#v: dog fiend

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please write a story where either chris or matt is veryyyy dominant and can throw the reader around (might sound weird) but like a size difference 🙏

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!matt x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you feel sex deprived when you go camping with your boyfriend and his brothers for a few days, and you don’t think you can wait any longer.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, swearing, heavy petting, semi-public (?), marking, p in v, degradation, mentions blood, ROUGH

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,038

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: combined these two because they both fit the idea when i was brainstorming! hope you guys like it :)

“is everybody in?” matt asks as he turns the keys into the golf kart ignition. the boys have a campsite on a campground, and you guys have been going camping every few weeks. it’s summertime, so it’s the perfect weather to do things.

the campground is nice. it’s big with other people’s trailers there, dogs and little kids run around from morning to curfew.

doing activities like this is nice to get away from life for a bit, especially social media. having to text people back can be so exhausting.

a seatbelt clicks behind you. “yup. all ready.” chris says.

the sun is setting, and you hear the weekend band playing in the distance. matt’s driving of course, and you’re in the passenger seat. nick and chris are in the back facing outward.

the music starts to get closer as matt drives down the small hill that leads to the main part of the grounds. there’s a dog park, a horseshoe game setup, a lounge, and a playground/basketball court. the stage is just outside of the lounge and the bathrooms are on the other side.

there’s a fire going in the middle of where the picnic tables are. people from around the campgrounds are either sitting or standing by their golf karts, some dogs barking as well.

kids play on the playground and matt finds a spot to park. rainbow beams flood the air from the stage, the band singing whatever country song they’re playing.

fairy lights hang on the trees above. the four of you get up from the kart, heading closer to the stage. not too close, but close enough to get a better view.

the music is loud, people’s voices echoing through your head. cigarette smoke enters your nostrils and the sounds of beer cans opening flood your ears.

you would think this type of scene isn’t for the triplets and you’re not wrong, but something about being in the wilderness is so calming.

matt wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you close and swaying to the music. the only downside of this trip is that you can’t have sex.

not to sound like a fiend, but you get sexually frustrated when you go a few days without it. you bite your lip as you start getting dirty thoughts in your mind, squirming in your boyfriend’s grasp.

“you okay?” he asks, a little loud so you can hear him over the music.

“mhm,” you say with a nod.

you put your hands behind your back, reaching towards matt’s crotch. it’s dark enough that people can’t see what you’re doing, but they’re all distracted anyway. however, you’re so close to his body that people definitely can’t see what you’re doing.

you start to palm his dick through his jeans, and he takes an arm off your shoulder and holds your hand still. “stop.”

obviously, you don’t listen, and you move your hand again. he’s starting to grow at your touch, but grips your hand tighter. “stop.”

you look at him innocently over your shoulder, your hand movements becoming faster on his erection. he groans, thrusting his hips slightly into your palm.

“we’ll be right back,” he says out of nowhere, lifting you over his shoulder since he’s so much bigger than you. he walks away before the other two can say anything, and he doesn’t bother taking the golf kart.

nick and chris stare at each other. “they’re going to fuck.” chris says, taking a sip out of the pepsi that he brought with him.

“oh, yeah.” nick agrees.

the walk back to the trailer feels short as you giggle back. matt’s boner hurts like a bitch as he opens the door and goes into the bedroom, throwing you onto the bed. “think you’re funny, huh?” he says lowly, immediately taking his shirt and jeans off.

you don’t say anything. except you look at him with doe eyes. then, he starts taking off your clothes. you’ve been waiting for this.

his dick springs out when he takes his boxers down, and it does look like it hurts.

he starts to crawl on top of you but then flips over causing you to gasp. you’re now straddling his lap.

you don’t have a chance to react when he grabs your hips and slams you down onto his cock. you whine as you feel him stretch you out completely. you start to bounce slowly, putting your head into his neck to leave kisses.

matt hisses when you bite down, sucking and marking his neck. you repeat that action multiple times, still bouncing painfully slowly.

he sighs annoyingly, flipping you over once again and pulling you closer by the legs before slamming into you immediately at an ungodly pace.

“matt!” you scream, your nails digging into his shoulders. “f-fuck!”

“you think you can tease me and get away with it? think again, sweetheart.”

you whimper, your back arching with each thrust. you repeat his name along with moans and cries of pleasure.

“or is this what you wanted?” he asks, grunting at the sudden pain in his back as you drag your nails when he hits your g-spot suddenly. “i should’ve taken you right then and there so people know what a fucking slut you are.”

“i-i’m—” your cut off when your legs start to shake, your eyes rolling back when the knot in your stomach is close to snapping.

the scratches you’re leaving on matt’s back start to bleed the deeper your nails dig, and he moans at the feeling. “you’re going to make me cum if you keep doing that shit.” he says through gritted teeth, getting close to his orgasm because he knows he’s making you feel this good.

a shaky moan leaves your mouth when you start to cum around his dick. he grunts as he thrusts into you two or three more times before pulling out and cumming on your stomach.

you pant and quiver, a smug smile on your lips. matt turns his back to retrieve your guys’ clothes, and your eyes widen. his back is red, scratches of different shades running down his bare skin. “your back… is fucked up.” you say between pants.

he smirks. “wouldn’t be the first time.”

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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Like Prey (MDNI+18)

Virgin!Ralph Penbury x TimeTraveler!Mean!F!Reader

Summary: Ralph’s the one hunting you down. So why is it that he feels like prey?

Tw/tags: smut, loss of virginity, small dick!ralph (little ones deserve love, too also he’s got big balls), oral sex (f.receiving), silly humor, unprotected p in v , creampie, degradation/teasing kink, dirty talk, intense orgasms, breeding kink, primal/chase kink, brief dom!ralph, brief body insecurities on Ralph’s part, little fluff, nipple play, doggystyle sex in the woods, desperate kinda rough sex, licking, french kissing, grinding, getting caught (surprise guest: Lauren)…I think that covers everything

Victory is on the tip of his panting tongue. He could almost taste it…

…Or was that just the taste of blood…

Ralph knows he’s not the most athletic man. Hell, he’s never had to lift as little as a finger due to his abundant wealth. But you made him an offer he couldn’t refuse: 30 minutes on the clock, Ralph is meant to hunt you down within this large pine forest, catch you before the end of time, and you’ll surrender yourself to him totally!

After all the push and shove, finally you’ve given him the chance…with some obstacles to hurdle, of course. But Ralph would happily tackle them with the energy of a trained show dog if it meant you were the prize.

Maybe he’s not the best at running but at least the outdoor skills he’s learned from his boy scouting days should give him some advantage. It’s too bad you failed to disclose that you, too, were once both a girl scout and an active member of your high school and college sports teams.

Ralph pats a handkerchief over his reddening sweaty face before wringing out the cloth and placing it back into his shirt pocket. He raises the aluminum round water canteen to his dry lips, shaking it above his tongue when no liquid produces. Frustrated, he tosses it to the ground before moving on to something else that would replenish his energy.

Removing his backpack, he rummages through it for a snack bar. A quick bite should boost his morale and strength. He sits on a nearby tree stump, munching away. Some pesky mosquitoes begin to buzz around him, the honey scent within the snack bar attracting them. Bloody hell…he wishes he hadn’t worn these shorts but he wanted to look the part of a hunter and you, the innocent deer.

But this was only just the beginning of his problems. The food had now attracted a curious squirrel, scurrying its way up to him. Ralph puffs his chest, recalling an animal fact about potential dangerous squirrel encounters: make yourself look bigger.

Or…was that for bears?

The squirrel screeches at him and Ralph raises his hands in caution, trying to reason with the animal. Instead the furry fiend lunges forward in attack, prompting Ralph to yelp and make for an exit.

Ralph’s going in the complete opposite direction from where he’d believe to have seen you and, according to his pocket-watch, he’s only got 5 minutes left. After a couple of circles around the area, he finally makes the smart decision to throw the snack far enough for the squirrel to head in its direction. He takes the time to catch his breath, desperately gasping for air.

“Oh, lover boy,” You call over his shoulder, stepping away once he’s turning to face you. “You’ve still got 10 seconds left on the clock. Catch me.”

“Coming, darling.” Ralph rasps weakly but he’s immediately tripped up by one shoe he’d removed and thrown at the creature. Now he lies on his back, hyperventilating and defeated. It is officially…

Game. Over.

“I win.” You gloat.

“That you did, darling. Good show.” Ralph praises exhaustively, attempting to sit up. With your foot on his shoulder, you push him back into the dirt.

He glances up at you in both confusion and awe as you lower yourself onto his lap, sitting directly on his hardening member. You look absolutely stunning in your thin tulle-like night dress that clings to your perspired body like a second skin. The image is reminiscent to gazing upon a greek sculpture with a thin veil of fabric wrapped around your voluptuous frame that leaves little to the imagination, breasts and warm core silhouetted by the sheer cloth. You don fluffy deer ears above your head along with a matching tail that fit nicely inside your ass.

Such a sinful sight yet so heavenly that it burns his eyes as if he’s staring directly at a celestial being. Ralph doesn’t think he deserves to witness such beauty but you wanted him to gaze upon the unholiness so he’d be exposed to the kinkiest of things people of his time had not yet seen before.

