metal dog tag necklace with her name, and a cordovan Eisenhower jacket. She wears a pink lavender T-shirt with a dogwood rose stripe running along the front and a carmine bra underneath. She wears carmine gloves and a gold-buckled leather belt to secure her ebony army cargo shorts, which fall just above her knees. She also wears ebony paratrooper boots, dogwood rose knee and elbow pads, and over-the-calf bittersweet shimmer socks. She has a khaki waist pack attached to the back of her belt, which carries her nail polish, lip gloss, eyeliner, two makeup brushes (a large one and a small one), a makeup sponge, and a powder blush palette. She wears a leather sheath for her hatchet, a gun holster for her handgun, and a holder for her tonfa.

The pockets of Fio's Eisenhower jacket carry around an embroidered cockade of Italy pin and a Ventolin inhaler. It carries a wooden calico Japanese Bobtail maneki-neko figurine, which is a gift from Eri. The figurine wears a metallic green collar with a red stripe and a gilt-brass bell. Its right arm is raised, and its left paw holds a koban coin. It also carries a metallic green mystery watch with a transparent crystal dial that showcases black hands in the centre of a crimson inverted triangle, accented by a ruddy blue dot. Shimmering saffron-yellow Roman numerals, ranging from I to XII, are positioned around the dial, separated by three dots each. The pockets of her army cargo shorts carry a canister of pepper spray, a bottle of azithromycin pills, and a bottle of specialised prescription supplements specifically designed to manage her cystic fibrosis.

Over her T-shirt, she dons a Soldier Plate Carrier System (SPCS) with a MultiCam pattern, which carries her walkie-talkie and ammo for other firearms. Her black ammunition bandolier is slung over her right shoulder, and the back of her Eisenhower jacket features an embroidered S.P.A.R.R.O.W.S. logo. Fio carries an ebony load-bearing backpack containing camping equipment, fire bombs, stones, portable ammo boxes, a canteen full of water, and a picnic basket filled with prepared sandwiches. She also carries her latest sewing project and its accompanying supplies, a Hexagon Arms M-3685, a cat o' nine tails whip, medical supplies, a scientific telescope, and Peppino, her greyish-brown teddy bear with purple eyes and a pearlescent blue bowtie.

She always wears a pair of teardrop-shaped pink opal earrings and a gold chain necklace featuring a red coral cornicello amulet, believed to ward off bad luck and bring good fortune. She wears a khaki army cap, once worn by her father during his military service, with the Regular Army insignia emblazoned on the front. Additionally, she wears a rosy pink armband on her left arm, featuring an European bee-eater perched on an olive branch at its centre.

Character summary: She's initially reserved and timid around strangers but warms up and opens up once she becomes familiar with new people. She's a compassionate, considerate, and overly cautious listener who's really good with children and lends everyone a generous helping hand. She's sensitive and unafraid to show her true emotions, often engaging in introspective thought. She possesses a steadfast commitment to justice, having no tolerance for individuals who seek to stir up strife, and is slow to forgive those who inflict harm on others for their own selfish purposes. Despite her quiet and calm demeanour, she's surprisingly prone to stress and anxiety, particularly when confronted with obnoxious noises, unwanted physical contact or situations where she can't escape. Even though she's a seasoned warrior, she harbours an intense fear of insects and creepy crawlies, often resorting to hiding behind Tarma, Marco or Eri and insisting they handle the situation. On occasion, she displays an almost childlike naivety and exuberance, typically after completing a mission or while off duty.

She's a very friendly and gentle clean freak who'll do anything to help out her family, friends, comrades, and those in need. She prepares all her meals with love and dedication, considering others' likes and dislikes, hoping they'll enjoy what she's made. When talking to others, she often uses lively hand gestures and animated facial expressions to emphasise certain ideas. She gets easily flustered by compliments and flirtatious advances, blushing deeply and becoming nearly speechless. She's a somewhat superstitious person, believing in things like placing one's hat on a bed being a sign of bad luck for homeowners and spilling salt being a harbinger of financial troubles. She's a nature-loving girl who's incredibly clever and always thinks optimistically. She's a great strategist who excels in keep-away tactics. However, she often pushes people away due to fear and isn't the most skilled fighter, but can fight when necessary.

Whenever she's faced with the death of a child, a comrade or friend being severely injured, being touched inappropriately or being rudely insulted, her face darkens. She becomes cold-hearted and deadly serious, and her tactical prowess shines through most. She's quite curious around strangers, nervously trailing them and asking a few questions to get to know them. Despite cherishing the importance of friendship, she sometimes feels isolated by her exceptional intelligence, privileged upbringing, and cystic fibrosis. She values maintaining a healthy work-life balance and prioritising her time with loved ones, holding both in higher regard than success. She believes that living in or exploring beautiful places helps her become a better person by gaining a deeper appreciation of the world around her.

She originally harboured romantic feelings for Marco, but they dissipated after he disclosed that he isn't interested in romantic and sexual relationships. Her affections eventually shifted to Tarma, whom she found charming due to his silliness, emotional intelligence, Hokkaido dialect, the soothing sound of his voice, pleasant smile, and knack for building professional motorcycles. She finds immense comfort in Tarma's presence and often offers him solace when he's having a rough day or struggling with self-doubt.

After her romantic relationship with him fully blossoms, she forms an exceptionally close physical and emotional bond with him. However, her tendency to become overly attached manifests at times, especially when feelings of fear or loneliness arise. Despite being in a romantic relationship with Tarma, she maintains a non-possessive attitude, unconcerned if he flirts or sleeps with other women and men, considering it his personal freedom. However, she does prefer openness and honesty, ensuring that he communicates with her about his actions. She sometimes gets into debates with Tarma about what they should or shouldn't do, but she usually remains polite and calm, focusing on finding a solution that benefits both of them rather than worrying about negative consequences. After a debate, she often apologises to Tarma and follows up with a hug.

She eventually enters into a polyamorous queerplatonic relationship with Marco and Tarma, which she deeply cherishes and further satisfies her craving for emotional intimacy. She's displeased when Nadia takes advantage of her kindness to avoid responsibilities. However, she appreciates Nadia's help with dessert-making, although Fio often has to bribe her by offering something equally sweet or letting her have the largest share of a batch to persuade her to lend a hand. She's frustrated by Eri's overprotectiveness, especially when it comes to Tarma, as it reminds her of her father's behaviour and makes her feel like she's being treated like a child. She finds Red Eye to be an incredibly intimidating person, despite their relatively friendly relationship, which occasionally involves sharing a cup of tea together.

When she's reached her limit, feels threatened or needs to express her authentic feelings about something that gets under her skin, she's capable of standing up for herself and making her voice heard. She rarely swears, but when someone's pushed her too far, she'll unleash a stern reprimand, peppered with profanities in Italian. She's unconcerned by Marco's and others' opinions that carrying Peppino is childish because the teddy bear provides her with personal comfort and solace, particularly when she's anxious or sad. Ever since meeting Ralf, who encouraged her to try new things, she has mustered the courage to pursue thrilling experiences and enjoy them to the fullest, even if they carry some risk.

She's not fond of drinking alcohol due to its bitter taste and intoxicating effects, which make her feel nauseous and slightly nervous. However, on rare occasions, she’ll let loose and indulge in alcohol with her friends, especially after a challenging mission. When intoxicated, she starts to act playful, flirtatious and sexually teasing towards Tarma, obnoxiously loud, agitated, and bluntly honest.

She harbours private reservations about the Regular Army's methods, particularly when it comes to neutralising perceived threats, including journalists and enemy-affiliated personnel. She acknowledges that not everyone in these groups is malicious, but rather, many are innocent individuals caught in complex circumstances. Moreover, she struggles with the nagging feeling that those closest to her have been conditioned to uncritically accept the Regular Army's moral stance, never questioning its motivations or ethics. However, she's deeply afraid to express these thoughts aloud, fearing deadly repercussions and unwilling to risk stirring up trouble or jeopardising the relationships she values. She often pushes these thoughts aside by focusing on becoming a better fighter and drawing inspiration from high-ranking individuals like Marco and Clark, whom she greatly admires.

She has a tendency to fall asleep extremely quickly at bedtime or naptime, and her loud snoring can be disruptive to others who are trying to rest or focus on important tasks in the same room. She would be heartbroken if Peppino were lost, destroyed or stolen forever, as the teddy bear has been her constant companion since birth. However, she would be overjoyed to be reunited with the original Peppino or receive a new teddy bear that's an exact replica. During warmer weather, she has a habit of lifting up her T-shirt to cool herself off, but tries to be discreet about it.

