#water poke miku

[fuck-it-icons]

🌊 Water Poke-Miku Pride Icons Pt.6 🌊

Zey/They 🌊 Wintercoric 🌊 She/He/They

Cis Woman 🌊 Any but They/Them 🌊 8-bitcoric

Any but She/Her 🌊 Cis Man 🌊 She/They

🌊 Free to use with credit 🌊

[humming-pokemon-helpers]

❤️ (Heart) - Who is someone you consider yourself pretty close to? (aside from cheri lol)

📢 (Megaphone) - Who is someone you'd recommend new/other people to check out?

Hey, Cheri doesn't even have an account here! ...at least, hope she doesn't. I don't need her to see me be as embarrassing as I am half the time...

Other than that, I mean, I'm pretty close to @runicsorceress in my opinion. We're friends, at the least! Same with @withoutatrace-pkmn or Sidon @water-pokemon-appreciator. Really, I guess my metric for that is anybody who'd drive me up the wall if they got hurt... So you guys are killing me right now! /lh

Accounts for new people to check out... obviously all of the above and other people I've mentioned, first off! I think a lot of the shelter accounts like @meganiums-petals-pokemon-shelter are great; Rosie @oh-shinx always has interesting content and is just funny to boot, and of course can't forget @fox-poke-fanatic (//and all of Backset's blogs really). Who else... Dave @/iheartnimbassacity and Amaryllis @/professor-amaryllis are always pleasant to see on my feed! And @champion-class-hatsune-miku is always... confusing, but very nice!

//(Shameless plug for @swagtastic-bougie-pompadour btw. Support your local old man.)

[pixellangel]

Favorite Poke-mikus along with the dark type?

Mine are the ghost, fairy, and psychic ones! Hard to narrow it down though, most of them are so good.

that's so hard to answer!! i love all of them, but i think water, ghost, and flying are all great. i also like that they gave the fighting type pokemiku a sirfetch'd so she has a leek theme!! :D

[princess-of-the-corner]

Recently lost like 90% of my energy so I've fallen out of the loop on it for a bit but some of my favorite blogs were/are

Hatsune Miku, Champion and Hitman.

A family but specifically two blogs one a Water trainer who's become the chosen one of Kyogre

The other a 14-17 year old fire trainer who's the chosen of Victini finished an angst arc a bit before I died.

Profesor Devious, the married man from before.

Also didn't get super into it before I died but there was a blog that focused on Glitch Pokemon.

The lore for why there's so many variations on Poke-sentience, Glitch Pokemon existance, time travel, etc. is Rotomblr is just connected to different dimensions. There were a few blogs that played with that the main reason I'm mentioning it is the next blog

Ren from Persona 5 who's been (unintentionally) universe hopping while his friends and family are in a time loop he's currently on Diamond but i Believe he'd been through Personas 3-5 and like 4 other "universes" before getting there.

Fascinating.

[cathartidaestimblog]

update 12/1/23!!: going through and reblogging lots of posts ive had saved for a while. most things will not be tagged. be careful !

info: - i try my best to trigger tag things that may affect people (tagged as simply [tag name], like #flashing) - i may spam reblog - let me know if i reblog the same thing multiple times, i dont like to have duplicates but i am forgetful :>

tagging system under the readmore (for myself mostly, but there is a list of potentially triggering tags that you can avoid if necessary ^^) (not fully accurate, i am constantly working on it :>)

my posts: cat speaks, cat stims, faves from saves ocs: ryuuto, nightstrike (a festival i invented for my oc world), toki, talos convian, kit, jason, ink aesthetics: angels, robotcore, fantasy, dark academia, lovecore, halloween, webcore, kittycore, petcore non-oc characters: hu tao, noelle (both genshin), binah (project moon)

type of post: stimboard, gifset, gif, video, audio, textpost, moodboard, long gifset, imageset, image (i also tag the number of gifs in a post, so #2 or #9 just refers to that ^^)

potential warning tags: flashing, eyestrain, glitch, fast, spinning, bright medical, medcore, gore, blood, needles (includes both sewing and medical), pills sharps, knives, weapons, swords bugs, insects, scorpions, spiders, snakes, moths, bees hands, people, eyes, hair horror, body horror, dolls, abandoned (i think thats the tag?) food, drinks, desserts, sweets, meat, chocolate, fake food crosses (like religious symbol crosses), alcohol, skulls, messy, smoking destruction, makeup destruction, cutting, carving, fire colors: rainbow, black, gray, silver, white, red, orange, gold, yellow, green, mint, teal, blue, lavender, purple, cream, tan, brown, pink

textures (?): bright, clear, dark, fur, glass, glow, holo, leather, lights, metal, metallic, paper, plastic, soft, warm, wood, squishy

studio ghibli: ghibli, ponyo, howls moving castle, totoro, soot sprites, calcifer, kikis delivery service, castle in the sky

video games: video games, minecraft, genshin, honkai star rail, pokemon, kirby

vocaloid (and similar): vocaloid, miku, luka, kaito, rin, len, meiko, teto, vflower, synth v, eleanor forte, ferry, eve, ghost and pals, team 6x111

sanrio: sanrio, cinnamoroll, pompompurin, hello kitty, my melody, kuromi

genshin: genshin, layla, diona, diluc, chongyun, xingqiu, tighnari, hu tao

pokemon: pokemon, vaporeon, sylveon, snom, lurantis, mimikyu, rowlet, polteageist, jolteon, pikachu, gengar, raichu, oshawott, tandemaus, sobble, silvally, furret, clodsire, galarian ponyta

unsorted fandoms: loz, mario, rosalina, cheshire cat, animal crossing, honkai star rail, silver wolf, stardew valley