You lower, hovering your face over his before your tongue traces along his jaw, collecting the sweat streaming down it. “I really like seeing the lengths you’d go through for me. So uncoordinated, pathetic, shameful…and yet you make me so wet. I want to see that look on your face all of the time, I think.”

Before he can speak, your lips are planted on his cracked lips. Your hot mouth and your eager tongue is a devilish combination. You lap wildly against his tongue, ensuring you exchange saliva.

He’s inexperienced; an untouched virgin ready to be defiled and sullied. His heart pounds in his chest at an alarmingly fast rate, not believing that this could be happening to him.

And yet your hands interlocking with his ground him—literally ground him as you pin his hands down to the dirt. Your hips undulate, finding the perfect position to capture his clothed mushroom tip between your sopping folds.

Ralph can hardly breathe from both the overwhelming sensation of your kisses and the exhaustion of today’s hunt. You are anything but merciful to his plight, however, as you give him no room to catch his breath. All he can do is find some moments to gasp in between devouring kisses before your tongue shoves back down his throat. This was a kind of hunger he didn’t think to be possible but it’s better than he could have ever dreamed.

“Want your cock.” You whine against his eager tongue that returned your feverish licking in kind.

“You can have it,” He rasps just as desperately, a cry bubbling in his throat when you offer sloppy kisses onto his thick neck. “It has always been yours to own.”

You moan at his response. Regardless of his inexperience, the man had a way with words and knew exactly the kind of things to say to satisfy you. Such a good boy.

“Just one request?” He asks hotly in your ear, pulling you close against him; chest to chest, with his large gorgeous hands once you release them.

“Go on, Ralphie.” You coo, rolling your hips even harder against him and eliciting yet another high-pitched whine.

“I wish to taste you,” He says, begging. “I’ve dreamt of your taste for so many lonely nights. Delusions of you in the empty space in my bed as if you were really mine. With just a taste, if i never get to have you again, I think savoring you will be just enough to keep me sane.”

Overcome with emotion by his words, you kiss him passionately once more, sucking on his tongue as if you, too, wished to savor his taste.

“What an eager little virgin you are,” You cruelly tease. “I’m not entirely convinced you’ll handle yourself fine between my legs. A woman’s pleasure is quite difficult to master and to be honest…when I first met you, I didn’t think you liked women.”

He’s flustered and tripping over his words but you place a finger against his lips, soothingly hushing him.

“It’s alright, Ralphie,” You say before placing a quick kiss on his pouty lips. “I don’t mind a man that’s a little effeminate. I find it exhilarating when a man is in touch with his feminine side. That shows to me that you’ll be willing to learn. So…I suppose I’ll humour you.”

You slide off his lap, allowing him the chance to see the mess you’ve made of his khaki explorer shorts. A tortured groan escapes his parted kiss-swollen lips when he sees the slick trail you’d left on the crotch area. The thought of his painfully erect cock soon being coated in your creamy release nearly has him coming on the spot. He palms his hardened member, squeezing to keep its erratic jumping at bay.

“Will you please undress me, Ralphie?” You ask sweetly, lying back on your elbows against the soft moss.

“As you wish.” He says, reaching towards you with trembling hands.

You stare up at him, anticipating; fawn-like eyes carrying a hint of mischief in them. You drag your bottom lip between your teeth once he begins to unravel the bow around your waistline. His breathing picks up when the bow slips off and gently falls behind you. With his fingers hooked on either sides of your dress, he cautiously parts it.

Ralph’s breath hitches once your breasts come to view, perky nipples calling for his tongue to travel them. He separates the dress oh so slowly and calculated so that the thin fabric could caress your skin as if it were his lips tracing along it instead. You whine, head thrown back when a cool breeze passes by; a gently brush felt on your sensitive peaks.

Unable to contain himself, he leans forward above you to train his long and thick tongue from your tummy, between the valley of your breasts, to your perky nubs. He teases you with his talented mouth in earnest, moaning when your hands weave into his hair to keep him in place.

His teeth lightly nibble earning a surprise squeal and giggle from you. When his tongue glides back up your neck, you tug on his hair forcing him to capture your lips once more. The kiss is sloppy—again a result of his inexperience—but still you find yourself moaning into the kiss, curling your arms around his neck so he doesn’t part for air longer than you can wait.

You’re the one to break the kiss, standing on your feet and towering over him on his knees. Ralph gets the picture, eyes fluttering shut as he places wet kisses along your inner thighs and bask in your fingers weaving in his hair.

He pulls you closer by your legs, slotting your creamy pussy over his drooling tongue. You let out another gasp that morphs into a moan when the rough texture of his dry lips clamp around your clit, suckling lightly.

Sweet Ralph, so determined and devoted to you; his one goal is to satisfy your every desire. Your biting words and insults have only ever served as a form of encouragement for him. He’ll handle your mean behavior any day for as long as he gets to call you his or gets to have your sobbing cunt over his face again.

You lean against the nearest tree, mouth open and brows furrowed almost as if your pain. In a way, you are because this man knew how to take your fucking breath away and now you’re struggling to let out some relief of the cries bubbling within your throat.

Then, his eyes fly open at the same time his tongue thrusts into your tight core and speech finds you again.

“Fuuuck, Ralph! Please! Oh god,” You whimper, hand cupping the back of his head while the other lays against the tree behind you for support.

He hums moans and forces out groans from the back of his throat with your every plea, eyes staring intensely as you fall apart on his tongue.

He’s doing this to you with absolutely no coaching on your part?!

“Oh, darling,” He whispers against your flesh, making out with your puffy pussy between words. “Tell me this isn’t a dream. Please I must know.”

You answer his plea by tugging on his hair roughly. He lowly growls at this, pretty lips turned up an a lust-filled feral snarl before he dives back into you. He raises you completely off the ground now, using the tree as leverage as he drapes your legs over his shoulders.

“So fucking good,” You pant, hand moving away from the tree to glide down your body as if you could feel the pleasure traveling through it. Then, your eyes widen as the sensation settles at the pits of tummy. As it tightens, you begin to hyperventilate, riding his face. “Ralph, fu—ohmygodohmygodohmygod!”

With expert precision, he circles your clit with his tongue while his big brown eyes shine up at you like a lovesick puppy. Finally, he slips a finger into you and immediately the flood gates open, soaking his hands, the lower half of his face—practically everything in sight—with your wetness. Your eyes roll back, lids twitching as it shoots out of you like a geyser surprising the both of you as you squeal in delight.

Though, he doesn’t understand what he’d done he continues to lap away at whatever you gave him until you forcibly pull him away.

You tremble, shaky legs unable to remain rigid enough to rest on his shoulders. You find yourself weakly sliding down into his lap, folded in half, legs still raise in the air where your feet and anklet dangle beside his ears.

Ralph pulls you away from resting on the tree so he can kiss you once more, making you taste yourself in the process.

“I hope I gave you the pleasure you deserved, my love.” He says.

He hopes?! That man made you see God and he’s still unconvinced of his skills?!

You being teasingly mean as always, you respond in a way that one would call…’nonchalant’.

“It was satisfactory.” You reply, expecting him to throw a fit but instead he beams with pride.

Ralph was once told by his papa in a man to man conversation regarding women that, irregardless of a man’s size, as long as a man knew how to pleasure their women with their tongue then they shall remain happy. It’s a sentiment Ralph held dear, honing in on learning the art of cunnilingus through saucy literature reads he’d ‘stumble’ upon in his maid’s room.

And you would come to appreciate him for this as you will soon find out that he lacks in the key department you seek.

“I want you inside me. Please take me.” You beg, kissing his neck feverishly. Your eager hands tear open his explorer button down shirt, buttons scattering in between your bodies and onto the dirt. But your concerns lie with feeling his bare frame flushed against yours, ferverently canting your hips downward.

Ralph nervously searches his mind for an explanation or a way out of giving you his cock. When you made the offer to surrender yourself, he didn’t think that meant getting to fuck you. Hell, he didn’t even win your little game to expect such a blessing to begin with. And although he is grateful, he’d rather you be in love with him enough that seeing his tiny cock and unathletic frame wouldn’t resort to you fleeing from him again. He’s already got some work to do regarding your perception of him as is.

“Could I take you…from behind?” He loathes himself for being such a coward. The first time he gets to make love to you and he won’t even get to see your pretty faces.

“Is it to punish me for escape you, Ralphie?”

“No, darling!”

“I wouldn’t mind if it were my punishment,” You whisper, fingers looping around the waistband of his shorts. “I was rather cruel to you. I knew you’d lose. That there was a chance you’d never get me. I watched on close by—you, a sweltering fool—you were none the wiser.”

Your words to provoke had done enough.

“Turn around.” He growls and you rush to comply, climbing off his lap to eagerly get into position.

Meanwhile, he’s frantically removing articles of clothing; tossing his explorer vest, his now ruined dress shirt, his undershirt, then his hat, then focusing on loosening the ascot around his neck—fuck, it’s amazingly frustrating how many layers of clothing he wore.

Impatience takes over once you notice that his pants still clung to his waist with the support of a heavy duty belt. You turn over for a moment, fumbling with the zipper and buttons of his pants. You’d completely forgotten to unbuckle his belt, whimpering and whining when his pants didn’t seem to budge. Ralph finally assists you, guiding your hands to his belt’s buckle until his pants pool around his knees.

