#loid forger render

[prof-kenny]

[o0kawaii0o]

Family

[tipanot]

Yor, the eyes are the window to our soul. You cant hide your crush anymore

[degenerateshinji]

2 dumbasses im obsessed with rn

l'il bonus i made, don't ask.

[malbenita]

The Kick It Anya and guys being grumpy, as a practice

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Loving Suffocation.

A Continuation Of This Piece.

Written for a very lovely, very indulgent anonymous commissioner.

Pairing: Yandere!Loid x Reader x Yandere!Yor (SxF).

Word Count: 4k.

TW: Non/Con, AFAB!Reader, Slight Somnophilia, Spanking, Sex Toys, Breeding, Mentions of Pregnancy, Medical Malpractice, Oral Sex, Obsessive Behavior, Slight Gaslighting, Bruising/Marking, and Overstimulation.

You never did get to see your opera. A lack of oxygen turned your cramped world blurry and abstract, and you faded in and out of consciousness while Yor fussed over your ruined dress and gathered you up in her arms, the strip of fabric she’d tied around your neck and stuffed in your mouth – not quite a gag, but enough to convince your uncooperative vocal cords that calling for help wouldn’t be worth the effort. Sometime between being pulled against Yor’s chest and slipping out of that sex-saturated storage closet, you blinked and by the time you could find the strength to open your eyes again, you were in your apartment, in your own bed, your makeshift gag gone and your wrists bound  behind your back with a generous amount of duct tape. You briefly considered calling for help, but you were past the point of screaming. Even if you tried, the Forgers were your only neighbors close enough to hear, and you’d seen enough of enough of that family for a lifetime.

Just as exhaustion began to overwhelm your better judgement, you caught stifled footsteps in the near distance, heard the door to your bedroom creak open and shut with enough force to shake the drywall. This time, when you closed your eyes, it was in a deliberate effort to will yourself to sleep. An effort that was, of course, rendered futile by Yor’s hand on your forehead, a soft hum too tender to be purposefully deceptive. “I think they might be asleep. The poor thing could barely hold their eyes open.”

“That’s fine.” Instantly, your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach. He spoke quietly, keeping his voice low and airy, but even in worst dreams, Loid seemed to be able to carve out a place for himself. It made sense for him to make an appearance in this nightmare, too. “Can you show me where the damage is?”

You held your breath as Yor’s hand drifted from your face to your thigh. After a moment of hesitation, she nudged you onto your back, pulling the ragged remains of your skirt up to your waist. You fought not to bolt up as cold air washed over your exposed, abused cunt – not to ball your fists as you felt Loid’s narrowed eyes pry into you the way they always seemed to when you passed each other in the hall, when he got home before you could find a reason to get out of the Forgers’ suffocating apartment. You managed to hold yourself still as he clicked his tongue, edging that much closer to the foot of your bed. You could picture him leaning over you, perfectly styled blonde hair falling ever so slightly out of place as he took long, agonizing seconds to evaluate the bruises lining the inside of your thighs, the crescent-shaped marks Yor’s nails had left pressed in your hips, your waist. Calloused fingertips brushed over your ankle, but further restraint was deemed unnecessary as his attention shifted back to his wife. “And you said you found them…?”

“Unconscious,” she filled in. You could hear her shifting her weight, feigning concern as her husband evaluated you. “In front of our building. I tried to wake them up, but they panicked, and I remembered the treatment you told me about for—for hysteria.” She paused, swallowed. “I thought I could help, but I’m afraid I might’ve just made things worse…”

Loid’s response was delayed, put off in favor of inching that much closer to you. The mattress dipped as he rested a knee on the foot of your bed. Don’t move, you repeated to yourself, despite the ever-growing urge to get up and run gnawing violently at the back of your mind. If you pretended to be asleep, you’d only have to tolerate a few minutes of his attention before he got tired of leering at your conscious body. If you pretended to be asleep, they’d leave and you could start to forget this ever happened.

It got harder to be so rational as he reached out, running two fingers over your slit and splitting apart the lips of your pussy, giving himself a better view of your abused clit, your entrance – still pitifully drooling slick. You tried to remember what kind of doctor he was, but any specialties that might’ve come to mind were immediately forgotten as his gloved fingers slipped inside of you. You had to bite back a quiet hiss as he scissored open the sore walls of your cunt, his touch probing and experimental. At least Yor had the decency not to draw it out. “You reacted swiftly and efficiently. Even trained paramedics leave residual damage.” He drew back suddenly, and you fought not to jolt at his callousness. “Can you show me what exactly your…” He trailed off. You could practically hear the curiosity in his voice. “…your treatment entailed?”

Yor made a noise you couldn’t decipher. Loid moved away from you entirely, but Yor was quick to take his place. She settled into the space between your legs, her hands – shaking ever so slightly – taking up your hips, her fingertips near-perfectly aligned with the dark bruises pressed into your skin. You felt her breath ghost over the inside of your thighs, the flat of her tongue run gingerly over your slit, and you bolted upward on instinct, mouth open and ready to—

—ready to have your scream stifled and suffocated by Loid’s palm as he forced his hand over your mouth and shoved you back into the mattress. Unable to claw at his arm, to pry him off of you, you thrashed under his steadfast hold, but he didn’t seem to pay you any mind. Rather, his eyes met yours for all of half a second before flickering to his wife, sparing her a slight nod. “Patients usually react with some level of resistance. You can go on.”

Yor’s eyes widened, but any shock she might’ve felt seemed to melt away at her husband’s assurance. She was more nervous, now that she was performing for an audience rather than assaulting you in the privacy of her chosen hideaway, but the little, tentative movements of her tongue got braver over time, her eyes closing as her hands drifted from your waist to your thighs. She nudged your legs onto her shoulders and latched onto your clit, suckling with just enough force to draw a reaction out of your burnt-out nerves, to leave you trembling and struggling to swallow back pained moans and pathetic whimpers. It hurt – more than anything, it hurt – but she had your body trained, knew just what points to hit to get what she wanted out of you. More than that, your body knew that it wasn’t going to end until she reached her goal, until she had you cumming on her tongue for the— god, how many times would this make? You’d lost track after the first dozen, but even if you hadn’t, it would’ve been impossible to tell, impossible to know what she’d accomplished the first time reality started to blur and consciousness was rendered more of revokable privilege than something you’d ever be capable of holding on to without help. In less than a minute, you were grinding against her tongue involuntarily, the movement of your hips stilted and jerky. You couldn’t have called it a real orgasm, not when any pleasure you could’ve felt was so overshadowed by a searing sort of ache, but Yor seemed satisfied – drawing the back of her hand over her chin as she lifted her head, sending Loid a sheepish smile.