nature: trees, outdoors, rain, storm, sky, clouds, water, ocean, snow, flowers, grass, ice, moss, leaves, sunset, night, frost, rocks, plants, winter

animals: cats, calico, tigers dogs, german shepherds, shiba inu, pitbulls, foxes birds, corvids, crows, ravens, blue jays, owls, barn owls, woodpeckers, geese, canada geese, macaws, ducks, muscovy ducks, penguins, puffins, mallard ducks, seagulls, doves, magpies moths, atlas moths, cecropia moths, death's head hawkmoths, luna moths, rosy maple moths bears, pandas, polar bears fish, koi, goldfish goats, deer, cows, bunnies, mice, opossums, hyenas, snakes

people (?): people, hands, tattoos, hair, eyes, makeup fursuits, handpaws, scalemail fashion, clothing, shoes, jewelry, gloves, rings, corsets, dresses, ties, earrings, flannel, skirts

food: food, cakes, cookies, pancakes, waffles, chocolate, berries, strawberries, peaches, whipped cream, desserts, sweets, fake food, marshmallows, fruits, candy, bread, peanut butter, cupcakes, oreos, cotton candy, meat

drinks: drinks, milk, coffee, boba, taro, tea, hot chocolate, milkshakes, soda, ramune

art: drawing, inking, paint, painting, paint mixing, sewing, brushing, brushes, sculptures, architecture, pens, pencils, writing, paper

slime: slime poking, slime stretching, slime squishing, slime pouring clear slime, cloud slime, floam slime, water slime, clay slime (also used for clay cracking)

technology: keyboards, typing, pc, controllers, tech, mech, machinery, machinery, gears, typewriters

fidgets and stimming: fidget toys, fidget spinners, fidget cubes, fidget tangles, body stims

other: city, streetlamps, anime, indoors, character i dont know, xenogenders, figurines, bandaids, powder, carousel, buttons (includes both sewing buttons and mechanical pressing buttons), hearts, golden hour, sparks, books, coins, swords, crystals, tarot, dice, mothman, bath bombs, chains, lava lamps, plague doctors, digital, melting, forging

[the-nya-anon]

Thought I'd get a list of Pokeblogs up here for those interested in the multiversal website Rotomblr like me. Separated into eight categories for convenience. Updates will definitely be needed because I don't know everyone off the top of my head (I appreciate everyone who responds with more thank you).

Because I'm not sure if people would be fine with being tagged I'm just leaving their blog titles here.

Pokeblogging

realpokemon fakeanimals @thatfailedpokemontrainer that-one-poison-trainer @the-real-girlfriend-official @the-real-eric-official @ask-big-anon @pkmntrainertrix unovan-businesswoman-angie aura-acolyte @evil-pokemart-official friendball-irl water-pokemon-appreciator fire-pokemon-appreciator blueflare7pkmn prof-indigo professor-devious goomyanon enemycube-online clara-teamrocket lavender-town-radio @safrina-shards humming-pokemon-helpers oh-shinx dakota-and-paris battle-subway-ghost sammich-dammit ask-pokeprofvoid virbank-vibing castelia-pidove artyburgh pkmnsciencej touya-san @time4krabby @ball-guy-blogs beeanonxx @yewwantstobattle @swoobatte @pokeglitchden @silveredfeathers sufficently-analyzed-magic @trainerlynda @meeeeeraiiiiiodonnnn frozenflmes sh0ck-w4v3 kimberlite-block normal-paldean-student superlotadrangers @swagtastic-bougie-pompadour @nanaboo-pumpkaboo @disablednecrozma @shinycharm-irl @ereader-berry @youngsterjoey @whisperingwinters neru-used-rest-pkmn pokemonranch champion-class-hatsune-miku prof-lemon koffing-time frostbite-yinny teamphobia paldean-ranger-brandy cherengymleader

rockstar-roxie the-champion-iris twinchampionsofkalos

Corporate Blogs

@the-real-pokemart-official officer-jennys-interregional unown-sanctuary amityparkofficial @poke-irs-real code-hoenn the-poke-depot pokemoncenterofficial naranja-uva-student-council rotomblr-official-user-service team-violence

Evil Teams

teamplasmaofficial teamwinterofficial team-unveil team-calm

Legendary Blogs

the-craftsman-and-mover myfuckingfrontier god-of-all-pokemon

Eeby Deeby

goldenrodchef @rashzangoose (does he count? it's kinda flipped in it's case) @office-clerk-wade whimsical-westbrook fated-furret peppy-pumpkaboo melted-desires

Sentient Pokemon

@t-braixen

Spiderman

@joltik-guy spinarak-bite spidops-woman araquanid-man

Not from a Pokeworld

@the-nya-anon @blackthorn-legion-irl @amonguspokemon @depressionicecube @threestarterpokeballs @adventerousclownery @unidentified-flying-heeho

Uncategorized

the-paper-anon the-gem-anon gwendoline-of-lumiose team-frustration-boss-zakuyamo rotomblrheritageposts rotomblr-item-bank

Hey, I'm ᰉ, or just Nya. I'm stuck in a laptop and I live at @the-real-eric-official's house. Ask me anything you want.

Sometimes Radiation will pop up for a post or something, he speaks with green text and always misspells words, sometimes to the point of complete illiteracy (I'll try to translate). I don't like it when he does post because he uses me to post instead of his phone. I think he might have lost it.

I go by any pronouns, Rad goes by he/him.

See #ᰉ for posts made by me, and #radiation anon for posts made by him.

I might edit this post in the future with more info.

[mikustim]

Hatsune Mina, @destinytomoon‘s oc, themed stimboard.