She believes that war serves no purpose other than destruction, resulting from conflicts that escalate beyond the control of free will. In her view, war profoundly alters the moral fabric of society, accelerating the advancement of weaponry and technology used in conflict. As a firm believer in virtue ethics, she thinks morality is about becoming the kind of person we truly want to be. To become a better person, people must cultivate values like honesty, bravery, justice, and generosity, leading to a morally righteous life and self-improvement. By practicing fundamental moral values, people develop the ability to make tough choices when faced with ethical dilemmas, learning to trust their instincts, listen to their conscience, and stand firm in their convictions. She holds that life is more powerful than death, continually finding innovative ways to adapt and flourish.

Backstory: Fiolina Hortensia Germi was born on October 2, 2007 in Genoa, Italy. The Germi family is renowned for their vast wealth, military service, and philanthropic endeavours. Originally merchants and nobles, they amassed their fortune in the Mediterranean region during the Age of Exploration and have since maintained their wealth, now managing various corporations and philanthropic organisations. True to their militaristic heritage, the Germis have participated in numerous conflicts, including the Napoleonic Wars of the 1800s, the Italian Unification Wars of the 19th century, and modern-day wars against terrorism worldwide. Sadly, many Germi warriors lost their lives, leading to an important family custom where the chosen heir of the Germi family must serve in the military.

Alessandro Germi, Fio's father, was a fearsome soldier in the Regular Army in his earlier years, serving alongside Fabriclus Roving. However, he was forced to leave military service after being severely injured during a shootout, which left him crippled and suffering from debilitating post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). His body bore the scars of countless battles, a testament to the wounds he had endured and the bloodshed he had witnessed on the front lines. After returning to civilian life and receiving proper support, Alessandro successfully restored his family's struggling business. He also started a family with his beloved wife, Giulietta, a talented seamstress and manager of a luxurious art museum.

Alessandro's wish was to have a healthy son as he feared that sending a daughter onto the battlefield would be a perilous ordeal. To his surprise and dismay, Giulietta gave birth to a daughter, and due to health complications, she couldn't bear any more children. Fio's mother would also experience postpartum depression after childbirth and passed down a disease that runs deep within her heritage: cystic fibrosis. Alessandro's deep-seated fears for Fio's safety often led him to become overly protective, causing tension with Giulietta, who found his helicopter parenting suffocating.

Despite her parents' mental health struggles, they went above and beyond to care for her, providing unwavering love and support. For half of her elementary school years, she was homeschooled and her parents taught her a diverse range of subjects, including mathematics. They encouraged Fio’s appreciation for friendships, the outdoors, and the finer things in life. They even fostered her love of astronomy, gifting her a scientific telescope on her 10th birthday, which she still has to this day.

Giulietta often took her on enriching outings to nature reserves and art museums, where she learned about biology and art history. Her mother also taught her the importance of domestic duties, showing her how to do her chores and clean the house. On special occasions, her mother would dress her up in pretty dresses and give her adorable animal plushies, which she still keeps.

She was bullied and exploited by the other children because of her wealthy status and overt politeness, but her father and teachers consistently intervened. As she grew, she discovered her own voice, learning to assert herself with courage and conviction. Standing up to her bullies with firm yet gentle confidence, she effectively silenced their taunts and earned respect. Like Marco, Fio excelled in all her classes, demonstrating exceptional academic prowess and a deep appreciation for effort and lifelong learning.

However, her life took a devastating turn near the end of her secondary school days. A sudden and tragic terrorist airstrike, attributed to the Ptolemaic Army, struck Genoa, Italy, claiming Giulietta among its many victims. Her father was the most affected by this loss, turning to a life of alcoholism and self-isolation. Although Alessandro still cared about Fio and tried his best to support her, his alcoholism and newfound self-isolating behaviour made it challenging for him to do so. As a result, the butler and maids who worked in the mansion frequently took care of her.

It took time for Fio and Alessandro to heal from this loss, but they remained resilient. To cope with the loss of her mother, she turned to sewing, baking, and reading books on ancient and modern medical practices. Eventually, Alessandro sought help and went to rehab and therapy to address his issues with Fio's support and encouragement. After graduation, Fio was awarded multiple awards and scholarships, which enabled her to attend university. There, she pursued an interdisciplinary course of study, exploring chiropractics, acupuncture, physics, and astronomy.

Fio would eventually express her interest in joining the military after coming across a persuasive flyer to serve in the Regular Army. This revelation horrified Alessandro, as he didn't want to send his only child off to the battlefield, risking her life. He wanted to disregard the Germi's military traditions, believing that war is repugnant and a never-ending cycle of hate and violence. Alessandro tried to deter Fio from joining, but she persisted, driven by her desire to join the fight against terrorism and protect the lives of innocent people. He reluctantly agreed and sent her off to the military at the age of 19, but attempted to minimise her risk by using his connections and friends from his own military days to secure her a desk job, hoping to keep her out of harm's way and away from the front lines.

However, everything changed when a paperwork mistake caused by militant bureaucracy resulted in Fio's transfer to the S.P.A.R.R.O.W.S., a special operations branch of the Regular Army's Intelligence Agency known for carrying out high-risk missions. Surprisingly, Fio was ecstatic to hear the news as she had been eager to be deployed on the battlefield and make a real difference. In contrast, her father was furious and stormed into military headquarters, threatening officers in an attempt to prevent his daughter from being shipped to the front lines.

He would often try to extract Fio from the battlefield via a private jet, but she consistently resisted. Eventually, she had enough of his overprotectiveness and bravely told him that this was what she wanted—to fight on the battlefield and provide medical aid. She assured him that she was capable of handling herself. Alessandro finally understood and let her pursue her life as a military woman. In return, she promised to keep in touch with him after each mission, providing him with reassurance and comfort.

Like Eri, she played a crucial role in the Great Morden War by providing Marco's team with useful intel on Rebel Army positions. She even went so far as to provide them with sustenance, mainly in the form of homemade sandwiches. She also dedicated herself to providing medical support for Marco's team, which led to her being recognized as the lead medical technician of the Regular Army’s special forces.

During the Extraterrestrial Alliance Clash in Hong Kong, she was seized by a ruthless group of fanatic land troops and bikers who intended to exploit her for their twisted desires. One of the deranged fanatic land troops subjected her to unwanted physical contact, leaving her severely traumatised and more prone to anxiety. This horrific experience intensified her resentment towards the Rebel Army and those who seek to spread chaos and harm. Fortunately, Tarma intervened just in time, eliminating the Rebel Infantrymen with the SV-001. Eri quickly freed her from the ropes that bound her arms and ankles.

Her countless battles against worldwide criminality, terrorism, and corruption enabled her to rapidly rise through the ranks, becoming the Master Sergeant of the S.P.A.R.R.O.W.S. special forces unit. However, her time in the military has taught her a harsh reality: even the good guys can't always protect the innocent or save their friends and comrades. She has witnessed many deaths and severe injuries that left people crippled and traumatised in each battle. Nevertheless, with the emotional support of friends like Eri and Tarma, she has persevered and continues fighting to this day.

[elina-sakura]

💜🔎Yuma Kokohead Headcanons🔍💜

His casual aesthetic outside of his detective uniform are academia and goth (mainly pastel goth)

His favorite colors are indigo and lavender, but he likes any colors that are night palette

He loves to play retro games (since they’re the only ones he can afford with his own budget)

He enjoys detective novels alongside any mysteries and thrillers

He likes to research on the supernaturals and mythology since he learned about Shinigami and the Book of Death

His sexuality is pan arospec Orchidsexual (is fine to be in a queerplatonic relationship)

He has an interest in chalk art and watercolor, and draws as like a coping mechanism from all the anxieties and trauma he went through

His age range is young adult and would be 19-21 (age will change depending on the fics I make)

He is confirmed to be a Gemini

He is the most vulnerable of the group when it comes to the rain, ranging from sluggish to a full-on fever if he does not take the right equipment or slow down once in a while

He has a number of journals he uses for doodling, investigation, poetry writing, and venting (that last part had to be suggested by the NDA)

He has an anxiety disorder

He likes to wear fuzzy socks when asleep or when he’s off-duty

He’s not good at cooking, but he is good at baking (or at least making the food look appealing)

He may be good at making sweets though

He likes to have sweets when on break or relaxing, but when on-duty or stress, he prefers some bitterness like Black Coffee

Now for Game Spoilers, but only check it out until you played the entire game!!

