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Pre-Trial Release Programs and Their Effectiveness in Reducing Prison Populations
Pre-trial release programs are a critical component of the criminal justice system in many countries, particularly in the United States. These programs allow individuals who have been arrested but not yet convicted of a crime to be released from custody while they await trial, rather than being held in jail. The primary goal of these programs is to ensure that defendants return for their court…

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I think the students were selected due to something with their genetic code, because when Sirei talks about how they're immortal, he talks about how the Revive O-Matic is locked-and-loaded with full copies of their genetic code, to recreate their bodies.
And why else would Sirei and his higher ups already have that?
#more specifically due to some kind of hemoanima compatibility i'd guess#a counterpoint to this theory is i am quite good at spotting things that have logical throughlines but are actually unrelated. don't even-#talk to me about dangan ronper 2 trial 3 LMAO#thllda demo spoilers#the hundred line#pre release speculation
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fiona apple is releasing a new song next week about the impact of pre-trial detention on especially Black mothers.visit lethergohome to learn about to learn about the injustices perpetrated against the 160,000 women and girls incarcerated in the united states every day and see a preview of fiona's upcoming song.
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HAVE YOU SEEN MY PANTIES?
pairing: satoru gojo x f!reader
summary: in a lazy, hot summer afternoon, it’s your boyfriend’s turn to do the laundry. but why doesn’t he respond when you’re asking where’s your panties?
warnings: +18, smut, nsfw, gojo is your boyfriend, needy! gojo, cute! gojo, fluff, nipple play, panties sniffling, masturbation (m), oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, sex (p in v), also based on a @/yunonoai’s comic!
wc: 2,128
“Babe, can you do the laundry? I have a call.”
“Sure,” Satoru replies, standing up from the couch where he was lazily lying down, chilling out in front of some tiktoks.
He steps towards the bathroom, the laundry hamper waiting for him to be emptied and washed. With a resigning sigh, he looks down at the heap of dirty clothes. One of them overhangs them all: your favorite panties — the one he bought you last month.
The lace surrounds with finesse the satin fabric of your favorite color.
So how can he not be hard at the only sight that reminds him how long you both haven’t had sex?
Fuck.
His breathing becomes heavier, each inhaling being a trial to not pay attention to the prominent bulge swelling down his gray jogging pants. Of course, the memory of your whimpers will always be like music to his ears, the fwap sounds of his cock buried deep, so deep, inside of your wet pussy, and his balls, so much filled with his cum and tightening when he's about to climax, slapping against your ass at each pound into you.
He is grouching now, at the edge of whining in need of your full attention — but of course, you needed to have a call at this very moment.
His hand twitches to his crotch, palming his already hard erection through the soft fabric of his pants, electricing at quiet moans, Satoru’s beautiful face wincing in pleasure. He swallows thick, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and gives in. With messy movements, he lifts up his black shirt to grab the hem at his watering mouth and muffle his cute sounds between his clenched teeth and jaw. The fresh air blow at his hard abs, making him tensing his belly with scorching skin.
His big, calloused hand fiddles with his erection, so ready to free himself from the torturous sensation of your pretty panties, which he holds between his fingers and brings to his nose to inhale your scent, which makes him like a little puppy for you. Satoru utters a desperate whimper and finally buries his hand under his clothes to release his quivering cock.
It’s much bigger than usual, beads of precum glistening on the angry red tip, and veins sinuating the flesh. Of course, it’s perfect. That’s why it will never seem strange to anyone to see him stroke himself. He lazily fucks his tight fist, picturing your sweet pussy as he closes his eyes, beads of sweat leaking from his temples a flush spreads all over his cheeks.
His length girth throbs between his digits, coursing waves of lust through him as Satoru quickens the pace, as the same as his heartbeat. Saliva damps the fabric of his black shirt, and the idea of substituting the hem of his shirt with your panties carries out straight away, increasing his arousal until it’s twitching in a maddened way. With each stroke, the pre spreads along his shaft to allow it to be lubricated, at the point that if you all of a sudden show up in the bathroom, you both can skip the foreplay but damn!
“Toru? Did you see my panties?” Your voice echoes through another room.
But he doesn’t answer anyway.
“Fuck,” he grunts in a quiet whine, “miss you so much, babe.” His balls tighten, following the next moment — and it doesn’t take that much time he expected, because a few seconds after he twists his wrist in an upstroke movement — the exact way you’d do to him — he’s already cumming on the heap of laundry, dirtying them even more they already were, puddles of a viscous liquid, spreading out in droplets as the orgasmic peak subsides.
Panting heavily, he doesn’t hear you burst into the bathroom as you exclaim, “Satoru? You serious? Look at the state of the laundry now!”
With a swift gesture, he removes your panties from his mouth and turns his head suddenly towards you. He’s unable to justify himself and simply watches your disapproving pout ruffle your pretty lips. “Sorry babe, I'll clean it up.” He also notes how your mere presence makes him hard immediately despite having softened a moment earlier with the moment of “relief” he wished to provide for himself.
“Where are my panties?” you ask a second time as you rummage, eyebrows furrowed, through the basket of dirty laundry.
Satoru rubs the back of your neck nervously and hesitates to hide your underwear in his palm. “Uh... here,” he murmurs softly, slightly discomfited as you pinch the bridge of your nose in exasperation.
“You’re that much needy?”
Satoru looks down, a little boyish pout on his lips that breaks your heart. “Sorry...”
Your frown softens. “Oh, um— No, Toru, please don’t gimme that look,” you whisper, walking over to him, your hands instinctively cupping his cheeks to make him look down at you. “I’m sorry, my love. You need to tell me when you need me, okay?”
Satoru nods slowly, still guiltily pouting. “Can I have you? Please? Just one round, I swear I’ll be gentle,” he murmurs.
His request makes your lips curl up. “My boy does want me? You’re cute, almost begging like this.” You graze a kiss on his cheek. “Get on your knees.”
“Like that?” His knees make contact with the floor, his cock still outside his dangling jogging suit. He so fucking cute, listening to you so obediently.
“Good boy,” you coo, sliding pants down your thighs. Your black panties hug the swell of your hips, your intoxicating scent spreading toward Satoru’s nostrils.
He moves towards you using his knees to grip your hips and sniff your scent once more. The action makes you giggle so much that it makes you suck in a breath when he pulls down your underwear to kiss your groin. “Love you,” he whispers. “I want to taste you, please.”
“Satoru, just wait I—” But he cuts you off, darting out his tongue to lick a strip enough to feel your bundle of nerves. A moan escapes your lips, driving your breath as crazy as he’s doing with his skillful mouth.
“You’re dripping,” Satoru comments, kissing your lower lips swiftly before grabbing you by the thighs and lifting you up, dropping you off the washing machine. “Spread your legs,” he mumbled, all needy and flushed to eat you out.
And how long he hadn’t—
It’s like he’s drunk on you, ignoring your moans and whimpers as he rests his cheeks on your inner thigh to wrap his wrist around your thighs. His fingertips dig into the flesh of your thighs, trapping you firmly. “Keep ‘em spread, baby,” he purrs, lapping your soaked core and sensitive, puffy clit. “It tastes s’good, I’ve missed you.”
His dick twitches and throbs afterward, your sweet sounds re-hardening him and making him more swollen than he was even after the few rubs he did to relieve himself.
“Hmm, ah, Satoru, you—” you trail off, throwing back your head against the wall, your hands grabbing the washing machine’s edge until your knuckles turn white. “I’ll be close, I—” you babble, and the realization of how much not having sex with him for so long is turning you into a virgin-like. And also, the clenching feeling of your pussy, lips parting and closing around nothing hits you so hard.
You need to cum on his cock.
“Satoru, stop,” you gasp, your fingers snaking gently through his white lock and tugging them carefully.
He stops the moment after your whine reaches his ears — a sound ringing like music to his ear. “But… I haven’t made you come yet,” he murmurs, rubbing your clit slowly with his forefinger and middle finger. His cute pout is now begging you to give him grace.
“I want to cum on your dick,” you clarify, leaning in, your lips pressing down a gentle, loving kiss on this beautiful forehead of him.
“You sure? I haven’t stretched you beforehand.” He rises from his former crouching position and holds his sensitive length closer to your core.
“I don’t mind, I just want you right now,” you blow out, kissing his free hand.
Satoru blushes — and oh, how can anyone fall in love with this cute little face you want to madly shower with cuddles and kisses? “Can we put it in while I kiss you?” he requests, bringing his lips closer to yours.
You let out a little laugh, pressing a first kiss on his lips. “You’re so cute.”
But something makes your eyes drop lower, and you feel it. Satoru’s hand holds his shaft enough well to tap the tip and the length below on your core, teasing your squelching cunt.
“C’mon, don’t tease me, I want you n— Ah!” He shuts you down by crashing his lips on yours and sliding himself easily in you, stretching you impossibly wide. “S-Satoru, you’re bigger than usual,” you whimper.
Your hands grab his broad shoulder, nails sinking in his compressed black shirt, lips moving on their own to taste yourself on his wet lips. His tender tongue asks to enter you, and you allow him, soft strokes on each other’s tongue.
Satoru moans in the melting kiss, waiting for you to adjust, and starts gentle back and forth hips moves, hissing through his teeth by the sweet, delicious tightness of yours. “You feel so good,” he squeals between kisses. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” You gasp, swallowing hard because of the different paces your brain can’t focus on — stolen kisses and perfect pounds into you. It’s so deep, so mastered, that it’s driving you mad and making you see stars.
Breaking the kiss, Satoru wraps his muscled arms around your back and encircles you flush against him, your heartbeat matching with his, and your fingernails slide down his back as you almost lose strength and balance every time his tip brushes against your cervix, etching red scratch marks for sure on his back as soon as he will remove his shirt.
With another buck before pulling out fully, he slides back in and manages to reach your deepest point, making your back arch and cry out. “Satoru, please, I’m so close,” you whine, wincing because of his hips rocking in you faster and harder.
The washing machine sways to the same rhythm, threatening to give way under your weight. Your heavy, ragged breaths fill the air in a kind of steam room. Blood beats at your ears, your gummy walls clenching around his long, big dick without ceasing and have mercy for you.
But as if that wasn’t enough, Satoru slides your top off with a swift movement of his hand to free one of your breasts and taste the nipple. He sucks hard, tongue pulling and swirling at the nub like no other. The action makes you roll your eyes, the overstimulation engulfing you like a wave would.
He then uses his head to tease your nipple with a gentle tug, his cerulean-blue eyes captivated by your curve. You squeal, your walls swallowing up his thrusts inside you, tightening more and more until he gives in and takes you back into his arms, but this time with a hand under your thigh to lift it up and enable him to reach an even more precise and deep angle, making you scream out his name.
“Baby, I’m gonna cum,” Satoru warns you, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, and his jaw tense from clenching. “Please, where—”
“Inside me, Satoru,” you whimper in the hollow of his neck, closing your eyes before the following ride crashes the two of you.
Pussy clenching around his length, you squirt on him with a small cry, and Satoru does likewise, twitching as he grunts and his hips jerk to reach your womb and fill you up with his cum.
Muscles trembling from the aftermath, you pant against him, as weak as after an intense workout. “I’ve missed you so much,” Satoru whispers in your ear, in the same state as you. His large, quaking hands stroke your hair, soothing you.
White strings escape from your full, swollen-lipped pussy, the sound of trickling filling the silence of the room.
“I promise I’ll do the laundry, but please, can we have cuddles?” Satoru demands, blinking down at you with puppy-dog eyes.
You rest your cheek on his shoulder and nod, a smile stretching your lips, as you reach out to stroke his cheek.
“Of course, my baby.”
DING DONG.
The ringing of the front door echoes in your ears and a memory pops into your head, slapping you in the face.
“Wasn’t Suguru supposed to come to borrow the washing machine here because his is broken?”
Satoru froze, flickering his eyes. “Huh?”
a/n: feelin to write something cute and smutty haha! i think writing things easy like this is unwinding me.
see how he’s so cute? 🥹 pls God give me one…

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I know nobody cares, but...
Marvel picked MY fucking short story, "Lost Cause," to be the official excerpt for the updated announcement of the Captain America: The Shield of Sam Wilson anthology.
No, really, look: https://www.marvel.com/articles/culture-lifestyle/captain-america-the-shield-of-sam-wilson-features-original-short-stories-excerpt-cover
I'm fucking shocked they picked mine. What a tremendous honor to represent our boy. <3
On the off chance someone cares, info below!

As a Black man in America, Sam Wilson knows he has to be twice as good to get half as much credit. He must be a paragon of virtue for a nation that has mixed feelings towards him. In these thirteen brand-new stories, the all-new Captain America must thwart an insurrectionist plot, travel back in time, foil a racist conspiracy, and save the world over and over again.
As the Falcon, Sam Wilson was the first African American super hero in mainstream comic books. Sam’s trials and tribulations reflect the struggles many Black Americans go through today, as Sam balances fighting supervillains and saving the world with the difficulties of being the first Black Captain America. This action-packed anthology inspired by the Marvel comic book universe, will see Sam team up with familiar friends like Steve Rogers, Redwing and Nomad, while fighting HYDRA, Sabretooth, Kingpin, and other infamous villains.
These are stories of death-defying courage, Black love and self-discovery. These are the stories of a super hero learning what it means to be a symbol. These are the stories of Sam Wilson.
Release date: January 14, 2025
Pre-order now in ebook, hardcover, or audiobook: https://www.amazon.com/Captain-America-Shield-Sam-Wilson/dp/1803363878
And can I pretty please get some notes? PWEASE? Struggling indie black author here, just saying.
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Chase Leonard Bomar, California inmate BV7380, born 1998, incarceration intake August 2023 at age 24, sentenced 16 years to life, scheduled release date not published, parole eligible August 2029
Murder
In July 2023, a year after a jury found brothers Chase and Cody (California inmate BV7381) Bomar guilty of second-degree murder in the 2018 killing of their former roommate Jeremy Fortuin, the brothers were sentenced.
Both Bomars were sentenced to 16 years to life in prison, including a one-year enhancement for being armed with a deadly weapon. As the second-degree murder charge is a serious, violent felony offense, it counts as a first strike for both Bomars and would count as an enhancement in future trials in accordance with California's "three strikes" law. If the Bomars do attain release in the future, they will be subject to a lifetime term of parole or post-release community supervision.
Though the Bomar brothers' weeks-long jury trial concluded July 19, 2022, a series of rescheduled dates led to the delayed sentencing that finally unfolded.
Before their sentences were delivered, the court held a 'Franklin hearing' for the Bomar siblings; at the time of Fortuin's murder, Chase was 19 and Cody was 21. Taking into consideration their young age and a letter of recommendation from the brothers' pre-trail release officer, the Judge was called upon to rule if the Bomars' case constituted as unusual, which would allow for the two to be placed on probation rather than sent to prison.
Evidence proffered during the hearing included a letter from the release officer, a psychiatric analysis and a letter from Cody that expressed his remorse. Though the pair were young at the time of the crime and had no significant prior history of criminal offenses (Chase had a prior juvenile offense and had successfully served his probation), the Judge's analysis led her to decide against the possibility of probationary release for either brother.
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I just watched this old trailer of Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair and I found some neat oddities in it.
This trailer was uploaded to YouTube on July 12th, 2012. Two weeks before the release date, July 26th 2012.
First off, the trailer shows the first class trial. What's notable is that the Ultimate Imposter is still alive and present at it.
I google translated a few lines from the trial in the video and the ones I did were identical to what was said in the final game. So I believe that the first trial in this trailer is largely the same as in the final game, only difference is that they swapped Imposter's death portrait with his actual sprite so to not spoiler that he is the victim.
Next, several CGs from the final game are seen in this trailer but only for a few frames. I'll show off the most interesting ones.
This CG from Chapter 1. It shows Mikan eating sausages. In the final version of the game, this CG was edited so Mikan isn't eating anything.
Funnily enough, this isn't the first time a CG of the party was edited to not have someone eat food. This CG with Hiyoko in it shows her with a drink but an older version of this same CG shows Hiyoko holding a plate of food.