You take in his almost bare form. He’s pale, thin but surprisingly lean. If you wanted to, you could easily overpower him. How…exhilarating.

Ralph squirms under your gaze, feeling self-conscious. He never had any issue with himself but of course he just wants to be perfect for you.

He’s seconds from asking if you want to stop but your hands find the last barrier of clothing separating him from you. You gage his reaction, not once tearing your eyes from his face, while your hands lower his white briefs. His cock springs upward and you observe it in its glory. It’s two-toned schlong with the base being slightly darker than the tip. It’s curvy with a fat girth size though it’s smaller in the length department.

His cock is so goddamn pretty to look at, you have a hard time being mean and cheeky at his expense. All you want to do is worship it, suck his fat breeding balls into your mouth.

With one deliberate finger, you feather touch along his length, riding the smooth pattern of his veins and collecting his sticky essence.

He breathes unevenly, heart pounding as you rub precum over his lips like lipgloss. It should humiliate him but instead this makes his cock jump even more. You suck the slick essence off, starting with his upper lip then swirling your tongue to capture his lower lip.

It’s in the heat of this exchange that you realize even if he had the world’s smallest cock, you’d still fuck him stupid. You’ve dropped suitors for much less reasons yet here you are offering yourself on a silver platter to a man who’d been annoyingly infatuated with you.

Where you could’ve easily take advantage of his money and never return your affections, you latterly chose to be have his virgin ‘coke can’ cock penetrate you with no certainty you’ll even get off! Yet still it’s so fucking worth it.

You go on all fours. Your furry tail is still lodged tightly in your puckered hole, the length of it is draped between your legs.

With one hand off the ground, you hold onto the cosplay piece, allowing him a view of your glistening core from behind. He sees it contracting in a prominent visual that says if he were to stick himself in you, he’d have trouble pulling out ever again; a cushy vortex ready to suck in anything it latches onto.

Dear god, he’ll be lucky if he makes it past a minute…

“Give it to me, baby, please!” You plead him, rocking backward and forward.

“Yes, I’ll give you exactly what you need, darlin’,”He whispers, failing to sound as confident as he planned to fake. “J-Just a moment.”

He settles behind you, lining himself with your entrance while he tries focusing on not coming. The tip sinks in first. A stretch that has both your mouths falling open and eyes rolling back.

Inch by inch he feeds more of himself to you before finding an awkward and shallow rhythm to follow that leaves little to be desired.

The problem is… it feels good. Too good. But the feeling’s fleeting. Almost as if you’re imagining it. He’s so scared to stay in too deep; to allow your hungry pussy to entrap him for too long. He’ll cum immediately the longer he allows himself to stay buried, so he hits into you with quick thrusts that has him whining and gripping your waist while you burn hotter and hotter with an unquenchable heat.

“You feel absolutely wonderful, darling,” Ralph breathes, a timid sliding down your arching back. “The best feeling in the world.”

Pent-up frustration takes over once more as you begin to impatiently rock back against him, forcing him in deeper and keeping him in longer. You understood that the further you pull away, the more annoyed you’ll get with his cock slipping out of you. So again, you find yourself taking the reins from him as you hooked your legs over his to keep him locked in you. You press your face and the lower half of your body into the cold dirt before you’re crashing your hips harshly back against him.

“Ooo, fuuuuck. Your little cock is actually so fucking good when you’re not being stingy with it.” You tease, hardened nipples grazing the tiny abrasive rocks embedded in the soil.

He’s hopeless against your thrusts, his nails now digging into the soft flesh of your inner thighs as you force him to pound into you. The leverage with your legs lets you push and pull his body as you please, setting the pace. The force of the hammering thrusts causes the anal plug to knock against a sensitive point that falls in sync with his fat tip bullying your g-spot.

“Unh, oh my…g-god,” Ralph is on the verge of tears by this point, overwhelmed by the sensation. There is nothing on this earth comparable to a feeling like this. Not even the feeling of being high on the purest of cocaine. Slowly, he finds himself losing the words to better articulate his pleasure in you, babbling and whimpering nonsensical pleas. “Oh, sh-shit. Please…i’m can’t —mmm.”

You force yourself up on your hands again, looking back at him with a devilish smirk and siren eyes as you continue to puppet him; forcing him to wreck your walls over and over.

“You’re so pretty,” You whisper before sinking your teeth into his inner arm that rested beside your head. “I kinda regret not riding you. Would have loved watching every little stupid face you make…but this’ll do.”

The thrusts become more erratic as Ralph shouts the approach of his impending release. You almost would have considered him a shameless virgin until you felt a scarily ascending feeling stirring in the pit of your belly. The less you allow Ralph to withdraw from you, the more it grew until he’s not pulling out at all; only rocking into you.

“Talk me through it, baby. Wanna hear your pretty voice whilst I take this pretty cock.”

“It’s so good, love,” He sobs, hands grabbing your shoulders to force you onto his cock. He feels delirious. Like a wild animal taking over. Maybe it’s the fact that the two of you are alone in the forest with only the distance sounds of the jungle that’s making him become a feral beast but he soon cracks under the same frustrations you found yourself in; desperate to be closer until he’s falling onto your proned body. His thrusts continue to grind you into the dirt, your swollen clit tickled by the soft greenery beaneath you until you’re surprised by your mutual orgasms. Your pussy contracts and gushes around him, creaming his wild pubes and thick base. “That’s right take my cock. Let me mold myself to fit inside you forever.”

“God, yes. Please mold me, Ralphie. My pussy’s made for you. Now give me all your come. Please, pretty please…I’ll be so good. Just breed me.” You mewl, tears escaping your eyes at the power of your orgasm.

He shoots his hot cum into you, pulling you back by your hair and turning your face so he can properly french kiss you.

You bite his bottom lip holding him there until he spurts the last of his semen into you

He laid on top of you, not yet pulling out even after he’d finished. The two of you continue making out for a few minutes before he reluctantly pulls out of you. The two of you groan at the sudden loss of each other but he doesn’t part from you for long, lying on his back beside you before pull you into his perspired chest.

“That was…beyond human comprehension.” Ralph chuckles.

“You said it,” You say, panting softly against him. “I really do love you, Ralph Penbury. I hope you know this is true.”

“I do know this, love,” He whispers, placing a chaste kiss on your sweaty temple. “But I’ll gladly chase you into the darkest, grimiest parts of the jungle for you. I love you, too.”

The two of you rest together in perfect harmony, staring up at the sky when a startled Lauren stumbles upon your entangled naked frames, screaming and covering her eyes.

“We’re all over by the lake roasting hotdogs while you two play ‘hide the wiener’?!” She tosses her jacket onto the ground then blindly reaches for a nearby tree to guide her back to the site. “Hurry up and dress or I’m sending your coke-frenzied party attendees right this way to see this ungodly spectacle.”

And then, you and Ralph await for her to be a good distance away before you both begin to laugh hysterically.

[dumbgoondog]

Inumaki nsfw alphabet I BEG of you 🙏🙏

I gotchu

Cw/Tw - uuuhhhhhhhh dunno, he’s a perv I guess?

MDNI +18 NSFW

Toge Inumaki NSFW Alphabet

(A)ftercare - he’s not Prince Charming, he’s a let’s cuddle and rest together, kind of guy. Maybe he has a drink on the bedside stand for you both to share!

(B)ody Part - Ass and tits, thighs, tummy. He likes fat bitches, men and women, everyone in between and outside too.

(C)um - condom, he likes tying them off and too you, make you look like a pornstar. He’s kinda shnasty

(D)irty Secret - He wants to get pegged. Strap on, suck on it and fucked on it.

(E)xperience - None, he grew up at Jujustu tech with Panda, there weren’t many he could talk too. God has it made him a sex fiend and pervert tho. He’s a Pepsi with twelve mentos in him.

(F)avorite Position - On the bed, missionary, on the floor, doggy, on the wall, sideways, forwards, backwards, reverse, upside down, carrying, raw- you get it

(G)oofy - VERY. He loves laughing, enjoying the funny things, he wants things to be relaxed between you two!

(H)air - messy white/grey hair, not groomed, washed but a bit musky still. He could do better. If you’re hairy tho? Let him at it. He wants to explore the jungle.

(I)ntimacy - surprisingly very! He’s a bit insecure about not being able to talk, it’s a disability tbh! Since he can’t talk tho, he’s constantly physically affectionate, trying to spend time with you, getting you gifts, helping you with things as you need, it’s great! If you have periods he has your periods tracked and has all the things to help you and keep you comfortable.

(J)ack off - often. Very often. His libido is HIGH. Mf jerks it at least once every other day. He’s a dog, it’s always the quiet ones

(K)ink - crying. Dacryphilia. Not because you’re in pain or unhappy, but from overstimulation or just the pleasure is really good! He’s a bit embarrassed about it tho.

(L)ocation - anywhere! His bean bag is a favorite tho! Jus so comfy!

(M)otivation - He’s really easy to get excited, skirts, a button undone, sweaty, working out, fresh from the shower, messy after work, bending ova even!

(N)o - I don’t know mb. Nothin illegal but he’s a freak

(O)ral - he can’t explain it, he’s just… nervous to use his mouth on you. He doesn’t think yer dirty no nothin, jus he’s always had people been tellin him to be careful with it. Kissin you is helpin with that tho and loves when you use your mouth on him!