“I just, uh,” she started, drumming her fingers over your thigh. “I just did that until they calmed down. I’m not sure if it helped.”

“I see.” Loid, for his part, failed to let his air of stoic professionalism so much as waver.  “And how many times did the patient reach climax?”

“…thirty?” Yor let out an airy, nervous laugh. “Maybe more. It… It was a little hard to keep track, in the moment.”

“And they’re still so unruly.” He was kind enough to feign concern, to let his tone soften and purse his lips into a thin frown. For a second, you let yourself believe that you’d just stumbled into a bad situation – that he and his wife were under some shared delusion and genuinely thought they might’ve been helping you, but then you caught a spec of crimson on the collar of Yor’s dress out of the corner of your eye and thought better of trying to humanize them. “Would you mind if I took a closer look?”

The question was posed to Yor, not you. “Please do, you’re the doctor here,” she spouted, hurrying to get out of Loid’s way. Loid was more hesitant, his palm lingering over your mouth as his eyes found yours. He was cold at the best of times – his expression often hollow when he thought your attention was elsewhere, his touch enough to send a chill down your spine on the rare occasion he found an excuse to put his hands on you – but the look he sent you as he uncovered your mouth was nothing short of frigid. The threat was clear, albeit ambiguous. You had no idea what Loid was capable of, let alone what extremes he was willing to go to.

But, you knew what Yor could do – you’d caught her in the act.

And you weren’t eager to find out what’d she’d do to you at her husband’s request.

When his hand finally fell away from your mouth, you didn’t make a sound. Rather, you dug your teeth into the inside of your cheek as Loid wrapped an arm around your waist and hauled you onto his lap – his thighs cutting harshly into your stomach. The position was enough to leave your cheeks burning and humiliation tying knots in the back of your throat, but whatever embarrassment you might’ve felt was multiplied ten-fold as his hand ghosted over the buttons lining the back of your dress and your only remaining protective barrier fell away – mutilated fabric now limp and useless beneath you. You started to writhe, but the heel of Loid’s palm found the small of your back, pressing into the base of your spine with just enough force a pained whimper past your lips. Reflectively, Yor moved to reach towards you, but Loid shook his head. “It’s important to test for reactiveness,” he explained, tone flat and steely. “I can take care of bruises and cuts, but lasting nerve damage will make things—” He paused, clicked his tongue. “—difficult.”

“Oh!” Yor clapped her hands together. At least she seemed to sincerely believe that, even if she wasn’t helping you, her husband might be. You couldn’t tell what Loid was thinking, but it couldn’t have been so benevolent. “Is that what you’re doing now? Testing for reactiveness?”

“Exactly.” Loid flashed her a smile. You felt him shift, fish something out of the pocket of his suit jacket. Aching numbness had put you at a distance from his invasive touch before, but Yor’s mouth had done away with that – resurrecting the buzzing sort of hyper-sensitivity that meant you weren’t able to hide the way your hips bucked against his thigh as he slid something sleek and metallic into your drenched pussy. It was oddly shaped – one end tapered and the other flat, small enough to fit in the palm of your hand but still big enough to leave you squirming uncomfortably as Loid pulled back. “Normally, I’d use more intricate equipment, but there are a few experiments I can run on my own.”

You heard nails against metal, a soft click muffled by stiff machinery. After a second of delay, the object inside of you let out an abrupt pulse of pure vibration – harsh and sudden and awful. Your reaction was reflexive, undisguisable. You threw your head forward as you bit back a bubbling, broken moan; waves of intense reverberation beating at the walls of your cunt. There was no time to brace yourself, to grow into the piercing sting – it was already too much. The walls of your pussy clenched around the source of your agony, and before you could think to stifle your reactions, to give them as little as you possibly could, tears were blurring your vision, dripping down your cheeks. Yor cooed, kneeling in front of you and cupping your cheeks. “Poor thing…” she mumbled, before looking up towards Loid. “I don’t think they’re enjoying it.”

Another wave of pulsing reverberation, a jagged cry forced past your lips. “P-please, turn it off, take it out, I can’t—”

It took you a second to process the sound of a palm against flesh, how it might’ve been connected to the bright flash of pain just below the curve of your ass. When you could bring yourself to glance over your shoulder, his hand was raised, his expression stern. The sight was enough to make your heart ache in your chest – a sensitivity which surprised you. You hadn’t thought there was anything the Forgers could do to hurt you more than they already had.

“We’re going out of our way to help you.” It was the same tone he used with Anya when she refused to do her homework or threatened to drop out of her upper-crust academy. Whatever genuine sympathy he might’ve had for you was buried beneath a heavy layer of practiced stoicism and nearly totalitarian authority, turning the words cold where they should’ve been comforting. “It’s unfair to be so ungrateful when Yor’s already sacrificed so much of her time for the sake of your health. Why don’t you apologize to her?”

Again, you heard that same soft click, and the vibrations pulsing out of the object in your cunt doubled in intensity. You let your head fall forward, clenching your eyes shut as you struggled to spit something out. “I… I’m sorry, Yor, I didn’t mean to—”

You were cut off by a sharp moan, the feeling of Loid’s fingers tracing over your slit. Soon, the pad of his thumb found your clit, pushing dull circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves. He let out an airy chuckle as you withered into yourself, your legs spreading involuntarily as your feet struggled to find purchase on carpeting that seemed to be just an inch too far, to ground yourself on something that Loid didn’t even have to try to keep just out of your grasp. “Don’t strain yourself,” he muttered, your unwanted reward for your easy compliance. “How does this—” He pushed a rough pattern into your clit, drawing out a wavering cry. “—feel?”

Miserable. Torturous. The worst thing that’d ever been inflected onto your poor, spent body. You deflated, your chest flattening against Loid’s thighs. “…it hurts.”

This time, he let you finish before pulling back, his palm striking your ass with twice the force he’d used before. You cried out, the noise uneven and anguished, but your pain didn’t seem to rank very high on his nebulous list of concerns. “I’ve already told you not to be so ungrateful,” he said, shaking his head. “Do you know what would’ve happened if we weren’t here to help you?” Another strike, another ragged sob. “You’d be suffering on your own, in excruciating pain and spiraling into your own delusions. If we hadn’t been there to correct you so quickly, you would’ve been unrecoverable.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You were babbling, now, your apologies clumped together and nearly unintelligible. Loid cut in, pointed as ever.