💖 🎤 💚 / 💖 🎶 💚 / 💖 🎤 💚

[soft-stims]

🌊 Bottle Miku stimboard for anon 💦

1 l 2 l 3 l 4 l 5 l 6 l 7 l 8

[havg02]

Miku:

♤she's adventurous, friendly, cocky and stubborn. She has interest in watching fun mystery and horror videos, documentaries or games and keeps up with newest animes, watches from Netflix and crunchyroll all day on her bed or on the tv—your anime-gamer -couch-potato-girl.

♤She has lots of pride and loves the fame as being the top vocaloid, which makes her have an competitive insecure side where she stubbornly tries to be better than everyone which all backfires at the end like, she's close friends with Rin, although she gets a little jealous of how pretty and organized Rin is that she can't help but compare herself to her.

♤gets defensive when she thinks someone is insulting, stomps and childishly does stuff like drinking milk out of the carton when upset and gets a tomato face when embarrassed.

♤she loves leeks that can't make anything else than leek don, stir fried rice and pancakes.  keeps any dessert to herself. Number 1, dessert and any food is Miku's, don't even try to share it with her.

♤Gets super tired after concerts because she has most of the turns performing, dragging herself to get up in the morning and practice singing and dancing. She wishes that someone would care for her but no one in the vocaloid doesn't notice her, so she gets butthurt and tells everyone she's fine even though she waits for them to notice.

♡Wears comfortable overalls, long sleeve shirts, pusheen or gaming logo shirts, skirts and any random socks—anything that's comfy enough to lie around in.

Rin:

♡she's level headed, dainty, sweet, elegant, bubbly and kind, described by her friends 'sweet as honey' and is the cottagecore princess—she's good at baking and making yummy food like earl grey cookies, lavender lemonade, violet sugars, dandelion jelly, creme brulee with orange liquor and pistachio cream filled donuts with raspberry topping when she's bored.

♡but she just eats food like rye bread with honey, yogurt, dehydrated strawberry chips, fresh steamy almond butter croissants, italian mozzarella salad, tea, coffee, a mini cottage pie.

♡She loves flowers and ribbons so she makes potpourris to put in her room which makes it smell super nice.

♡unlike everyone else who doesn't bother, she has a morning and night skincare routine. She likes to put on a little makeup to look presentable as a model, with Coral pink or rose pink Lip gloss, blush and spraying on perfume every morning. She sprays on body mists throughout the day.

♡her favourite thing in the world is orange flower water that she has perfumes of it. Her favourite one has a note of orange flower water, rose water and lillies. The second one she had orange flower with marshmallow and hydrangea. 

♡she's always practicing and likes to do ballet and figure skating as a hobby so because of that, she does yoga to pass time and relax, and have a milk bath with petals and pine nuts. Master likes to nickname her 'marie antoinette' because the princess shared similar interests. But when she's not practicing, she reads literature with tea in the warm sun, or sunbath with bronzer oil at the beach if the vocaloids decide to go there, shop for ballet things or health stuff for sores or skincare products.

♡wears like a teen vogue model or a princess; hair in beach waves, tinted heart sunglasses, t-shirt and pale shorts / printed dresses with tights / flower sunhat and low heels with ribbons

Len:

◇he's a bit of each; stoic, cocky, awkward, caring, quiet, puppy-like. He's often strumming on a guitar, playing some simple tunes or playing on his gameboy/nintendo by the couch or in his bedroom but he's mostly following around Rin like a puppy to be cuddled and stick around with, which Rin just dismisses him to not to hurt his feeling

◇but Miku likes to mock him and poke fun at him for being so fragile, which he sometimes gets afraid of her and her love and talent for scary horror stuff. RIP Len during halloween.

◇knows how to cook, but doesn't often do it because he likes to eat what Rin makes—especially her banana cakes and banoffee pies. But when she gets sick or tired, he cooks food for her. 

◇likes Rins head pats when he's lying on her lap, admires her pretty face and cool-figure, likes how she smells so nice, unspokenly supports her at everything, wants to be hugged but is too shy to ask. 

◇Doesn't really like Kaito as he's kind of competitive with him in his head because Kaito is more masculine and handsome, the male lead of the vocaloid. So if he ever talks to Rin or even gives a smile at her, he kind of bristles.

◇wears those 2000 style band or paint splatter shirts, jockey jumpers, shorts, sneakers, converses, small chains, headphones around his neck.

Luka:

♧she's friendly, scary, funny, fun and the one who teases you out of affection if you're the pouty type. She and Meiko seem to be sophisticated and adult-like to fans at first, but they're both actually like fun big sisters you can hangout with for a drink after a long hard day. Luka gives off a hot office woman vibe as she works as one.

♧she knows how to cook, and loves sushi and sashimi, which is her talent—a sushi chef. She has her own set of knifes for it, a traditional knife sharpener and skills to make one. Fatty tuna is the best for her.

♧she dotes over Rin a lot because of her cuteness and pretty face; brushing her hair in the morning, cooks meals with her, uses a glamorous picture of her as a profile picture on her phone, when she's walking through the town and sees a pretty outfit in the display window she buys it thinking that it would look good on Rin. 