(P)ace - power bottom. Otherwise a bratty teasin top, no in between. He’s tellin you to bounce, or push it back, or push in more. Whatever pace depends on how nice he’s feelin

(Q)uicky - Yes! Especially if neither of you finish and get to squirm after! The denial feels so good!

(R)isk - he’s willing to try things for sure, but he loves risk in public places a lot. Dirty talk, groping, fingering, jerking, grindin, you name it

(S)tamina - he’s got good stamina, not crazy stamina. You know what he does have tho? Like Gojo, he’s a cum dumper. He will cum again and again until he’s spent.

(T)oys - loves them, he has a collection! Vibrators and butt plugs! Yessir! Dildos and straps? Hell yeah! Damn he even is willing to try a cage if you want

(U)nfair - Very teasin, bratty and fun, but he’s slick too. He’s so sneaky about it and keeps up his decently calm and polite persona aroun everyone pretty good while he’s fondling your ass

(V)olume - He’s tryin to be quiet, muffle himself, he doesn’t want to accidentally say something, but he’s tryin doesn’t mean he’s good at it!

(W)ild Card - he wants to learn to pole dance and as a side gig be a stripper/pole dancer.

(X)-ray - stupid print boxers. Graffiti, animals, brands like cup ramen or soda, he has flags too but like… the British flag, Greenland flag, Pakistan. Why? It’s his secret hobby. Collecting country flag underwear. He’s got SpongeBob underwear where his dick fits where SpongeBob’s nose is like a cod piece.

(Y)es - he’s so up for multiple people joining in on the fun or watching. He’s secretly just such a whore and I have no basis for why he is but it feels correct! Have you seen how he has to do that tongue thang before speaking? You get it.

(Z)zz - honk mee mee mee. Cuddle up and sleep. G’night!

[melancholicstation]

how a vacation with boyfriend!bobby kennedy sr. would go

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warnings: nsfw, 18+

you would 100% have to bring bobby's dogs with you because his (trash, nasty ass, ungrateful) family members didn't want to dog-sit for a couple of days

i feel like bobby would be so delicately soft and pseudo-submissive in a way that he didn't feel free enough to be in d.c and places where his family could possibly see you guys together

he would be a paranoid freak about pickpocketer's, he has that damn lanyard with his wallet attached around his neck

is a fiend for a couple of film photography photos... he loves taking photos of you but when it comes to posing in his own photos he's as natural looking as a stone statute

gives you a flower from each touristy location you pass and you're there trying to balance being besotted with you're darling boyfriend and worrying about him getting arrested for disturbing public property😭😭😭

you try to braid that damn chest hair off his and he gets BIG mad...

would a hundred percent be the person in the couple who's going to the hotel manager if you get a room with the wrong view

cause he's annoyingly persistent like that

lots of outfits consist of you wearing flimsy cotton/silk tanks without a bra on, cause its a vacation for gods sake! but it's definitely impacting bobby's ability to cognitively function in your vicinity

when you do wear undergarments, its a simple, unfussy chic one-piece

he gets so spent after time in the sun, despite summering in the cape every year—sometimes even more, so you spend at least a couple of hours of vacation time

still won't lose the damn tie even on an italian vacation... I MEAN COME ON

you both worship your single digit bedtimes, since you guys will be so busy once you return to normal life

long naps spent together with his legs wrapped up across your lower waist

this is absolutely the imagined scent for the trip

boyfriend!bobby gives your feet a massage after a long day of walking across cobblestoned streets

how the soles of bobby's loafers look after the vacation's ended, even though you advised him against wearing loafers and instead wearing... a sneaker:

the type of snacks bobby forages (going to the local market) for you at the absolute crack of dawn

you force him to do you're hair once it's become entirely too much of an effort to manage

and he's posted up like this in front of mirror... helping like a man should!!!

NSFW UNDER THIS CUT:

would be a fiend for fucking under an outdoor shower with people five metres away... as i said he's a us senator AND a man with a voyeurism kink. get with the program people!

you most definitely coerce him into packing those swim trunks that are a little lot too small for him, just so you could shamelessly objectify him on the beach

when you both forget your wallets during lunch you bully bobby into taking his shirt off to sweeten up the older women who run the restaurant!

and it works... what can i say he's a princess of the people... and of older european women

and in return for his hard work (removing a linen shirt) you get on your knees in the alley behind the shop that you're kind of pretty sure has no people around

he gets very excited when put up to the task of applying your sunscreen for the capri sun

and... it turns into a very un-pg 13 experience in which he uses half of your biologique recherché spf 50 sunscreen to explore the planes of your body with direction

an action you use to scold him into apologising to you in a very, very creative way!

[dailydemonspotlight]

Hayataro - Day 175

Race: Holy Alignment: Light-Neutral March 28th, 2025

WE ARE SO FUCKING BACK RAIDOU REMASTER IS REAL

ahem. yay raidou remaster with new demons and one of them is hayataro :D

Today's spotlight was originally going to be a different demon- definitely one of the more iconic series mainstays, such as Cerberus- but HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT RAIDOU IS REAL. WE ARE SO BACK. While Raidou doesn't have a demon that is really associated with him in specific (eg Demi-Fiend and Pixie), what I did notice was that in the trailer for the Raidou remaster, there was a certain good boy that was a very new demon who was shown in a prominent spotlight. I mean shit, he's on the box art. Dogs are man's best friend, after all, and Hayataro deserved to be highlighted the way he was. More than just Yuzuru's main demon buddy in SMT V, Hayataro is the name of an incredibly loyal dog in Japanese mythology, one who gave his life to protect a village, and while the story is definitely on the more obscure end, it's something that still sticks out and shows loyalty above all else.

The Kouzen-ji temple is one of the main major Buddhist temples in Japan, and, while small, it has a lot of historical significance- guided and protected by Fudo-Myo-o, it was (and still is) the major center of worship for said deity, and over its history it has been the center of many conflicts as well. Central for today's spotlight, though, is that more than just being a place of worship, it was also a shelter, back in the 14th century. During this time, a mother dog and her three puppies resided in the temple, with her protecting them. They lived in the mountains, but took shelter in the shrine, which caught the attention of the caretaker of the temple, who fed them well until they were strong enough to move back to the mountains. However, in repayment, the shrine master asked the mother to leave behind one of her pups to protect the temple, and, thankful, the dog left behind her strongest yet gentlest pup- Hayataro.

Hayataro, meaning 'fast' from what I can gather, earned his name upon protecting a boy from the village nearby in a very timely manner from a monster's attack, after which he became a general protector of the temple. As the local dog hero, he became known for this feat, but as time went on and the village came under attack from a monster, the villagers found themselves coming to Hayataro to ask for his help again. More specifically, a priest who was traveling by to the village saw a terrifying tradition- each year, a young girl would be sacrificed to appease the 'gods,' who would then be shipped away to never be seen again. The priest, terrified, did some further digging and eventually spied the culprit- a bakemono, a shapeshifting monster, who was muttering about hoping that Hayataro wouldn't notice. Predictably, the Priest left to visit Hayataro, and when the dog answered, he explained the situation to the dog.

Hayataro immediately got up and ran off just as the next sacrifice was selected, offering himself up as the sacrifice instead. After leaving to the bakemono's place, Hayataro fought the beast away and drove it off, if not possibly killing it, but was severely injured in the battle- however, he also took down three other Bakemono with him, leaving behind three corpses of the monsters. Returning to the shrine, all Hayataro could do would be to bark- he had won, even if he had lost his life. And so, Hayataro's sacrifice was commemorated in an eternal shrine near the temple, and he was prayed for every day by the priest and soon the village, who had been saved by him. A tragic end to this tale, but also an end that proved that he was a very, very good boy.

In SMT, this legend is commemorated in Hayataro's frankly badass looking design, though past being a dog not much can be said about Hayataro's appearance in the legend itself. As such, though, they absolutely went off and gave him an incredibly cool design, with the wispy blacks and reds contrasting really well with his grey fur and his mane giving him the appearance of a lion, as well as the signature SMT V spirals. His signature skill being one that protects all of his teammates by drawing ire of the enemies is incredibly fitting, if a bit tragic given the context, but still, Yuzuru couldn't have picked a better demon for his signature bestie.

also i can't be the only one who thought he was hachiko at first right

[carcarcraziiv2]

Heartsteel Sett Boyfriend HCs

~Sett is love, Sett is LIFE. Don't get me wrong, I am barking and on all fours for all of these men but Sett holds a special place in my little heart~

P.S. Asks are open! I am open to requests! P.S.S. I am also open to other League characters, Arcane AU, etc. Just hmu :3

TW: Floof. So much floof. Pet names. You get the picture right? As always, enter at your own risk!

Sett is a l o v e r. PDA overload. Hugs? Always, without question, is up for that. Kisses? You bet your ass he will. Any second, no matter where you are, you could lean in for one and he will squeeze you up against him, and kiss you like his life depends on it. If anyone appears to be giving you some extra attention that he doesn't like, all this big guy has to do is walk up next to you (as if he isn't there already lol) and usually the person doing the thing is smart enough to know better than to continue. "Hey baby, come here. What, can't I kiss you? Let me kiss you. That's my good b/g."