“You’ve already apologized.” Two digits slipped into you, splitting your pussy open. Somehow, the added stimulation only seemed to make his device’s vibration more unbearable. “Now, it’s time to tell Yor how thankful you are.”

“Thank you—” There was no hesitation, no resistance. If you’d been able to, if you hands hadn’t been bound, you would’ve clung to her, dug your nails into her shoulder and your teeth into Loid’s thigh, anything to feel like you weren’t about to fall apart altogether. “Thank you, I’m so— I can’t— Thank you—”

It was Yor, this time – her mouth crashing against yours as her hand found the back of your head. Her tongue slipped past your lips, raking over yours with a ginger sort of tenderness and raking her fingers through your hair, drinking down every little moan and whimper her husband forced out of you with enthusiasm. She lingered there, lips moving gently against yours, as you reached your next climax – the number completely lost on you, now. When she pulled away, eyes glazed over and a dark blush painted over her cheeks, Loid hummed approvingly, fishing his bullet-shaped device out of your pussy and switching it off. Slick dripped down the inside of your thighs, your chest heaving stiltedly against his lap, and you noticed, for the first time, something large and stiff pressing into your stomach. For your own sake, you decided you weren’t going to think about it.

But, like always, Loid was quick to tear even the comfort you found in your own mind away from you.

“You did what you could,” Loid started, with heavy sigh. “But their condition is worse than I thought. It might take more than the usual treatment to set them back on the right path.” A lengthy pause, an arm looped underneath you. With more care than he’d seen fit to show you all night, Loid repositioned you on your back in the center of your bed. You were too exhausted to so much as try to protest. “For cases like this, insemination is the only known cure.”

Yor blinked up at him, more curious than confused. “Insemination?”

“Pregnancy,” Loid filled in. “It can be done artificially, but for cases this severe…”

Your heart dropped into your stomach. Weakly, you tried to sit up, but it was Yor that stopped you, this time, pressing her hand flat against your shoulder and pinning you down effortlessly. “If that’s what’s best,” she chimed, her smile wide and brilliant. “Can I help?”

For the first time, Loid’s expression seemed to warm. “Of course.”

Less than a full minute later, you were slotted against Yor, your head resting on her chest and her arms loosely wrapped around your midriff. Loid had reclaimed his position in the space between your open legs, one hand on your hip and the other toying with his clothes, shifting the waist of his now-wrinkled dress pants down just far enough to free his flush cock – already hard, already leaking pearls of arousal. The sight, paired with the breathy sigh he let out as he wrapped his fist around his shaft, was enough to dash any hopes you might’ve had of a last-minute change of heart.

You squirmed in Yor’s hold, your fists balling around your own near ruined sheets as Loid aligned himself with your entrance. You didn’t realize you were talking until you heard your own voice, fragile and desperate, nearly too broken to be comprehensible. “Please don’t, I—I’m not sick, please don’t—”

It was Yor who hushed you, this time, smiling as she pressed a fleeting kiss into your cheek. “He’s going to help you,” she whispered, tone simpering where you wished it would be sterile. “You can just sit back and relax while we—” She paused, squeezed you against her playfully. “—make sure you’re alright.”

There was a beat of silence, of stillness. Eventually, you managed to stutter out, “I don’t want your help.”

Loid let out an airy chuckle, tracing the flushed tipped of his cock over your slit. “You don’t have to want anything.” He bowed his head, leaning down far enough to rest his lips against the top of your head. “You’ll need all the help you can get, in a few weeks.”

You didn’t have time to protest, not before he thrust into you – sheathing himself to the hilt in a single stroke.

You tried to scream, but Yor’s mouth found yours in a moment, swallowing any fractured noises you might’ve been able to make. Loid didn’t seem interested in giving you time to adjust; immediately falling into a rhythm just as forceful and just as cruel as anything else he’d done to you. It wasn’t a question of if it would hurt, anymore, but how badly. The feeling of his not inconsiderably length splitting open your aching pussy alone was enough to bring tears to your eyes, and his rough thrusts, his shattering pace – all of it only working to agitate the few parts of you that hadn’t already gone numb to his assult. You clenched your eyes shut, willing yourself to go completely numb, but Yor cooed, one of her hands falling away from you only to find its way to the curve of your stomach, her palm soon pressed flat against your skin. “Miss Anya did mention wanting a younger sister,” she muttered, nuzzling into the dip of your shoulder. “It’ll be difficult to hide, ‘till it’s over with. There used to be a single mother working at city hall, but the State Security Service paid her a visit and…” She trailed off, shaking her head. “But I’m sure that won’t be an issue for you!”

“Of course not.” Loid’s voice was breathy, his attention mostly elsewhere. He did his best to stay composed, to maintain that painstakingly professionally air, but you could feel him twitch inside of you, feel his hips stutter as his pace grew that much more brutal. “We’ll be taking care of you. When you start to show, you’ll move in with us, and—” A groan, a pair of tired eyes allowed to close. “—and if you cooperate, we’ll make it so you don’t have to worry about anything aside from the baby. Any added stress will only make the pregnancy more difficult.”

Loid’s hips pressed against yours, Yor’s mouth on the curve of your neck. “Our little family is growing so quickly.” You could feel her grin against your throat, fangs ready to clamp down at the first sign of resistance. “I can’t wait until you’re better. You’ll be so happy, when you’re in your right mind again.”

Your mouth fell open, but anything you might’ve said died in your throat long before it could ever reach your tongue. There was no pleasure to it, no stimulation other than the same grating sensation and the pinpoints of pressure where Loid’s fingertips dug into your waist, but if your comfort mattered to Loid, he would’ve stopped as soon as he saw what his wife did to you. He cursed under his breath, throwing his hand forward and hauling your rigid body that much closer to his. You didn’t have a chance to brace yourself, to trick your pain-addled mind into believing there was anything you could possibly do to get away from him before he went still, something thick and searing flooding into your unprotected cunt. He lingered there, his cum leaking out of you despite your pussy’s futile attempts to cling to his cock, and for the first time, you let yourself think about what they were taking about – insemination, pregnancy, growing families and new siblings. You let yourself acknowledge the weight of Yor’s hand against your stomach, Loid’s hips against yours. You let yourself breath in, holding the air in your lungs for a moment before exhaling and going limp against Yor.