Remnants of this CG is still in the final game. Maybe they were included in by accident by someone on the dev team not paying close enough attention to which CGs they need to insert.
This old CG is seen in the credits.
And in this truth bullet for the party food.

The reason why these edits are made is becuase in the trial, it's said that only Peko and Akane have eaten the food. If any other character is seen eating food in the CGs, that would make a plothole.
This does show that during the development of DR2, the CGs were competed first before the trials were fully completed, since the CGs had to be edited in order to fit one of the debate topics for the trial.
Next up, the trailer shows an old version of the Jabberwock Island Guidebook for a single frame.
And then later on in the trailer, there are several frames showing off end game stuff. Stuff that would be massive spoilers if you had context for them.
Like the Ultimate Imposter's Student Profile.
Neo World Program and The Tragedy of Hope's Peak Manga.
And this CG of the survivors entering the Graduation Exam Site.
This last one is special as this CG isn't even in the final game but the assets for this CG are still included in the files.
I tried my best to recreate this CG using the files. It's not 100% accurate but it's very close.
And finally, the trailer shows a few frames of the Pre-Class Trial Portraits. There's no cropping applied to the character portraits so they overlap one another.
I will compare the trailer screenshots with images of the trial portraits from this 4gamer article.



And that's it. Pretty cool stuff.
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Destroyer of Worlds (Thrawn x reader)
I missed writing for the doofus.
Warnings: she/her pronouns, reader is mayhaps a war criminal? (unsure), interrogation, Thrawn and Reader are playing 4d chess with each other, no Y/N, can be read as Platonic or Pre-Relationship
"Doctor, so good to see you." Yularen's voice was warm as he settled into his seat, "how have you been?" He asked, his folded hands coming to rest on the table in front of him.
"Been better, in all honesty, Colonel," The 'doctor' replied with a weary smile, her hands also folded on the table before her. "I'd shake your hand but, ah," she lifted her hands up and jangled the binders hung on her wrists.
Yularen smiled ruefully, a sad look in his eyes that caught Thrawn's attention, "I wish we were meeting under better circumstances," The doctor bowed her head and mumbled a soft 'me too' that Thrawn barely caught.
"I assume you'll introduce me to your companion here?" She asked, raising her head sharply. Her eyes landed on Thrawn and he couldn't help the feeling that settled over him. Her eyes were so...piercing. He felt examined beneath her gaze. The chiss found himself speaking before Yularen could.
"I am Admiral Mitth'raw'nuroudo," he said evenly, meeting the young woman's gaze head on, "but you may address me as Thrawn for the time being."
"Thrawn," she repeated, testing the sound in her mouth. He could see the gears turning in her mind, searching for an origin she could never know. "I'm afraid your name is not familiar to me, nor is your species. You're not a Pantoran, are you?"
Thrawn smiled despite having heard the comparison a hundred times before. Somehow, he sensed the young doctor before him was being ironic. "No, I am not. I am a chiss."
She hummed, "A chiss, huh? Can't say I've ever heard of your species, I'm afraid." She looked away from him then, returning her gaze to Yularen. Thrawn felt his brow start to furrow as he realized - she was lying. "Now, tell me, Admiral, what am I here for?"
Yularen sighed and leaned back in his seat, a weariness on him that Thrawn was not sure he'd ever seen in the man before. "You know why you're here, Doctor."
"Pretend I don't, sir." The doctor smacked her lips, leaning forward on the table. For a moment, Thrawn wasn't sure Yularen would answer her. They sat in silence for a few seconds, each eyeing each other with the same mix of respect and reservation.
Eventually, Yularen broke. "You are here because you have been accused of treason against the Empire." The man said evenly. His voice was cool and professional, contrasting with the personable way he had spoken to her mere moments ago.
While Thrawn knew of this woman before him, he couldn't say he was an expert on her by any stretch of the word. But he could tell for certain that she was not surprised. Her lips drew into a thin line and Thrawn could see the slight indents of her teeth as she worked her bottom lip. She had something to say but was physically restraining herself.
"Luckily," Yularen continued when it became clear that the doctor was not going to say anything, "Moff Tarkin has agreed to let me make you an offer instead of taking you to trial."
Now, that had surprised her. Thrawn watched as her eyebrows twitched up and she released her lip. "An offer?" She repeated, glancing momentarily at Thrawn. A small spark of appreciation blinked to life in his mind, she'd caught on very quickly.
"Colonel Yularen has told me much about your career, Doctor," Thrawn began, pulling her attention to him, "I believe you would be instrumental in the completion of a project I am working on."
She stared at him for a long time and Thrawn couldn't help but feel pierced once again. Her eyes held an intensity he didn't know how to describe. It was clinical and nonchalant all at once. He could feel her studying him as he regarded her. She didn't trust him, that was obvious, but she wasn't dismissing him outright.
"What kind of 'project'?" She asked at length, still holding him in that analytical stare.
Thrawn found himself leaning toward her, his voice dropping quieter, as he quickly pieced together what she wanted to hear. "In order for me to tell you, you would have to agree to cut all rebel ties."
She scoffed, looking away from him as she leaned back in her chair. "I don't have any rebel ties, Admiral." Another lie? Thrawn thought but immediately cast the thought aside. She didn't think it was a lie, he could tell. A sadness hid beneath her denial.
"Your Republic ties then." He amended, glancing at Yularen.
"Can't say I have any of those either, Admiral." She looked back at him for a moment before sliding her gaze to Yularen, "Unless you want to count the ones who joined the cause." Yularen cleared his throat at that and Thrawn knew that was her attempt to poke at a nerve. An attempt that had unfortunately hit its mark. Thrawn held up a hand to stop Yularen from retaliating.
"Colonel," he began, "would you mind giving us the room?"
"As you wish, Admiral," Yularen said quietly as he rose from his seat. "Good luck," With three quick steps, the older man crossed from the table in the center of the interrogation room to the door. It hissed open and slid closed ominously behind him.
Alone together, Thrawn and the doctor did nothing but eye each other for several long minutes. Her eyes flicked from him to the door a few times but she showed no other sign of apprehension at the sudden leveling of the playing fields. At length, she was the one to break her vigil.
"Alright, now tell me what this project of yours is." She demanded, crossing her legs beneath the table.
"You have not given up your ties." He pointed out.
"You haven't made a good enough offer."
Thrawn smiled, "Am I to believe you would sell yourself out that simply?"
"Believe what you like, Admiral. I know you won't let Tarkin kill me." Her face was stony and Thrawn knew in that moment that he would never have her full loyalty. But, maybe that would work.
"Do you know that?" He asked simply and watched as she stifled a roll of her eyes.
"If you didn't need something from me, I wouldn't be here. And as long as I have what you and Yularen need, you won't let Tarkin touch me." She shrugged her shoulders, "It's a simple enough arrangement."
"So you already know what I need then?" He asked, steepling his fingers against his lips.
"I have a working theory." She answered simply.
Thrawn hummed, to himself, "Yes, I believe you do." Placing his hands on the table, Thrawn rose to his feet. "What do you know about Director Orson Krennic?"
"Not much," She shrugged her shoulders and kicked her feet up onto the table to lean her chair back, "He was an upstart Lieutenant during the Clone Wars, ambitious, smart enough."
"You worked with him." Thrawn stated, starting a slow lap around the cramped little room.
"Yularen gave you my file." She watched him as he walked. "Yes, he was part of the Corps."
"As were you."
"For a time."
"You were a director, correct?" He was behind her now and could see her shrug one shoulder before she answered.
"I was only an advisor." She answered, glancing over her shoulder.
"Now, Doctor," Thrawn chided, "you and I both know that's not quite true."
"You have my file, Admiral, if you look it up you'll see it clearly states I was only brought on as an advisor." Her voice grew firm, sharper than it had been all day.
Thrawn rounded her left side and noticed how she refused to look at him. "You're a clever woman, do you really believe I do not understand how our titles seldom encapsulate all we do?"
"As far as I see it, I earned my title - you got yours from a galaxy wide bully." She put her feet down, the legs of her chair slamming down on the floor.
"So you hold ill will towards the Empire?" Thrawn pressed, coming around to face her again.
"I wish no harm upon the Empire. I simply disagree with some of the Emperor's methods." She hissed.
Thrawn placed his hands on the table between them, using his height to impose upon the woman. "Did you or did you not serve in the Grand Army of the Republic, Doctor?"
"Not in an official capacity, no." She was looking up at him now and he could see the anger brewing behind her eyes.
"But you worked with the Corps of Engineers."
"I was an advisor they brought in - an independent."
"So you held no loyalty during the war?"
"Not on paper, no."
"Not on paper?"
"No, I worked with the Republic but that was all."
"Did you ever work for the Separatists?"
"No." She was looking down now but her voice was still irate.
"Why not?" He started to sit down.
"I don't kno-"
"Would you have worked for them?"
"I suppose-"
"You suppose? What stopped you?" he interrupted.
He saw her right hand twitch into a fist. "I'm not sure-"
"Did you think they did not have a real plight?"
"No-"
"No you didn't or no you thought they did?"
"No, I did-I thought-I...The Republic offered-"
"The Republic offered you something the Separatists could not." He finished for her and watched her take a steadying breath. Her body temperature was rising. He was getting under her skin, he could see it. "If the Separatists offered you freedom, would you have worked for them?"
She did not answer.
Thrawn paused, realizing she had caught on to his line of questioning. That was alright, he had expected its effectiveness to wear off on her, anyways. "Yularen told me about you, Doctor. How you had carved a name for yourself as a masterful ship designer." She did not meet his eye. "How he found you, wasting your talents on repairing lowly maintenance droids." He looked away from her and out the observation window where Yularen stood, looking in. "How long did you have to scrounge? The Coruscant underbelly is not kind to those born low." She tucked her hands in her lap so Thrawn couldn't see her hands ball into fists. Thrawn leaned close to her. "How many weapons did the Republic force you to build?" She looked up at him. Had her hands not been bound, Thrawn was certain she would have attempted to strike him.
"How many would the Empire?" Her voice was pure ice. Thrawn pulled back slowly. "Turn the mic off." She demanded, not breaking her concentration from him. Thrawn slowly reached under the table to turn the recorder trapped on its underside off. "Thank you, Thrawn." She said simply, returning her hands, now folded together, to the top of the table. She was not looking at him but Thrawn didn't think it was out of shame. She was calculating her next move, piecing together what needed to be said in this moment. "Yularen didn't find me. I broke into the Republic compound topside to steal some parts."
"What parts?" Thrawn leaned closer, holding his hands together as well.
The woman shrugged non-noncommittally, "All sorts - I was building a ship for myself to get off world."
"Who caught you?"
"Anakin Skywalker." She laughed ruefully. "I'm not sure why he was there but he detained me on the spot. There was an investigation that led the Republic to my warehouse."
"Yularen vouched for you?"
"Tarkin, actually." She finally looked up at him and Thrawn could see the grief behind her eyes. "Back when he was decent, anyways." She sucked on her teeth for a moment before resuming. "He pointed out that it would be better to press me into service instead of letting me rot. I earned my doctorate with the Corps."
"You did not join the Republic willingly?" He tilted his head. She shook hers.
"Then why are you loyal to them now?"
She was thoughtful, staring off into some unknown point in the room while she mulled over her answer. Thrawn took the opportunity to examine her more closely. Her face had lost the shine of youth - replaced by the shadow of maturity that hung heavy on her heart. She had seen horrors, she had made most of them.
"Why are you here, Thrawn?" Her question surprised him for a moment. "Chiss aren't known to interact with our side of the galaxy."
Thrawn felt his eyebrows raise. He had known she'd lied to him but he was surprised she came clean about it. "My reasons are my own, Doctor."
"As are mine." She answered, finally meeting his eye again. "What kind of project are you working on?"
He bowed his head. They had reached an accord at last. "One that should significantly reduce civilian casualties going forward."
"The Death Star cannot be made, Thrawn."
"I agree, Doctor. That's why I need your help. You worked with Orson Krennic on the early construction of the weapon. You know it's faults better than anyone else."
"You want me to stop him?" She asked, genuine surprise in her voice and Thrawn felt a small twinge in his heart. She sounded almost hopeful. Was he the first one to agree with her?
"That would be treason, Doctor." He said simply and watched her smile fade. "I need you to help prove it to the Emperor." The doctor stared at him, so he continued. "The Death Star is too costly and presents an obvious target. I am working on a series of Tie-fighters that would make all combat more effective, thus eliminating the need for such a weapon."
"You would only target military?" He bowed his head and watched the gears turn within hers. "You're not loyal to the Empire." She whispered under her breath. Thrawn felt himself smile.
"I have greater allegiances." He reached a hand out to her. The doctor examined his palm for a moment, her thoughts unknown before she slowly clasped her hand around his.
"I will help you, Thrawn." She said carefully, looking him in the eye. "So long as the galaxy is at stake."
"I appreciate your cooperation, Doctor. We will have much work to do." He squeezed her hand tightly and watched a small smile creep into her lips. At length, he released her hand. "Shall I invite Yularen back in?" When she nodded, Thrawn rose to his feet and crossed to the door to let the Colonel back in.
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Uncontrolled Instincts: Vergil x Male Reader
MINORS DNI; THIS IS FOR ADULTS ONLY
SERIOUSLY, GO AWAY!
SUMMARY: The eldest son of Sparda has been through many trials and tribulations within his almost fifty years of life. Despite this, Vergil was still learning about the different ways his heritage could bring him to his wit's end-- how it could bring him to his knees and leave him completely and utterly at your mercy.
BEGINNING NOTES: Requested by @kasianthus on Tumblr! (Sorry this took so long--didn't know if should still stage because of that so sorry if you aren't really into DMC anymore in the like year this took lmao sorry) This legit has been sitting half-finished for months (Like this was requested way back on March 5th lmfao); so I figured I should probably finish it lmfao 🦢💧🦢 Top/Dom Vergil x Sub/Bottom Male reader Pre-established relationship Semi-mindless smut with a lil' fluff Lots of smut--like a ton. Rut (Vergil); the reader is unaware of this being a thing in devils Minor scent kink Small masturbation scene (Vergil) Mating/Breeding kink (Possessive of the reader) Biting/Blood (Bleeding?) kink: Vergil bites hard enough to draw blood (he is a devil after all) then does some kind of painful stuff--it’s not very long or anything but I figured it is important to mention. Bruising + Scratching Minor Oral (blowjob; Reader receiving.) Monster fucker stuff; dick sleeve/slit stuff, etc. Devil Trigger sex Overstimulation Knotting 💧🦢💧 >Unrealistic sizes for his Triggered dick(s)--just let me have fun. If you want actual sizes, go to Vergil’s H/C chapter. >Because of the mental state Vergil’s in, he’s a bit sappy--almost reminiscent of V--during some parts. >I used the concept art from DMC 5 as a reference for Vergil’s (regular) Devil Trigger; figured I should put that here to avoid any confusion (since it’s very different from his 3-design and semi-different than his 4-design). Dante’s 5 DT has pupils so Vergil’s does too (even though the concept art doesn’t; neither does Dante’s concept art btw).
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“That is an idiotic suggestion,” Vergil’s lip twitched as he lightly snarled, “Although I shouldn’t expect much else from you.”
“Yeah? Well, if you’re so damned smart,” Dante crossed his arms as he leaned back in his chair, scowling at Vergil, “Then what’s your plan.”
“I told you,” the blue devil squinted, “I can handle it alone.”
Dante slammed his hands down on his desk and shot up from his chair, “And as I have told you ,” he rounded to the front of his desk, leaning against it slightly, and stood face-to-face with his older brother, “ No, you can’t. ”
The devils stared at one another, growling while exchanging death glares. Amongst the loud snarling, however, a stressed-out sigh could be heard. Lady, who had grabbed a beer, was trying to ignore the twins' incessant bickering. She's been waiting for over an hour for Nico and Trish to swing by and pick her up and she was almost at her breaking point. Quietly, she tapped her fingers against the half-drunk bottle while grumbling to herself. A part of her felt like she was babysitting two toddlers rather than sitting at the establishment of two middle-aged devil hunters. As she raised the bottle to take a drink, a loud commotion behind her caught her attention. Slamming down the bottle, she whipped around with a venomous glare.