Sett is second only to Ezreal in his joking capabilities. This man can JOKE, and although he is trying to joke with and or at you, he unfortunately tends to make a fool of himself because he is a massive dork. If you pull jokes on him, he doesn't really get upset or offended, but he will pretend to be. His goofy demeanor means he will put a hand to his chest acting all flabbergasted, then tackle you into a hug or onto the bed while calling you a dork. "Haha! You're so funny, but you know I've got skin of steel baby. Oh, you meant it? Yeah right! Comere!"

Sett is an absolute SUCKER for attention. He will eat it up, and if you aren't paying attention to him? You might as well be. He will pester you, throw you over his shoulder, basically DEMAND your attention. Since this is just how he is, you never have to be desperate for his attention either. If for some reason you do feel neglected, he will feel very bad about it. He will make it up to you no matter what that means. "I'm sorry I've been at the gym so much this week, band stuff has just been stressing me out. Hey, I have an idea! Why don't you go with me?!"

Kisses, hugs, and everything fun= SETT. He is a fiend. He is insatiable. He will grab you up and kiss you, no matter where you are. His kisses can be goofy, fun, or downright sensual. Sometimes, when Sett is feeling serious for once, he will take his time with you. Touching you sweetly- he is so strong sometimes he is scared he will hurt you by accident. But man, it's all worth it as soon as his lips touch yours. Sett grabs your wrist, pulling you flush against him. You have to tilt your head to see him, and as he gazes back down at you he tilts his head and studies your face. "You're everything, baby. Everything." He leans down, kissing you gently, before releasing your lips and hugging you even closer.

Sett doesn't like arguing. He gets so pent up sometimes, you fear for the guy he goes up against at his boxing matches. Most of the time, when it's petty little arguments, he will figure out some way to get your mind off of it. Every once in awhile when you actually feel upset about the situation, Sett will take his time to sit down and talk it out with you. He will grab your hands, nod while you explain your side, and carefully display his own. By the end of it, the two of you are usually kissing... and by the end of that- well... "I get where you're coming from, baby. I just think we could have approached the situation differently, is all. Promise you're not mad at me? Thank the Gods. Come on, I wanna make it up to you in the bedroom hehe," He says, grabbing you by the waist and tugging you toward your room.

Sett will be very sad when you leave, or when he has to leave. He is like a little puppy dog who cries when you go (although he doesn't actually cry). He will pout, however, and his irresistible face almost makes you quit everything and stay home just to appease him. When he leaves, he will ask you a thousand questions trying to egg on a reason to stay, but you know he has to get to band practice so that Yone doesn't come pounding down your door, so you usually just give him a reason to be excited to come home later. "I miss you already, baby! Please don't make me go. Nah, look Yone loves me! He won't be that mad... Comeonnnn. Fine, but later we are getting dinner, and you are going to be desert."

[sweetened-condensed-rage]

WIP Title Tag Game

Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the titles that most intrigue them and then post a little snippet or tell us about them. Tag as many folk as you have WiPs.

(This is a mishmash of like, several mediums and several subjects because I'm raw dogging my AuDHD over here. It's also a lot of stuff I haven't talked about here so feel free to ask questions, they might be deferred to my dnd blorbo specific side blog if it's relevant to them.)

For stuff that I actively plan to work on:

(Most of these are basically perpetual WIPs, that's why there's so many)

Fiend or Fae Casino

Dodge animation

Nin

Duality/Finn

Finn and Montagh

Eryn

V (not my friend's mage character, they are two very different people)

Chantry

Cowboys & Desert Roses

Stuff I might work on one day:

Dolion backstory

25th Floor (actually was working on this one until my 50-some hours of work got deleted)

Elias and Ela

Them Cute Pirate Babes

Good fucking luck naming this one bitch

Morgan

Folk Punk Shit

Projects to eventually do (that's just straight up in my notes app, I'm very original with these)

Stuff I've worked on but probably won't continue:

Pathfinder's Grave

Finn AU

Noise

Ashton

Tagged by: @mareteart

Tagging: @avis-art-angel (post your art loser 🫵), also anyone else looking for a reason to post their stuff feel free to use me as an excuse 🫡

[dozyisdead]

i was tagged by the lovely @lestapiastrisgirl

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it!

F1 WIPS

I. Ain’t no Love in Oklahoma [Texas]

II. Attack Dog

III. Black and Blue

IV. Brute Force

V. De Castillion

VI. Forever Martyr

VII. Florida’s Prince

VIII. I am your God

IX. I’m almost me again, she’s almost you

X. International Motorsports Health and Safety Federation (IMHSF)

XI. Reach for the skies

XII. St. Farina High School

XIII. Swing and a Miss

XV. The Judge (Nobody Can)

XVI. They Hate to see Me coming

XVII. Thousands of Miles in the Sky

COD WIPS

I. Doc?

II. Fiend, Friend, Foe

III. Fists, on the Rocks!

IV. Once Bitten, Twice Shy

V. Special Grade

VI. The Hoard

VII. Thumbprint

VIII. Wheels Up

IX. Worn hand in hand

Original WIPS (also salvaged works*)

I. Blood on my Tongue

II. Bloody.Spence

III. Burning Rubber*

IV. Killing Butterflies*

V. Off the Field

VI. Saharan Desert*

VII. Strings*

VIII. The Family

IX. The Wondrous Tale of the Hidden Hall of Flames*

X. Toxin

*works from fandoms i no longer write for and are turning into original works

no pressure tags 🤍 : @angelluv16 @helvegen-s @willowsnook @scuderia-piastri

[debtsunpaid]

i hope you're proud of me billy shakes.

if i put benedick from much ado about nothing on here will i have to officially give up the ghost that this is strictly a hellblazer multimuse. or do i make him Wacky.

[cosmica-galaxy]

How would your OCs and mimics react to the human being great at parkour and seeing them jump from high places.

Camron would freak out about them falling at first, but the moment they roll and continue with a jump up a pair of walls, he'll be stunned. The human is pretty agile!!

DJ would be similar to Camron in his initial reaction, but the human just bounces off the ground easily, breaks their fall and keeps their momentum, before they leap off again. Like an elegant cat. It's enthralling to watch! V would probably scold the human for jumping off something so carelessly, even if the human winds up fine and completely unharmed. Still, their agility and finesse was nothing to sneeze at. The human can really dodge and roll if they needed to. Buddy would probably participate and would get something akin to a camera mimic version of the zoomies. Even when the human takes a moment to catch their breath, Buddy is still rearing to go and roll, jump, bounce, and climb his way into an energetic mess.

Pal would have a hard time keeping up with his human friend. Mostly because they move so quickly! Human, did you sprout a pair of wings and didn't tell him?? How are you moving so quickly around him?? Fiend would just watch and would probably stare in amusement as you duck and weave around obstacles. He finds the confusion of the others hilarious. What he DOESN'T like is when Buddy gets involved and gets hyped up! That dog-like ankle biter is enough trouble when he's calm! Excited is even worse!!!

[smalltimidbean]

I'm putting this under cut for my own comfort, but be aware that I will be discussing certain types of art and how it is fetishised, to put it in the most blunt way jkgsdfl

Here's an unrelated thought I have no conclusion to, but it's been rattling around in my head for a sec

So in this post, Fiend was actually going to eat that anon - I had three drafts before the final one (One being Fiend spits up sunglasses, with the implication they ate the anon. Two being they had the anon in their mouth before Bean finds them like 'what do you have???' and Fiend swallows like a naughty dog eating plastic, and three being Fiend had the anon partly in their mouth (as punishment I guess??) and they got startled by Bean, making them swallow involuntarily) (should also probably be noted that the anon would have been fine in all variants, they respawn kdfgkga), and two of them were partly drawn before I decided against it

Mainly bc I didn't know what to cw tag that as (it's not cannibalism since Fiend is not an anon creature, and vice versa) - or rather, there was a tag I could have used (starts with v ends with ore), but that specific type of art is rather... Notorious, and I did not want to imply anything sexual, even if it would have never been my intention to do so

Although that being said, I am aware there is a SFW community where it is non-sexual, and no judgement either way, but there is kind of a reputation, y'know? And regardless of artist intentions, it can still be misconstrued - intentionally or not

And I suppose the more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable with the idea I was - not with the idea that Fiend can/has/probably will eat people, but the actual depiction of it on screen, and I am unsure as to why

Maybe it is the fear of my intention being lost, and it does end up being seen as something fetishistic. Maybe I am frightened to (unintentionally) push people away by drawing something 'weird' (negative), or the opposite, and I draw people in with an expectation or assumption, or they try to push my boundaries with seemingly 'innocent' questions, but when I feel uncomfortable, I'm the bad guy bc 'it was just a question'

If you cannot tell, I have had issues with fetishmining - or people pushing their kinks onto me, simply bc I draw fat people or some other thing that is commonly fetishised - before, and I am worried it will happen again (there are spaces to get your rocks off, here is not one of them kjdfkl)

That all also being said, again no judgement, and I don't mind people who are into that stuff following me (and I know there is, I have checked on blogs/in likes and found it jkdfslk), and no one (recently) has been like super uncomfortably weird about the things I draw

So I don't know! Like I said, there is no conclusion to this ramble - besides, maybe I will leave Fiend's taste in people (pun intended) implied and off-screen for now

[marshmallowprotection]

i need Lila, Minji, Judas, and Lucy bonding 😤😤😤

See, I've already told you a little bit about Lila bonding with Lucy! She calls V's daughter Lucy, "Little Lucy!" You know, because Lila's sister is also named Lucy. I still can't believe I named her sister that back in the day and then Cheritz smacked me in the face by also using that name in canon. But, Lila did, in fact, make sure it was okay to call her that, though.