Fuck.

If you never saw the Forgers again, it’d still be a day too soon.

Yor started to pull away from you, but Loid stopped her. “Conception can be fickle,” he started, fighting not to pant audibly. “It’d be for the best if we were…” His eyes dropped to you. “…thorough.”

“Do you hear that?” Her hold grew that much tighter, her smile that much brighter. Her lips ghosted over the shell of your ear. The feeling might’ve sent a chill down your spine, if you still had the strength to be afraid of them.

“Loid’s going to take very good care of you.”

[sophiamarieispinkbunny-chan]

"It's for the Mission"-What does it really mean for Twilight?

"It's for the mission" has become Twilight's mantra, a justification for his actions by emphasizing that his mission is the sole motivation behind everything he does. However, there's more to it than meets the eye. The question arises: Why does he desire the progression of his mission, Operation Strix, even at a minimal level?

The answer lies in contemplating the consequences if Operation Strix were to falter. In such a scenario, WISE, the organization Twilight serves, would likely devise an alternative, more efficient method to establish contact with Desmond, rendering Operation Strix obsolete. This is the outcome Twilight initially sought in episode 1 when he rescued Anya from Edgar – a resolution devoid of endangering children or civilians. Yet here he is, tirelessly striving to sustain the mission, trying to eliminate anything that might jeopardize it.

"It's for the mission" is not merely about the operation itself; it symbolizes Operation Strix-the very thread that binds his makeshift family together. The absence of Operation Strix would mean the absence of Anya, Yor, Bond, and the Forgers. While Twilight acknowledges the temporary nature of his stay and the inevitable end of the mission, he yearns for a bit more time with his newfound family.

He craves the opportunity to continue playing the roles of Anya's Papa and Yor's husband, experiences that a spy like him would seldom have. By saying, "It's for the mission," he essentially means, "It's for my family."

His family, in his view, is synonymous with his mission. Therefore, he strives to ensure the mission's continuity, not just for the sake of duty but to extend his time with those he has grown to love. It's more than just a mantra or justification, it's almost like a plea for a little more time – a chance to be Loid Forger and relish a life that a spy like him wouldn't typically have.

So therefore every time he utters "It's for the mission" it might actually translate to this:

It’s for my family, so I could stay with them and we could be together for a little while longer.

[aerequets]

green envy, silver tongue

ao3

rating: G

genres: fluff, humor

summary: But for someone like her, who messed up so often, and couldn’t do basic things required of a grown woman…

Well, she’d complain about herself too. It still didn’t make it hurt any less.

Or: Yor goes to Loid's workplace, and can't get what Fiona said all that time ago out of her mind.

a/n: I keep thinking about how in chapter 30 fiona was straight up lying about loid complaining about yor at work. I know loid reassured yor at the end of that whole arc about her capabilities and him wanting her to stay in the family and whatnot but like. For all we know yor is still out here thinking loid complains about her at work!! IT BUGS MEEEE so i was thinking what would happen if loid found out, and this happened. 

Anyways i literally spent all day working on a dang essay and i told myself i would go to sleep but instead i just started writing MORE STUFF and it’s so late now gosh its 2 am. Enjoy LOL

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Yor gazed up at the incriminating hospital building and gulped, the paper bag in her grip crinkling. She had to consciously remind herself to ease up before she pulverized Loid’s lunch in her hands and rendered her whole trip useless.

Hospitals were bad enough on their own. Yor had a ritual of avoiding them ever since she’d taken up her assassin job to avoid doctors prodding at her scars and other dubious markings, which was all to say that it had been a terribly long time since she’d gone near one for herself. But she felt like even if she weren’t an assassin—which was a very fat if— she would still have the urge to leave Loid’s forgotten lunch by the door and hightail it out of there.

Which would be terribly rude and unseemly of any ordinary wife, so… this was for the best. She would go inside, even though it was Loid’s workplace, which meant it was Fiona’s workplace, which meant…

‘Dr Forger often complains about that at work. He grumbles that his wife is always—'

Which meant that it was the workplace of all the employees who, no doubt, knew her as some incompetent woman undeserving of someone like Loid.

She sucked in a breath through her teeth and swiftly turned around, pacing in circles. A nearby grandma looked on dubiously, scooting back on her bench. In other circumstances Yor would be more conscious of the image she was projecting, but at that moment it was a fine line between her thoughts and Loid’s lunch crinkling closer and closer to one dense ball of mass in her white-knuckled fists.

Loid had already assured her that she would stay as the Forger mother for the sake of their cover, that Fiona was no real threat. That was all well and fine, even if Yor felt an uncomfortable twisting in her heart at some moments for no apparent reason. It was fine. But that didn’t change the fact that, apparently, Loid had complaints about her that he voiced at work. And honestly, she couldn’t even blame him. People (as in, mostly her own coworkers) often said that work was for complaining about home and vice versa, and Yor knew she would definitely complain about Loid… if she ever had any reason to. As it stood, he was essentially the perfect man in every way—an objective fact, she wasn’t being biased or anything—so she never had anything to voice. But for someone like her, who messed up so often, and couldn’t do basic things required of a grown woman…

Well, she’d complain about herself too. It still didn’t make it hurt any less. She groaned and squatted down on the sidewalk, hugging the lunch to her chest. The grandma staunchly got up and walked away, and Yor sighed.

She was afraid to go inside and hear what his coworkers would say upon seeing her. Probably the same things Camilla and the girls had often said to her in the past, if they were any indication of what normal people would think: How did someone like you bag someone like him? How much are you paying him? Are you threatening him?

(Nevermind that Yor could easily threaten anyone into doing anything for her—she wouldn’t.)

She sighed and looked up at the building once again. Already ten minutes had passed since she’d arrived at the hospital. She could have been in and out by now. Instead, here she was, agonizing over yet-to-happen interactions with people whose faces she didn’t even know.

Argh, get it together, Yor! She slapped her cheeks and sprung up with a renewed vigor. That was right—none of these people had met her yet. If they had any preconceived notions of her, this was her chance to dispel them. To prove to them what a stellar wife she was—even if she wasn’t actually. Doing so would strengthen the Forger family front. At the very least, she would be protecting herself from the SSS! That’s right—do this for the sake of your assassin job! Do this to protect Anya, Loid, and Bond! With this new conviction, Yor finally marched up the steps to the hospital and opened the door.