With hands wrapped around one another, the twins wrestled momentarily only to be cut abruptly by Vergil slamming Dante’s back through the railing and treads of the staircase. A loud strangled coughing came from Dante as one of the metal bars speared him through the chest, splattering Vergil’s face with a trace amount of blood.
“What is wrong with you two?!" Lady’s tolerance had finally run out, "I just fucking fixed yesterday's damage!” She stood from her seat, arms crossed.
Hearing her irate tone, Vergil released Dante’s neck from his grasp and stood up; not saying a word.
Dante groaned, looking up at his twin, “Lil’ help?” He stuck out his hand which Vergil used to yank Dante back to his feet.
Vergil straightened his coat, “I think I will take my leave for today-”
“Good,” Dante shifted uncomfortably, placing a hand over the gaping hole in his middle, feeling it slowly repair itself, “Can’t stand you being so pissy.”
Lady pinched the bridge of her nose, “You are no better, Dante. Both of you are acting like children.”
“I am not,” Dante huffed.
Vergil glared at his brother from the corner of his eye before strutting towards the garage door, “I am leaving,” he stopped after he was slightly past Lady and turned over to his shoulder, addressing her, "Contact me only if necessary.”
With that, Vergil left The Devil May Cry.
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Upon opening the front door to your shared home, Vergil instantly felt a heavy hazy heat spread throughout his limbs. He took a slow deep breath as he stood in the entryway, trying to get a hold of himself. Unhurriedly, he hung his coat and slid off his boots, mumbling to himself about his next move. He decided that a shower may ease his mind as he wandered into the cozy co-inhabited home.
The blue devil warily looked around, trying to avoid you. Eventually, he found you in the bedroom, making things difficult, since he needed to stop in there for clothing. He peered in through the door and saw that you were lying on your stomach, reading a book while softly humming. From where he was standing, he got a perfect view of your ass, only worsening his issue .
Vergil shook his head and took a deep breath trying to deter his thoughts; only after which did he realize that getting a deep whiff of your scent was perhaps the worst thing he could do at the moment. He stood with a scrunched face and closed eyes as he tried to ground himself, doing his best to ignore the overwhelming perverse thoughts eating at him, and the fiery feeling spreading to his lower half.
You turned over and sat at the edge of the bed, dangling your legs over the edge, “Hey-! You’re home early,” you flashed him a cheerful smile that quickly fell as you got nothing but silence in return, “Everything alright, Vergil?”
“Yes, everything is fine,” Vergil’s eyes avoided yours and his answer was quick and emotionless.
You raised a brow at his seemingly discombobulated reaction, “You sure?”
He nodded and moved to grab some casual clothing from the dresser, “I am going to shower.”
Your brow raised further, “Okay..?”
Vergil looked over to you as if he were going to speak but closed his mouth, turned away from you, and left.
In the brief moments that your eyes met with his, you noticed the small bits of dried blood on his clothes and face. It was probably Dante’s, knowing how much the two had been fighting the past week or so; however, that didn’t make it any better nor did it ease your mind. You slid off the bed, and placed the book on the nightstand, leaving the room. Unhurriedly, you meandered down the hall as you mulled through what could have upset Vergil so much.
As of late, he's been in such a sour mood that he barely even says "Good morning" or "Good night", not to mention the lack of physical affection. He hasn't even been sleeping in the bedroom with you, "preferring” to sleep on the couch. A frown decorated your face as a wicked thought echoed in your mind, "What if he is distancing himself so he can disappear…"
You shook your head, "He'd never do that, he loves me... Right?"
With another shake of your head, you decided that you were going to talk with him once he's finished his shower.
When Vergil entered the restroom, he lazily tossed his change of clothes off to the side and turned the shower faucet as cold as he could. While the water ran, he stripped down and neatly placed his worn clothing in the hamper.
Just being in your presence had made him unbearably hard and was driving him up the wall. It seems even the Dark Slayer isn’t able to conquer his instincts, much to his vexation.
A quiet hiss left his lips as he stepped under the icy water. Vergil’s skin was beyond sweltering, being so hot that it was bothering him; a man whose body runs on average at around 120°F (49°C). The contrast between him and the nearly frozen water created a sauna-esc environment--fog quickly filling the room. As he washed his face off, he stared mindlessly at the wall. He’d never experienced something like this before; and, to be quite frank, it's exhausting. The sheer amount of emotional ups and downs was enough to make him nauseous. Not to mention that he’d been avoiding any sort of affection towards or with you for nearly a week.
It all mixed up into a hellish disaster that Vergil just wanted to end. Tired of the immense toll this was taking on him, in every way possible.
With folded arms, he stood facing the water as a small discontent grumble left his lips. He had hoped that the cold water would have killed his hard-on; however, it didn’t. Now he was just miserably standing under frigid water with a rigid cock.
Vergil let out a low growl of irritation, his face scrunching into a grimace as he lightly pinched the bridge of his nose. Despite not being one for masturbation, he decided to try and handle his urges alone. He ran his hands up his face and then slowly back down, sighing loudly. Then he turned around and leaned his forehead against the wall, the water now beating against his back; a feeling that would have most definitely troubled him if he weren’t so worked up.
His brow furrowed as he shut his eyes, placing one hand on the wall and the other around his throbbing dick. Slowly, his hand moved at the thought of what he’d do to you if only you were here harshly pinned between the wall and him.
The feeling of you squirming underneath him as he bit down on your neck. Your groans as he shoves himself inside your tight hole. The feeling of your hands in his hair, pulling it in ecstasy. How deep and hard he would pound your insides. Growling obscene and perverse comments into your ear and watching you react; feeling you react. Folding you as he bent your legs up as far as he could, his nails digging into your skin.
Vergil wanted nothing more than to claim you --to breed you --to leave you unable to move and full to the brim with his cum.
The blue devil’s face scrunched further with every quickening stroke, trying to reach his peak, “Ngh- ha~” A frustrated whine of a huff escaped his nose as he bit down on his lip.
Unknowingly, he started bucking his hips into his hand in pursuit of the tantalizingly close orgasm. However, try as he may, it never came; all he managed to do was work himself up even further and nearly break his fingers from how hard he was pressing against the tiles.
After what seemed like an eternity, he removed his hand from his cock and just stood there with his eyes closed. He placed his face against his bicep with a deep exasperated inhale, trying to figure out a solution that wouldn’t involve him explaining what was happening.
A soft knock at the door caused Vergil to choke on his exhale, “Vergil, you alright? You’ve been in there for over an hour…”
Although you didn’t care how long he took, it was a bit concerning when his longest shower ever was fifteen minutes . In combination with how he was earlier, you were well within your right to worry.
He felt his cock twitch at the sound of your voice as he ran his thumb across his tip, doing his best to subvert the idea of asking you to join him, “I am fine,” he straightened his posture with a small sigh, “I will be out momentarily.”
The blue devil waited to hear you walk away before he turned off the water and stepped out. He dried off and slid on his black boxer briefs and an indigo t-shirt. Then, as per usual, he went to pomade his hair but found his tin completely exhausted. Vergil balled up his hands, his nails lightly puncturing his palms in anger. In his heated departure from the shop, he had completely forgotten to pick some up before returning home. In a vain attempt at normalcy, he used the dampness from the shower to slick it back.
Then the real issue became apparent. He needed to figure out how to hide his excitement . The blue devil mulled over different ideas as he moved his jaw back and forth. It was then that he noticed he, unintentionally, grabbed a baggy set of grey sweatpants; ones that would be able to hide most of his painfully aching flesh if he wore them just right and tucked himself in a very specific way.
After a few attempts, he managed to get it right and looked at himself in the mirror; it was barely noticeable, allowing him to take a sigh of relief. As he opened the door, he was able to place where you were in the house by the sound of your heart, you were in the living room. Knowing that if he saw you he’d lose the struggle with himself, he quickly slipped into his study; which was right between the bathroom and bedroom.
The Dark Slayer quietly shut the door and turned on a desk lamp. The room wasn’t anything too elaborate or fancy; it only contained three bookshelves, a small desk, and Vergil’s favorite chair. The blue devil grabbed his current book from the desk and sat down, making the plastic ever-so-slightly creak underneath him. With the lick of his fingertips, Vergil paged through to where he had left off in the novel.
After nearly ten minutes of re-reading the same page over and over, Vergil slammed the book shut with a growl. At this point, his body was beyond burning with lust and he wanted nothing more than to soothe his pulsating cock. Moving his jaw in thought, he debated trying to relieve his itch again; however, before he could decide, a gentle knock came from the door.
“Vergil..?” your voice was barely audible.
In a panic, Vergil snapped back, “What?” He scrunched his face and pursed his lips in immediate regret at how he answered.
There was a moment of silence before he heard you sigh, “Never mind, sorry; didn’t mean to bother you. I’ll leave you be.”
As you began to walk away, Vergil bolted up from his seat; upsetting you was the last thing he wanted to do. Opening the door as quickly as possible, he called out to you, “Wait-!”
You turned around; only a dozen or so strides away. With a brow raised in curiosity, you noted how disheveled Vergil looked: between his outfit, hair, and how overall ragged he looked you knew something was wrong. The two of you stood staring at one another for a minute or so; neither of you being sure what to say or do next.
The blue devil turned from your gaze to look down, shifting awkwardly, “I…” he stood with his lips slightly parted and shifted once more.
You took a few steps towards him, “Is something wrong, Vergil?”
He shook his head ‘no’ and tensed his shoulders, “Stay back,” although he intended it to sound commanding, it sounded more like he was pleading.
Your brow creased, “Why?”
That was the million-dollar question, wasn’t it?
The intense aching in his body only worsened by being near you, he scrunched his face trying to block out his insatiable yearning for you, “I can’t-” Vergil looked up from the flooring to you as he spoke softly, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“What does that-” you shook your head, “Vergil, what is going on?” You continued to steadily and carefully approach the high-strung man.
With every step you took, his body tensed up further and further. Part of him wanted to run as far from you as possible, ashamed and afraid of his need; the other wanted nothing more than to slam you against the floor and let into his sinful primal desires. He closed his eyes and took a deep steading breath; doing neither of those things--unintentionally allowing you to get closer.
You stood only two or so strides away and were able to hear a faint growling, “My Love?” When you went to grab his hand, his eyes snapped open.
Vergil jolted backward and hit the still-open study door that was behind him… which broke it right off its hinges with a loud cracking thud. You flinched at the sudden loud noise and pulled your hand back.
He turned to his side slightly to look down at the broken door, “Fantastic…” he then turned back to you with a sigh, “Forgive me, I-”
That’s when he noticed where you were staring at his body.
You squinted and pursed your lips, doing your best to stifle a small laugh, “Is your weird mood cause of that ?” You gestured with your eyes down to his painfully obvious hard-on.
Vergil shifted his jaw and huffed out a meek answer, “It is more than that, I am afraid.”
“Care to share?” you set a hand on your hip and smirked, very much oblivious to the severity of what was going on.
The blue devil shook his head, “No-” A shiver ran up his spine as he watched you slowly and intensely eye him up, “You’re not going to like the answer.”
“Vergil, we’ve slept together quite a bit,” you gently grabbed one of his hands, “What is so different now?”
His voice was strained as he gripped your hand tightly and paused a moment for a moment before continuing, “This is out of my control.”
“What? Vergil,” you furrowed your brow in confusion, “What does that mean?”
He opened his eyes and stared at you momentarily, using his tongue to play with his teeth in thought.
“Don’t make me beg,” you lightly teased.
“Fine,” Vergil pushed you against the wall, a knee placed right between your legs, and holding both your hands off to your sides, “I want you,” he leaned closer, his breath tickling your ear, “I need to--” he paused for a moment in thought, “I need to breed you,” behind his voice you could hear a rumble, telling you how desperate he really is.
He placed small kisses along your jawline and pulled back to look you in the eyes, pleading with you to save him from this torment of self-restraint he has been going through for nearly a week now.
You raised a brow, “And how’s that any different than normal?” You gave him a suggestive sultry smirk.
He cautiously placed his lips atop yours; despite his current affliction, he wanted to make sure that he took things slow--at least, slow enough that he wouldn’t hurt you. The kisses were long, heated, and sloppy. The both of you moved your mouths together in an almost exaggerated manner, perfectly synchronized. Vergil pushed against you and a low rumble filled each of his motions; doing his best to show you how much he needs you. How much he desires you in your entirety; mind, spirit, and body. How much he wishes to consume your frail humanity and turn you into his sinful plaything.
The blue devil’s grip tightened around your wrists as he fought his urge to demolish you right here and now. The heat from his body was overwhelming. Both he and you were acutely aware of it, a very thin line of sweat adorning the two of you. Vergil pushed his leg up further between your legs, lovingly nudging your slowly growing arousal, listening to the faint groans you gave.
After a few minutes of these slow impassioned kisses, he slid his tongue into your mouth. Excitedly he explored every bit that he could. Though Vergil had tasted your sweet tongue many times before, he always had the same amount of giddiness as he did the first time. His growling had become prominent enough that you could feel it within your mouth; a new, but welcomed, feeling.
With a gentle roughness, Vergil bit at your lips and tugged on them, which you lovingly returned. A small smirk decorated his lips as he let out a happy huff against you before diving into another plethora of fiery lustful kisses. With each languid motion of his plush lips against yours, his grip tightened around your wrists; gradually losing the arousing factor and becoming painful--you weren’t even sure if he realized that he was doing it.
Breaking away from his lips for a brief moment, you let out a low hiss, “Vergil, that kind of hurts,” you squirmed against his hold.
He stood there with his forehead against yours, loosening his grip slightly. With a low husky growl of a voice, he whispered against your kiss-swollen lips, “I need more,” he nuzzled his nose against yours, “Please.” His eyes met with yours, they were heavy and glazed over; he wasn’t asking you, he was begging .
“Just--” You did your best to stay calm, knowing that Vergil was far from it, “Give me a minute to get ready and I’m all yours..?”
A small displeased grumble left his lips before he bit at your lower lip, pulling it slowly, then whispered against you, “You’d best hurry,” he released his grip on your wrists, “Best not to keep me waiting,” he turned and walked towards the bedroom, leaving you in a confused light-headed daze.
Once within the bedroom, he grabbed the nearly empty lube from the side table and set it on the tabletop. Absent-mindedly, he began to tap his foot, doing his best to ignore his slowly thinning patience. Vergil was still rather uneasy about informing you about what was truly going on. The two of you had been romantically involved for many years now, but it was only within the past year that the two of you had become sexually involved. In hindsight, Vergil regrets not explaining the consequences of doing so.
The consequences of mating with a devil.
A nearly inaudible creak in the floorboards caught Vergil’s attention, pulling him from his thoughts. Instantly, the blue devil was upon you and was as close to you as possible, his lips connected with yours once again. With a startled moan, you grabbed his biceps and felt him dig his fingertips into your sides as he tried to pull you impossibly close.
Not giving you a chance to think, Vergil moved you over to the bed and had you pinned beneath him. Using one of his hands, he held both of yours above your head as he stared down at you. He placed his free hand on your cheek, thumbing over your skin slowly, a small smirk tugging at his lips.
The blue devil’s hand drifted down your neck and to your chest, “I am sorry for this.”
“For what?” You tilted your head.
Without answering, Vergil leaned down and bit down on your neck. A sharp pain caused you to flinch and let out a low groan. He’d pierced through your skin and was working his teeth further into your flesh. It was uncommon for Vergil to make marks where others would be able to see them, but he never has drawn blood or bitten you this hard before. An uneasy feeling pricked at the edges of your mind--the unnerving feeling of being a devil’s prey.
Once Vergil felt the mark was dark enough, he leaned back up as he licked his lips and teeth clean of your blood. Your eyes met with his and Vergil had a crazed stare that sent cold shivers down your spine, it was a feral dominant look that only worsened the growing bad feeling in your gut. He moved to the other side of your neck and gave it the same treatment; puncturing your flesh deeply.