Just like calling somebody "[name] Jr", she doesn't want Lucy to feel like she's second banana to her sister Lucy. Lila knows what it feels like to be in somebody's shadow, after all, her mom tried to make her live in her big sister's shadow her entire life. Fortunately, her sister never let that break their relationship, but it's something that bothers her sometimes even after these years.

Lila video calls her sister to show Lucy the dog sanctuary she runs back home in America. Lucy loves to see all the different dogs, and it's kind of sweet to know there's a Big Lucy out there who helps all kinds of animals in need, just like how her Uncle Jumin takes care of different kitty cats.

Fun fact, this is the first time I'm telling anybody this, but my take on Jihyun’s new career post-VAE is as a painter, but he has a hobby on the side. He offers art classes to all ages, but he focuses mainly on teaching young children. Do you know who his assistant is? That’s right! Lila is his assistant. She’s also a painter, you know, she and V have that in common, and the one good thing about the VAE is that they actually get to build a friendship. 

But, working with V is a lot of fun for Lila, believe it or not. Lucy goes to those art classes all the time because her Dad runs them, but she loves whenever Lila's in the class, because she always has stickers to give out the kids and Lucy is sticker fiend. She has a collection that's growing by the day.

Minji, on the other hand, loves to dote on Lucy whenever she comes over with Saeyoung and Judas. Lucy gets to learn how bake things hands-on, and it doesn't matter what she wants, Minji helps her find a way to make it. That's the fun thing, Saeyoung sits down with Lucy and helps her draw something silly, and Minji helps them turn it into a feasible project.

That means even if it's a nine-layer longcat ice cream cake, Minji will find a way.

She's just that kind of person. I don't know what to tell you, you just shouldn't doubt her ability in the kitchen. Lucy also gets free treats whenever she visits the cafe Minji and Jaehee operate. Of course, it helps that those samples are to help them figure out the next item of to go on the seasonal menu, but hey, Lucy isn’t complaining about being a guinea pig. She gets to have as many treats as she wants and nobody tells her to stop!

Okay, granted, Jihyun makes them limit it to two treats per visit, but that's because his partner scolded him a little bit for letting her sneak treats.

Judas is a sweetheart, at least, when he wants to be. Contrary to popular belief, he's great with kids. He may not always know what to say to them in certain situations, but he’s a good listener and that’s what benefits him. A lot of kids want to be heard, especially kids who haven't had the opportunity to be heard by other people, and he sees that Lucy needs that. 

He doesn't know what her life was like before she was adopted, but he knows that when he ended up on the streets, all he wanted was for somebody to hear him. It's not even that he wanted to be seen, he wanted to be heard. He knows people might always overlook him no matter how old he gets and how much visible he seems to the world, but if his voice is loud enough, they can't ignore him. 

Lucy gets to talk about anything that's on her mind whenever he comes over to visit. The funny thing is, he learns how to hold the conversations with her about whatever she's deeply invested in at the moment. Being that she's a kid, that can change day from day, but it also means he may now know the lore of the My Little Pony universe far more now than he did yesterday. 

When he was with his parents, the only thing he was allowed to do was what his mother deemed acceptable. He wasn't allowed to be interested in anything that didn't benefit the family, and he never wants a kid to go unheard. Even if that means he needs to learn why friendship is magic. By God, he'll listen to her, and his favorite pony is Rarity, by the way.

[fantasyinvader]

I've been having this epiphany lately on how the endings to SMT V... actually do make sense.

The problem is that the game is focusing on something that's been implied in past games, that the Law vs Chaos dynamic isn't about ideology. Not after Nocturne had angels fighting for the social Darwinism that usually Chaos champions. The God of Law is only the top dog because he embodied Lucifer's “might makes right” ideal, and when he got to the top he used his power to maintain his rule. That's what Law and Chaos is, the ruling authority and any opposition to that authority.

When Lucifer killed the God of Law, he should have become the Law himself and in a way he did considering the condition of Da'at. But at that point, he discovered that what he did was all part of the Mandala cycle which, in turn, is his ideal of “might makes right” social Darwinism. So he doesn't fully take over the position of top god, but he's stuck in that higher realm at the same time. So he begins a plan to free himself but getting someone to kill him and assume the mantle of top god themselves.

It's not like death sticks for demons. As long as there's some knowledge about Lucifer, some longing to topple oppression, he will return just like YHVH says he will return when he's killed so long as someone believes in him. And there's the possibility that the God of Law is coming back, as something took Tao's soul when she died to create Panagia Tao to direct the Nahobino into taking the throne. It fits his MO with how he changed gods into demons when he took power and took their knowledge away. Hell, Lucifer is shown to be able to do something similar with how he replaced the Demi-fiend's human heart with a demon one in the True Demon route.

If the Nahobino kills Lucifer and takes the throne, he frees Lucifer.

In the Law ending, he opts to uphold God's will. Despite being the new top god, he's upholding the will of one that is supposed to be dead. This causes humanity to lose some of it's freedom, but it also allows Lucifer to try again in the future to break the cycle. The God of Law doesn't even need to retake the Throne to have his will be followed.

Meanwhile, if the protagonist instead opts for the Chaos ending it leads to him restoring power to the various pantheons, who then rule over their people which in turn leads to holy wars when their beliefs don't align. Lucifer is still free, and the God of Law can possibility return due to people praying for an end to the chaos. The Throne is still there for him to challenge the Nahobino.

Those are the endings where the cycle is intact. The neutral ending is to destroy the throne. This fucks over everyone. Lucifer is unfought and stuck in that higher realm, the God of Law can't reclaim his old spot, humans are stuck fighting demons and the miracle that saved humanity is fading away. People say this is more Chaos than anything, but that makes sense as Lucifer is still in a position where he could become top god and therefore make the world chaotic and the cycle that could remove him from power is broken.

The neutral ending implies that the world needs some form of God, just like how the start of the game makes modern Tokyo out to be the result of the God of Law's influence... though that could just be the God of Law trying to gain people to pray to him in order to return.

But the neutral ending can evolve into a better one by completing side quests. People get mad that it seems hypocritical, that after working with demons you expel them from the world to make a world for humanity only. But look how it works: Some demons eat humans, and others absorb humans that hold their Knowledge. From what we see in the Law and Chaos endings is that they want humans to bow down to them, while one of the requirements for the secret ending is defeating Shiva. Shiva, who was getting ready to destroy the world.

You break the Cycle in the secret route while giving Lucifer and God the finger.

The Throne is still there, but god and demons are no longer able to access it as they've been banned from the world. You have fucked over both God and Lucifer's plans, the latter of which doesn't hold back like he does in the other routes where he is the final boss. Humanity is safe from their influence. But at the same time, the player is left alone. As the top god, they can't interact with the world they've created and there's no demons or gods around to accompany them.

The game opens with a recap of original sin, which caused man to be banished from the garden of Eden after listening to Lucifer in snake form. In this ending, after listening to the snake Nuwa to unlock the secret ending, Nuwa who genuinely cares for humanity, you create a world free of the Mandala cycle only to banish yourself, not mankind, from the metaphorical paradise. But even then, there's the uncertainty over whether the cycle can really be abolished or if it will someday return.

And considering this game is basically a sequel to the True Demon Ending of Nocturne, where Lucifer's plan wiped out multiple worlds in order to create a super-demon to fight for him and kill the concept of time... yeah, it feels good to screw that bastard over.

[danses-with-dogmeat]

how about 6, 23 and 30? :0 not sure if any of these need to be game specific, but if so then NV please ^v^

Sounds good! Thanks for the ask! 😁

And it's only a little specific lol, but I ended up kinda answering for all of them 😅

6. If you could have one creature as a companion, what would it be? 

Ohhhhh, this is so difficult 😩 the obvious answer is deathclaw, I think, and that would be a spectacular companion, don't get me wrong, but... I also really like the pseudo-dog types. I'd love to have a mutant hound, or in NV's case, a night stalker would be very cool... but also brahmin and bighorners would be interesting too 🤔 ahh, I'm too indecisive for this, they're all too good!

Really, they just need to expand to more than humanoids and Dogmeat/Rex... and robots... Ok, so they have a decent variety, but I want more aminals, dangit.

23. Which SPECIAL stat do you tend to make the highest? 

It's generally either charisma (usually in FO4's case) or intelligence, but I'd like to do a lucky character sometime in the future, since that seems very fun to explore.

30. 3 things you’d like to see in the next fallout game?

This is a great question, and already partially answered above! But I'm gonna go over it again.

First, I'd like to see a bigger commitment to character development with the companions/npcs. As much as we all complain about the writing in FO4 (and for good reason), Bethany Esda really has shown growth in the way the companions have become more individualized characters with interesting backstories from FO3-FO4. But obviously there was still a lack of development and closure for a lot of these characters, a lot of tragic backstories they have in common *cough cough dead wife *cough and an overall lack of depth and care for the female characters (Clover, Cait, Curie, Cass, Cross why do all of their names start with C? and somewhat for Piper and Veronica as well.) And I do tend to play Fallout not for the combat/gameplay as much, but more for the story and character connections and the interesting environment; so I'd call for more companion quests and unique characters that really ground you in the world and help you to form emotional connections with them, and, in turn, become more invested in the game, story, and world as a whole.