There wasn’t much fanfare—it was exactly as she had expected, even if she hadn’t been to a hospital ever since a young Yuri had fallen badly that one time ages ago. The hospital was fancier than any she had been in before, and no doubt bigger, but the atmosphere was the same. The same smell of antiseptics hung in the air that lingered around Garden warehouses, too, the only difference being a lack of the cloying perfume of flowers. Yor headed to the front desk, a little timid but mostly holding it together. She kept repeating the same mantra in her head— do it for your job, do it for your family!— and hastily tried to smooth out the wrinkles in her skirt as she approached the receptionist.

“Hello, how may I help you today?” The lady at the front desk asked politely upon seeing her. Yor admired the perfect application of lipstick on the bow of her upper lip for a second before replying.

“Um, hello. I’m here to drop off my husband’s lunch. He left it at home. He’s Loi—uh, Doctor Forger…?”

The perfectly lipsticked mouth dropped open in a little gasp. “Oh, my! You’re Yor Forger?”

A spike of anxiety staked through Yor’s heart at those words. Even the receptionist knew about her? “Ah. Yes, that’s me…”

“My. You’re lovelier than I thought!”

“I know you may have heard some things about me, but I—wait, what?” Yor blinked. She discreetly turned around to see if perhaps there was a different Yor Forger behind her that the receptionist was referring to. “Lovely? Me?”

The lady laughed. “Demure, too! Your husband’s office is on the fourth floor, room 806B. The lunch hour is just about to start, so you’re right on time.”

“Um… right,” Yor replied, feeling a little lightheaded. “Thank you very much.” She swayed off towards the stairs, head spinning. Was that some kind of concealed jab that she just couldn’t understand? The lady’s face didn’t look smug or snide. She hadn’t laughed either. But Yor just couldn’t make sense of that interaction. Lovely. Demure.

Yor shook her head. She was past it. All she had to do now was deliver this lunch to Loid and get out, ideally without running into anyone.

Of course, she ran into someone right as she rounded the bend after going up one flight of stairs.

The person yelped as they lurched back. Yor’s eyes tracked the arc of coffee that followed the cup that went sailing out of their hand. Without thinking twice, Yor swiftly spun the person behind her to save them from any stray drops of hot coffee. She tossed the bagged lunch to her right hand before using her freed-up left hand to snatch the cup out of the air, following the trail of airborne coffee with its styrofoam mouth. It was over in less than three seconds: The person, bewilderedly blinking up at her from the landing of the second floor, while she stood on the stairs, lunch clutched in one hand and a mostly-full cup perched in the other. Three more seconds were dedicated to stunned silence before Yor hurriedly set the bagged lunch down on one of the steps to hoist the person up.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to run into you,” she flustered, flushed with apology. Darn it, Yor! She’d been lost in thought and almost caused a nasty accident. Upon checking the person for any injuries, she realized from his white coat and name card that he was a doctor. You almost injured a doctor!

“...Goodness,” the man finally said. He adjusted his glasses with an astonished blink. “You have some incredible reflexes, miss!”

“O-oh, it’s nothing really,” Yor fumbled, waving her hands. She was just glad he wasn’t hurt. Or angry. That helped matters. “I’m sorry again. Here’s your coffee.” She handed him the cup, which he took and gazed at as if it were some ancient artifact.

“Please, it was my fault for not watching where I was going,” he replied, a broad smile growing on his face. “Could I get your name, miss?”

“It’s Yor. Yor F-Forger.”

His eyes got wider, if at all possible, before he threw his head back in a short laugh. “Forger, eh? Married to Loid?”

Yor shifted uncomfortably. It seemed like there was nobody that didn’t know her faux husband in this place. Anya had told her after visiting his workplace that ‘Papa is very popular, he makes desperate conneshuns’, but she hadn’t quite processed the extent to which Anya’s words were true until now. “Um, yes. I’m his wife.”

“Gosh, he wasn’t kidding! You really are—” Yor winced in anticipation of his next words. “—incredibly athletic.”

For the second time in nearly as many minutes, Yor did a double take. “Huh?”

“You helped him train for that tennis competition, didn’t you? I’ve personally never heard of such a thing, a work tennis competition,” he tacked on, almost an afterthought as he rubbed his chin. “But regardless, I hear he completely decimated the opposition. You must have whipped him into shape real good!”

“W-what? I didn’t—not really—uh,” Yor said intelligently. Her tongue was failing her. To be fair, what was going on? Either she was even worse at reading social cues than before, or these people were being… nice. They had heard good things about her. But from who?

Certainly not from Loid…? The very thought made her heart skip a beat. He was gentlemanly and no doubt one of the kindest people she knew, but she couldn’t think of any reason he would have to speak good of her, especially when she wasn’t present for him to have to be nice. She was always messing up and causing trouble.

But the doctor in front of her waited, expression open without disgust or amusement. She cleared her throat, suddenly finding it choked up.

“I—thank you, you’re too flattering. I didn’t really do much. Loid did well because of his own skill,” she said. Her face felt warmer by the second. “If you’ll excuse me now, I actually have to deliver him his lunch.”

“Oh, of course. Don’t let me hold you up. I was on my way down for lunch myself,” the doctor said. He bent down and handed Yor the bag she’d left on the step. “Tell Forger I said hello, would you? He sure is a lucky guy.”

Lucky how? Yor thought, but she gratefully accepted the bag from the man nonetheless. “Thank you,” she smiled, before turning around and ascending the stairs (this time on the side closest to the wall). She felt strangely out of breath, though a couple flights of stairs were peanuts compared to her usual physical activity.

Fortunately, Yor made it onto the fourth floor without any mishaps. There were people milling about as they made their way out for lunch, but all she got were polite smiles and nods in her direction. It felt a little surreal. She’d come in expecting a lion’s den, and was instead met with…a pen of cute bunnies?

After a couple minutes, she finally found room 806B. Hoping that Loid was still inside, Yor hesitantly knocked twice on the door.

After a beat, his voice rang out. “Sorry, I’m not seeing any more patients until three o’clock.”

Yor inched the door open. Loid’s back was turned; he was digging through his briefcase, grumbling something under his breath that even her keen ears couldn’t pick out. The door hinge squeaked and he straightened, turning his head just enough to reveal a terse wrinkle between his brows. “I said I’m not seeing—”

The wrinkle smoothed out and his expression shifted into one of surprise as they made eye contact. He quickly turned the rest of the way around. “Yor? What are you doing here?”

“You forgot your lunch,” she replied, finding it hard to meet his eyes. She didn’t see him wearing his white coat often. Keep it together, Yor! “I thought I would bring it to you.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” he said, appreciative. “What about work?”