You let out a sharp moan as you felt him remove his teeth and give the new mark small loving licks. Curious as to how’d you respond, he took one of the tips of his split tongue and pushed it into one of the teeth holes. With pursed lips, your brow scrunched and you pulled away from the feeling; however, Vergil wasn’t done. He quickly placed another bite atop the same spot, moving ever-so-slightly out of line with the already there divots. The blue devil was enjoying the iron taste of the thick red substance and he wanted to taste you more; perhaps a side effect of him being the only Sparda descendant to consume human blood in mass?
With a third bite to the same spot, you finally spat out a whimper; one that wasn’t of pleasure. However, the devil didn’t notice and clenched his jaw harder at your struggling.
“Vergil, stop-!” You jerked away from him with a voice that was somewhere between angry and frightened--not a hint of enjoyment in earshot.
It took him a moment to react, removing his teeth with a low faintly animalistic huff. The blue devil leaned up and looked down at you, watching you writhe at the painful feeling, assessing the situation. A prominent red stain had adorned his lips, teeth, and surrounding skin; he looked as if he were truly attempting to eat you. A few tears pricked at the edges of your eyes which caused him to look away, almost shameful.
“Vergil?”
He released your hands and sat still, looking like a kicked puppy.
You leaned up and gently placed a hand on the side of his jaw, turning him to face you. Vergil’s eyes were glazed over and his lips slightly parted, still very obviously aroused but hesitant to continue. You ran a thumb along his lower lip, wiping blood off the stained surface. Slowly, you connected with his lips.
With a loving force, you pushed your lips hard against him and moved your hand from his jaw to the side of his neck, firmly holding him. Using your other hand, you grabbed a fist full of his shirt and pulled him into you. All the while, you’d pushed your tongue into his mouth which earned a surprised muffled moan from Vergil.
His mouth tasted, unsurprisingly, of blood and was broiling hot. Vergil worked himself into your grove, moving along to the rhythm you were setting; a rarity in your relationship. You moved your hand up from his neck and interweaved your fingers with his hair, grasping the strands tightly. A small amount of pride pricked at the edges of your mind as you heard him let out a low unfiltered moan and felt him tremble under your grasp. This, however, didn’t last long.
Unwilling to remain submissive, Vergil pushed you downwards again. Mindlessly his kisses began to wander around your skin placing small kisses along your clothed shoulders and chest. In return, you gently groped at his shoulders and arms, earning a low moan from your devilish lover.
You noticed that he was still wet from his shower as you ran your hands under his shirt giving his skin a soft smooth feel. Your fingertips flattened against his pecs, kneading against him. Slowly, you made your way over to his nipples and pinched them tightly. His back arched slightly at the feeling and he let out a low breathy moan.
However, the blue devil’s hands weren’t stationary and had begun to move, drifting downwards. They rested right at the edge of your shirt for a moment as he felt you grope his chest. Then, bit by bit, he slid his hands underneath your shirt. Taking the hint, you removed your hands from him and pulled the fabric over your head, tossing it somewhere in the room.
The blue devil’s slender fingers groped along your chest, seeming almost desperate to feel your body. Your hands grabbed the edge of his shirt and began to tug at it. Vergil leaned up and pulled his shirt over his head, looking down at you with slightly labored breathing.
In all his years of life, in neither Hell nor the human world, has he ever had he found another so captivating as you are. Even during times like these, times of sinful lust, you still managed to look holy to the tarnished devil; a sacred being that he’d gladly become a martyr over, someone he’d give his life up for. Despite his irritation at his current affliction, he can’t help but be glad that it is with you and that he found someone he wants to spend the rest of his life with.
As he stared, you stared back.
A small amount of pride tugged at your heart at how you’d managed to get someone like Vergil, someone so beautiful. Your eyes focused on his partially agape kiss-swollen lips that he’d roll his tongue over moistening them every so often. His hair was down courtesy of the lack of pomade and clung to the still-wet skin of his brow, giving him a rather ragged look. Despite Dante being his twin, the two looked nothing alike in your eyes--even with the same hairstyle. Slowly your gaze traveled to his half-lidded eyes when you noticed something; his eyes were the icy glowing blue of his Devil Trigger.
You wriggled to sit upright, “You’re quite worked up, huh?” With a smile, you watched Vergil’s face become red and you placed a hand on the side of his neck, thumbing over his throat softly.
“Why do you say that?” his voice quivered a bit as he felt your hand slowly move down from his neckline to his hips.
“You’re acting… strange ,” you ran your hand close to his bulge, purposely missing it, and rested your hand on his thigh.
He gave you a half-confused half-disappointed look.
“Not that I don’t find this…” you gently rubbed his thigh, earning a stifled moan from the devil, “ aggressively dominant side of you alluring.”
“Do you?” he smirked slightly, “How strange…” Vergil leaned in and gave you small pecking kisses.
You smiled widely and spoke between kisses, “Care to share what the special occasion is?”
Vergil quietly chuckled and murmured against your lips, “In time.”
Between loud sweet pecks, you gently whispered, “Come on, please Vergil?”
Instead of answering, he gave you a long kiss; one that only broke once he felt you pushing away for air. Vergil’s fingers gently ghosted the three-times-bitten dark spot he’d left on your neck, staring with concern.
Noticing his upset attitude, you grabbed his hand and brought it to your lips, kissing his knuckles.
“Does it… hurt ?” His voice was soft, with a small tinge of sadness.
“You want me to be honest?”
He nodded.
“Yes, it hurts, but-!” You made sure to cut him off, knowing damn well what he was going to say, “It’s fine and it’ll heal,” you ran soft kisses up from the hand you’d been kissing and to his shoulder, resting there for a moment, “It’s alright.”
“I am sorry for harming you,” he looked to the side, his eyes meeting with yours, “I didn’t think that I…” His voice cracked as gazed upon you with remorse.
You leaned up from his skin and looked at him with a soft smile, “Don’t worry about it, Vergil…” With a soft sigh, you leaned forward and placed a soft gentle long kiss on the underside of his jaw, “It’s flattering to know that you want me that badly, dear.”
Vergil pushed you back downwards, straddling your hips. His fingertips pressed into you as he eyed you up and down and, with a low dark desperate tone, he remarked, “That doesn’t even scratch the surface of how I feel right now.”
As he began to run his digits down your body, he leaned down and placed a very soft kiss on the tender spot. Bit by bit Vergil began to kiss down your middle, mumbling very softly against you, “ “The Fountains mingle with the river/And the rivers with the ocean,/The winds of heaven mix for ever,/With a sweet emotion;/Nothing in the world is single,/”,” he stopped right above your navel and lightly bit at the skin, staring up at you and locking with your eyes, “All things by a law devine/In one another's being mingle -/Why not I with thine?”.”
He continued until his head was between your thighs. You propped yourself up on your elbows and saw that he was already staring back at you. With hot and heavy breaths, he kissed the inside of one of your thighs all the way to your dick, then gave the other thigh the same treatment.
“Vergil-” You swallowed apprehensively, “Are you sure that you’re alright to be doing--”
“I won’t harm you,” he gave you a small smile with half-lidded eyes, “I promise,” his breath was heavy as he brushed his cheek and nose along your bulge, speaking in a quiet needy manner, “Let me taste you, please.”
Your breath caught in your throat as you tried to keep up with the sudden mood change; Vergil going from overly dominant to an almost submissive pleading. Before you even answered him, his fingers were within your waistband and were pulling at the fabric, completely exposing you to him. A small moan left your lips as you felt him kiss along the insides of your thighs once more. They were slow sloppy kisses, licking and biting at the sensitive skin.
Vergil stared at you for a moment, a smirk of pride tugging at his lips from how you were watching him with bated breath. Very unhurriedly, he ran his tongue down from your tip to your balls. As he ran back up, he split his tongue apart and slid your cock between the two sides. Encouraged by your low groans, he did the same motion back down.
Carefully he took your sack into his mouth and began to lightly suck on it. Instinctively, you placed a hand in his hair and grabbed it harshly, making the blue devil moan lowly. As he released you from his mouth, he made sure to stick his tongue out and run it up your seam.
Your fingers tightened as you let out a groan and a quiet call of his name.
Returning to your shaft, he placed kisses along the underside of your dick upward. Once at the top, he licked at your slit and watched as you squirm at his motions. With a heavy breath, Vergil placed his lips around your cock and gradually took you into his mouth. His hands found purchase on your hips and he pulled you as close to him as possible, the tip of his nose touching your lower abdomen. You fully leaned up, to get a better view of him, and placed both your hands in his hair as he bobbed up and down at a moderate pace.
“Vergil~ fuck that feels good,” you groaned as he began to move faster at your words.
He smirked in response. Although he’d never admit it, he enjoys hearing you say he’s doing good; that he’s the reason you feel good. However, unlike normal, he wasn’t planning on bringing you to your peak; instead, he removed himself from your dick and stood up. The two of you shared a long heated kiss that he used to lean you back down, then he pulled back.
“Turn over,” his voice was low and gravely, palming himself at the sight before him.
With a small nod and smirk, you did as you were asked. You could hear Vergil shuffling around before feeling him rejoin you on the bed with his hands kneading against your ass. Although his motions weren’t particularly aggressive, the pressure he was using was extreme and was going to undoubtedly leave bruises. If you listened very closely, you could hear him purring behind his growling.
You let out a small laugh, “You’re quite pent up, huh?”
He momentarily paused, his hands still gripping you, “You could say that, yes,” before you could respond, you felt him dig his fingers harder into you, “May I?”
With a smile, you turned over your shoulder to him, “How cordial,” you softly laughed, “Go ahead, I’m all yours Vergil.”
Once he let go of your butt, Vergil smirked slightly at the sight of you lifting your hips up a bit. He was almost tempted to skip prepping you but he bit his lip; he can’t have you getting hurt, he needs you to be available for him. After lubing up his fingers, he slowly slid the first digit inside.
Taking a deep breath, you did your best to relax into his hand. Vergil shifted so he could kiss you while continuing to stretch you. He placed several gentle pecks along your neck and your jaw, a rather loud purr coming from deep within his chest.
As he slid a second finger inside you, he heavily laid his head on the crook of your shoulder and began to give the area small heated kisses. You let out a small moan and turned towards him, kissing the top of his head. A smile tugged at your lips as you felt him let out a low happy sigh, his lips just barely hovering over your skin.
Another stifled moan came from you as he began to curl his fingers and return to kissing your neck, slightly nipping at it as he traveled along your neck and shoulder.
Quietly, as if afraid to speak, Vergil whispered between kisses, “I love you, my delicate little Lily.”
With a soft laugh, you looked at him, “That’s new-- “Lily”..?”
He chuckled, seemingly embarrassed, “Yes, I thought it appropriate. Do- do you not like it?”
“I don’t mind; just curious as to- ngh-” You groaned as you felt Vergil add a third finger.
“As to what, my love?” A cocky smug smirk tugged at his lips.
“Why did you th-think,” you closed your eyes and bit your lip, doing your best to hold back a moan, “to use it now?”
Vergil hummed in thought for a moment, making sure to keep his lips close enough to your skin that you could feel his lips vibrate--sending a shiver through you, “Because you remind me of such…” He removed his fingers and leaned up, “You are so very fragile-- so very breakable; and yet,” a chill ran up your spine as you felt Vergil run his nails from your shoulder blades down to your hips, leaving a minor scratched trail down your body, “you allow me to taint your beauty --to toy with your naive innocent humanity….”
His hands rested on your ass momentarily, letting out a low sigh, before fully removing his hands.
With a gravelly sensual tone, he continued, “Do you want to know why I want you so badly, Dearest?”
Hearing him shuffling around slightly, you nodded as a small amount of butterflies began to form in your gut.
The blue devil laid down over you, getting as close to your ear as possible, “Because you are mine-- my human plaything; do you understand?”
Against your lower back, you could feel his cock twitching and could feel how unbearably hot his skin had become. You swallowed hard, “I’m not sure I do.”
Vergil placed his forehead between your shoulder blades. He used one hand to prop himself up and the other was around his dick, stroking it slightly, as he whispered, “You are bound to me; in both heart, soul, and body .”
Without allowing you to respond, he prodded at your hole with his tip and slowly began to inch his way inside. A loud moan left your lips as you did your best to relax into him; feeling each bit of him that entered your body.
“You are my mate,” once fully seated inside you, he returned to your ear, “My one and only,” the blue devil kissed your ear, then gently bit and tugged at it, “for the rest of eternity.”
He sat back up with hands now placed on both sides of your hips. In response you picked your ass up, creating a downward dog position.
It started slow and controlled. He’d only pull out an inch or two and very carefully push himself back in, not wanting to harm you. However, these gentle motions didn’t last very long. Vergil did try his best to control himself; biting his lip, gripping onto you (unintentionally bruising you yet again), et cetera, but it didn’t work.
Vergil pulled his dick out, leaving just the very tip of it inside you, and rammed into you. It was hard enough that you jolted forward and let out a moan that was somewhere between pleased and startled. He repeated this motion but picked up the pace with each jab. Soon enough, all that could be heard throughout the house was the sound of his balls hitting your skin and your moans of bliss. Vergil wrapped his hand around the front of your neck and pulled you upwards, bringing you into a kneeling position.
Now using quick shorter thrusts he wrapped his arms around your middle, holding you flush against his body. A small amount of drool left the corner of your mouth as your vision became blurry, completely engulfed with the feeling of Vergil inside you. Mindlessly, you laid your head against the top of his shoulder which gave him plenty of room to bite and suck at your neck. One of your hands found its way to his hair, grabbing it tightly, and your other was neatly interwoven with a hand from your devilish lover. Your grip tightened on his hand as you moved your hips, doing your best to complement Vergil’s pattern.
This pose didn’t last very long. Vergil roughly shoved you back down and stood up, pulling out completely. Before you could question, you felt him harshly yank you over onto your back. Now facing upwards at the disheveled man, you got a proper view of him and you noticed several things that were just ever-so-slightly off. His teeth were much sharper and slightly thicker. A finite amount of scales had appeared on his cheekbones. The glowing icy blue eye color that you’d noticed earlier, was even more apparent and had heavily dilated pupils in the middle that were intensely trained on you.
You placed a hand on his cheek, very carefully thumbing over the black-blue scales. He leaned into your touch, his eyes closed tightly, and gave your palm a long kiss, momentarily staying with lips pressed against your hand. An unintentional confused 'huh?' left your lips at how hot his breath and mouth were, he was scorching; the hottest you’ve ever felt from him. Slowly, he opened his eyes and leaned back up.
The blue devil slid off the bed and pulled you to the edge then put his tip back inside only to slam as hard as possible into your hips.
“Fuck~ Vergil,” you arched your back and wrapped your legs around his hips.
With a smirk, he repeated the action and created a pattern of extremely hard and moderately forceful thrusts that he switched between every four or five thrusts. Vergil looked down at you with a devilish smile, reveling in how undone he made you. Getting an insurmountable amount of arousing pleasure from the sounds of unintelligible gibberish moaning coming from you. The sight of your body being moved by just the force of his jabs. All he wanted to do was feel your insides even more, to reach as far as he could inside and claim every bit of you.
He grabbed your legs and pulled them up, resting them on his shoulders. The feeling of sinful pride he had only increased as he heard you call his name and saw your hands grabbing the sheets tightly. He slowed his hips for a moment, still maintaining the force of each thrust but trying to prevent himself from making a mistake and Triggering.
Vergil’s hands slid from your calves to your thighs, firmly kneading against your skin--his fingertips being imprinted into your skin with dark marks. A very distant dark part of him wanted to eat you, to bite your flesh --to mar it up --to cover you with his scent --to make sure you know exactly which devil you belong to. He licked his lips as he let out low heavy breaths from his partially opened mouth. Feeling his peak coming, he looked up at the ceiling as his thrusts became shorter and his pace picked up, moving faster than before.
Typically, he wouldn’t finish this fast but he couldn’t help himself. All he’s wanted to do for nearly a week is just fill your insides, and he was going to do just that. Vergil shifted slightly, making sure to hit your prostate with each gyration.
He let out a loud growling moan, cumming inside you. Only a few moments later did you call out with a sharp moan as you felt an intense orgasm ripping through your body.