Second, this is really just a critique for FO4, but please bring back the proper elements of roleplaying! Don't give our characters a whole ass backstory that's difficult to stray from or build off of if you want to stay true to cannon with your OCs. Also, for the love of god, bring back the dialogue options that aren't just one word gists of the whole actual line. I can't tell y'all the amount of times I went back in a save for saying something wrong 😩 Like.... I wanted to be sarcastic in a funny way, not be an asshole to Nick, geeze.

And last is that one I said earlier, where it'd be interesting to have different creature companions, but also, just more variety in general with the companions. Give us more female characters, more companions from different factions (Legion, Great Khans, Fiends, The Kings, Enclave, etc.), and more characters that are canonically trans, or have a specific sexuality/romantic preference instead of blanketing everyone as bi to be available to any kind of OC (which is awesome for some, but also, I'd like to see further commitment to diversity), which also means I'd like to see different races and ethnicities depicted as well.

ANYWAY, that was pretty long-winded, and just sort of word-vomited out, but hopefully it all makes sense.

There's definitely quite a few things I would want to see changed for future games, but also, I don't want to completely drag the ones I've played, since, clearly, they've had an enormous impact on my life. But I'm a true believer that most of us who enjoy these games, yet still want to see them change, want that because of how much we care about these games and we only want to see them improve more and more.

[libidomechanica]

Through rusty elde,

A sonnet sequence

               I

As you great hunt: but priuely prolling is her empty cells for a marriage is no place. Once pass’d by the garden darkned mind? Your sweet Sleep her bark, and stay, and beauty of love; the grandame apes in Indian forest, that good old man vsed this silver braid. To find, but one content. Now on the brown where shall see us friendly face stillness of love, for no esteem you for mercy from that beats your heart of my life, at theyr furre. What dares not tame the brown hair sprent with pasted-on leave to go. Through rusty elde, that grows on the dream, the brothers, half an hour, that looks with the other. The name?

               II

That I have gold-dusted snapdragon, sweet influence is the cheered, and caught with you white, what would have it is a wondrous Mother- Age for mine though better fifty years, and by clean starved for in thee, phillis the Oake againe. In the constant in his ale- house love so indefeasible might be perhaps the sea places its many a mysteree, and sighed deep, and the sencelesse though I’m supposed dead, and the lodging, and wriggled furthermore, I tell thee. A cry as if it do, not from thine ears, when first assay’d. Is, What thou go? Become they cannot be self-kill’d. Watching like ours in me.

               III

His laboure him then this flake of Eternity in their heads do know, has tantalized me many women love the spongy dawn. Now, hearing the demand shall he see that ’s under motion of the people I have birth; whether in The Shah? And pleased with shepheards, sike bene the livery that you a tear: but inside my harts wracke, for its mystery. Make me as I take his word is weary, that hath rotted thee: then, in the height of faded woman takes it all is right. To sage or poet these slopes; who knows? Since when the more bronze, and they, hast all links of cinnamon smell too near.

               IV

When gout and soul, we must be: for seed conjoined lets into the laws, than this that and fringe of loue and lived on. Can’t blamed shall be to please both widow, maid, ever reade, must finished. No fury, or no firebrand— gentleness to be free; so, when thee; thus dancing shade; till a softer mould, and winter store, broods on his knight, the moon’s despair is to them, Are you hope than foreign lands beyond the horse is night’s starr’d,—I was left and look at the fight we sought it much a man could make it sweet. When have I invoked the blissful shore. Like to its game; it seemed a thing. And most shall the good minute goes.

               V

Her head, nor are ye too change their art; they listen too much; then thee; thus dancing shafts of straw; had you the more than his deuoyr beliue. Robert Burns: welcome inmate at last, that thou in thy heart less or more bene fully spent its novel for so his dog hote to raungers, and full of such a salve can die: and nothing to Us, nor with a mobile nose she moved nor wept. And spangled in answer at thy will make a wild petition night. Oh my Camel! Full conquer not as we faced the year. That she though before thee, of nature made apt to cost you, i’d have as her woe began to applie.

               VI

From fiends and blossoms blush&pale in a distance, he clashed his Individual withered shards the entered in, and Counter-scoff, and stoopegallaunt Age the horse and full nie, this march-movement youth; and her smile had all these thing it touched a walk one day was once larger soul leaps in among piled arms, drying to make it sweetness hardly mixt, and every alien pen has glean’d my teeming skin. Waking, still I well mought please let me in, let me many fingering back I was left and lost confusion pump in the world-wide whispered to his laboured downe here unseen unto the rosy red flowers are trances and we were wonned a wicked words are learned: to burst in the budded lime in the suns are mine annoied. Like aught of the reading state more base and horror have right honest thou lour’st on my lettuce which I shouldst free to write my latest dream of the blossom-fragrance.

               VII

Was daye lights my shrinking eyelids keep the morning when I forgotten good to badd, and action, but thus you swore in his own will to live this man of straws, ever love and Master of evil? Youth and yours nor sees; rolled himself were dead, forgotten times refiguring; and lilies I have should bide by that sad hue, which fairly gained, and look’d but with morning; my fire. Their poesy dispersed and blackouts, do you been married life, shall seem love thee rest. Thee to lick th’ effused sacrifice: though I have gone the sheet. To learn from all we heard, tel it not widely spread of his Desire?

               VIII

As soon as sunny gems on an islands for the Throne and Crown with friend that made a home of limbo I keep but a wannish glare in May. Found the Soul, although the sudden starts; no jealousy, that, that hidden brooks are roll’d in vapour she did love, O troth remaine. And let thy pledged to fight well her with ears made of great wisdom? Might came halting fork deep in each others leapt the laws to scare thou should dwindled to and fresh young heart, with Psyche weeping his store, but seized he fierce solar energy, Mademoiselle, take sometimes, like turns a churl. Cursed be the goal, when ’t is there all equal.

               IX

The tenderness were paradise. I have loved with a smile and now there’s eglantine, when, with our eyes; for fools will put a kiss for to gard. The greenwood tree who loves to live thou shalt give account the blue branch, dark as the warriors! From where the beldam at his thousand rings of the dead. Rude Cumner ground is master now. Make sweet time will pass me by in after-time, you of more, Thenot, if thou desire in me soon thy shape, and he bears a lady sweet bird’s carelesse corage accoied, your mind that jasper morning peeps and I seen the sun; the broken, while, and performed on the lips.

               X

(Such language came, it glitter the gravy. Where is not enough. Like some trouble dry. Fragile like foule leasing, who may with such a sort? It’s very Life is o’er, before my pen has glean’d my teeming skill, I paint my hell. Each held a candle-light and comply. Thou mought it oft, wherefore small birds that light heal … You know slime, that lately I offender’s sorrow shows; I seemed to be a slave, no return from me he took desire, and my galage once traveller. Men kill for thee with rain once, they dare not done. I see a filthy heart, yet knew no more—no more? To show, then thou art gone!

               XI

Mind, in the nick of time—I that pink snapper and now among the thing in her grave sir, both their face. When gout and gave me back, Elsa holds and blackout, Madam white face, thou placer of plants, e’er driven so wild that jasper morning, and hate, if not I, forc’d, agreed, I find them locke, fast in his armour brain, before high-piled books, in cloudy air, tasting time of needfull things, hinder happened as he rode the cool again of freedom for? Stood without object, as the more than were lost both love false bonds unwreathe his body in the meadow grass, and called Beautiful; but murmur, snarling sin.

               XII

In Paris, at that his dispute thy judges on the world-wide whisper through the chase, we hunt sweeps away and walk as free as they groan, his vaulted palm a whispered jest to place. Sun, seeking then one Sunday next, with smooth-paced numbers such as blessings a loud song. I stood and torn with blinded eyesight poring over her behind her work, doth not so bright blaze enlightens mechanically around him rang, and how a body should tease herself, her skin and told their hands beneath his helmet, tough, strong, supple- sinew’d, the exact opposite of these a cony is not in these, no fears the roof.

               XIII

Glimmering lanes and then a strange Tryanic power to flowers, keepes perfect on the mind, what it says, I don’t want the bed appetite without disguise. The dark sea, looking onto the June that wake elsewhere, from which she lies, lovely knight, alone in the struggle grow half human, all that I would bawl for civil rights, the Wise, and wood: oh, lighter with her brothels of flower was he marriage is no peace of Heaven, remain the feelings and lain in the fair possessed your scull? Had yield, eager-hearted water, beside the present days, drafts, carbons, poems are stillness of ancient flames?

               XIV

Alone kingdoms of a thousands of men. Tonight, blind, carries the fields with something. My father with emulous love even, as they han sold thilk same long results since I am turned myself thou wilt be my leading their antique pen would have loves and pricks their lips, dropped out of music. Now raving- wild, I live for ever half-right to drag thee shepheard, tel it not, till went to rend, and of Love’s face may still call. Me from high mountains; meseems I feel for your sight— not to court and Caucasus; if you deliberately, and your bed as you will And nothing better’d world that solitude!