“My shift doesn’t start until later.” She held out his lunch, trying not to cringe at its bedraggled appearance. He crossed the distance between them and took the bag. Their fingers brushed and she flinched.

“Uh, sorry it’s so wrinkled. Almost had a couple spills, haha! Actually, the one who almost had a spill wasn’t me, it was another gentleman I ran into,” she babbled. “Oh, he actually told me to tell you hi. I think his name was a… mister Clark…?” She faltered, trying to recall the name on his namecard.

“Oh, you met Doctor Clarkson,” Loid said. “Easygoing fellow with the glasses?”

Yor nodded. “That’s the one! Is he your friend?”

“We’re acquainted. He’s a good man,” Loid replied in an easy manner, leaning back onto the table and crossing his ankles. Yor fidgeted, feeling out of place with his grace and white coat and doctor’s office. “Why? Did he say anything to you?”

“Not really, he just mentioned the tennis tournament you won,” Yor responded. “He was surprisingly nice to me.”

Loid laughed, good-natured. He’d begun to open the lunch bag. “Why is that surprising?”

“Oh, you know.” Yor gestured vaguely in an ‘isn’t it obvious?’ manner with  her hands. Loid crooked a brow, pausing with the bag.

“I’m… not sure I do.”

“What? Oh.” Nervousness and embarrassment promptly burned her cheeks. She hadn’t meant to make an offhand comment like that. What if Loid thought she was being passive aggressive? Worse, what if he thought she was attacking his character and decided he didn’t want her as a fake wife anymore?! She could picture the scene with startling clarity:  “After all I do for you, and you’re hung up about some comments I make at work?” Imagination-Loid had a disgusted curl in his lip that Yor had only seen once when he’d stepped in Bond’s poo. “Don’t you know that’s what normal people do? Are you even normal? Get out of my house!”

Yor quickly backtracked. “I-I don’t blame you! This isn’t that. I mean, I totally get it. If it were me, I would do the same thing—I mean, if I were married to me—wait, no, if it were someone like me, and I was someone like you—”

“Wait, wait, Yor,” Loid interrupted, catching her hands—which had been wildly gesticulating— in his own. “I genuinely have no idea what you mean. Why would he not be nice to you?”

Yor stood frozen, searching his face. It was quite close to her own. His hands were large and warm and cupped almost fully around hers, which brought her back to when he’d fake-proposed to her. Despite the fact that they were practically strangers then, and that the circumstances at the time were less than ideal (and also the fact that they were hiding from an explosion behind a dumpster), Yor had never felt more reassured by someone else’s presence before. She’d always had to depend on herself, but to hear him say the vows—even if neither of them meant it—had filled her with a sense of relief.

I’ll be okay. This person understands me. We’re in this together, for better or for worse.

“I can’t do all the things that other wives and mothers do,” she said softly. “And you vent about it at work. I get it, Loid. It’s alright.”

The terse divot between his brows returned. “What? Who told you that?”

“Well… Fiona did. Back when she visited.”

Because their faces were so close, she could see when his nostrils flared for a split second, the minute clenching of his jaw. His hands tightened around her own. He seemed to work something in his mind over several times, opening his mouth and then abruptly stopping. She had never seen him struggle to speak before, eloquent as he was. Word-vomiting was more her forte.

“I don’t know what Fiona told you,” he finally said, a certain bite to his words. “But if she said I speak badly of you, it isn’t true. I’d never—I can’t even think of what I could possibly say. You get that, right, Yor?” He bent his neck, staring into her eyes with a peculiar ferocity, as if her understanding of his point was more important than anything else.

“Oh.” Her arms twitched; she tamped them down with vigor. She was not going to ruin this moment (and possibly Loid’s office) by subconsciously smacking him. “You don’t have to say that. I understand if—”

“No,” he cut in. “I mean it, Yor. I meant it when I said you’re second to none.” His eyes bored into her own. “Okay?”

She could feel the heat flooding her cheeks. The weird choked-up feeling was back in her throat, and when she sniffled, she was horrified to feel congestion in her sinuses. She closed her eyes to save herself some embarrassment and dipped her head. “Right. Yes. Thank you, Loid.”

After a second or two, Loid abruptly pulled his hands back. She opened her eyes to see him pulling at his collar.

“It’s stuffy in here. The ventilation isn’t so good in this wing of the hospital,” he said, unprompted. Yor supposed it explained his reddening ears. “When does your shift start?”

“Oh, in about…” Her eyes drifted to the clock on the wall with a gasp. “Forty five minutes?!” She’d wasted more time dallying outside the hospital than she’d thought! “I’m really sorry—I better hurry home and get ready for work!”

“No worries,” Loid replied. “I’ll walk you out.”

“You don’t have to!” Yor squeaked, but all he sent her in response was a raise of his eyebrows. She figured it wasn’t worth it to argue with him. Besides, the idea of everyone else seeing them together was… kind of nice. Oddly enough. Yor decided not to dwell on it as they headed out. Loid was clearly very well known, as nearly every minute someone would spot him and say hello. And, weirdly enough, whenever that happened, their eyes would shift over to Yor before they said something along similar lines:

“Whoa. Is this the lady of the house, doctor?”

“It’s the esteemed Mrs. Forger.”

“Watch out, folks! Forger couple coming through!”

By the time they reached the ground floor, Loid’s ears were glowing red, decidedly not because of the ventilation. He covered his face with a hand. “Maybe I should have just let you walk out alone,” he groaned. Yor giggled. She was sure her face looked like a fire hydrant, but for some reason none of the comments bothered her. In fact, everyone at this hospital was awfully nice.

“I appreciate that you didn’t,” she grinned. He dropped his hand and turned to face her, and—how could someone look so endearing? With Anya, Yor thought it made perfect sense—she was the most adorable little child, with the silliest antics, and, she was pretty sure, scientifically unable to not love. But Loid was a grown adult. A man. She cared about him, yes, just like she cared about the whole Forger family, but this was different. There was some kind of electric undercurrent that she could feel lining her nerves as she traced his face with her eyes, committing it to memory. I meant it when I said you’re second to none.

Maybe… Loid did speak well of her behind her back. Praised her, even? She couldn’t fathom the idea of anyone complimenting her like that, but clearly it wasn’t the way Fiona said it was. And in any case, what Loid thought mattered to her more than what Fiona said.