Slowly, Vergil rode out both your orgasms. Gently, he removed your legs from his shoulders and pulled out of your body. You gazed into space for a moment before leaning up slightly to see Vergil, confused as to why he hadn’t said anything.
You audibly swallowed as you stared at him, “Y-you’re that pent up, huh?”
Vergil shamefully met your eyes. He was still hard and had scales on several other spots on his body. The thoughts of allowing himself to cut loose, to show you his inner urges without a filter made him both unfathomably terrified and overwhelmingly aroused. This was bad and he knew it, and seeing you so blissfully unaware of the danger you were in only tempted him further.
“Vergil,” you sat up fully a small grunt leaving your lips at the dull pain from being slammed so hard, “You alright?”
His lips thinned as he furrowed his brow, avoiding your gaze once more, “I am fine; however, I…” He paused, unable to finish his sentence.
“We could try it out, you know,” you gave him a meek smile as his eyes flicked to yours.
He shook his head ‘no’, “I can’t risk hurting you for something so trivial.”
“This is obviously not ‘trivial’. You never have this issue-- not to mention how different you’ve been acting,” you reached out to grab one of his hands, “What’s wrong, Vergil? You can tell me; I promise I won’t judge or get upset.”
The blue devil intently watched as you ran your thumb over his knuckles, “Fine…” He moved to sit beside you on the bed, staring straight ahead, “You know what an animal in “rut” means, correct?”
You nodded, “Yeah,” your eyes thinned as you slowly turned to him, “Vergil, you don’t mean--?”
“I should’ve told you before we…” he sighed with his shoulders tensing, “Because you and I became intimately involved, I now will go through this every spring,” he looked over to you, momentarily locking with your stare, “and you are the only one that can give me… relief .”
With a slow nod and deep breath, your eyes flicked between his hard-on and his gaze, “Guess I didn’t provide enough “relief”, huh?”
He gave you a small smile, “I’m afraid it’s not something that will be able to be soothed with only a round or two or even three, my love.”
You moved your jaw in thought and stood up. Sighing softly, you moved Vergil’s arms off to his sides and sat on his lap. You placed one hand on his chest and used the other to push a strand of hair out of his eyes, resting the hand on his cheek afterward. A loud purring emanated from his chest, vibrating your fingers, as you stared softly into his icy-blue eyes, “I love you so much Vergil; you know that?”
The blue devil smiled, “I do,” he leaned closer to you, placing his forehead against yours, speaking in a breathy whisper; his breath ghosting along your lips, “I love you as well; more than words could ever describe.”
The two of you connected lips and the hand that was on Vergil’s chest slid up to his face; allowing you to cup it between your hands. Vergil took his hands and ran them down your sides and then settled to hold your lower back as he continued to give you sloppy sweet kisses, gently pushing his mouth against you.
Cautiously, Vergil bit at your lips to ask for permission to enter your mouth; which you accepted. He let out an unintentional elated moan at the feeling of your tongue with his. His fingertips dug into your skin, pressing and kneading against you in excitement. With a lustful aggressiveness, Vergil pushed you onto your back--down onto the floor of the bedroom.
Making sure to maintain the kiss, Vergil shifted the both of you around so he could line himself up with your hole. Slowly, he slid back inside and devoured each of the divine noises that you made in response. That thought made him growl slightly; he wants to defile you over and over, to hold you for as long as you will allow him to.
Only once he was fully within you did he break off the kiss and allow you to take a deep breath. He held himself up with his arms, looking down at your breathless form. A prideful smug smile tugged at his lips as he began to move slightly, grinding himself into you. It didn't take long for him to reach a moderate pace. You reached up and ran your hands along his body, feeling each divot, each curve, each soft and hard surface; taking notes to yourself as if you hadn’t ever been allowed to touch him before. His heart was pounding so fast that you could feel it no matter where your hands were.
The blue devil’s mind was reeling. He was so engrossed in how good you feel that he hadn’t noticed how hard he was slamming into you, pushing you along the floor with each pass of his hips. His growling had returned, albeit tenfold louder and a great deal more animalistic; completely replacing his moans.
Although you know Vergil has issues with you touching his back, you were too immersed in the moment and wrapped your arms around him. One of your hands found its way to the back of Vergil’s head, threading your fingers tightly into his hair. You did your best to try and wrap your legs around him too; hoping to prevent him from shoving you along the floor any further.
He did stop for a moment, only to take the opportunity to pick you up and slam you against one of the walls of the room; knocking several things from their hanging spots. A sharp moan left your lips as you felt his nails aggressively dig into the sides of your thighs. Vergil placed his mouth at the crook of your shoulder and nipped at the skin, leaving various marks.
You let out a slight hiss as he got a little too close to one of the deeper marks from earlier; in a way to seemingly apologize, he gently licked at your neck. He then leaned back and looked at you for a moment, letting out a set of shaky breaths. Vergil connected lips with you as you slid both hands into his hair; grabbing fistfuls of the silky white strands. His kisses were aggressive, pushing your head against the wall. Your body tensed, legs tightening around him, you were getting close--and so was he.
Quick jack-rabbit thrusts replaced his previous tempo. His wandering grip continued as he slammed your hips down into his, moving your body in a harsh rhythm with his. The two of you parted lips allowing you to throw your head back--at least the best you could being against a wall--and Vergil placed kisses on your windpipe.
The blue devil placed his head on your shoulder as he focused on fucking you. It didn’t take long for him to reach nirvana, spilling himself inside you with a low sustained frustrated growl. You reached your peak as well; cumming with a low grunt and gentle groan of Vergil’s name.
He ground against you and let out gentle shuddering breaths against your neck, giving you slight goosebumps. Without removing himself, he carried you back over to the bed and laid you down. Propped upwards using his hands, he stared down at you. Vergil was breathing heavily with a hung-open mouth and had a layer of sweat on his brow. More scales had appeared and his stare was oddly blank, as if he were lost in deep thought. You watched as he used his tongue to play with one of his canines and his brow twitched into a slightly agitated state.
“Vergil?” You weakly grabbed one of his biceps, giving it a light squeeze, “Is everything okay?”
A set of quick blinks brought his eyes back into focus, accompanied by a shake of his head, “Yes, I am alright--sorry.”
After a pause, he leaned up and gradually removed himself. A shiver ran up your spine at the feeling and you stared up at the ceiling for a moment before tilting up to look at the blue devil.
“Oh…” You gave him a dumbfounded stare. He was still hard, cock twitching at your surprise.
Once you looked up at Vergil’s face, you saw that he had crossed his arms with one hand over his face; mortified and ashamed of what was happening.
With an awkward laugh, you took a deep breath, “So, how many rounds do you need, again?”
Vergil’s eyes slowly met with yours as he shook his head, whispering, “I’m… unsure.”
You scrunched your mouth to the side, “What about trying to use your “Trigger”? You seem even worse off than earlier, Vergil.”
He removed his hand from his face and shot you a stern glance, “No, I can’t risk hurting you--”
“Vergil, if you keep this up, you will hurt me,” you grunted in slight pain as you sat up fully, “I can only take so much,” you laughed slightly, placing a hand on the back of your neck, “Especially with how rough you’re being.”
The blue devil thought for a moment, his tongue playing with his teeth. A part of him knew you were right, that if this continued there was a very high chance he would hurt you, and he really loved the idea of allowing himself to let go--to show you what he could really do. Still, the sheer amount of uncontrollable possibilities kept him hesitant.
What if you don’t like it and he’s too far gone to stop?
What if he manhandles you too hard and breaks something--either something in the room or, more importantly, you?
What if he hit you against the wall or floor too hard and hurt you?
What if he bit you and couldn’t stop himself from sinking his teeth in too far?
What if you died because of him and his stupid demonic instincts?
“Vergil..?”
He flinched at your sudden closeness. You’d gotten up and were standing in front of him, concerned that he was standing silently for so long. With one hand on his bicep and the other cupping his face, you made small circles with your thumbs. His eyes fluttered shut and he leaned towards you, placing his forehead against yours.
The two of you shared a very sweet and emotionally soft kiss, drawing it out for quite some time.
With lips just above his, you quietly pleaded, “You can do whatever you need to, Vergil; it’ll be okay.”
Vergil swallowed hard. With one final squeeze of his arm, you let go of him. His eyes flicked all over your body as he gave it one final thought. Taking a deep breath, he nodded; he had to try it.
All he could hear was the loud pounding of his heart as he allowed himself to Trigger. Soft cornflower blue light filled the space. You smiled at the sight before you. It wasn’t very often you got to see Vergil use either of his Devil Triggers; his normal Trigger being a much rarer sight.
Under his breath, he let out a soft chuckle at your doting stare. Although he’s never told you, he finds it amusing that you’re so enamored with his devilish forms. He unfurled his wings from his sides and mindlessly stretched them outwards before bringing them back in close to his body. Pride pricked at his heart as he saw your expression of such a trivial act.
Cautiously, you approached him and reached out to touch his chest. This was the first time Vergil had allowed you to be anywhere near him while in a non-human state. His scales were hot to the touch, but not painfully more along the lines of freshly dried linen or hot asphalt. Through your fingers, you could feel a low rumble coming from within his chest.
With a slight shake, Vergil placed a hand over yours and locked eyes with you. Uneven breaths left his lips as he waited for you to say something-- anything.
You smiled softly and inched closer, placing your head on his chest, “You are so beautiful, you know that?”
A noise somewhere between a scoff and a laugh left his nose, “That’s not what one should say when face-to-face with a devil.” Vergil wrapped his arms loosely around you.
“I’m not just face-to-face with “ a devil”,” you smiled wider and looked up at him, “I’m face-to-face with m-my…” you stumbled over your words as an embarrassed shade spread across your face, your confidence quickly dissipating.
“Your what?” He tilted his head in curiosity, wanting nothing more than to hear you say it.
With a voice no louder than a whisper you looked away from his eyes, “with my mate.”
He stared with parted lips before giving a small smile, “How strange to hear you say that,” Vergil leaned down to you, whispering, “Are you sure this is alright?”
Without answering, you connected your lips to his. Your hands slid up to the base of his neck on either side, gently scraping your nails on his scales as you went along. His arms tightened to pull you closer, placing one at the small of your back and the other on your ass. Slow careful kisses turned to sloppy impassioned French kisses. Vergil's tongue desperately felt the inside of your mouth, now being able to reach even further inside. You let out a surprised grunt at the feeling but were quickly distracted by a harsh groping motion against your ass.
Once you broke apart, the two of you stood staring at one another. Curious as to what he’d do, you ran your hands slowly down his torso. The heat coming from his body was unbelievable but his lower abdomen was tenfold worse. Distantly you found yourself worried if his cock would be too hot for your body to take in. As your fingers worked their way down, you took note of the texture changes between his chest, stomach, and the bright blue V that pointed to where you were headed.
Gently, you rubbed your fingertips up and down the glowing area, earning a stifled groan from Vergil. Curiously enough, you were expecting the area to feel akin to the rest of his scales--hard and rough--but were greeted by a warm velvety silk feeling. As you kneaded against him, he pulled you into another set of passionate kisses. The hand from your lower back traveled up your spine and braced the back of your neck, pulling you as close to him as possible.
Mindlessly, he leaned forward and dipped you back slightly. He broke from your mouth and kissed the corner of your mouth. Bit by bit, he kissed along your jawline, to your neck, and finally your throat. All the while, your fingers continued to their original destination. Carefully, you teased the area around his still-hidden cock and lightly ran your middle finger along his slit. Vergil’s breath hitched and he stopped his kisses, his breath washing over your skin.
A sultry smirk tugged at your mouth as you felt his tip begin to emerge. Vergil’s wings uncontrollably flexed outwards at the odd feeling, much to the blue devil’s surprise--and slight dismay. He’d never thought about trying anything even remotely sexual while like this, so the feeling of your fingers kneading against him made him feel as if he were a virgin again; feeling overwhelmed by nothing but the slightest of your touches.
You slowly ran his tip between your fore and middle fingers, feeling pre-cum dripping onto your digits. His cock was pleasantly warmer than normal, eliciting a small groan from you as you thought about him being inside you. The cum that decorated your fingers was also hotter than normal and seemed to be much thicker. The blue devil took a deep breath and shifted slightly, his wings curling around the two of you. In an almost painfully slow motion, Vergil ran his tongue along your neck, small papillae scrapping the sensitive area. He let out a shaky breath as you stroked along the sheath where his cock was, making his cock appear much faster than intended.
Before you managed to have him fully out, Vergil picked you up and placed you onto the mattress. He placed both his hands beside either side of your head, still standing, and his wings outstretched behind him. You stared up at him as a small shiver ran up your spine at the sight. Vergil’s eyes were dilated heavily and were fixated on yours. A part of you knows you should be afraid or at least apprehensive about what is happening, but you couldn’t be bothered; you were much too invested in the moment.
A wicked grin adorned his face, teeth on full display, “You really want me, don’t you?”
“And if I do?”
“Hmph,” the blue devil leaned back up and pulled your hips to the edge of the bed.
With slow long pumps, he touched himself to the sight of you. However, when you tried to lean up to see, he quickly pushed you flat.
“Did I tell you to move?” His voice was utterly layered with an overwhelming dominance.
Your gut churned and twisted as you waited with bated breath for him to ram your body, except, the blue devil knew he had to be careful with you. Although it was seen as a dominating move, Vergil laying you back was done to keep you calm. If you’d seen him fully erect, you would’ve tensed up tenfold worse and this would’ve been much more difficult than it already will be.
He grabbed the lube from the nearby table and coated his cock. Whatever excess was on his hand, he very carefully put it at your entrance--making sure his claws didn’t knick you. After a small debate, he dragged you a bit closer and put your ankles on his shoulders, aligning himself with your hole.
“Relax,” he placed a hand on your stomach, skin dipping down slightly from the tips of his claws, “Just focus on your breathing.”
You pursed your lips and stared mindlessly at the ceiling, doing just as he said and taking deep calm breaths, trying to keep yourself from tensing.
Vergil pushed his tip in, earning a gasp and deep grunting moan from you. Bit by bit, he continued to push inside, doing his best to fight the urge to slam against you. You were gripping the bed, pulling on the already decimated sheets. The size of Vergil’s cock normally is something that would make most men green with envy but the size he was working with now was nothing short of “porn star” material.
His hand that was on your gut slid up to your chest as he leaned down into you, causing him to push inside quicker than intended. Doing his best to not cut you with his claws, Vergil groped at your pecs and lightly kneaded against you. Low in his chest, he was emitting a purr that was intense enough that you could feel it through his hand.
After what seemed like an eternity, he was fully seated within you. Heavy deep lust laden breaths left your agape lips as the blue devil closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of your innards snuggly squeezing around him. Vergil could feel your rapid heartbeat and could practically taste your arousal; being able to smell human pheromones just like a human can a fresh baked bread, sometimes being strong enough to give a taste to the air. It made his body ache, giving him a strong sense of pride to know that you were just as madly into him as he is you.
You placed a hand atop the charcoal-grey scaled hand on your chest, “Vergil…”
The two of you locked eyes and Vergil leaned down to you. Gently, he kissed you. It was a physical manifestation of a promise; a promise that he will take good care of you. The black and blue scaled devil tilted back upright, his fingers lightly clawing up your middle sliding to rest on each side of your hips. With slow careful--almost fearful--motion, he began to test what you thought of his devilish body. A string of low groans left your lips as you closed your eyes, focusing on the feeling of his cock. Your chest was moving in an almost exaggerated manner as Vergil slowly ramped things up. The unhurried nature of his movements allowed you to feel each rib of his cock, feeling every time one would leave and re-enter your aching hole.
In an elongated teasing manner, Vergil removed himself out to his tip and pushed back in--making sure you felt every bit of him and savored him. He closed his eyes, doing his best to keep a level head as he intently listened to the breathy moans leaving your lips.
Once more, he removed himself out to the tip; this time, however, he slammed back inside. A sharp mixed noise of a grunt, moan, and gasp came from you. His eyes opened as he repeated the action; making sure to remove himself slower than before and return twice as hard.