♧Rin thinks of her and Meiko as a reliable sister and shares intimate moments with her, making Len to square up to Luka to get Rin back, only to look like a baby which makes Luka and Meiko laugh and tease him. Miku gets a little jealous and left out as her and Rin both look up to Luka and Meiko and she wants to be liked as well but she feels ungrateful and childish as a top vocaloid who's too old to say it (me ;_;) 

♧she usually is chatting with Meiko all day as they are besties, going shopping, reading magazines, doing the chores, talking about dates and work—that kind of adult stuff

♧wears fishnet tights, plain heels, a jacket with matching knee skirt, a white collar shirt/sweater and slinky pants, those shiny bangles and rings

Meiko:

♡she's friendly, scary, funny, fun and the one who teases you out of affection if you're the pouty type. She and Luka are both intelligent, efficient and diligent, and they seem to be sophisticated and adult-like to fans at first, but they're both actually like fun big sisters you can hangout with for a drink after a long hard day. Meiko is the model queen, she has the sexiest style you can ever imagine

♡she usually is chatting with Luka all day as they are besties, going shopping, reading magazines, doing the chores, talking about dates and work—that kind of adult stuff

♡She likes to drink at nights or at parties, after a long day if work with charcuterie boards or fried food to go along with it. Poor Kaito has to deal with her drunkenly taking clothes off and makes sure she doesn't do anything further. It's worse if she mistakes him for a random guy and kisses him, sending the poor ice cream man over the moon.

♡knows how to cook, she makes the best cookies that all the vocaloids loved ever since they were debutantes, as she always made them to welcome any new members or guest and they were super good. It's one of Kaito's most favourite cookie in the world.

♡she isn't as crazy doting over Rin as Luka, but she still likes to treat Rin as her daughter and is always there for her and Miku. 

♡wears like a celebrity; long skirts, half sleeved shirts when at home, lace underwear, designer shoes, outfits, piercings and earrings

Kaito:

♤he's gentle, kind, soft, caring, reliable and a jolly man who you can warm up to easily by his friendly handsome smile. He would work either at an engineer shop, as a business man or maybe a delivery man because of his strong arms which Rin and Miku like to hang off and swing on for fun—which Miku gets the most fun out of it as she has a liking to Kaito. 

♤He's actually a really nice person as he's one of the oldest in the vocaloid, he does the chores as well when he has time, and like anyone else, he gets very concerned if anyone is hurt and rarely ever gets angry at all. He's very dramatic and soft as well like a teddy bear and a husband material.

♤he's the man—the male lead so unknowingly to Kaito, Len and Gakupo generally don't like him but they still deal with him to get along so he and Gakupo are friends now, except for Len. Since Rin is the youngest that everyone adores and endears, he often pets her head and asks to taste the food she makes, which Len doesn't like and gets all riled up in the shadows.

♤but he's actually like Len, a puppy except for Meiko. He doesn't follow her around because Meiko is scary and she'd scold him for being so weird (being a young kid, you could get away with everything lol) so he would be doing puppy eyes and letting her step on him if she wanted to, getting envious of anyone who she was nice to. Meiko is a little annoyed at his clingyness but she doesn't hate him and thinks of him as a good trustful friend.

♤he's a really good ballerino dancer which is why he and Rin practices often in the dance room, he was her tutor for a bit before she finally became a true ballerina. 

♤he can cook well of any normal day kind of food like fried shrimp, spaghetti, curry, grilled fish….etc. and he loves those ice cream bars after a hot day at work or just chilling out boredly in the living room—vanilla was always his favourite.

wears suits, white shirt collar and pants, singlet, dark t shirt, a scarf, a long fur coat in winters, business leather shoes/brogue shoes, watch

[zukofenty]

day 25: mona lisa

➜ Summary: The one where Zuko and Katara make a pact to (fake) rush Asian Greek life because they were giving out free tacos.

“Whoever becomes an official sorority sister or frat brother wins!”

“Can the prize be health insurance?” Zuko doesn’t have the energy to muster his patented glare.

➜ Genre: Modern!AU, humor, FratBrother!Zuko, SororityGirl!Katara, scamming, dildo stealing 

➜ Words: 6.6k

➜ Warnings: they stay in an airbnb instead of a hotel bc who has the schmoney for a hotel room😩

AO3, @zutaramonth hi!!!

Zuko’s grabbing at Katara’s arm while she’s carefully sipping water (only water, she swears) out of a red solo cup. She’s in her “whore fit” (her words) with larger than life fake eyelashes that could propel her into the sky a la Icarus if she blinked a little too quickly. She was in the middle of readjusting her crop top for the umpteenth time that night, because of course she forgets her strapless bra chicken cutlet contraption at home, so of course she does the most reasonable thing and takes a regular bra and just tucks the straps in. Because as much as she is a proponent of #freethenipple, her nipples could probably slice open a radiator with how fucking cold Ba Sing Se was. 

 “Please take this shot for me,” Zuko reasons with her, trying to make it seem as though he was handing off a shot to a clueless lightweight sorority rushee he was hoping to nail later in the night. For reputation’s sake, Zuko could not afford to fuck up tonight. He was in too deep. “Please, my Pepsin hasn’t kicked in yet. Asian glow is not the look we’re going for tonight.”

 “I hate you.” Katara munches on her (free) taco, and effortlessly throws back the shot: no chase. Zuko looks back and sees active members of Pi Alpha Psi giving him a thumbs up, hooting, hollering, being dumb. One salaciously thrusts his hips to the beat of “Big Bank,” pathetically hoping he could emulate YG in support of Zuko supposedly getting some Deltas pussy. 

 Asian Greek life was fucking stupid. 

 Tonight was the night of the Deltas Sorority and Pi Alpha Psi Fraternity rush party, the most important party so far during rush week. Because Greek life was entirely stupid , of course they had to hold the fucking party on a Tuesday night, when Zuko had an econ pratice set to get done by midnight, and Katara needed to get to Ochem at 8am the next morning. It was their fault, really. A punishment from God herself (Rihanna) for trying to scam the Greek system. 

 It all started because Zuko and Katara had no fucking friends. 

 Besides each other, but that was also up for debate most days. Especially the days when Zuko would remind Katara whenever her foundation didn’t blend down her neck. He always thought he was being helpful. Katara’s long given up the urge to slit his throat. 