In a startling moment of clarity, she realized that what Loid thought mattered to her, period. She wanted to know his opinions, his likes, his dislikes. His tastes in food, venues, and clothing. His taste in…women.

Since when did that matter?

“Loid,” she started, “I—”

A caterwauling whistle pierced the air between them, making her nearly jump out of her skin. They turned to see an older man grinning at them.

“That your wife, Forger? Bring her around here more often!” He skulked off. Loid grit his teeth and clenched his fist.

“Director Gorey, that absolute…” He took a deep breath and turned back to her. “I’m so sorry about him. What were you saying?”

Yor blinked. What was she going to say? That whistle from the odd man suddenly made her cognizant of the numerous eyes on them that had somehow faded into the background just moments prior. She stiffened up.

“Uhh, just that I-I hope you enjoy your lunch! I better hurry now, see you later, thank you enjoy your lunch I already said that bye!” She whipped around and booked it out of the hospital. Though she’d imagined herself doing exactly that just an hour prior, she hadn’t predicted that she would feel like she was walking clouds while doing it. Or that there would be a giant grin on her face that she wouldn’t be able to keep down.

Maybe she ought to visit Loid at the hospital more.

[piracytheorist]

It must mean something.

The way Anya drifts into peaceful sleep even while Spy Wars blasts from the TV.

The way Yor’s shoulders seem to lift the moment she crosses the threshold.

Anya sharing details of her day during dinner. Yor braiding her pink hair, telling her to leave them overnight so her hair will look wavy the next day.

When Loid Forger disappears, Anya won’t go back to the orphanage, Yor won’t go back to her lonely apartment, Bond won’t return to the black market.

Only his heart will be rendered empty.

It’s a fair price for their happiness.

[cercasinomeworld]

FAVORITE ANIME AND MANGA SHIPS pt.22

Yoh Asakura x Anna Kyoyama - Shaman King

Matsuboshi Raidou x Reina Aharen - Aharen-san wa Hakarenai

Nagomu Irino x Kanoko Matsukaze - Deaimon: Recipe for Happiness

Fudo Aikawa x Desumi Magahara - Love After World Domination

Shinpei Ajiro x Ushio Kofune - Summer Time Rendering

Loid Forger x Yor Briar - Spy x Family

Dominic x Camilla - Spy x Family (ok, they aren’t important but they are so cute togheter!!!)

Vash x Meryl - Trigun

Nicholas x Milly - Trigun

Gaojun x Shouxue - Raven of the Inner Palace

[prof-kenny]

[asknarashikari]

ReviceCast, Loid, and Yor's reaction to Anya mispronouncing Hiromi's name as Hulemy.

Loid is going to be mortified and would scold Anya for lisping, but Hiromi reassures him it's ok with a smile and a pat on the head for Anya who stares up at the oji-san in awe.

Loid is rendered speechless in shock, and Yor is completely charmed by Hiromi. Even Bond is charmed and "borfs" at Hiromi to get head pats as well (he is delighted when he gets ear scritches to boot)

Daiji is on his knees clutching his heart because by Gaim, his Hiromi is too fucking adorable for words. Kagerou mocks him for being affected even though Hiromi's brilliant smile also affected him XD

Everyone else is just blown away by Hiromi charming the pants off the Forger fam

[metalandmagi]

The Real Anime Awards of 2022 part 2

A few weeks ago, I made my own joke categories for what I consider the real 2022 Anime Awards (The Real Anime Awards of 2022 part 1), but I also wanted to put the memes aside and make my real list of nominees for the real categories that Crunchyroll usually does (minus best director, best film, and best fight scene). I did it last year too, and it was a lot of fun trying to think of a varied list. So here are my picks!

Best boy

Bon (To Your Eternity season 2)

Yuu Izumi (Shikimori’s Not Just A Cutie)

Wakana Gojo (My Dress Up Darling)

Matsuboshi Raidou (Aharen is Indecipherable)

Milo Nekoyanagi (Sabikui Bisco)

Yoshikazu Miyano (Sasaki to Miyano)

Best girl (as per tradition, there are more than 6 nominees, because they’re all best girl to me)

Marin Kitagawa (My Dress Up Darling)

Aoi Amawashi (Birdie Wing: Golf Girls’ Story)

Eiko (Ya Boy Kong Ming)

Yor Briar (Spy x Family)

Desumi Magahara (Love After World Domination)

Ranko Mannen (Akiba Maid War)

Lum (Urusei Yatsura)

Nazuna Nanakusa (Call Of The Night)

Best protagonist

Eve (Birdie Wing: Golf Girls’ Story)

Kong Ming (Ya Boy Kongming)

Mai Kawai (Police in a Pod)

Loid Forger (Spy x Family)

Anzu Hoshino (Romantic Killer)

Shigeo Kageyama (Mob Psycho 100 season 3)

Best Antagonist

Enrico Pucci (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Stone Ocean)

Eren Jaeger (Attack on Titan the Final Season part 2)

Daki and Gyuutaro (Demon Slayer Entertainment District arc)

Mami (Rent A Girlfriend Season 2)

Faputa (Made In Abyss season 2)

Riri (at least until the last two episodes) (Romantic Killer)

Best Animation

Demon Slayer-Entertainment district arc

Akebi’s Sailor Uniform

Shikimori’s Not Just A Cutie

Cyberpunk: Edgerunners

Chainsaw Man

Mob Psycho 100 season 3

Honorable mention: Fuuto Tantei

Best Score

Spy x Family

Made In Abyss season 2

Call of the Night

Chainsaw Man

Bleach: Thousand Year Blood War

Cyberpunk: Edgerunners

Honorable mention: To Your Eternity season 2

Best Character Design

Yurei Deco

Yojouhan Time Machine Blues

King’s Ranking cour 2

Do It Yourself

Golden Kamuy season 4

Made In Abyss season 2

Honorable mention: Mob Psycho season 3

Best VA Performance English (Sorry, I don’t watch many dubs)

Elizabeth Maxwell as Barbara and Barbie (Shadows House season 2)

Christopher Wehkamp as Nyanko Sensei (Natsume’s Book of Friends. They started dubbing it this year, so it counts!)