Your back arched at his actions, eyes focused on the ceiling above you. When you looked back at Vergil, his eyes were trained on yours with an unplaceable emotion hidden behind his gaze. His emotion became clear when he harshly pulled out and slammed his hips against you; no longer feeling the need to hold back.
With each thrust, you were pushed up on the bed and his hands would yank you back down to meet the brutal bucking of his hips. All that could be heard was the sound of his hips hitting yours and the wet squelching from the previous rounds and copious amounts of lube in your ass. Concentrating on your expression, Vergil failed to notice that his claws had sunk into your skin which anchored his grip into you. Leaning down, he placed his face in the crook of your shoulder; kissing you carefully.
After a moment, he leaned back up slightly to place his nose beside yours. You placed a hand on his cheek, thumbing over the leathery skin. Your pinkie mindlessly ran along the silver spikes that formed a beard of sorts at his jawline, curious as to what it felt like. He leaned into your touch and, despite him still jackhammering away, he felt a warm sweet feeling at your overly gentle treatment of him.
“Grab onto me,” Vergil whispered, his voice thick with lust and uncharacteristically gruff.
You did as he asked, wrapping your hands around the backside of his neck. Vergil picked you up and wrapped his wings around you, pushing you tightly against him. A small hiss slipped through your lips at the feeling of your dick rubbing against Vergil’s torso. It didn’t hurt per se but it was extremely overwhelming. Your nails dug into his scales, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.
Seeming to notice your distress, the blue devil began to lightly lick and nip at your neck and throat. He took a long deep inhale of your scent, pressing his chest against yours, desiring to get closer to you than possible. As he exhaled, you felt his hot breath wash over you and tickle at your skin causing you to let out a restrained laugh.
With a hum, Vergil slowed slightly and took a moment to enjoy the closeness of your bodies. The feeling of your soft human skin against his scales made his gut twist. A distant hidden part of him felt an odd arousal from the idea of how fragile you were--how he could crush you instantly if he wanted; completely contradicting his main anxious mindset.
Moving your hand to his chest, you pushed him away, confusing Vergil for a moment, before you cupped his face and pulled him into a kiss. Lazy sloppy kisses caused him to let out a small moan, which intensified at the feeling of you repeatedly biting at his lower lip. His thrusts switched to a moderate pace as his fingertips kneaded against you. As you pulled away, he let out a disappointed huff, which was quickly replaced with a dark low gravely moan.
Despite not being able to break his hide, you leaned down and bit his neck; at a somewhat odd angle because of the horns that wrapped around to the front of his head. It is rare for Vergil to allow you to bite him, however, feeling you claim him--just as he did you--made his body ache. After a moment, you stopped and placed a soft kiss against him. You repeated the action on the other side of his neck, Once done, you trailed kisses along his neck to his throat and placed an elongated kiss against his Adam’s apple. Vergil let out a small grunt at the feeling and, when you tilted back, you were met with heavy half-lidded eyes.
The blue devil nudged you to expose your neck and placed his face in the crook of your shoulder, breathing heavily, “I love you.”
Without allowing you to respond, he pushed your hips downwards and fucked into you as quickly as possible. A loud groan left your lips at the inhuman speed of Vergil’s cock and you grasped at whatever you could, causing Vergil to let out a surprised huffed moan at your unexpectedly rough touches. His claws left the new loving craters in your thighs and slid to your ass, pulling you apart.
Before you could question, your eyes went wide. The blue devil pushed his knot inside you, somewhat forcefully, as he let out a thunderous semi-whiney shaky moan. Once buried into you, his hands returned to your hips and his claws to the same holes as before.
You let out a whimpering moan as you hit another peak, feeling his cum gush inside you. He hadn’t disclosed anything about a knot or that he was going to use it inside you, but you weren’t complaining. It felt as if he’d been pent up for a year with how quickly and how much was being released.
It was both a painful and heavenly experience.
All the while, Vergil could only continue to repeat your name and whisper how much he loves you; almost as if he were begging for you to say it back, as if you weren’t already committed to him. With a soft kiss against his horn closest to your mouth, you whispered, “I love you,” which caused him to grind against you, attempting to further spear you than he had already.
Unsure what to do now you were stuck together, Vergil laid you back down and laid atop you. His wings were stretched out flat and his forearms were wrapped around your torso, across your shoulder blades. With his face directly down onto your chest, his eyes fluttered shut and he purred loudly. Although you wanted nothing to do but lie still, curiosity got the better of you, and you ran a hand along his horns which made him purr tenfold louder.
Admittedly, Vergil wanted to stay as you were, interlocked and him pinning you down; but he also wanted to patch you up. You could feel how fast his heart was beating; whether it was from fucking, cumming, or nerves was anyone’s guess. All you could do was lay there and take it while listening to his breathing and purring. The two of you stayed interwoven for nearly ten minutes, Vergil shifting several times in an attempt to remove himself.
Finally, he stopped twitching. He stood back up and carefully slid out which was accompanied by an audible pop and your hips quivering. Vergil’s chest heaved as he de-triggered. Beyond tired, he returned to the same position as before and laid against your chest.
“Vergil?” Your voice was raspy and very overtly worn out.
Without moving, he spoke against your skin, “Yes, my love?”
You placed a hand in his hair, running your fingers through the utterly disheveled white strands, “How do you feel?”
He quietly laughed, “I am calm, for now; if that is what you are asking.”
With a heavy exhale you hummed a sound of relief.
“How are you feeling?”
“Want me to be honest?”
“Mhm.”
“Like I was just in a category five hurricane.”
“I’m sorry,” he placed a kiss against your breastbone, “Is there anything I can do to make up for it?”
Lightly, you ran your fingers down his neck to his shoulder blades, sliding up his arm, “Help me get into the bath?”
Vergil smiled, “Of course, my dear,” he shifted upwards and placed a kiss against your lips, “Anything for my mate.”
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ENDING NOTES: Originally I had planned to also have Sin Trigger sex in this but I thought that would be a bit too much to digest from one story; plus “Bed of the Blue Devil” is entirely based on that aspect. Also between the teaser from yesterday (early this morning) and now; I found out that I have the ‘rona so… Life is really great--it’s just one thing after another, I finally wanna write and do stuff but now I’m exhausted and feel like someone beat my skull in with a sledgehammer 🦢💧🦢 Poem Quoted: “Love’s Philosophy” Percy Bysshe Shelley
If you like this please consider checking this on my AO3. There are extra chapters and my H/Cs over there, so please consider checking them out! Comments, Likes/Kudos, and shares are always appreciated! Thanks so much for reading!! :)))
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Review: Ooe -Zenpen- (Adelta)
The first part of Adelta's new BL visual novel "Ooe" was finally released on the 25th last month! The second part is scheduled to be released in winter, but the first part was already so good I highly recommend playing it. I’ve been waiting for this game for a long time and also wrote some general information/theories about the game on this blog some years ago, as well as a review of the trial version. I won't mention any big plot-related spoilers, so if you’re waiting for an English version or are just curious what the game is about, you can still continue reading if you want!
Story 30th year of the Showa era (1955), protagonist Oosaki works for a small detective agency and one day receives a strange request from a client. He's asked to attend a memorial service on behalf of his client, which will be held on the remote island of Ooejima. During his stay on the island, a series of strange events happen, and the ship that was supposed to pick them up never arrives. The organizer who invited them is not there, and shortly afterwards they also lose all contact with the outside world. Stranded on this ominous island, ten people unravel the mystery of their shared pasts and the death of the actress An Ooe.
This version of the game focuses on three different routes, Ariake, Shimbashi and Aomi. Similar to previous Adelta games, you play all of the routes in a pre-decided route order, and with each route you finish, a new choice will show up allowing you to proceed to the next route. As I mentioned in one of my previous blog posts, each character was assigned one earthly desire/mental factor that kind of describes the character, so I will also include this again below. Now I've played the game I know that these factors are definitely not their only personality trait, but some parts of it definitely show up in the story eventually.
Ariake - Disregard (Anapatrapya 無愧): A mortician who likes helping out those in need. After injuring his dominant hand, he has been receiving a lot of help from others. He's immediately very fond of Oosaki and wants to follow him everywhere. His mental factor pretty much indicates that he doesn't consider his own actions 'bad'.
Shimbashi - Stinginess (Mātsarya 慳): A screenwriter who speakes in a rather strange way, combining overly-polite speach and insults. When he first meets Oosaki, he doesn't seem to trust him at all and doesn't want to tell him anything. His mental factor refers to him only wanting to satisfy his own desires, and doesn't intend to share anything with others.
Aomi - Envy (Īrṣyā 嫉): A quiet music teacher who doesn’t talk a lot, and when he does speak, it’s limited to short sentences only. He doesn't like small talk and sometimes when Oosaki asks him something Aomi simply ignores him. His mental factor doesn't need much explanation, but even though it's envy I must say that he's not the overly-jealous type (?). It kind of refers to something more specific in his route which I can't really mention without spoiling.
I don't think you really need a guide for this game as it's pretty obvious when new choices unlock, just start a new game after finishing the first route and you'll see! Ariake does have an alternative ending scene, so during your second playthrough don’t immediately pick the choice that leads to Shimbashi’s route, and return to Ariake’s route one more time. Afterwards you can proceed as usual. Sometimes a few choices pop up, but selecting the wrong choice has no consequences and you’ll just be re-directed to the choice menu. The wind chime sound effect indicates which one is the correct choice, but I kind of enjoyed seeing everyone’s nervous reactions while falsely accusing them of something, so I recommend that too. By the way, important items are easy to notice because of their red color, like the record on the left side of the image below. Same goes for any text written in red, it might become relevant later (maybe even in part 2).
This game also has a status screen which you can find by selecting the small camera roll icon next to the 再開 text in the main menu, which is very useful when you're unsure if you missed any endings. I actually didn't know it was a button until I finished the game, so if you missed it... trust me you're not the only one. Once you finish part 1, a preview for part 2 will also unlock here.
Introduction to the story Oosaki lives in a boarding house in Suga, a short walk from Hiratsuka station near Kamakura. His boss Shinkiba, who runs the detective agency, informs him about a request he received from a client. The client, a man who calls himself Shizuma Daiba, asks Oosaki to attend the memorial service of actress An Ooe on his behalf. According to Daiba, it was his father who received the invitation, however he fell ill shortly afterwards. Oosaki assumes that the person who invited him is a relative of the actress. Even though Oosaki never met her, he remembers reading news about her death. which shocked him because she was quite young and died by setting herself on fire. Even though it's a rather strange request and Shinkiba warns Oosaki, he still decides to travel to Ooejima. The island belongs to the Izu Island group and is located near Hachijojima. Originally, it was used as a military base during the Second World War, however after this it became uninhabited. Even though he has never been there, Oosaki knows about the island because his grandma who raised him was originally from this island, and he always felt like he'd travel to the island some day.
On his way to the island, he meets one of the other main characters in this game, Ariake, who’s also travelling to Ooejima for the memorial service. He’s surprised to find out Ariake’s grandmother is also from the island. After arriving at the Mikazuki inn, he receives a warm welcome from a trembling man with a knife (??), who later introduces himself as Funeno. He also meets Shimbashi who's staying at the same inn. The other characters are all staying at a different inn, but Oosaki meets them pretty soon too (Takeshiba, Shijoumae, Hinode, Aomi and Shiodome). The final character, Toyosu, appears a bit later and mentions he's in charge of the memorial service because the individual who invited them all (who nobody seems to know) couldn't come after all, which leaves everyone confused.
Since this is mentioned in the promotional material and also happens in the trial version, I think it's not really a spoiler to mention that Funeno is the first character who gets killed shortly after this. They decide to perform a ritual to put his spirit to rest, which involves burning a straw figure, though when they finally burn it they discover someone swapped the straw figure with Funeno's body and they end up burning his body instead... Afterwards, Shiodome reveals that they didn't just receive invitation letters, but they also got a letter describing the crimes one of the other attendees committed. They were all swapped, so everyone has a letter that belongs to someone else and knows about their crimes. The orders is as follows: Funeno > Daiba > ??? > Shimbashi > Takeshiba > Aomi > Toyosu > Hinode > Shijoumae > Ariake > Shiodome > Funeno. I guess now we know why Funeno acted so nervous around Oosaki, as he introduced himself as ''Daiba'' and Funeno got Daiba's letter...
Oosaki didn't receive any of these letters from Daiba though, so after they all return the letters to each other, Shimbashi is the only one who doesn't get his own letter, and let's just say he's not too happy about that. This also means that characters who had each other's letters know about their crimes, which is why some of them seem to be rather uncomfortable around each other. Most of the routes branch off a little bit after the scene where the trial version ends, and then the real murder mystery story starts in which they try to figure out who killed Funeno. Someone also destroyed the phone, so now there's no way to contact anyone anymore. At this point Oosaki's of course also suspicious of his client Daiba, because it's clear he was hiding something from him and sent Oosaki to the island without telling him important information.
Personal thoughts Since it’s a murder mystery game you never know which characters to trust, and because characters do die and will be absent throughout the entire route, it was a really suspenseful experience. I was interested in the story from start to finish, which is why I finished it so fast... I can't explain the feeling of dread every time one of the characters announced that something bad had happened, and you're wondering how bad it could really be. Even though the game doesn't show any super gory CGs (the most they'll show is blood), the descriptions are very detailed, so I think even without that it's easy to understand what happened to them. I also liked how the characters who die and survive are different depending on which route you play, so the game really stays interesting in all three routes.
Even though we know a second part of the game is coming, part 1 doesn't feel incomplete at all and the routes work very well on their own! So if you can read Japanese or want to use translation tools, I highly recommend playing this. It took me over 30 hours to finish the game, including the common route which is about 5 hours long, but I do play pretty fast and am already replaying some scenes, so it might be even longer. Also according to a message that came with the game, part 2's data will be free for everyone who buys part 1, so you don't need to buy them separately. I do want the physical version of the game, but I don't mind spending a bit more because the game's only 4400 yen (unlike most VNs which are about 8000-9000 yen).
My personal favorite character is Shimbashi because of his cat-like characteristics and short temper, I guess he's a bit of a tsundere now I think about it, but I also really like the abnormal way he speaks... he's super polite and extremely rude at the same time and I am curious how this would get translated in the English version. My second favorite is probably Ariake, and because he was the first route, I expected his route to be good too, since it's the first experience anyone will have with this game after all. The final route is Aomi, who I was pretty neutral about at first, but I also ended up really liking him. I shouldn't underestimate any character in this game because they will prove me wrong... so far I really like everyone. I suddenly remember when the game was announced they said all the characters are ''straight'' lol, but as expected, so far it just means they haven't been together with another man before. They do not seem to care about Oosaki's gender at all and don't make it a big deal (I also like how there's multiple lines in this game acknowledging other gender identities btw... it's mentioned out of nowhere but I love to see it). If you didn't know btw, the protag of this game is a top, all of the previous Adelta game protagonists were bottoms.
I've always liked the Adelta's artstyle and character designs, but I was really impressed by the art in this game. Every CG in Ooe just looks so beautiful and I can't stop opening the CG gallery to look at it over and over again. As for the eye color... I also have my theories because in previous games this was an important plot element, and even by just looking at the promotional material, it's clear that those with ties to Ooejima are the only characters who have red eyes, so maybe that will be mentioned in the next part? Also every character has their own ending song, similar to what they did with Uuultra C.
The references to existing literature in this game are also comparible to the older Adelta titles, for example the caves on the island kind of remind me of the novel "Kotou no Oni" and the game sometimes references Agatha Christie’s "And Then There Were None" too, with Oosaki even owning a copy of the book, and eventually comparing the people on the island to characters in the book. As I mentioned in my first blog post about this game, some of the characters' first names also reference other novel characters. For example, Shiodome’s name is Michio, which is also an important character in "Kotou no Oni", Daiba’s name is Shizuma, which seems to be referencing a character in "Inugami-ke no Ichizoku" or "The Inugami Family" (this applies to the names of his brother and father too), and Funeno’s first name is Kureichirou, which is the name of one of the main characters in "Dogra Magra". In part 1, we learn the first names of a couple of other characters too for the first time, and I do have some theories what these could be referencing, especially Takeshiba's... I also want to know more about Shiodome because I mean, from the beginning it's clear the way he behaves isn't exactly what one would consider "normal", so I wonder how he would interact with Oosaki... Cool-B did preview one of his 18+ scenes and I have many questions. Then of course there's Daiba... he's so suspicious and the promotional material keeps referring to him as a ''side character'' even though he was literally on the cover of Cool-B magazine combined with Oosaki and Ariake, so I have my doubts about that.