 After high school, when you still believed you were going to do something with your life and be important and make a difference and didn’t know about income tax, they had kept the dream of Ba Sing Se University alive while they attended community college. Uncle Iroh and Hakoda weren’t exactly rolling in tuition money, and financial aid was a stingy bitch. While Zuko had considered reaching out to his estranged father, the owner of a multi billion dollar pyramid scheme, he suddenly remembers the time his dad tried to burn his face off after a particularly heated episode of Maury , and then books another therapy appointment. 

 It was the top university in the nation, promising a gateway to accounting jobs and selling your soul to work for immoral tech companies to pay off your student loans in a timely manner. They had prayed for the day they could call the school home. The day they could leave their small town and finally make it in life. Katara and Zuko were inseparable growing up, even if at the surface they bumped heads. They were at each other’s throats whenever the going got tough, slinging petty insults at each other. 

 “I told you this was a bad idea. They don’t have fucking non-dairy options. Wait until my anus starts beatboxing in the bathroom in 20 minutes. Then you will see,” Zuko grumbled. Katara was always doing this, dragging their group of friends to “fun” places whenever Yelp sends her a notification a new restaurant opened up in their shithole of a town. It’s always some boba shop that was secretly a front for a Scientology cult’s money laundering scheme. 

 But Katara’s the only one who is able to scare Zuko (dairy induced) shitless. She’s always able to send him a glare that screams don’t you dare fuck with me, I know you masturbate to Hatsune Miku moan compilations. And he instantly starts sweating .

 At the same time, she was the only one to truly get him. Even if their friends were perfectly content to stay in their town, doing the same things, being the same people, Katara and Zuko always knew there was so much more out there. So much more to the world than what they had grown up in. So they kept the dream alive. Even if their friends had rightfully doubted them. No one made it out of their town. You find a partner from the same people you grew up with, have kids you grow to hate, hide your husband’s infidelity, and either choose from two options. Grow old with him and resent him and then have a kid to try to save the marriage. Or, go Gone Girl on his ass. 

 “Women really need to go back to poisoning their men. Like the good old days,” Katara’s eyes were narrowed into slits as she focused on taking clandestine photos of Mrs. Kim’s cheating, rat-faced husband. For a few months, she was under the tutelage of the town’s private investigator, June. It paid well, and she felt she was contributing to the feminist movement at the same time. 

 “Uh-huh, right,” Zuko eyed her warily. Dubbed lovingly “Katara’s Uber Driver,” he also got paid by June to drive the Nyla Mobile around during their late night ops. 

 He couldn’t wait to leave this shit fuck of a town. 

 While their friends and family were tearfully embracing them on their final days at home, a patented group hug forced upon them, they shared a secret smile. Their dream was coming true. They were going to a school in the city with minimized debt. Plus, though neither of them would ever admit it, they also had each other to rely on.

 //

 “What the fuck do you need? I swear to Rihanna, you only text me when I’m trying to masturbate. Please, make other friends,” Katara nearly screams into the phone. Her roommate, Suki, groans at the volume coming from Katara’s side of the room, but doesn’t get up. Her stomach is still sensitive from the Blue Razz Four Loko she downed at some frat house Katara had to drag her back from. 

 Zuko had the decency to sound sheepish. “What are you doing tomorrow?” 

 “I hope you understand, I am too tense right now to pretend I like you. Go. Make. Friends.” 

 Because Zuko is a fucking child , he starts groaning and Katara could hear him petulantly slamming his Amazon memory foam mattress with his fist. He’ll get angry that the mattress is preventing any real satisfaction from hitting it, and then hit it a few (approximately 3) more times. She hears the pounds, and smirks. She doesn’t know whether or not to feel disturbed that she knows him so well. 

 “I miss you,” he whines.  

 “I don’t.” 

 Zuko gasps dramatically. “How could you say that? Sandbox love never dies!” He wants to yell into the darkness of his room when she hangs up on him. It was valid, of course. But that doesn’t mean his feelings can’t hurt. He’s always sensitive during the Mercury Retrograde. 

 Being a transfer student is hard, as much as he hates to admit it. There’s only two years to pad your resume and make lifelong friends and learn how much cocaine is too much cocaine for your body. College was hard. While Katara’s roommate was able to introduce her to people and Katara made a group of friends almost instantly, Zuko wasn’t nearly as pleasant to be around. It wasn’t his fault he was nervous . When he’s nervous he looks more mean than usual, and his roommate, Jet, was wary around him since the day he moved in. He couldn’t even be mad when he spotted Jet hiding his box cutter’s accessibility. 

 “Katara!” Zuko rolls his eyes at her lack of response. “Katara!” He repeats. “I know you’re just listening to “Like a G6” on a 10 hour loop. Don’t pretend to look so concentrated.” 

 She glares at him. “Let me have this one thing to myself.” She still begrudgingly takes out her airpods.

 “No.” 

 Katara wants to throttle his long ass neck. “Zuko, be honest with me.” 

 “Ok, yes! When you put your hair in a ponytail you look like a cage free egg.” Zuko stares at her in confusion when she starts playing with her hair. “What are you doing?” 

 “I’m trying to hand over my wig. You fucking scalped me, and I had nothing to say back. Just take it. You deserve it.” He smacks her hands from messing with her hair. Other patrons in the cafe near campus glanced over in amusement, as Katara pokes him in the neck and he yelps. 

 While he rubs at his neck to lessen the sting from Katara’s acrylics, she worries at her lip. “Be honest. Do you think Suki hates me?” 

 “Yes.” 

 Katara slams a hand on the table, causing his croissant to quake in fear. “You’re supposed to be comforting and trying to console me! Do it over, say no.” 