You cannot tell me Yuma doesn’t have “gifted kid syndrome!” The fact he became the leader of the WDO, a highly privileged detective organization, so young with so much regulations on him must have really did a number on him even if he handled it well

His first name really is Yuma, but he had to forgo it when he became “Number One.” Now he goes by Yuma Kagutsuchi after Makoto Kagutsuchi

Because yes, I like to believe Yuma sees Makoto as his ‘brother,’ or at least family since they come from the same DNA, so he takes after his surname so people (and especially Makoto) would know they are family

After the Restricted Area traverse, Yuma now hates any zombie media out there (especially zombie films), it just triggers him too much

He likes to affectionately call Makoto “Mako,” which means sincerity in Japanese, so their first name is of the same length

Before Yuma got his memories back, he actually has acted unconsciously similar to his former self, like being poetically jaded or having a bit of “gifted kid syndrome”

He has managed to have his anxiety under control as Number One, but in his amnesiac state and when he gets his memories back, it begins to surface more

He likes to do poetic inner monologue during cases in order to calm his anxiety; it even remained when he had amnesia

He has a key charm necklace that matches Shinigami’s aesthetic to hold onto some form of remembrance of her, even if he doesn’t remember her

He is canonically a cat lover

Yuma actually believed he was aromantic for the longest time, but once he starts developing relationships with others he decides to consider himself arospec

He has various scars from his time as a survivor of a war, a WDO detective, and being Number One (some on the back and the front torso) and a gun wound from one of his shoulders

He (and Makoto to an extent) are bad at cooking because they were never taught how and never bothered to learn for themselves since they are always on the move and working

[pastel-charm-14]

+*:ꔫ:*﹤the history of hello kitty﹥*:ꔫ:*+ﾟ

hello kitty made her debut in 1974, created by japanese designer yuko shimizu for the sanrio company. she was originally conceived as a simple, kawaii character on a small vinyl coin purse.

however, her popularity skyrocketed in the 1980s with the introduction of a wide range of merchandise, including plush toys, stationery, clothing, and accessories. her cute, minimalist design and universal appeal captured the hearts of people around the world.

over the years, hello kitty has evolved into a cultural phenomenon, with her image adorning everything from airplanes and theme parks to cafes and even a maternity hospital in taiwan.

despite being depicted as a little girl with a bow on her ear, hello kitty's creators have deliberately kept her age and species a mystery, allowing fans to project their own interpretations onto her character.

today, hello kitty continues to enchant fans of all ages with her timeless charm and innocence. she serves as a symbol of friendship, kindness, and happiness, spreading smiles wherever she goes.

[sophisticatedpjparty]

I don't think I've ever properly explained my magical girl manga concept here before, so to catch everyone up:

This is the basic summary of what I'm currently calling

Action-Magic Art Club!!

Basically, a handful of artists all over a city in Japan are mysteriously given powers based on their art styles and mediums. These powers are contained within little vials or pendants containing different art mediums (paints, craft materials, charcoal, pastels, whatever), which grant their users their abilities and are activated when the vial is opened.

The series will follow 4 girls who help the other artists who've been given powers gain better control of their abilities and stop magic-related disasters, while also leading up to a mystery surrounding disappearances in the city they're protecting.. Oh, and cute slice of life shenanigans too.

These are the 4 main characters who are granted these abilities; Shizue, Kagami, Naoki, and Ishi. Each have their own unique powers and styles!

(Pictured are their casual/everyday outfits, I'll be posting full refs including their magical girl transformations soon!)

Shizue is a 19 year old trans girl who lives in the city with her younger sister, Kagami. She's a hobbyist artist who makes surrealist paintings with watercolors, and after finding her vial, gains the power to manipulate large amounts of paint into different shapes and states. She tends to be quiet and reserved, and often struggles with strong feelings of anxiety in her day-to-day life. However, despite the challenges she faces, she's very hardworking and responsible, especially after becoming Kagami's primary caretaker at an early age. No matter what comes her way, she does her best to be kind and understanding to the people around her.

Her other interests include gaming, cosplay, and anime.

Kagami, on the other hand, is incredibly energetic, outgoing, and most of all intense in everything she does. She's a 16 year old high school student who likes to draw and write action manga in her free time. Upon finding her vial, she gains the ability to summon short-range magical weapons made of ink. She's very determined and nearly unstoppable when she sets her mind to something, but can sometimes a bit reckless and hot-headed. She's strong, passionate, and would do anything to protect the people she cares about.

Her other interests include alternative music, poetry, & athletics.

Naoki is a 20-year-old Japanese-American immigrant who lives with her girlfriend, Ishi. She's fun, carefree, and does her best to keep the people around her in high spirits. She's a freelance artist that specializes in nature paintings, and when she discovers her vial, becomes able to instantly create plants out of acrylic paint. Although sometimes impulsive, she's optimistic, loving, and always strives to be compassionate.

Her other hobbies include cooking, hiking, swimming, & photography.

Ishi is a 21-year-old storyboard artist for an animation studio. Level-headed, mature, critical, and always honest, she can sometimes come off as cold or blunt, but underneath her stern exterior she feels a deep care and concern for others that guides her above all else. When she finds her vial, she develops the power to create nearly unbreakable structures out of charcoal. Between her work at the studio and her life as a magical girl, she often finds herself overworked and stressed, but no matter what, she'll always make time for her friends when they need her.

In her small amounts of spare time, she enjoys reading, interior design, and TV dramas. (But secretly, she's also a massive nerd who loves fantasy rpgs and loud music to release all the pent up stress in her mind)

Some backstory/dynamic ramblings:

As a couple, Ishi and Naoki tend to bring out the best in eachother, as while Ishi helps bring Naoki down to earth and offers a more realistic approach to Naoki's endless optimism, Naoki helps Ishi to loosen up and recognize when she's been pushing herself too hard, and when it's time to take a break. They care for eachother in their own ways and balance eachother's perspectives in a healthy way.

They met online when they were much younger, when Naoki resided in the US. Their relationship was already strong, but one day after turning 18, Naoki decided to collect her savings and fly overseas to stay in Japan, due to unfortunate circumstances in her home and family life. She had planned to stay with extended family that agreed to take her in, but upon arriving, found an empty house, and the discovery that that they hadn't been seen since the morning before. Ishi offered her a place to stay instead, and they've lived together ever since. Naoki never forgot the kindness and compassion Ishi showed her that day at a time when she was stricken with grief and needed support more than ever; and does her best to pay it forward every day.

As sisters, Shizue and Kagami both care about eachother, but often clash with eachother due to their polar opposite temperaments and outlooks. Shortly before the series begins (roughly a year), their parents disappeared under unknown circumstances, and Shizue as a very young adult was made to step in and act as Kagami's caretaker during investigation. They've both dealt with the loss in their own ways and in some ways it's created a rift between them, but at the end of the day Shizue wants nothing more than for Kagami to be safe and happy, and even though she'd never say it, Kagami secretly looks up to her older sister and appreciates everything she does for her.

I'm not sure when I'll start releasing actual pages as I've still got quite a few things to work out in the story, but I'm excited to write more and I hope you all enjoy it, however it ends up looking when I'm ready to share it with you. ♡

Feel free to ask any questions or share any thoughts you have! I'm happy to talk about it anytime ☆

[needcurse]

»»        * 𝐼CHIHARA 𝒴ŪKO    ஐ🪽 . . .      people are always more likely to do something once it has been forbidden. and after they have crossed that line, there is no telling what else they are capable of doing to get what it is they want. the things that a person wishes for often reveal more of them than they like.

         ▍   note:   yūko is an incredibly op muse but also her curse makes it so even if she is aware of the future she is not allowed to directly interact or change an outcome. her knowledge is her biggest asset and also what haunts her most. she will know things about your muse without being told, i will use my discretion with this ability but it is important to keep in mind.

» DOSSIER.

full name: ichihara yūko ( 壱原 侑子 ) true name: agehana (揚花) titles: the dimension witch, the space-time witch, the far-east witch age: unknown ( appears to be in her 30s ) birthplace: unknown current residence: tokyo, japan gender: cis female ( she / her ) sexuality: bisexual ethnicity: mixed japanese/han-chinese/manchu-descent birthday: unknown occupation: shop keeper, granter of wishes languages: limitless… most spoken are: japanese, mandarin, cantonese, korean, mongolian, and rarely english

» APPEARANCE.

hair: endlessly long inky black, tapers off at the bottom of her calves eyes: switch between a warm gold and wine red depending on the day height: 5'9" / 175 cm body type: slender and elongated limbs, yūko is tall but also incredibly curvaceous, she has an hourglass figure and the personality to match it behaviors: prone to drinking heavily and smoking without end, she can be seen doing both in tandem more often than not, she lounges about often and finds no greater pleasure than eating and gossiping, she has a temperament that can change at the drop of hat: ranging from direly serious to completely ridiculous and child-like from one moment to the next.