Honestly there's so many things I could write about but at this point I might be theorizing too much and not actually reviewing the game, but I really don't want to spoil, so I think that's it for now! Part 2 is scheduled to be released in winter, though I'm not sure if that means December, January or later. You can buy part 1 here though! Please support them. It was mentioned that they are planning to release an English and Chinese version, though any information about that will have to wait until the release of part 2. When part 2 is released I'll write a review about that too! <- you can check that out here now!
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So, when Danganronpa S was released (and V3's UTDP but I'll get to that later...) Hinata and Komaeda were given noticeably different versions of their pre-existing sprites for their swimsuit versions:




If you struggle to see a difference, note Hinata's wider mouth in the swimsuit ver., and Komaeda's narrower eyes and more outlined smirk in his swimsuit ver.
I, along with many people, always wondered, why? Why change these already perfectly fine sprites and, honestly, make them worse? What gives?
Then, I stumbled across something. Back in 2012, before the Japanese release of Super Danganronpa 2, you could play an online monomono machine to win little goodies like desktop backgrounds and profile pictures. Please note these pre-release desktop backgrounds for Hinata and Komaeda:


...So, wait a minute. The sprites used in Danganronpa S aren't new edits, but beta sprites? Older than the ones featured in the original SDR2? Turns out, this website features desktop backgrounds using beta sprites for nearly every character that otherwise never saw the light of day.*
I'm going to go through them one by one, gif comparisons included. This won't be the only post, either! UTDP also has some very interesting likely beta art used in it, too. As well, some of the other sprites featured in Danganronpa S may also be reused beta sprites!
As such, this log will be broken into three parts. This is part 1.
[Part 2 - UTDP (not made yet!)] [Part 3 - DRS (not made yet!)] [Part 4 - Dangan Island (not made yet!)]
*with the exception of UTDP in some cases, as well as some other things I will get to in Part 4.
As said, semi-flashing gifs will be included in this post. They are meant to swap between the beta and final sprites at a fast pace to illustrate the differences (2 frame, half a second each). Be cautious if you have epilepsy.
Also, because of Tumblr's stupid image limit, this post will have a reblog with the rest of the sprites! So please check this post's reblogs, it should be the first one!
Firstly, how do we know these are actually beta sprites? These images are sourced from the Danganronpa fandom wiki, and while I generally trust the wiki's credibility, it's always imperative to fact-check. So, I went ahead and searched Danganronpa's old website on the Wayback Machine and uncovered this:
A character intro page for Hinata, using this same beta sprite. Now, granted, the only capture of this page is from 2015. Still a year before V3 and a few more before S, but still, it's not the 2012 original. That said, a character intro page for Mioda circa early 2014 looks exactly the same, including the usage of her beta sprite.
And, when you click on the button that says スクリーンショット(Screenshot)...
You're offered a very obviously beta trial shot. As is common with Danganronpa trials, in development, the actual character portraits are not put in until later, and to substitute, their art reference photos are used, as seen on the left.
With that out of the way, I think it's safe to say these sprite we are about to look at are indeed betas.


It's only fair, then, we focus on Hinata first.
(Please note for all the comparison gifs I had to manually size the final sprites to get them as close as possible in aspect ratio. Very minor size difference between sprites is likely a result of this and not an actual detail change.)
A lot is revealed with a simple gif. Hinata's entire face shape was changed (including ears), not just his mouth. In fact, not just the shape of his face, but the face itself is drawn very differently in the end. The neck of his shirt was raised, as well as tie being redrawn (you can actually see where the new part begins somewhat sloppily). Less notable but still apparent are his bangs being redrawn and shaded differently.


Keeping with consistency, let's check out Komaeda next.
Yet again, the differences are striking when flipped back and forth. Komaeda's face shape and ear was redone much like Hinata, but not to nearly the same dramatic extent. As well, his entire face was redrawn, notably erasing the black shading under his chin and shortening his eyelashes. Less noticeable, the hair touching his neck is shortened a bit, and the crease line on his hood is more well-defined. They also slightly changed the line art for the first fold in his shirt, the neck at the back of his shirt, as well as his leftmost bang. Interestingly, they either forgot or didn't care to fix the shading to reflect the new placement of these lines. His jacket also has some changes in line art weight.


With Hinata and Komaeda out of the way, let's touch on Kuzuryuu.
This one honestly shocked me. Besides the added detail of him spitting, I didn't notice any difference right off the bat until I overlayed the images, but the differences are night and day. His eyes are made to be less mean and more skeptical. His mole was shrunk and his nose is more 3-dimensional. Extra detail is added to his ear while his hair is redrawn in whole, including it being slightly shorter. What's most interesting is the fact the body was sized up and moved down several pixels, I imagine to change the perspective. Some minor line changes are made to the white undershirt of his suit.


It would be improper not to do Pekoyama next.
Again, just like Kuzuryuu, I didn't notice half of these changes at first. Pekoyama's whole face is slimmed. The outer outline of her hair remains the same, but almost every outline inside of it, including her bangs, changes. (Although, her right twin-tail has a slightly longer end to it.) Her outfit receives minor touch-ups, including a clothes fold on her breast and darker shading by her collarbone. Speaking of, her neck muscles and such have been redrawn. Most interesting to me is the fact Pekoyama's outline is noticeably thicker with action lines in the original beta sprite, but lack them in the final sprite as if somebody used the magic wand tool to edit the background out, editing away some of the jagged black lines in the process. She is the only character where this happens.


Since she is a major character, let's do Nanami now.
I wasn't surprised to find Nanami has virtually no difference about her. Her design was pretty much set in stone early on. That said, it's not entirely the same. Though very minor, the thickness of her left eye was increased at the top. As well, shading across her pinky finger was removed. There is also a chance her body is slightly bigger, but that's more likely to be a result of me failing to perfectly match up the two images.


I want to focus on Souda now as he was the first one I did this test with.
You know, when I first played SDR2, I thought Souda looked kind of scary. His beta is even scarier looking! I can see why they changed it...Every detail on his face is redrawn including his chin, notably his pupil was enlarged and his eyebrows were quirked. Funnily, it seems the clip on his beanie was redrawn, but like Komaeda, they didn't edit the color layer to match the new outline. Some minor line art changes were made to his back hair. The lines for his neck and collarbone were lessened, and the jacket zipper is made more three dimensional. His thumb was fixed too, as well as the lines on his hand.
Also, here's a fun little thing I noticed while replaying SDR2 just a few days ago!
The sprite used for Souda in the Dangan Island opening is the exact same as the beta sprite! This would be the only time Westerners would catch a glimpse of some beta sprites until UTDP, as keep in mind, these wallpapers were exclusive to the Japanese Danganronpa website.
In fact, Souda isn't the only one with a beta sprite in the Dangan Island opening. I will also be covering that in part 4.
Moving on...


I guess it's only natural we look at Sonia's sprite next.
Changes like these ones are very interesting to me, because if you did not do a side-by-side like this, you may never see how many minor details were changed. A lot of Sonia's line art was redrawn to be more detailed, such as more lines in her hair, thinner outlines for her braid, and redrawn creases in her shoulders and bow (as well as a redrawn button). Her face is interesting as some very minor changes were made. Some detail is added to both ears (thicker outline on the right, changed line art on the left) and her left eyebrow is slightly edited. She was also given extra eyelashes on both sides. When it comes to such minor changes, it makes you wonder why they bothered at all. I wonder what the development looked like.
Anyways, please check the reblog for the second part! That's where the rest of the characters will be!
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Cody James Curtis, Florida inmate Q72590, born 1999, incarceration intake January 2025 at age 25, scheduled for release January 2046
DUI Manslaughter, DUI Result in Serious Bodily Injury
In January 2025, a drunk driver who hit four people - killing one woman outside of a local restaurant was sentenced will spend 24 years in prison.
Cody Curtis appeared in court and pleaded no contest, which means he's not admitting guilt, but accepting the punishment.
In April 2024, Curtis hit and killed 80-year-old Mary Lou Sharpe eating outside That BBQ Place in Matlacha. He also hit four other people.
Troopers say his blood alcohol concentration was .137%.
For his sentence, each charge's punishment will be served consecutively. For the DUI manslaughter charge, he has to serve four years mandatory. He was credited 268 days of time served for time spend in jail for pre-trial custody.
A judge has also suspended Curtis' license for the rest of his life.
This case was drawn out because earlier in November 2023, Curtis asked for a new attorney stating that his court appointed attorney had made comments suggesting that 'drunk drivers should rot in prison', but that request was denied.
A day later his attorney filed a motion to withdraw as counsel, and the motion was granted.
A new attorney was appointed, and two months later at a case management conference he announced that he was switching his plea to a no contest plea.
On Friday January 31, 2025 he was discharged at 4:51am from the local county jail and transferred to the custody and control of the Florida DOC.
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One in the Same - Pre and Post BB Danse Head Cannons
If this is pre Blind Betrayal, he'd shoot and kill you point blank because you alone are a monster. Machine and flesh were never meant to mingle like what happened with you. YOU are a monster created by humanities brightest and humanitites stupidest.
It doesn't matter if how he finds out and when he finds out, pre BB, he's going to kill you. Your relationship doesn't matter, how you hid in plain sight doesn't matter. What matters is that you're dead.
He'll confront you at one of the settlements you live at, probably at the Red Rocket Truck Stop.
"Hands up Synth!" Danse shouted as he lifted his rifle up to level with your head. You dropped your knife as you slowly raised your hands. "You thought you could lie to us, to worm your way into the Brotherhood?!"
"Danse, you don't know what you're talking about... You don't know anything..." You tried to beg as he pressed the barrel against your temple. "I'm human, human as the day I was born..."
"That is bullshit... You're a synth, a machine made to do and not to feel. Your kind disgusts me...." Danse sneered as he pushed you onto your knee, staring down with disgust. "You're an abomination..."
Then, he pulls the trigger with no hesitation. It felt like he killed a part of himself, but it was for the better of the Brotherhood. At least, that's what he tells himself.
Post BB is a completely different story. You're both downstairs of Listening Post Bravo. It's quiet, the institute is gone. Wiped from the face of the ugly, ugly earth.
You're sitting next to Danse as he stares at his holotags around your neck, the armor that was once his is now yours. You hold a holotape in you hand and you're tapping it against your Pip-boy.
Danse is sitting on a desk, his new power armor in the corner, missing the flare of the BoS paint job. It's quiet, neither of you are talking, just the soft sound of your radio and the tapping of the holotape against your Pip Boy.
Then he hears you starting to talk, the sound of the tape finally entering the Pip Boy catches his attention.
"When we launched our attack on the institute, when we blew it open with Liberty Prime...." You started, focusing on the holotape, your hands shaking as you got ready to hit play. "I found my son, my boy... The man that made you...."
Danse raised an eyebrow but he stayed quiet and motioned for you to go on. "I'm listening..." He muttered as he watched your face.
"He was sick, dying... He knew that he was going to die and that my face would be the last on he'd ever see..." You clicked through the holotape options. "He gave me a holotape before I shot him, killing and granting him mercy."
"A holotape? What's on it?" Danse asked as he stood up, crossing the room over to you. "Why'd he give it to you..?"
You sucked in a deep breath, you chest feeling tight as you pressed play.
"This is Shaun, aged 37, head of the institute. I've been reading up on what happened in the vault, the death of my parents I mean." The voice started, announcing his name and age. "I had someone go out to the Vault, Vault 111, and they came back reporting that there were no signs of life. My mother, the last survivor, had died in the Cryogenic stasis."
Danse's lips pressed into a thin line, what did it mean dead? You were standing right in front of him, fine and breathing. You weren't dead.
"I had someone retrieve the body, bringing her back to the institute. Her hippocampus was still intact, still holding her memories and in perfect condition due to the stasis. So I did something I may regret, but I must see this through... Mankind redefined." The tape then cut off, promting you to click the next play button.
"This is Shaun, aged 40, Father of the Institute. It's been 3 years, trial and error with P0-01 through P2-47. We did it and we're sending her back to the vault. P2-48 has been activated and the memories of my mother are instilled within her. We'll be seeing to what she does after she's been released in 20 years and allowed to roam free to do as she wishes." Shaun spoke calmly, the clatter of keyboards sounded from the background of the tape.
"I'm ready to see what this experiment does, who they become. This is Shaun Signing out. I hope I meet P2-48 some day, maybe she'll be like my mother. But that's enough." The tape went dead. Danse looked over at you, shocked.
"You're.. You're-" Danse started before you cut him off. "I'm a Synth, yes. So... We're both Synths and our lives are upside down..."
He nodded softly before standing up. "I haven't told the Brotherhood, so I'm still a human in their eyes. It's for the better..."
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anyway for anyone who needs to hear it (since i've seen this on twitter??), Claudia doesn't die from the rats, the clip is literally called 'The Abduction', so it takes place before the trial.
right so clip #2 has confirmed for me that we will indeed not survive this episode
#that's probably her pre-trial holding cell/punishment#the vampires have advanced healing abilities i dont think the rats could straight up kill her anyways#but yeah this is pre-trial. they would not release the literal clip of her dying lol#iwtv#iwtv spoilers
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I know this is a women’s blog so please feel free to ignore. I was wondering if you could explain why Barça never had a shirt sponsor and in recent times do? I know they had unicef but they never received money for that. I’ve read a bit online but can’t understand if there was controversy around the shirt sponsors or if it was just change in the times and needing the extra cashflow. Not sure if this is to do with the current financial standing with the club because my understanding is the first sponsor appeared in 2009? Thank you!
well, this blog is about barça femení and you can't separate the status of the women's team with what is happening with the men's team or the club as a whole. plus, these sponsorships also impact the women's team 🤷♀️
anyway, a history lesson: football shirt sponsorship can be traced back to the late 1970s but really took off in more modern times. barça had famously been a holdout in refusing to sell "real estate" on its football shirts to sponsors because of our principles ("més que un club"). in fact, from 2005 to 2010, barça actually donated money to the non-profit organisation UNICEF to display its logo on its shirts and never accepted money to do so.
but it was in 2010 when we signed our first sponsorship with qatar foundation, followed by deals with beko, rakuten, and spotify. and yes, it was all for financial gain as we were leaving money on the table by not signing up sponsors, as this is a common money making venture in global football.
however, this was the era of fc barcelona presidents sandro rosell and josep bartomeu. rosell was arrested for money laundering and kickbacks in 2017 and spent almost two years in pre-trial jail before being released. and if you have been following barça news recently, then you know we can blame a lot of our financial woes on bartomeu. so, it was really around this time that you can trace a lot of the financial mismanagement that happened with the club (for example, look up the messi and neymar tax scandals).
so yeah, it is all connected. but i am glad that we moved away from the qatar deal, as that was quite the change in principles to go from unicef one year to qatar airways the next. unfortunately, there's no such thing as an ethical corporation anymore, but at least some are better than others 😬
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"Hold Me Forever" : Chapter 1
Words: 3670 (I know it's long!)
Pairing: Finnick Odair x FemReader
Time: 75th Hunger Games (Catching Fire)
Warnings: weapons, kisses, basically any Hunger Games talk, you know.
Summary: You won the 68th Hunger Games at age 15. Now, seven years later, you are being thrown back in, this time with your boyfriend, Finnick Odair. How will you two balance your relationship with the trials of the Games?
Note: I've had this draft of Finnick x Reader for a while now, and as I get more confident in sharing my writing, I decided I would finally start posting it. I know this first chapter is quite long, but it's all the set up for the readers games, so if you want, stick with it! Eventually, I'll probably, hopefully continue to release the rest of the story, so bear with me! Hope you enjoy!