 “No.” 

 “Zuko, do you know how close I am to biting your nipple right off?” 

 He rolls his eyes. Katara specialized in empty threats (most of the time). “Don’t get mad at me just because Suki refuses to talk to you.” He relishes in her frustration. “Again, whose fault is it that Suki has to go to court for reckless driving?”

 “She was the one at the wheel!” Katara throws her hands to the air, before petulantly slapping them into her thighs, for emphasis of her point.

 Zuko pinches his nose bridge. “Well, you were the one who convinced her that she shit herself!” 

 Katara takes a neat, clean sip from her iced coffee before calmly responding. “She was the one doing 88 in a 65 trying to get to the bathroom. How was I supposed to know she did anal the day before and it was just cum!” 

 Zuko smacks his forehead in frustration after seeing identical blushes on the sea of patrons, now very much intune with the turn of the conversation. “You really don’t know how to act in public, do you? Like you think all the shit coming out of your mouth is important enough for it to just be said. You couldn’t have let that be a passing thought? Or learn how to fucking whisper?” 

 Katara sighs, closing her eyes and folding her hands over each other, because she’s dramatic. “All I had today for lunch was lip gloss. Let me be.” 

 “Again, if you, I don’t know, learned how to apologize to someone and admit you’re wrong then maybe Suki wouldn’t have hidden all your stress snacks. And, I don’t know. Maybe if you knew how to say ‘sorry’ she wouldn’t hate your fucking guts.” Katara simply turns her head into the air at Zuko’s words, refusing to acknowledge them. He’s itching to take a hit of his Phix with how on edge he was, and then remembers Katara had sold it on the school Facebook sell and exchange page as revenge. Apparently, Katara snaps if you send her one too many Tom Holland and Nicki Minaj fanfiction stories. Not that he’s speaking from personal experience. “You know what, you’re almost as stubborn as Wendy Williams when she refuses to pronounce Dua Lipa’s name correctly.” 

 She petulantly swivels her gaze to Zuko, nose still pointed to the sky. “Dula Peep is iconic for that reason.” She breathes out, letting her body go lax. “Please, shut the fuck up. I’m sad. Why would she leave me alone in the middle of the Mercury Retrograde like this? I didn’t think she hated me that much.” She drops her defensive stance, and rolls her shoulders, eyes focused only on the table. “I thought, what we had. It was real friendship you know? I made a joint for her using the orientation leader recruitment flyers because we were out of rolling papers. That’s true love. That’s sisterhood.” 

 //

 “Please, I can’t poop right now! I can’t poop when I’m scared. I’m poop shy!” 

 Zuko audibly groaned. “Then why the fuck would you take a shit at my apartment? Yours is literally a 4 minute walk away, according to motherfucking Google Maps. 5 minutes if you use Apple Maps.” 

 “I don’t know, ok! I saw the baby wipes and I just kinda went with the flow, sue me!” Damnit, she knew she tasted real milk in her strawberry banana smoothie. God, the price of being ethnic in this dairy filled world. 

 “I called you over here to explain the plan! So I don’t bother you mid masturbation! And you just had to take a dump, didn’t you? On the plan, and my fucking toilet, too!” 

 She was weary after her back to back classes from 9-5 when Zuko excitedly called her up to come to his place. As much of a bitch baby Zuko could be, Katara tries to visit his place as much as she can. His apartment was just upgraded, meaning he had a state of the art microwave. One that doesn’t third degree burn her ham and cheese Hot Pockets, but rather cooks them perfectly to the tune of the package instructions, and makes them all fluffy and culinary excellence. Plus, he lives further from the heroin infested park she lived right next to, meaning his building smelt like a Clinique cosmetics counter (or: old lady) rather than pure urine like hers. And he didn’t have to run home in fear of being chased. 

 Besides, he’s all she’s got right now. He explained his plan as the roof of her mouth is assaulted by the gooey cheese of the Hot Pocket. Zuko eagerly handed over the flyers that were shoved into his hands as he was walking to campus. 

 “Do you see the funds these bitches got? We have to go! We need to become part of Asian Greek life!” 

 Although Katara did enjoy seeing the copious amount of free food potential, she was skeptical. “This is all free?” 

 “Yes, oh my god! Read the damn flyer! They’re living it up while we try to fit spinach in our budget to buy White Claw. Free alc, and free tacos! C’mon, we don’t even have to get into the sorority or frat. Just go through the rush process, and try to get as much free food as possible.” Zuko sits on his bed beside her, and even shakes her by the shoulders for emphasis. She swats his hands away while he chuckles.

 Katara side eyes him. “Aren’t you already behind on your lectures? I don’t know, do we really want to waste time doing this?”

 Zuko sends her a sheepish smile, but grabs her hand. For reassurance purposes, of course. “It’s just one week. Let’s just let loose. Maybe we could walk away from this with a few friends. So I don’t bother you mid beating your meat.” Katara can’t help but laugh. 

 On the first night, she was nervous. Zuko was clearly his indifferent self, but deep down she knew he was scared, too. Katara and Zuko weren’t exactly Greek life material . 

 “They thought you were hot, that’s why they flyered you!” Katara yelps while digging through his closet. Zuko ignores the blush growing on his face. “Let’s find a fit that emphasizes that bad boy aesthetic.” 

Katara never did anything half assed. That’s why if they were going to play hot, ignorant Asian Greek lifers, they were going to be the goddamn best. Academy Award nominated and then played by Scarlett Johansson in a biopic type of acting. 

 “What’s wrong with what I usually wear? Is the leather jacket not, quote unquote, bad boy enough?” Zuko runs his hands through his shaggy hair, which Katara had encouraged him to not style. She’d never admit it, but maybe her sexual awakening coincided with Zuko growing his hair out. Maybe. 