» ASSOCIATED MOTIFS.

the swallow-tailed butterflies, peacocks, wolves, chrysanthemums, spider lilies, lotus flowers, the crescent moon, curling smoke tendrils, the wheel of fortune arcana

» HISTORY.

       yūko is the owner of a mysterious shop in tokyo. she is a dealer in wishes as she will grant the sincere wish of anyone who is willing to make an appropriate sacrifice in return; the price is always equivalent to the weight of the wish, no more, no less. a sorceress of immense power thus she is one of the few people with the ability to send people to multiple worlds, such that she has been aptly named the dimension witch. yūko herself possesses knowledge across multiple timelines and can traverse through time and worlds though she tends to keep to her own corner of the universe.

       despite her immense power the witch is an eccentric wine aunt to her core. yūko is often seen as a cryptic deeply puzzling figure within the confines of her canon, she speaks in a manner akin to riddle and also comes off as a person with little care other than indulging in her vices. underneath her enigmatic persona is a deeply sorrowful woman with a loneliness with no cure. many years ago she was cursed with immortality by her former lover. in her last moments he wished for her life to continue on and since then she has been frozen in time.

       currently her role is that of maintaining the cosmic balance of the universe. all the while she trains... and tortures her apprentice watanuki and sends him on mystical errands to held test the limits of his skills. she is a guardian to cursed objects, a collector of memories, a keeper of worlds. her work is that of tending to a multiversal garden; to steer fate but not directly oppose it.

» ABILITIES.

wish-granting: all of yūko's customers must pay a price in order to grant their wishes, which can be no more or no less than the one demanded, or else harm will come one's way. she is not one to tell her customers the most direct way to solve their problems because in the end, it can only be solved with that person's own realization and resolution to change themselves. often if the person lacks the sincere determination to change themselves, a karmic disaster that cannot be stopped will inevitably befall them.

dimensional travel: most relevant to canon is how she can send other people through time at her own behest. yūko herself can traverse through other dimensions, parallel or otherwise, and often does so in order to obtain materials related to her shop or fulfill the wishes of others across the multiverse

time travel: similar to her ability to transport herself to other dimensions yūko is also able to travel through time although on a daily basis she uses this ability to help channel her precognitive abilities. it should also be noted that she does not perceive all the timelines, all the time, all at once. rather she can channel specific moments when needed though it is possible for her to perceive multiple universes at the same time it is an ability that requires more focus than she can afford daily.

divination: for yūko this is more of a tool to help her hone in on her space-time skillset. it aides her focus and narrows her view point across the multiverse to access very specific information about very specific people. scrying is her preferred method of divining but she is capable of accessing information through other channels as well.

emotional perception: required for wish-granting, yūko knows the desires of anyone she comes across inherently. desires function as unfulfilled wishes or wishes that have not yet been realized therefore yūko is able parse out what lies in the depths others peoples hearts without having to be explicitly told.

telepathy: a conditional skill that has only been shown to work on those who have made deals with yūko. this isn't an ability she employs often and to be honest it is usually used to get a quick laugh out of her by scaring whoever's mind she manages to worm her way into.

» VERSES.

i'll come back and edit this once i have more detailed verses written out ! but or now a good rule of thumb for crossover interactions is the fact that yūko's shop can exist ANYWHERE in many different contexts and serving and infinite amount of functions. the shop is like it's owner a chamleon entity changing it's shape and name to suite it's environment

[alovelyburn]

So there’s this Japanese fan on twitter who has been posting a lot of excerpts from interviews with Miura and such.  This is the reason for my post the other day about feeling increasingly correct the more I read Miura quotes, but at the time it was all just  in Japanese so I didn’t really get into it. But now they’re posting translations and so I feel a little more like talking about what they were posting, some of which was just chef’s kiss.

-About Griffith, he said that he was trying to create a character who gives a different impression depending on who’s around him or who is reading - if Griffith is giving off a definite impression then he’s not Griffith anymore. Even if Griffith is strategizing, Miura wanted it to be unclear whether he was carefully plotting or moving on instinct. He wanted Griffith to be kind of a void that way (where its impossible to know what exactly his deal is and he’s mysterious). He said if he had to put it into words he wanted to establish a childlike mysterious character ( here )

-He said that originally Griffith was supposed to be the confident and indomitable one and Guts was supposed to be the insecure one, but as time went on facets emerged and Griffith became a person who desires certainty (as opposed to one who is genuinely certain). ( here )

-He says that it’s Griffith is a professional’s professional as far as affecting people’s hearts, so it’s unusual for him to “fall” in personal relationships, but Guts is the exception to this and he portrayed it (brought it to catharsis) by making Griffith do the most unGriffithlike foolish things. ( here )

-He says that Guts will probably end up becoming like Griffith because Griffith is the one who gives him the sustenance to live. ( here )

edit: to be clear, he does specify the Guts of NOW, he’s not talking about Griffith shaping him during the Golden Age.

-He designs characters with the thought of what they will bring out in Guts. He goes on to say that Grififth brings out Guts’ “impatience (in the sense of being anxious to do something), will to fight and loneliness,” Puck brings out his humor and crushes his seriousness and Casca brings out guilt, frustration and pity (this is prior to her mental healing). ( here )

This is the Twitter  - a lot of the quotes are from a 30 page interview with Miura in a research journal. but some of it is from stuff that’s been translated previously either by fans or in official publications like the guidebook.

Anyway it’s all hilarious to me because I spent a whole day going through the twitter and just kind of wildly gesticulating and screaming, “I KNEW IT” internally. Its also pretty funny in light of the “how does Japan see Griffith” discussion from last week because if you scroll around you’ll see

-the twitter’s owner suggest that Berserk won’t have a revengey ending and will involve a reconciliation -them retweeting someone who says griffith is disgusting and selfish -and someone suggesting Berserk will end with Griffith ascending to the throne of God.

IT’S JUST FUNNY RIGHT like this is what I mean about there being a much wider range of reactions and expectations vs what goes on in the west which is basically “he did a bad thing hes bad and evil and it has to end by butchering him violently.”

(TBH I was kind of reluctant to post about it because western fandom is so rude sometimes, but I don’t know how many of the rage monster types read my tumblr tbh, like why.)

[sanri0c0re]

The History of Miss Hello Kitty

hello kitty made her debut in 1974, created by japanese designer yuko shimizu for the sanrio company. she was originally conceived as a simple, kawaii character on a small vinyl coin purse.

however, her popularity skyrocketed in the 1980s with the introduction of a wide range of merchandise, including plush toys, stationery, clothing, and accessories. her cute, minimalist design and universal appeal captured the hearts of people around the world.

over the years, hello kitty has evolved into a cultural phenomenon, with her image adorning everything from airplanes and theme parks to cafes and even a maternity hospital in taiwan.

despite being depicted as a little girl with a bow on her ear, hello kitty's creators have deliberately kept her age and species a mystery, allowing fans to project their own interpretations onto her character.

today, hello kitty continues to enchant fans of all ages with her timeless charm and innocence. she serves as a symbol of friendship, kindness, and happiness, spreading smiles wherever she goes.

[jcmarchi]

Creature Feature – Capturing The Curious Story Of Palworld

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Creature Feature – Capturing The Curious Story Of Palworld

Three words come to mind when looking at Palworld: Pokémon, absurdity, and ambition.

Since its official reveal in June 2021, Palworld has raised eyebrows with its vibrant, expansive world teeming with dozens of monsters ripe for catching but in greater fidelity than Pokémon’s recent entries. In addition to capturing them and harnessing their abilities in battle, you can also wield realistic firearms and other weapons to blast them apart or, more hilariously, arm your cuddly critters with some serious heat.

“Pokémon with guns” has become the shorthand description of Palworld, but the experience packs in survival mechanics, base-building, a central narrative, and other bells and whistles. With so many promises, some have deemed Palworld too good to be true, a sentiment its Tokyo-based developer Pocketpair finds puzzling.

Chief Dev Hiroto Matsutani (right), Founder/CEO Takuro Mizobe (middle), Chief Artist Daiki Kizu (left)

“Palworld is not a ‘fake game,’” Pocketpair founder and CEO Takuro Mizobe tells me over email. “We are really surprised that some people say that.”