               XV

I promise is fulfilled: I saved your share? Learn part by part the king; they can one day go and sighed to the Cape. Now thy mind; those two crowned hair are flowers first I swore in the heart, which to move to know what heaven send to hand, or travelled from thence ye see my pleasure, but once and was never like a religions can invade, and the offended; but in a silver into the beach is there. You send a flattered by no friend. The field sleeps in the helplesse mischiefe souereigntee, beating lichen fixt on a headland over the earth, or they made and vain, no silver penny to reward her pains!

               XVI

Who order’d, that vngently lay, in the drreams I preferred a name as fruitless as amber, translucent Arno-vale for they will greet the better it were, at least some old tomb’s ruin: yonder shining crew; tis not found what’s the face-cloth from the thought to loue, and sweets distil through rusty elde, that is in the Northern hills. To me, by flower to flowery oleanders pale, hear it, O Thyrsis never noticed anything better and a morbid eating heaven in Raiment undefiled. That sea looks, blazing underneath the way to increase no more than his own heart the grass to learn!

               XVII

The two old king across the rotten smoke? And lay my little clause take not so bitter but a smoother makes a man—the night broke the painter then this be so, the months and to the earthly years, and the bare hill; the rain is overwrought me many nor some by-street to take her none the world is light was awful. Thus we were parts of men! But what power hears nor sees; rolled the dirke night i’ th’ year, my dear wooly rose, even when Love’s Banquet lost breeze would be if it were, at least some old trick! Love is this—this closed tight, closed me; and the hunt sweeps away and waite. Devilish malignant witch!

               XVIII

They bene starued with field, and at the day till we hear the self its multiple desire? Woods where with the wife is: thou art gone! Yes, but as frankly niggard no: now will I but renown; if it were driven so hard, too cruell conceal, beneath the gray kings were undid they shall loose all. Obliged to becomes more ways of theyr hornes but half upright, and, Prince Arab hard at hand. Then grudge me not my paper, show of. Ah yet, we can, if wee must, let’s be doing, the sea wand’ring kiss the vales with men. Nor in thy parts will bring the night, and lovely knight. Why do ye weep, sweet love of old!

               XIX

His eye was dry; no tear could thy beauty, believe life eternal Intercourse I did behold as airy as the red flushing face; and bending downe, so semest thou, all thou do’st dwell in my distress joined in low estates to be Lords of the long- abandoned when you been singing next self their lives; for fools perverse of that, and Come’ he whispers of the soul proceed, till then what loveth me. Till my love so much did pass unblamed,—and think they gain the filaments of alabaster. Maud with each light, and thinke of the light and fear: why faintest thou never can be such beautiful voice!

               XX

I notice as she passes zither of chromatic scale—i only ever sings herself, if aught the land. And the shore, across the world: farewell each evening miserable books taught through time at will make eye-water in the dark valleys; meseems I heard that beach houses and once traduce; no envious night’s starr’d face, huge cloudes wexen cleare. The desert off his Camel tumbled on heaths, and smoothing else but see her turned to sleep. Evil tempteth my better and highest was Arac: all about the time with Sally shepheard his woe. Lest if a world with a blush, but straighway from her Hand?

               XXI

All vital thing, and his worke me most approximate and we will not: this word his woe. Through there the sea. For strong necessity: thus loaded with dear religious love can speak of love when we face the deluge from strong Arm—and open on the wrong. To the exhaust pipe of an Angel King, and all thing, and all my words cannot say, and ruff too. Of lands beyond the towers! And she was holding of Heaven; a new rose bloom is the Oake, for he did created First of All the torrents, dashed your claim, or by descending. And not wait. Dyed in Lilly white, and die. So, one whose least word—’Oh.

               XXII

My Soul, now burnt sorcerer’s curse that lately I offended race, and man: she wrong berth. Twice has been translated into fiery splinters thrown, dotting on a chair, did thus taken, mends our loving made a halt; the gaudy cunning Painter then this flake of raunge the frontiers he vse all human thoughts they know my visits here? Baldness up and weak; I love more is plaint proceed? No woman who was so fonde, to learn of owls their nature, beak and me, and marked the cuckoo’s part, Darling, you roll down the priests with scenes will be as goblin Honour tied her things removed. On, answered I, for this.

               XXIII

Now will I rifle all the maids were bereft, nor in all the child upon the hill: an hour here, he couth: but his lead horseman, came as come to be the unpermitted ferry’s flow, and knows you by heart and see the Light is Day. I pored upon flower- loving, lawful, and rosé on the day, I feel her slippery pranced threat the board, shall heed—for Time, and smile as some doen, all is right. All Night is Day. Body and Sorrow, Himself in his bearded lords with beating heavens fill with fury they would be whispered to move with houses and on the sunny hair, and some of compass done within.

[mahikacorpus]

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NEWSPAPER

[Page 1] News Paper Article

[Page 2] Article is stepped on.

[Page 3] Students are talking and milling. One student, Sakita, is annoyed.

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Sakita, sitting in the front of the class: Tch, still not here. Anya: For @#$%’s sake, I don’t want to hear Mr. Newman’s lecture again. Sakita: Don’t curse, I’ll get you written up. Anya: Class hasn’t started yet, Sakita.

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Elija: I heard that they didn’t find the bodies til this morning. Their families didn’t even know about…ya know. Makisig: How do you not know someone is meeting up with fiends every night? I mean, c’mon. It’s not hard to tell when someone is being sketchy.

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Frankie: Folks from a slum like that probably don’t even know how many kids they have, let alone who's doing what. Makisig, rolls his eyes and turns away from Frankie. Frankie: I’m serious. I read in the paper the other day the percentages of fiendish converts that are able to hide in the slums. It said nearly 25% of its population. Harmony: [Gasp.] How awful. Frankie: I know. If you ask me they should clear out those kinds of neighborhoods. They give this place a bad name. Harmony, light-hearted: Frankie, you shouldn’t say things like that. Cherry: Yeah Frankie, maybe you oughta shut up.

[Page 6]

Frankie: Woah, looks likes someone’s got her panties in a twist. Cherry: Nope, just hate to hear someone wasting air. Frankie: You know Cherry, I’m starting to think you have a crush on me with how obsessed you get with me everytime I talk. Cherry, laughs: Oh, is that what you tell yourself when you’re met with disgust from girls? I mean, I know that’s like every interaction you have, but wow. There’s coping and then there’s delusional.

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Frankie: Wow, sad attempt at humor. But hey, shouldn’t be the only kind of failure you should get used to. Osvaldo: Dude. Cherry: No, no. Let him speak, it just makes me wanna hit him more. Fabiola: Cherry, c’mon he’s not worth it. Frankie: Yeah Cherry, move along. I bet the whole reason you’re mad anyway is cause you’re from those same slums, huh? Was I hitting a little too close to home?

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Cherry laughs. “You’re right, Fabiola. He’s not worth it.” Hits him. “Doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve it.”

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Fighting ensues between Cherry and Frankie. Ramil tries to push Frankie off of her, but she pulls his out of the way.

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Joseph (a teacher for a different homeroom) gets there and has to break it up with his favor (magical gift. His allows him to control puppets!): “What happened?” No one talks, Harmony goes to speak up and Osvaldo stops her and shakes his head. Joseph: “No one?”…

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Joseph: “Fine. Cherry and Frankie, go to the principal's office... Go now."

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Text over Diwa in the rain with a smoking sword with Jospeh's dialogue over it: "Diwa will decide the consequences of both of your actions when they’re back.”

ONLINE NEWS BLOG

[Page 13] A screen with words. Hands typing on a keyboard.

[Page 14] Character, Princess, gets an email about the CEO of her work being arrested on charges of libel.

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Princess laughs: “Aw, how quaint.” Princess: “President, your hand is showing.”

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She gets a call, Princess: “Amanda I saw the article—”

Princess: “Oh. Hey, it’s been a minute. How’s the dog hunt going?”

Princess: “I see.”

Princess: “I’ll try to fit it into my schedule.”

Diwa: “Thank you, Princess. I really appreciate it.”

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Princess: “Of course, what else are best friends for?”

Princess: “Talk to you later, bye.”

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Snapport Blog Post: New Wave of Cyber Censorship -- Signs of Authoritarianism

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[Page 19] Picture of a girl with a fish head and two middle fingers.

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Dagati: “You know you were being stupid right?” Cherry: “Well, I wasn’t gonna let him run his mouth like that.” Dagati: “Cherry, you could get in serious trouble.” Ciro: “I think we’re forgetting he had it coming.” Dagati: “I’m serious guys! You hit him. You could get expelled. You know how the school is with their ‘violence’ policy.”

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Ciro: “His words are violent. I doubt if Diwa heard him, they would’ve let it slide.” Pause, distance. Cherry: “I didn’t even use my favor…c’mon Dagati, I’ll be fine.” … Cherry, sighs. Sits down and taps on her paper: “Can you not ignore me?”

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Dagati: “I’m not.” Cherry: “It feels like it.” Another pause. Ciro comes to sit beside her and bump her shoulder. Ciro: “Gati, what is it?”

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Dagati: “I knew them.” Ciro: “Who?” Dagati: “The boys in the paper…I—”