 “Yeah, yeah. Maybe to Tumblr , but not for fuckboys.” She groans because of course Zuko has good fashion taste. Maybe him being hot helps with how clothes looked, but they all screamed fashion and not basic fuckboy . Which was the vibe of the night. “God, do you have the entire Forever 21 Black t shirt aisle in here?” 

 Before he could retort, Zuko’s interrupted by Jet coming into their room to grab his dumb Hydroflask. It’s dumb because it’s so goddamn big, for no good reason. 

 “Hey, Katara,” Jet is smirking. Ew . 

 Zuko feels jealousy, the type that makes your body grow all hot and makes you want to punch a mattress and Jet’s pleasantly symmetrical face. God, why is he so fucking pretty? He reminds himself that Katara was entirely off limits , and schools his face. He gets these types of pangs of envy once in a while, usually during the Mercury Retrograde. Ever since they were kids, he knew Katara was going to be in his life forever. He wasn’t about to fuck that up. Not with emotions or anything. 

 “Hey, Jet!” Katara chirps. She couldn’t help it, her pussy is weak for pretty men. She knew that look on his face. The eyes that roamed her body clad in the tight top and jeans that made sure her ass looked like she paid for it. Thank you, Fashionnova. 

 He gives her a hot guy half hug, and she’s melting. Calm down, girl Katara warns her pussy. “See you around. Zuko, I’m going to Target, do you need anything?”

 Zuko frowns at the sight of a fangirling Katara. “Nope.” Jet nods, and even offers up a smile. He hates that he smiles back. 

 Katara swoons. She flops on Zuko’s bed, eyes all dreamy and starry. “That’s the vibe you need to give off!” 

 “What, that I have HPV?” 

 “Exactly! See, that’s the type of fuckboy you need to be. You can have the same pussy clenching effect with the right, basic clothes. You’re hot, and you have a badass scar. You just need a striped Guess shirt and white Nike Air Force 1s to complete the getup.” 

 So, Zuko digs through his closet from his hypebeast phase to find a pair of white sneakers (“Reeboks aren’t basic enough!” Katara protests) and borrows the Guess shirt from Katara, and they were ready to scam.

 Fuck. The damn tacos. And then it was all you can eat Korean food. Then it was free avant garde ice cream at that one place that cost you an ovary to even sample the vanilla bean flavor. 

 The first night of rushing, all you can eat Korean food, and they were already putting on the pounds. 

 “ Holy fucking cheese dick! I think I gained the weight of a Kardashian ass filler in just today alone! I can’t breathe. Zuko, hold up.” She puts her hand out, halting their walk back to her place. “I need to unbutton my pants.” She had one too many plates of kimchi spam fried rice.

 Zuko burps graciously. Goddamn kimbap. He swallowed that shit whole, choking a few times throughout the night. “Me fucking too! Oh my god, I can’t breathe.” 

 “In through your nose. Out with your dairy shits.” 

 As soon as they got back to her apartment, they immediately reached for Lactaid, and then went over the events of the night. 

 “What do you think of Ty Lee? All the guys were drooling over her,” Zuko asks. Katara ditched her elaborate makeup, scrubbing her face clean and was in one of Zuko’s t shirts he’s long given up trying to get back from her. She’s twirling an expensive mechanical pencil between her fingers, the kind that has super precise lead and matches her pencil case and laptop. For the aesthetic. 

 “She’s the type of bitch to eat salt and vinegar chips at 9 in the morning.” 

 “What’s the difference between girls who eat salt and vinegar chips in the morning, and girls who eat Hot Cheetos in the morning?” Zuko’s scratching at his head, brain still foggy from all the Doritos he’s practically inhaled. He’s topless, and has one of the many sweats he leaves behind at Katara’s because their sleepovers were some of his favorite memories growing up. Even if they have to squeeze Zuko’s six foot tall ass in twin beds now. 

 “One has class. The other needs therapy.” 

 He squints from his spot at her desk, typing interrupted to push up his round glasses. “I see.” 

 “I saw you really hit it off with Mai,” Katara made sure to keep her voice even. “She was really into you.” 

 Zuko whips his head around to her. “Really?” He yelps. “Stay out of my business!” Katara throws her hands up in mock surrender. “...Did she say anything about me?” 

 “She said she was so tired of medium ugly frat brothers and that you showing up sent her cooch into anaphylactic shock,” Katara deadpans.

 “Really!” Zuko’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. 

 “No, she just said you were handsome. And then I told her ‘don't call him handsome unless he's about to hand some money over,’ and then she laughed and then thirst followed you on Instagram.” 

 Zuko scrambles to check his phone. “Oh my god, she’s so cute,” he whispers, eyes enraptured by her Instagram feed. Katara rolls her eyes when he jumps into her bed, knocking her work aside to shove his greasy iPhone 6s in her face. 

 Katara slaps it right out of his hand. “Ugh, not the 6s.” 

 Zuko practically melts. “You said she thinks I’m hot, right?” Katara pokes at a man tit before curling up at his side. 

 “You’re annoying.” 

 Zuko grabs Katara's hand, playing with the tiny fingers. “I’m adorable.” 

 She snorts. “You know, we should make a pact. If we’re getting this invested into the whole process. Whoever becomes an official sorority sister or frat brother wins!”  

 “Can the prize be health insurance?” Zuko doesn’t have the energy to muster his patented glare with Katara cozied up next to him. 

 //

 The second night, ice cream night, and Katara was slipping. 

 “What do you usually look for in a guy?” 

 “I usually just look away,” Katara admits, shrugging. She doesn’t forget to plaster a well practiced, non threatening smile on her face. 