Palworld hits Steam Early Access in January, giving skeptical players a chance to see just how real the game is. But despite Pocketpair releasing numerous gameplay videos, an air of mystery still surrounds Palworld. How does its sizable feature list blend into a cohesive experience? Where did this wacky idea come from in the first place? Perhaps most importantly, just who the heck is Pocketpair?

The answer to the last question begins with Mizobe. A lifelong fan of video games, the NES ignited his childhood love for the medium before he graduated to the Super Nintendo. Mizobe says the turning point came when he discovered free games available through the internet in elementary school, which allowed him to sample a variety of genres easily. His broad palette is evident in his short list of all-time favorite games, which range from The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time to Age of Empires to Serious Sam to Soldat, a free multiplayer action game. This exposure set him on the path of becoming an indie developer; he created his first game at 11 years old, which won awards at his school.

Fast-forward some years, and Mizobe, now a university student at the Tokyo Institute of Technology, got his first taste of professional game development by participating in the Nintendo Game Seminar. From 2005 to 2014 (with a break between ’11 and ’12), the yearly event invited Japanese game design students to learn the tricks of the trade and then work in teams to create an original title. The cream of the crop would then be released as free downloads on platforms like DS Download Play or the Wii U eShop. For the 2010 edition, Mizobe and his college friends created The Tentai Show, where players use black and white holes to absorb incoming meteors before they strike Earth. It was released as DSiWare in Japan in 2011.

In 2012, Mizobe graduated from university. He would spend a few years working “normal” jobs like JP Morgan Securities before founding Pocketpair in 2015. The team released its first title in 2019: Overdungeon, a real-time tower defense card battler that garnered a generally positive reception from players. For its second game, Pocketpair tackled something a bit more ambitious. Enter Craftopia, a game that feels like the precursor to Palworld. It, too, is a sprawling open-world survival game boasting features such as farming, crafting, dungeon crawling, base-building, pet breeding, and multiplayer. Craftopia has been playable in Steam Early Access since 2020, so it’s technically still in development. Despite this, Pocketpair is tackling perhaps its most ambitious title yet in Palworld.

Mizobe tells me Pocketpair develops games in a style that borrows ideas from others the team enjoys playing. Overdungeon takes clear influence from Slay the Spire and Clash Royale, while Craftopia has elements of Zelda, Harvest Moon, and a litany of survival games. Palworld draws from games like Pokémon, Age of Empires, Grand Theft Auto, Elden Ring, Valheim, and Fortnite to create what Mizobe calls a “unique gaming experience that is different from existing games.”

Palworld unfolds on the Palpagos Island in the Pacific Ocean. Strange monsters called Pals, of over 100 varieties, occupy this tropical land undiscovered by humankind for generations. That eventually changed, and now various factions have set up shop in pursuit of their own interests. Players control an explorer who washes ashore on the island following a shipwreck. Thus, survival is your primary goal, and you need the Pals’ help to accomplish this.

Pals are based on real animals and cultural myths from places like Europe, China, and Egypt. They come in several attributes: Neutral, Flame, Water, Grass, Electric, Frost, Earth, Dark, and Dragon. Resistances and vulnerabilities follow the rock/paper/scissor format of Pokémon: Water is resistant to Flame, for example. However, Pals can learn attacks opposite their types, so you can teach a Flame move to a Water Pal. Players can also breed Pals to create new species. This opens the door to a plethora of possible combinations, and while not all of them result in a completely new creature, others carry the traits of their parents. Mizobe says designing so many uniquely talented Pals, including the long list of breeding offspring, has been the most formidable development challenge.

Pals roam freely, with players catching them by blasting them with weapons, like guns, to weaken them. After that, you toss a blue spherical device to capture targets. Pals can then be used in battle, and the number you can use at a time varies depending on the situation. You can let Pals handle combat by issuing commands or picking them up and using them like living firearms. Pals also come with their own unique partner skills and abilities.

Your non-living arsenal includes clubs, bows, and spears to heavy gun weapons like shotguns, ARs, miniguns, and rocket launchers. As effective as these killing machines can be, some Pals can’t be beaten using conventional weaponry. Pocketpair doesn’t elaborate, only teasing that these sturdier Pals require more clever methods to defeat them.

Outside of battle, you can put Pals to work farming crops to cook beneficial dishes and constructing buildings and factories to create settlements. In fact, some Pals are better specialized for labor than fighting. Trailers have shown assembly lines of cute critters building weapons and looking decidedly unhappy about it. This plays into the game’s dark humor. You’re free to be a jerk by, for example, illegally poaching them in forbidden zones, attracting the attention of a corrupt police force that monitors the island. Mizobe tells me morality doesn’t factor into the storytelling, so if you want a (mostly) consequence-free excuse to be a monster, go right ahead.

Regarding survival mechanics, Palpagos features a day/night cycle and changing climate, meaning you need to cope with uncomfortably hot or cold temperatures. With all these spinning plates, Pocketpair tells me the general gameplay loop looks like this: You craft vital tools, gather resources, build a base, explore some more, perhaps fight a boss along the way, and repeat. In between that, you catch Pals since they’re necessary for almost every facet of play.

Additionally, multiplayer allows players to explore Palworld together. Up to four friends can play normally, but dedicated servers support over 20. With so much going on, Mizobe tells me feature creep has often reared its ugly head. Thus, cutting ideas to prevent Palworld from becoming bloated and unfocused has been an ongoing challenge. “At the beginning, we thought about having a huge underground world and the ability to live in outer space, but we decided to give up on these for the time being,” says Mizobe.

According to Mizobe, Palworld carries lessons learned from the studio’s previous efforts. Mainly, simply mashing together disparate genres isn’t enough and should be done carefully. Pocketpair had trouble defining the rules of Overdungeon because it was so focused on replicating the RTS elements of Clash Royale. Craftopia had so many ideas that some mechanics clashed, which the team is still correcting.

“Palworld is being made with the awareness that ‘we are working through difficult game design problems in order to keep the consistency of each genre,’” Mizobe writes. “We try to not tackle too much at the same time while being focused on meeting the players’ expectations. We’ve made a lot of mistakes along the way, but overall, we think it turned out well in the end.”

We can only hope that the team continues to zero in on what makes Palworld click, even if they still have some more tough decisions to make in the long road ahead.

“We recently noticed the potential for a PvP mode in this game and are now reconsidering if we should expand on it,” says Mizobe. “That has us facing a difficult challenge again. Game development is always difficult.”

This article originally appeared in Issue 360 of Game Informer.

[dentos-wife]

If my math are right, Chrom would have been 29 in the OG timeline. Robin does not have a canon age due to being an avatar with 3models that seems to go from a range of 13 to over 29 but some people have theorized that it's Robin's birth that made the Exalt King, Chrom's dad, wage a war against Plegia to get rid of Grima's possible vessel. This took place 15 years ago, so if we assume that Robin may have at least spend a short ammount of time with Valider or that the news spread after, that means Robin was around 15-16 at the begining of the game. There is also the terrible support chain between F!Robin and Aversa where Robin mentions that Aversa might be a dozen older than Chrom,when she is only 8. If we assume that Robin made that comment using her physical appearance as a criteria (since in her support with Noire she acknowldege that she doesn't remember her age, but she just states that she is young), than that pretty much backs it up as this would mean that Robin is 3 years younger than Chrom, hence 9 years younger than Aversa more or less. Finally, there is the 2nd gen. Lucina and her friends are around the same age, but in the japanese version, Lucina mentions that she is was 16 years old when she traveled back to the past and stayed 2 years, making her 18 years old. This means all the 2nd units are around that age while keeping in mind that if they arrived and stayed in this timeline earlier than they ended up being older than 18 (for example Laurent). Severa, is called a child by Chrom, considering that she most likely is around 17 years old and that her father will comment that girl her age likes dress and in her support with F!Robin, Severa mentions that they are about the same age and that other future character like Owain and Gerome looks older than her (but to be fair they look older than their own mother, at least in this world) So that means that Robin would be around 15-16 pre timeskip, 17-18 post timeskip. Meaning that Future Fell Robin was barely 26 when all the shenanigans happened.

That's speculation however, so far the only canon thing about Robin is they don't like carrot and their cooking skills is a bigger mysteries than Bermuda Triangle and Intys is still using the multiverse excuse to make believe that default Robin is just another version of our Avatar to not invalidate anything (have it smooth Intys) but it's most likely that in the canon timeline Robin is a fresh adult whereas Fell Robin was in his late 20... while keeping in mind that in the game Chrom though they were twin.... not siblings with a 10 year age gap, but literal twins...