*Also, I don't own most of these characters! Some I created, but mostly they are from the good old Hunger Games series.
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Pre-Games: District 4
My hair softly blew in the wind, my lips tasted salty from the sea air, and soft sand sifted through my toes. I took a deep breath and smiled at the scene before my eyes softly closed, and my mind shifted to the Games.
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68th Games Flashback
My breath slightly caught in my throat as I looked over the sea of people before the stage. My name had just been chosen out of all the other females in District 4 to represent the District in the 68th Hunger Games. I was 15. Although I wanted to begin crying on the spot, I knew that the tributes from here were part of the Career group, and therefore, I needed to act strong and excited for this opportunity. Swallowing my sob, I flit my eyes up from the ground and put on a mischievous smile.
“Our District 4 tributes for this year’s 68th Hunger Games!” our escort, Mariana, cheerfully exclaimed, and as my District partner, also my best friend, Corey, and I held hands and raised them into the air, the crowd cheered loudly and with passion for us.
We smiled and dropped our hands before heading back to meet our family and friends. I stayed as strong as I could while saying goodbye to them, but as soon as they left, I let out a big breath, and a tear was wiped from my cheek. Eventually, we found ourselves on the train with our mentors, Finnick Odair and Mags Flanagan. They were to co-mentor us, as Mags didn’t talk, and it gave Finnick the chance to continue his new mentoring skills. It was impossible for me not to think him attractive, but as he was a couple of years older, all I could do was sneak glances occasionally.
Training had gone as expected, Corey and I learning alongside the other Careers, mastering the weapons scattered around the training center. Unlike the other Careers, though, we had been told by our mentors not to overlook the survival stations as they would come in handy more often than a weapon. Occasionally, a scoff was released from another in the group, but we ignored it and went on our way. As far as weapons, Corey ended very skilled with a sword and as usual a trident, though not quite at Finnick’s level, while I improved at all types of knives plus improving at a bow and spear.
The Career group that year was a good one for sure. District 1 had Sly (M) and Jewel (F), the former scoring a 10 in his assessment while Jewel scored an 8, much to her disappointment. District 2 consisted of Blaze (M) and Artemis (F), Blaze scoring a 10 as well and Artemis a 9. Then there was Corey and I who both scored respectable 9’s. Jewel was a bit of a drama queen and annoying, but there was always one like that.
When we rose into the arena, I was met with a welcome surprise. The Cornucopia was centered in the circle of tributes as per usual, but surrounding the podiums was a body of water, far enough across that we’d have to swim a bit and couldn’t just jump over. When the gong sounded, most ran towards the sculpture, some running away, and we Careers got to work. Being more sensible than most other Careers, I tried to stay away from killing as much as I could but had to stab someone when they came at me with their knife pointed at my head.
For the most part, we Careers went about the Games the same as every year. We traveled around hunting down the other tributes and defending our camp and each other when attacked. After a while, though, Corey and I worried that the rest of the group would begin to turn on us as District 4 seemed to be the odd ones out, and one night we snuck off on our own. It appeared our decision had been a good one, as the group had begun to fight each other just the next day, Jewel and Blaze the only ones left alive.
Corey and my plan had gone well until one day we were attacked by Bran, the male tribute from 9, and Ivy, the female from 7. It was a rough fight, as Ivy and I went back and forth in who had the advantage before, eventually I knocked Ivy’s axe out of her hand, kicked her to the ground, and pierced my spear through her stomach. Her cannon sounded, but I was met with a scream from behind me. Whipping my head around, I was met with Brian on top of Corey, a knife to my partner's throat, and without thinking, I ran at the boy.
Bam! I slammed myself into the other attacker, knocking him off Corey. He looked shocked momentarily before I yelled, “Get your trident!” while I grabbed my spear.
Corey quickly scrambled to his feet while Bran did the same, and once they were both up, Bran stood facing us, knife at the ready.
“I’m not leaving till at least one of you is dead,” he growled lunging a bit.
“Gonna be difficult if you’re the dead one,” Corey smirked.
Then the fighting resumed, us two against the one, and held our advantage for a bit. Suddenly, Bran brought his elbow up and knocked it into my head so hard that I felt dizzy and stumbled over. My vision blurred from the impact, and I couldn’t get up, but it was good enough to make out Bran sending his knife through Corey’s stomach, the latter gasping and crumpling to the ground.
“No!” I screamed and my anger brought me to my feet, my body lunging at Bran and sending my spear through his head, killing him instantly.
The next few moments consisted of me holding Corey in my arms and lap with him motivating me to keep pushing and trying to get home, for him, for our families, for our mentors, for the District, and myself. I nodded, tears falling down my face and before I knew it, another cannon sounded. I spent the rest of that night grieving, but the next day I held my head up high and continued to try. I would try and win.
After a few days had passed, I heard a cannon, and it immediately appeared in the sky. That meant there were only two left, and those two were me and Blaze. It felt like I had been punched in the stomach. Blaze was one of the best in the arena, and certainly better than I. I had to try, though.
“Attention to the remaining tributes! Congratulations! You are the final two!” Claudius Templesmith announced, his voice echoing throughout the arena. “Now, if you look down at your right forearm, you’ll notice a small blue light.”
I dropped my gaze to my right arm and, sure enough, a light glowed from inside the appendage.
“That is your tracker. If you don’t make it back to the Cornucopia in five minutes, it will self-destruct. I wish you all the luck in the world and may the odds be ever in your favor.”
A loud boom sounded, and I knew that the five minutes had started. My legs took off, running as fast as I possibly could. They burned, but I didn’t care, I’d rather that than a blown-up arm.
“Two minutes,” Claudius said.
I continued to run and eventually, I could see the large structure ahead of me. Suddenly, Claudius began to count down from 10. I panicked, and seeing the ring of water approaching, I pushed harder and dove into it. When I was back up on land, I ran a bit more to be safe as the countdown ended.
“Ahh!!”
It sounded like Blaze hadn’t made it in time and his tracker self-destructed, but he wasn’t dead as there was no cannon. Instead, he stumbled into the other end of the clearing and made it across the water, right forearm blown off and dripping blood while he limped towards me.
“So, down to you and me. The District 4 girl, to me, the best,” Blaze smirked at me. “Did you manage to kill Corey? How’d you buck up the courage to do that to your little boyfriend, huh?”
Anger boiled inside me. How dare he think I killed my best friend, and he wasn’t my boyfriend by any means.
“What’s wrong? You couldn’t handle seeing his bloodied body after you killed him? Hm?”
It all got too much, and I charged. He seemed surprised at first as this didn’t seem like me, but his taunting about Corey drew the line.
“Don’t you dare say anything about Corey! He was my best friend! I would’ve killed myself if I killed him and he’s the only reason I’m still here! I’m still fighting to avenge him!” I yelled as we fought.
Unfortunately, for the District 2 boy, he couldn’t fight as well with his stub of an arm but he still somehow managed to wrap it around my neck when I tried to punch him. He squeezed it and I felt the movement of air stop. I gasped and tried to take a deep breath but to no avail.
“This is the end, (y/n),” he growled, holding a knife dangerously close to my stomach.
“No,” I whispered.
“What?” he questioned.
“No, this is the end, for you,” I choked out, secretly grabbing a knife from my belt and stabbing him from behind.
“Why,” he gasped as he fell to the ground.
“I’m sorry, I really am,” I gasped kneeling next to him tears beginning to fall. “I did it for Corey. I’m sorry.”
“It’s the Hunger Games. Someone had to win, and that’s not me,” he whispered before a loud boom was heard.
“Ladies and gentlemen!” Claudius’ voice sounded. “I am pleased to present the victor of the 68th Hunger Games, (y/n) (y/l/n)!”
I let out a sigh of relief before my face dropped, realizing what I had done to achieve this title. The bloodied bodies of all the former tributes were then surrounding me. Blaze, Corey, Ivy, Bran, the boy I had killed in the beginning, and all we had killed in the Career group.
“You’re alive because we’re dead. You killed us,” they all chanted except for Corey.
“I should’ve lived a nice life back in 4, (y/n). Not you. But now I’m dead, all because of you,” Corey growled.
“No!” I screamed and sank to the ground, knees to my chest, sobbing.
I continued to sob not even realizing when the hovercraft lifted me and brought me back to the Capitol. Aboard the hovercraft, I was placed in a makeshift hospital room and was given some drugs that put me to sleep. When I woke up back in the Capitol hospital, Mags was sitting in my room and immediately came over to the bedside when she saw my eyes open, gesturing a nurse away from the room, probably to tell people I was awake.
“Mags,” I softly cried burying my head in her chest as she held me close and hugged me.
After a few moments, we heard the door open, and instead of a nurse standing there, it was Finnick looking a bit hurried and worried. When he saw that I was indeed awake, a look of relief crossed his face, and he came over to my bed, replacing Mags’s place, wrapping his muscular arms around me comfortably.
“Good job,” he whispered in my ear.
Before I could say anything about how I only won because everyone else had died he cut me off.
“I know it hurts. Everyone else dying just so you can live. Listen to me, though, the Capitol loved it. Completely ate it up. To keep yourself and those you love safe, you need to act strong. It’s going to be difficult, but please, you need to try.”
We pulled apart, and I looked into his sea-green eyes. They were completely serious and full of worry again. I nodded and wiped the tears from my face. In my Victor interview, I did exactly what Finnick had explained, putting on a brave, sassy, and happy face with a fake smile. I responded with jokes and the audience loved me before they cheered even louder while the crown was placed upon my head. As soon as I left the stage, I slammed backward into a wall and covered my ears as all the voices of the other tributes flooded my senses. Finnick showed up and hid me away from the view of any cameras or Capitol citizens, comforting me in a way no one had done before.
Eventually, I was forced to go on the victory tour, something I was very reluctant to do, but in the end, it wasn’t a negotiation. I was dressed up head to toe in expensive clothing, pushed onto a stage in every District with notecards to spew words about how grateful I was to the Capitol for my experiences after the Games and the rest of my life. I wanted to vomit hearing the words come out of my mouth.
By the very last one before the Capitol itself, I had crumpled to the floor as soon as the big doors closed behind me. Again, Finnick hid me away and comforted me. Unfortunately, he also told me some upsetting information about what would probably happen in the Capitol after the party. He told me all about how his body was sold to Capitol citizens to continue his work for the President. I couldn’t say anything and just threw myself into his arms both in sympathy for what he had gone through and in fear of it happening to me.
Just as we had predicted, at the end of the party, some of Snow’s guards had pulled me away from everyone else and placed me in a room with just the President himself. Not wanting anything to happen to my family I accepted with a forced smile and went on my way. I told Finnick that night resulting in another hug, this time in sympathy for me. Luckily for me, through the years, I was not put through nearly as much as some other tributes.
Over the next couple of years, Finnick and my relationship began to change. I slowly formed major feelings for him, his beach hair, green eyes, and charming smile. I loved it all. It was during the 71st Games, when Johanna won, that our relationship changed for the better. We had taken on the mentoring together that year, with him mostly helping the male out more while I helped the female. When both of them died very early, I lost it and blamed their deaths heavily on myself. As usual, he calmed me down, but in a very different way from the usual. As I bawled and went on and on about how it was all my fault, he took my face in his hands and pressed his lips on mine.
To say I was shocked was an understatement. I stopped breathing for a moment before my lips matched his rhythm, and I kissed back. We pulled apart and laughed a little at our previous action before he calmed me down in his usual way and explained how he had liked me the past few years, only now building up the courage to kiss me while I was spiraling. From then on, our relationship was one of the best, and he always made me happy.
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End of Flashback
My eyes fluttered open as I felt a pair of lips place down on the top of my head and a body sit down next to mine. I turned my head and was met with my boyfriend’s face.
“Hey,” he smiled.
“Hey,” I smiled back, and we pecked each other on the lips before pulling apart and I shifted so I was lying in his lap.
“Were you thinking about your Games again, Angel?” he asked playing with a piece of my hair, using my nickname, and always knowing what I was thinking.
“Unfortunately. I can’t help it with the Quell coming up,” I responded, tracing little circles on his knee.
“I know, I get it. I’ve been thinking about mine too. But it’s okay, we’re here right now. Together. No matter what happens, I’ll always be there for you.”
“Thanks, I’ll be there for you too,” I smiled softly.
For a while more, we sat there, in the presence of each other and completely in love. Eventually, we made our way back to our houses that stood directly across from each other.
“Do you want to stay over to watch the Quell announcement?” Finnick asked me as we stood between our two houses.
“I would love to, but I think I should be there with the family,” I smiled, pushing away some hair that had fallen across his eyes.
“Sounds good,” he smiled and kissed me on the forehead once before moving down to my lips.
We both smiled into the kiss and held onto the other’s hand as long as we could as we parted towards our respective abodes.
That night, my mother, older brother, and I gathered in the living room after dinner to watch President Snow announce what the 75th Hunger Games and the 3rd Quarter Quell would be this year, and what catch it would be. We all sat on our couch, the nerves felt through all of us. Suddenly, the screen flickered to life, and Snow was standing at a podium, microphone in front of his face.
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is the 75th year of the Hunger Games. It was written in the charter of the Games that every 25 years, there would be a Quarter Quell, to keep fresh for each new generation, the memory of those who died in the uprising against the Capitol. Each Quarter Quell is distinguished by Games of a special significance.
On the 25th anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that their children were dying because of their choice to initiate violence, every District was made to hold an election and vote on the tributes who would represent it. On the 50th anniversary, as a reminder that two rebels died for each Capitol citizen, every District was required to send twice as many tributes.
Now, on the 75th anniversary of our defeat of the rebellion, we celebrate the third Quarter Quell as a reminder that even the strongest cannot overcome the power of the Capitol, on this, the third Quarter Quell Games, the male and female tributes are to be reaped from the existing pool of victors in each District.”
My heart sank. The man continued to talk, but I couldn’t hear any of it. All I could hear was the thumping of blood in my ears, my mom wailed out, and my brother choked back a sob. The only female tributes in District 4 were me, Annie, and Mags. There was no way that I could let either of them go in. Annie was still so broken, though I probably was as well, more than I thought, and although she was a year older, she seemed like a small girl at the same time. She was my best friend. And Mags, absolutely not. She didn’t deserve to go back in, no one did, but especially her. She was like a grandmother to me. Thinking on the other side, Finnick was one of four male tributes still alive. I could only hope he wasn’t chosen or volunteered.
Oh, Finnick. I had to go to him. I quickly got up and mumbled out that I was sorry and had to go find Finnick to my mom and brother before running out of the house and closing the door. When I turned around, I saw Finnick doing the same across the way, and after we locked eyes, both filled with tears, we ran to each other. We met in the middle of Victor’s Village and wrapped our arms around each other, crying, and in absolute fear.
Eventually, we were able to pull apart from each other to look each other in the face.
“Finn, you know I can’t let Annie or Mags go in. You know I would never forgive myself,” I quickly said before he could stop it.
“(y/n)…” he started before I cut him off with a kiss.
When we pulled apart, he looked me in the eyes and realized how serious I was. If I wasn’t chosen, I would most certainly be volunteering for either the red-haired girl or my grandmother figure.
“I understand, I feel like I’m obliged to go in over the others too,” he explained.
“Finn, no, please no.”
“(y/n), I have to. Plus, if you go in, I don’t trust any of them to look after you,” he joked, trying to make the situation a bit lighter.
I took a deep breath, taking in the information before complying and said, “Okay. If that’s how it needs to be. You and me.”
“You and me,” he replied.
By the time I walked back to my house, I had accepted my fate just a bit, though I was still very scared and shocked. As soon as I stepped into the house and closed the door behind me, my mom and brother were walking towards me.
“Don’t you dare do it, (y/n),” my brother cried. “You can’t go in there.”
“Come on, Sean,” I begged. “I can’t let Annie or Mags go in there. If you were in my situation, I know you’d do the same thing.”
Instead of arguing more, he gave a very slight nod and hugged me. My mom joined the hug, teary-eyed, and we stood there for what seemed like forever. I probably wouldn’t get this ever again, or at least for a very long time. I would be going back into the games.
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