Megan Shipman as Ayna (Spy x Family)

Johnny Yong Bosch as Ichigo Kurosaki (Bleach: Thousand Year Blood War)

Courtney Lin as Riri (Romantic Killer)

Mick Laur as Bon (To Your Eternity season 2)

Best VA Performance Japanese

Tanezaki, Atsumi as Anya (Spy x Family)

Imai, Fumiya as Yuuya Niyodo (Phantom of the Idol)

Kuno, Misaki as Faputa (Made In Abyss season 2)

Satou, Rina as Ranko (Akiba Maid War)

Koyasu, Takahito as Bon (To Your Eternity season 2)

Hikasa, Youko as Hizuru (Summertime Rendering)

Best OP (No the Chainsaw Man op isn’t in here, I literally made a separate category for it on my meme awards)

Spy x Family OP 1 (“Mixed Nuts”-HIGE DANdism)

Ya Boy Kongming (“Chitty Chitty Bang Bang”-Queendom)

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure Stone Ocean (part 2) (“Stone Ocean”-Ichigo)

Akiba Maid War (“Maid Daikaiten”- Ton Tokoton Staff)

Call of the Night (“Daten”-Creepy Nuts)

Mob Psycho 100 season 3 (“1”-Mob Choir)

Honorable mention: Yurei Deco (“1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 LOVE”-clammbon)

Best Ed

Spy x Family ED 2 (“Shikisai”-Yama)

I’m the Villainess So I’m Taming The Final Boss (”Nomick”- ACCAMER)

Kaguya-Sama Love is War season 3 (not the special ending, the regular one, though the special ending is good too)

Mob Psycho 100 season 3 (”Cobalt”- Mob Choir)

Shadows House season 2 (“Masquerade”-Claris)

Chainsaw Man (I mean come on, how is this fair? What are you trying to prove by making 12 different endings? You’ve got to be kidding me!)

Honorable mention: Komi Can’t Communicate season 2 (“Koshaberi Biyori”-FantasticYouth) (no I'm not kidding, this ending fascinates me. I can find something new to focus on every time I watch it.)

Best Comedy

Aharen is Indecipherable 

Police in a Pod

Spy x Family

Romantic Killer

Bocchi The Rock

Play It Cool Guys!

Honorable mention: Isekai Ojisan

Best Romance

Sasaki to Miyano

Love After World Domination

Kaguya-sama Love Is War season 3

My Dress Up Darling

Shikimori’s Not Just a Cutie

When Will Ayamu Make His Move?

Best Drama

Dance Dance Danseur (it might technically be a sports anime, but it certainly felt like a drama in the second half)

Attack on Titan the Final Season part 2

Summertime Rendering

Shadows House season 2

Made in Abyss season 2

Akiba Maid War

Honorable mention: Golden Kamuy season 4 (I don’t care if it had to go on hiatus, it deserves to be recognized)

Best Action (I usually judge this category based on how good the action in the show is, rather than the show as a whole)

Demon Slayer Entertainment District arc

Lycoris Recoil

Mob Psycho 100 season 3

Bleach: Thousand Year Blood War

Chainsaw Man

Cyberpunk: Edgerunners 

Best Fantasy

King’s Ranking cour 2

Shadows House season 2

Sabikui Bisco

Made In Abyss season 2

Vanitas no Carte season 2

To Your Eternity season 2

Honorable mention: Kokyu no Karasu (Raven of the Inner Palace)

Anime of the Year

Spy x Family

Demon Slayer Entertainment District Arc

Summertime Rendering

Chainsaw Man

Mob Psycho 100 season 3

Made In Abyss season 2

Honorable mention: Akiba Maid War (yes unironically)

But who cares what I think? What would you guys pick? Let’s see how much I match up with Crunchyroll!

[coreofgold]

@mvsicinthedvrk for Loid Forger

Quay wandered around, dazed and confused. He shouldn't be here ! He was stabbed right through with a tree branch, then flung back, rendered unconscious and probably burned because without the glamor his chest doesn't look like that, then resurrected but died alongside his wife when Avalir was overrun by chaos and fire and death and yet. . .here he is in. . .in this world. Anyone seeing him would clock how he is. There's dried blood all over his clothes and he looks like he went a few rounds with something. "Would. . .you happen to know where we are ?" Loquatius asks, sounding just as confused and dazed, which never happens to the changeling so this is new and not welcomed.

[night-heron-writes]

Fic gifted to: @risaimitchel (please enable gifts on ao3, friend!)

Rating: Teen

Warnings: None

Relationships: Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess

Characters: Loid Forger | Twilight, Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Background Characters (mentioned), Anya Forger (mentioned)

Additional Tags: Loid and Yor Briar Forger Are Eden Academy Students, TwiYor Gift Exchange, Angst, Fluff and Angst, starts fluffy and gets angsty, i am incapable of not writing angst, Passage of time, Pre-Canon, the events of canon still happen but Loid and Yor went to Eden Academy together, no beta we die like [redacted]'s mom, First love and loss, Missed Opportunities

Summary:

And Yor Briar, well, Loid thought she was pretty much perfect. She was full of contradictions, poised and confident one moment and shy and somewhat awkward the next. Her piercing red gaze always seemed to bore right through him, and if he was a little less in control of himself he might dare to say he had a bit of a crush on her. Unfortunately, that rendered him almost completely useless when it came to talking to her, much less flirting with her.

Yor currently had 7 Stella Stars and 7 Tonitrus Bolts, which was a constant source of stress for Loid. The next award or demerit would decide her fate at Eden: Imperial Scholar or expulsion. The two of them were working very hard to ensure the former and prohibit the latter, hence the daily study sessions in the library. Midterms were coming up, and both Stellas and Tonitruses were on the line.

[adorned-throne]

Meadow of Oaths.

Through the eyes of Hector Anworth-Blathe.

I’ve always imagined the better days that would come. When I could sit aside of you, palms upon the palms—we would talk through our beamed smiles. We spoke of all the places we would love to go if we could—at last. If I had known that these strings would be fractured and I shall be walking down with my dour, I would tell you that I’ve adored you more than anything.

The Overview.

Virgo’s flaring stars have solemnized my fate at the very first time I encountered your gaze. The hook renders my breath to be doomed and came to the tail end. Parchment be opened, I shall conceal myself beneath the persona of Lee Jongwon, which also be followed by Park Jongseong (Jay), Jung Wooyoung, Shim Jaeyoon (Jake), Yoon Jaehyuk, Sohn Youngjae (Eric), and Loid Forger. ESTJ be carved and bestowed as my burnt-offering. The plate has Act of Service and Words of Affirmation be written as a chant. Once in years, the odes also will be ushered through Indonesian, English, and Basic Dutch also— perhaps, those are what may beguiled All types of relationship as the Dominant.