But ultimately Robin possesed by Grima shares his 2 000 year old and we can still wonder if the percentage of Naga Blood used to make Grima does'nt make Robin age slower or some stuff like this

Your reasoning seems solid enough to me. I always just picked a random age for Grima and used 25 so neat I was close!

I think in Awakening the reason for the models being the same is simply, less effort to make it. I would guess if Awakening got remake they'd get some upgrades and we'd have a 2 years later design for everyone and Grima might look slightly different. I say this because look at 3H and their two separate time skips and how well they went over, so they could potentially do some changes.

Or they could do absolutely nothing, depends on if they want to be Fire Emblem Echoes level or...Pokemon BDSP level

[mariacallous]

The Russian parliament is set to meet in order to assess the situation with PMC (Private Military Company) Ryodan following mass detentions across the country. Dmitry Peskov, the Press Secretary of Russian President Vladimir Putin, has said that his office has been “paying attention” to the group. Rotonda media reports that in St Petersburg, police told children that PMC Ryodan is the creation of “Western intelligence services”, and are part of Russia’s ongoing “confrontation with the West.” The reach of PMC Ryodan is not limited to Russia – mass arrests have also taken place in Ukraine, with the Kyiv Police calling the group an instrument of “Russian propagandists” leading an “informational-psychological operation” to “destabilise the internal situation in Ukraine.”

PMC Ryodan is not a transnational terrorist operation, but rather a cheekily-named and loosely-organised group of teenage anime fans. Over the last week of February, panic spread through Russia and Ukraine about a mysterious subculture of teenagers wearing black hoodies adorned with a white spider, supposedly starting massive brawls in shopping malls. News spread of incidents of “the Ryodans”, identifiable by their ubiquitous fashion choices, gathering in flash mobs in malls and attacking people. 

Articles in Russian media outlets have been published with instructions for parents to help them find out if their child is a member of PMC Ryodan (one clue – they may have long black hair). News website Readovka has called PMC Ryodan a “cult of violence”and a “fight club”.

Facing off against this group of anime-obsessed teenagers are their adversaries.

Ryodans have called them a range of names including offniki (basically, football hooligans) and gopniki, a Russian term for a violent, working class subculture. A post in one Ryodan group called them simply “bald motherfuckers wearing Adidas”. These young men are usually depicted as brutish, Adidas tracksuit-wearing thugs. These “anti-Ryodan” groups have very quickly mobilised online into violent squads, sharing videos of attacks on anyone they suspect of being a “Ryodan” in shopping malls across Russia and Ukraine. Although anti-Ryodan groups use homophobic language in deriding Ryodan fans, this isn’t necessarily reflective of a new culture war. For their part, Ryodan fans are hardly opposition protesters. These incidents are closer to fights in school canteens than a clash between politicised subcultures. In fact, upon closer inspection, the groups hunting Ryodan fans are more organised, more violent and more numerous than their prey.

Who are Ryodans?

Ryodans are passionate anime fans, primarily of the Hunter x Hunter series. ‘Ryodan’, which means ‘the troupe’ in Japanese, is a group of thieves that feature in Hunter x Hunter, while their symbol is a white spider with a changing number. Russian fan groups of the series are not new, with countless communities spread across Vkontakte (VK), TikTok, Discord, Steam, Telegram and other social networking sites. Some groups started calling themselves “PMC Ryodan” as a joke, riffing off Wagner, Russia’s most notorious private military contractor (PMC). This is somewhat analogous to fans of the Korean group BTS calling themselves Army – but with a twist of the current wartime situation of Russia.  It may have expressed the extent of their fandom, which was expressed by buying large amounts of merchandise showing a white spider and digit (usually ‘4’) on a black background. As one Ryodan member has noted in a Telegram post, this name was often used as a “clan tag” for people playing computer games online, such as DotA 2, a multiplayer battle arena game. Popular VK groups show that this “PMC” formation was far from a serious designation – members of all ages joked about their “ranks” and spent more time posting screenshots of their DotA 2 games than about actual fighting or war. In these groups, there was some limited discussion of in-person meetups, including one at the foodcourt of the Aviapark shopping mall in Moscow, which took place in late December 2022. The first reported violent incident involving Ryodan happened on February 19, when a small skirmish broke out at the food court of the Aviapark mall in Moscow. A group of Ryodans were attacked by a group of men in tracksuits. On the same day, a popular Ryodan Telegram channel uploaded a photograph showing four people, three of whom are wearing the Ryodan spider hoodie, which Bellingcat geolocated to the foodcourt on the fourth floor of the Aviapark mall. Shortly after, the same channel posted the message “PMC Ryodan – Death to the bald motherfuckers in Adidas”, presumably referring to the attackers, followed by a now-deleted February 19 video showing the fight at the food court. This is likely the first documented instance of violence between the “Ryodans” and other young men in shopping malls.

A few days later, numerous videos seen by Bellingcat were filmed of another series of fights at the foodcourt of the same mall. At least one of these fights took place in the exact same location as the February 19 photograph from the Ryodan Telegram channel.

These fights at the Aviapark mall were widely publicised online, leading to a series of new incidents across Russia and later Ukraine. Ryodan Telegram accounts remix footage from the Aviapark fights by adding memes and music, and creating anime-inspired images showing black hoodie-wearing characters fighting bald men wearing Adidas track suits.

Ryodan supporters leaned into their “PMC” name, posting a mock-map of the “battle” for Aviapark, resembling the ubiquitous maps of frontline movements in Ukraine.

Since the dust-ups in a food court in Moscow, arrests involving “Ryodans” have been reported across Russia, Belarus, and Ukraine, including St. Petersburg (February 26), Novosibirsk (February 26), Tolyatti (February 27), Kazan (February 27), Kharkiv (February 27), Kyiv (February 28), Gomel (February 28), and Volgograd (March 1). However, very few of the mass arrests across these three countries involved actual fights – most were during sweeps of shopping malls and other public areas, arresting teenagers in Ryodan clothing. The exception to this was a large fight in St Petersburg’s Gallery mall, which led to over 100 arrests of both Ryodan and anti-Ryodan youths.

Who are Anti-Ryodans?

Anti-Ryodan groups organised across social networks, especially VK and Telegram, at a rapid pace following the Moscow Aviapark (February 19 and 22) and St Petersburg Gallery (February 26) mall skirmishes. Both national and local groups popped up almost overnight, forming groups of young men to organise the search for and violence against “Ryodans”. Some of the cities for these rapidly-formed anti-Ryodan groups include St Petersburg, Novosibirsk, Tolyatti, among numerous other cities.

In some private Anti-Ryodan Telegram channels to which Bellingcat gained access, users would share videos of physical attacks against young men wearing black hoodies, often in what appear to be shopping mall bathrooms and in wooded areas. In some videos, guns are being pointed at the youths while they are being physically beaten. A recurring event in these videos is men cutting the hair of the “Ryodans” with knives, such as in one video from February 24 seen below.

These Anti-Ryodan groups are made up of young men who do not appear to have a unified ideology or goal outside of organised violence against their counterparts. Memes in anti-Ryodan communities show explicit strains of homophobia and white supremacist movements, with slogans and images taken from skinhead culture.

The St Petersburg Skirmish

As the case of the Gallery Mall in St Petersburg shows, anti-Ryodan groups mobilised effectively and in force. On February 24, a local St Petersburg Ryodan Telegram channel asked their followers if they wanted to meet up on February 26 at 4pm at the Gallery shopping mall – the city’s largest shopping mall, located near the city centre. On February 25, at least two notable local St. Petersburg anti-Ryodan groups on Telegram started advertising a meeting to take place the next day at the same mall. They implied that they expected a confrontation.

By 4:18pm local time, one of the local anti-Ryodan groups realised things were not going well, telling their followers to not go to the mall unless they want to get arrested. The St Petersburg-based media outlet Fontanka noticed something strange was happening at 4:34pm, writing on Telegram that police vehicles were surrounding the area and that a witness told them that “a crowd of teenagers were running down the escalator.” Videos from anti-Ryodan Telegram groups show this scene, with a number of young men rushing down the escalator, along with a video of a young man who appears to be a Ryodan being kicked and chased. By 4:56pm, Fontanka wrote that the mall had been closed. Eventually, riot police (OMON) arrived at the scene alongside police officers. By 5:51pm, a local anti-Ryodan channel said that there was “total anarchy” at the mall. Other videos showed people sprinting away from the scene. Fontanka quoted a representative of St Petersburg’s Investigative Committee as saying that only “a few” people were injured during the incident, which was being investigated for hooliganism.

Despite the massive police presence, there were few verifiable instances of violence at the mall that afternoon. A video first posted at 5:08pm shows a 15-year-old boy surrounded by anti-Ryodans and other teenagers forced to take off his Ryodan hoodie and then being attacked. Fontanka published a security surveillance video of the same incident, claiming that it was the “start of the conflict”. A 17-year-old student who had appeared to instigate the attack was later arrested. In sum, over 200 youths, including some under 14 years old, were detained throughout the evening of February 26 at the Gallery shopping mall.

‘They don’t understand kids’

Yet even during the largest incident involving “PMC Ryodan”, only a handful of teenagers sustained any injuries. Most other detentions of “PMC Ryodan” members or simply of people who may resemble them are from police sweeps of shopping malls and other public places in what may have been an attempt to preempt repeats of the St Petersburg brawl.

Social media posts even seem to suggest that the entire Ryodan panic began at a food court in a Moscow mall one day in February, when one group mocked a set of anime-loving teenagers for their clothes and told them to move tables, leading to a fight. The ensuing scuffles at other shopping malls have since led to dramatic media coverage and triggered questions in the Duma and the Kremlin itself. Yet the Ryodan issue, which has been breathlessly described by Russian journalists and officials alike as a “cult of violence” and even the work of intelligence agencies, may just boil down to a fundamental misunderstanding of youth culture. One viral Telegram post even described the series of events as a wartime, social media-era series of public fights between jocks and nerds.

“What happened? Gopniks saw some anime kids wearing weird clothes in a mall, ask them what’s up with their outfit and beat their faces in. The anime kids got stronger and beat up the gopniks. This became so funny that the internet started calling the anime kids ‘PMC Ryodan’… Other Gopniks weren’t happy with this, went off to find this ‘PMC’ and started beating up random anime kids who fought back. The police turned up to stop the fights and made arrests, then the media started to write that ‘leaders of the aggressive group PMC Ryodan were detained’.

“Old people don’t understand kids, the internet, or the modern world”, he concluded.

[maguro13-2]

New Beginning ~ Ink Demon Apocalypse Prologe (4/7) ~

"2015 A.D."

Woman on Radio : Good Evening everybody. We got orders from the Drawcia Family Corporation executive office. Hours ago, Intel informs us that one of our members Claycia, head the Claymation R&D unit, went missing during her discharge from the facility and we discovered that traces of ink have been sprawled out from the remains of the Ohkuboverse. Hardly, this is a covert mission, and I have given out a global task to find the remains of ink that have scattared across the globe. They are demanding the Ink Demons have turned over the remains of former Ink Demon King Bendy since his son Inky Jr has become the new Lord Inky. Intel also informed that the colors of Dreamland have been stolen by a mysterious entity known as Dark Crafter, the sworn enemy of the Drawcia Family. I want you two to infiltrate the mess is what is left from Nevada after it's real world was broken free from the Ohkuboverse's curse. Rendezvous with the rest squad and begin a quick search to find Dreamland's missing colors. Good luck out there, amen, and godspeed.

Vividria : This is a new start for me. Me, that is a new artist on the block.

Paint Roller : Well, you're lucky to be around here, no way that you did something wrong, I'm sure that the new you is perfect to be a star ally.

Vividria : A star ally, you say? You're the son of Lololo and Lalala after all, I hope you find prove useful that you got the brawns to think of, well, no special reasons included.

Paint Roller : I did had a major head start pointing to think on the suggestions of the early days of singing Kumbaya together at boy scout bonfire.

Vividria : Don't be ridiculous, Paintra is at the canadian province of British Columbia, she's taking someone to the Queen Charlotte District for a dream to fulfill. It's actually a kid from a rural Maryland town near the Mason-Dixon Between that and Pennsylvania. I heard that the girl used to live in Pennsylvania at age 4 before she was abandoned in Maryland. What was the girl's name?...Ah, yes. Tamaki, Tamaki Kotatsu. A japanese-American born in Tokyo and resides in the rural town of Emmitsburg, an 18th century town nestled in the Catoctin Mountain range of Maryland's Frederick County.

Paint Roller : Frederick County? Isn't that place the home of the Blair Witch, I heard that it took a huge role in the state. But the actual is one of the main group of Soul World, the world created by the legendary hero Shinra Kusakabe.

Vividria : Yes, Paintra requested him to restore his original body that was annihilated by the attacks of the Ohkubo-verse's invader and destroyer of all worlds, the Time Eater. It was the name of that entity who scolded Shinra and his people after Demon Vibe sabotaged his world for trying to conquer the galaxy and was banished to a dimension where he would never be forgiven. But they're now saying that Shinra Kusakabe has been brought back as a human that is a new one for him.

Paint Roller : Sounds like all he needed was a little rock and roll. Anyways, let's never fail the missions, we got an important job to do.

Vividria : Understood.

Paint Roller : So once we're done we can finally hit the spot, how I create myself a fine cuisine we will have three squares a meal and call it for the day.

Vividria : Geez, this is hardly kind of a mess. Don't believe in anything, but this is the mission that we have to covert? I mean, this was from the aftermath of Darkside Death's defeat when tries to keep the planet into the clutches. Don't believe in anything?

Paint Roller : (sighs) Not much. There's lots of reboots, hey, Sailor Moon Crystal finally got the upgrades since the last show ended with a movie all those years ago. I had no reason to come all the way here.

*something moves*

Paint Roller : !? Woah! Vivid, do you hear that?

Vividria : I know it. It's them.

Paint Roller : It's those guys again haven't they?

Vividria : I thought Maka Albarn got rid of that Heartless jerk two years ago, can't be they had the nerves to comeback! All in fair's shares. Are we in?

Paint Roller : We're in.

Vividria : Get ready...

(the heartless appears at gun point)

Vividria : Now!

(scene goes in slo-motion)

*gunfiring*

(neoshadow yelling in pain)

*DBZ SFX : Collapse*

Paint Roller : Phew! That was close. These guys always keep coming back. Some heartless may never know their place.

Vividria : Yeah..Yeah. That's what I always do, the 24/7 business got my back hanging around. Not a total loser of who I was, but indeed a great prodigy. I did do a little research during art class. I've been using a lot Drawcia's Techniques made me qualified of becoming a prodigy and I will master the skills of everything, but I still need proper training. Come on, let's get going.

Paint Roller : Right!

*Tire Screeching*

Paint Roller : That can't be a Good sign.

Vividria : Good thing they had backup.

Neoshadow : Alright, muchachas! Listen up, I got a class assignment for you. There are some nasty witches waiting to get caught in our tracks. Bring them to me as usual.

[Binary Domain BGM : Seawall Combat]

Vividria : Time for a basic maneuver, get rid of these heartless and do as what I say!

Paint Roller : Got it!

Neoshadow : Awesome! This is what I needed for action! Let's kick and kill their asses and we'll see they like it! Simple as that!

Neoshadow B : With pleasure, boss!

Neoshadow : It looks like we have no choice, but to kill this little prick!

*DBZ SFX : SLASHING+SLICE*

Neoshadows : (deathly grunt)

*DBZ SFX : Collapse*

Neoshadow : No way! This girl! Wha...What are you!?

Vividria : (chuckles) I'm no little girl, I'm a little lady who is going to kick your butt!

Neoshadow : (gasping and yelling) HUAAAAHHH!!!

*DBZ SFX : Slash*

"After the battle..."

Paint Roller : Man, that was one heck of a party. Looks like we never got a grip from those heartless, it's all what were in for. They never had the chance to beat us do they?

Vividria : No dice, I can handle out with this one.

Paint Roller : After all, you're the rookie of the corporation's Para Sorceress Force.

Vividria : Don't sweat it. I've been using my hair as a stylish weapon of choice, but creating weapons with my powers of art and magic.

Paint Roller : That's your way of saying "Excellent choice". If there are lot of more enemies to come from, I should reconsider that. If they had the guts to break our spirits, we should becoming flat out like burger patties, but I do not mind about burgers and fries.

Vividria : This ain't a barbecue to start your day, we got a lot ways to make our way through. I hope you'll find successful in the mission.

Paint Roller : Right, which is why we only have few steps to rendezvous with the rest of the squad.

Vividria : Good, stay on my six. Things are about to get nastier.

Paint Roller : Okay, partner. Let's keep on moving!

"There's a new artist Block similar to Drawcia and Paintra..."

"And that artist's name is Vividria..."

"She's the truest heir to the Drawcia Family..."

"She's like the newest Drawcia that I've ever seen in years at life's best."

[mi4017pinipasamarasinghe]

Satan slaves 1000 words essay ( draft)

I chose a horror movie to write the essay. So there are some considerable things to focus on. Satan slaves is a movie by Joko Anwar. This released In 2017 spreading around the world. The basic reason to choose this movie because it’s quit different from Sri Lankan  style  , and even American style. According to the informations i found he uses Javanese tradition and his own family experiences to explore his film narratives. 

In this movie Joko Anwar brilliantly weaves a horrifying story about a family tormented by the otherworldly. The story will take Rini and her brothers on a terrifying journey to discover the mystery as well as the dark forces behind their mother’s death.  

So in this essay I’m gonna discuss about the cinematography and Mise-on scenes.  

First of all i would use Mise-on scene to explore how did they match the props, backgrounds, sounds with the storyline. For my first argument I would like to talk what are the props they have used. 

The first thing to notice in these few example pictures is that they have used such simple and antique props to oversee the family conditions. There are some toys in the background which consider about children. And another thing I noticed in this entire movie clip, there are clocks in every background. there is also a recorder player which represent early 20s century. Curtains also have floral textures which is really looks like a normal family background. They have also used picture frames and covered the emptiness of the backgrounds. There are main three bedrooms shows in this 10 minute clip. Rini’s room, Toni’s room and the room where Bondi and Ian sleeps. From the props they have used we can notice they have handled to show us their age. In kids’ room there’s only two beds, a clock, photo frame and a mirror. But in Ring’s room we can see a chair, study lamp, etc. Toni’s room also bit complicated compared kid’s room. There’s a radio in his room. According to the informations i know otherworldly can connect to people from those electric devices. So do they. In the kitchen there’s a gas cooker and are some glass bottles next to it. 

In the next step I would like to talk about the backgrounds and how they look.

They have used several backgrounds in this short 10 min clip. For example, Bondi and Ian's  room, Toni's room, Rini’s room, mother’s room,  outside the house, passage, kitchen, lobby, staircase are the places I  noticed. So for each place they have used different kinds of colors, props to show the variety in each. Also in each background they have used those props which helps us to understand the place. For example, in mother’s room they had hung up a picture frame of herself.

Moreover the colors they have used in this movie is to be considered. At first sight it seems like they do not focus on colors but when you look closely their entire film runs on a specific color range. Green and orange are such a good color combination to represent Japanese culture. So does the movie “Satan slaves”. As Joko Anwar describes his inspirations are from Javanese tradition i would like to say he has matched that color combination to this genre. 

Looking at the screenshots of the movie you can see in every location he has used green and orange based colors. In the lobby there are green chairs, a green and brown sofa, and wooden cupboards, the clock hanging on the wall and also the yellow curtains could complete the color range.  Also something i considered in this clip about colors, is that they have used blue which is not in the color range green and orange. As an example Ion's clothes.

As it is a horror movie they has used so much sounds to get the creepiness to the movie. Director has managed every prop to produce a creepy noice. The recorder is the perfect example for my argument. When Rini playing the recorder it sounds broken in the beginning. But it reversed the recorder and sounded javanese. Also not to forget the doors in this movie as usual it has the cracked noice which gives everyone goosebumps. They also has managed even the small noices to play a role to the movie. And it has given so realism to the movie. As an example in the kitchen scene i would like to mention the liter sound when Rini lighting the gas cooker. Even the cutting sound of the knife plays a good role to keep the pragmatic .

[yumeko2sevilla]

<Conductor>_ anonymous observer

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ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ

"Despite everything, it's still me in the mirror.."

_'Conductor'_Observer of the World

'Full Name': 'Kuemori Aoi'

⤿Kuemori (玖枝森): A name of Japanese origin. Combines between '玖枝', meaning 'A beautiful black stone's branch' and '森', meaning 'forest.'

⤿Aoi (青唯): A name of Japanese origin, meaning 'blue only.'

Japanese: 青唯玖枝森

Other Names:

↳Yukikaze/Aoi_ Preferred Name

↳(Mx.) Conductor_By most

↳Monsieur Conducteur_ Rook Hunt

↳Moon Jellyfishie_Mizukurage-chan_Floyd Leech

↳Insurrable Asshole_Yuzu Sakamaki (@/anxious-twisted-vampire)

↳The Seconded Storyteller of Reality

↳Anonymous Observer of Timelines

↳Kue_....

Title(s):

↳The Seconded Storyteller of Reality

Twisted From: Levia Barisol_ Evillious Chronicles_mothy + Es_Milgram + Azami_Kagerou Project_jin

Voice Actor(s):

↳Japanese_V Flower_Vocaloid

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Age: 18 (Appearance Wise)_Unknown

Gender: Transmasc Non-Binary (Any pronouns -She/Her. Prefers He/Him)

Species: Undead Storyteller_?

Birthday: October 11_ Libra

Height: 194 cm

Dominant Hand: Right

Hair Color: Sapphire Blue

Eye Color: Twilight Blue_ Purple-ish Hues

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Homeland:___

Family: [ERROR]

Dormitory: Ramshackle_Unofficial

Grade: Sophomore

Class: 2-A_ No. 36

Club: Literature Club_ Light Music Club

Best Subject(s): Literature, Arts, Alchemy

Favorite Food(s): Spring Rolls

Least Favorite Food(s):??

Talent(s): Observant, Diverse Vocal Range, Storywriting, Weapon Mastery, DJing

Hobbies: Singing, Sleeping, Observing, Spending Times Alone, Listening to Musics

❝The infamous Storyteller of Ramshackle. Known for his mysterious identity and observant eyes, he never really let anything out of his worldview less alone a single detail.❞

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ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ

'Kuemori Aoi is cold.' Does that sounds familiar to you, especially when you were the person they were talking about?

Well, that's the situation for one Yukikaze.

Yukikaze wears a mask of unmeasurable coldness, always acts like an apethetic audience even if the situation may cost his life. He cares little for those around him, drifting him away from unnecessary attentions.

He is rarely seen with a smile of his face, unitentionally makes people on edge with him. After all, no one can guess what he will do next, for there isn't a sound that can be count as a voice he let out.

That's until you get to know him really. He will let his guard down, and put on you tooo many love. He doesn't want to let you down.

Maybe because of his timid nature, that Yukikaze was able to blend in so well. So don't ask if he notices something that most forget or just simply don't care. It created a rumor that he can watch you from behind when you don't notice..

For even if in another universes, Yukikaze will always watching his creations.

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✬Unique Magic: Heartbeat of Untitled Stories (題名のない物語の鼓動)

"On that blank page, we write our stories that's left unnamed. Creating the world we want, building our wonderful monochromatic tales. Heartbeat of Untitled Stories."

↳The user is capable of changing fates. When using this ability, they can shift the 'fate' of others and themself- most will call it, but sometimes it is simply just the battle's situation- by creating multiple events that help to change it into what's benefical for them and the people they loved.

↳Just to clarify, a price must be payed if the fate they have changed was deemed "opposing to God."

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↳ Backstory: [Unnamed Reflections]

↳Main Theme: Bug_Kairiki Bear • Life-Cheating Game_kemu

↳Although pretty much prefers the name 'Yukikaze' or his surname, Yukikaze actually doesn't mind being called 'Kuemori' by his friends. Expect for a certain Vampire, then he is fine with it.

↳He has a very strong voice range! In one second, his voice may be soft and calming, but then another second and he turns into a metal screaming monster.

↳Yukikaze likes to spending time wandering in the campus alone. Just himself, among the beach of humans. He likes to walk aimlessly all by himself, honestly.

↳ After the previous Storyteller of Reality got banished, Yukikaze was created to take the place of it. Although he usually takes his job seriously, when 'he' doesn't notice then he will change up the fates of those he considered innocent.

↳In total, Yukikaze can speak around five languagues, English, Vietnamese, Japanese, German and Russian.

↳Yukikaze claims that he was born by someone who's named "Kisaki Aoi." There is no recording of such a person.

↳No one really knows his real Unique Magic, even Yukiharu and he's much prefer it stayed that way.

↳Seemingly always know where the first years are.

Profile Inspiration by @rosietrace

@anxious-twisted-vampire @writing-heiress @achy-boo @yukii0nna @abyssthing198