 “Preferred places for guys to cum?” Another sorority girl asks. Other rushees are nodding enthusiastically, carefully preparing their answers. 

 “To his senses,” Katara huffs. 

 “I usually like a backshot!” Ty Lee says enthusiastically, despite the other sisters eyeing Katara warily. Ty Lee insisted that Katara would be a good fit for the sorority. She looked like the only one on her side.

 While the girls were excitedly dancing along to the music playing in the shop, Katara’s eye twitches. It was the feminist in her. “If you still like Chris Brown, you’re ugly,” Katara is adamant, not relenting despite the incredulous, wide eye stares from the gaggle of sorority girls. 

 “Well, I guess I’m ugly then!” Mai yelps, hands crossed over her chest defiantly. 

 Katara smiles carefully. “You sure are, bitch!” 

 Fuck Katara was messing this up. She needed to make sure that they were convinced Katara was sorority girl material to move onto the next level of the secret invite only event. Fuck, fuck, fuck . 

 She wasn’t about to let Zuko win at anything!

 Mai squints at her. “Are you a clit being handled by a frat brother? Because you’re really rubbing me the wrong way.”

 Ty Lee gasps. “Please excuse her, Indica makes her grumpy.” 

 Katara glares. “None taken.” 

 She likes Ty Lee, that much she’s gathered. And, it seems as though Ty Lee had grown to like her back, making sure Katara gets enough ice cream throughout the night, even turning her head when Katara pulls out a Tupperware from her backpack to bring back the dessert to her apartment. 

 That was until Ty Lee remembered she had a flask hidden up her skirt, a necessity post fuckboy cheats on you .  “I-I just called to say I don’t miss you! And that your dick smells like a stapler that has been microwaved for 25 seconds. Like, you can block me all you want. But you can’t uneat this ass. Sorry, I don’t make the rules!” Katara does damage control, and dutifully snatches the phone from her hands.

 Crossing her arms like a mother disciplining her child, she levels Ty Lee with a concerned look. “What the actual fuck do you think you’re doing?” 

 Ty Lee gets up and stumbles on her way to hug Katara. “I can’t leave him! I love him so, so much. He’s my fucking ride or die, the Quavo to my Saweetie! The pitchy singing to my Selena Gomez! The Marlene to my Rosa! The badly glued fake eyelashes to my Asian sorority girl,” Ty Lee is crying and loud and her anime like tits are bouncing with every sob that comes. 

 Katara takes the flask of peach vodka from her trembling hands, and shakes the girl. “Look, bitch. You’re better than this.” 

 “No, I’m really not!” 

 Katara pokes the girl in the forehead. “Yes, bitch you definitely are. You’re a bad bitch that got adicktated. But that’s ok.” She tilts the red faced girl’s head back, making sure the cup of water goes down her throat. “So what if you fell in love a little? You’re in your bag bitch, you don’t need provolone smelling dick to dicktate your life!” 

 She rubs at her snot filled nose, and then wipes her fist on her mini skirt. “You really think so?” 

 “Bitch, I know so . Go be a slut, forget about Chan’s ass flake. Now hand over your phone. Drunk yelling over the phone is not the move for the night.” The other active Deltas sisters were running back from a group bathroom visit, after realizing it was Ty Lee’s bad decisions o’ clock . They came back to see the chastised girl determindly eating Ube flavored ice cream, without a phone to do dumb shit in her hands. Mai can’t help but start liking Katara. 

 //

 The third night, and it’s the Deltas Sorority and Pi Alpha Psi Fraternity rush party, the most important party so far during rush week. IT was a slam fucking dunk. They had gotten catering from everybody’s favorite taco place at the Pi Alpha Psi frat house. And a fucking DIY boba bar. A boba bar! A goddamn boba bar. Katara had a ziplock baggie filled with the tapioca pearls in her left jean pocket. 

 All Deltas rushees were meant to be socializing with Pi Alpha Psi brothers. The active sisters were trying to see who were the classy whores in the group. They didn’t want admitted whores, just subtle ones. After fending off another medium ugly brother from trying to stare at her tits, Katara corners Zuko, who hands her another shot to take for him. “Why was that guy dressed like an uninvolved father?” 

 “What’s that supposed to look like?” 

 “Sweaty, and smells vaguely of disappointment.” 

 Zuko coughs. “I’m sad that hit way too close to home.” 

 Katara looks devastated for a split second, until Zuko starts laughing at his own joke. Then, she smacks him upside the head. “You know, you should be thankful for me. I got you looking exactly like a Pi Alpha Psi brother. Even down to the shoes.” Katara glares ahead. “God, I hate that we have to wear shoes on in this house. I hate looking at Haru’s Black Air Force 1s. Anything but those. Anything but those .” 

//

 The fourth night and they had successfully scammed the Greek system. 

 “Zuko!” Katara screams, bursting through his door without preamble. “Look what Ty Lee sent—wait a minute. What the fuck are you doing?” She pauses in shoving the phone in his face to see him face down in his calculus textbook. 

 “I’m trying to find a natural way to stay focused.” 

 Katara crosses her arms. “Have you considered adderall?” 

 Zuko snorts, clearly annoyed. “That’s literally prescription meth.” 

 “And what about it?” She slams her body, face first into his bed. “‘ Hey get ready tomorrow because we have an exclusive, invite only clubbing invite and the girls and I really really want you to come! ’” Katara reads the Instagram message verbatim from her phone, her chest swelling with unbridled pride. “I deserve an Academy Award.” 

 Zuko plops his body right on top of hers, relishing in how she groans under his added weight. “Run me my Golden Globe because according to Chan, my ‘ass better be ready to get nasty at Club Nyla .’” 

 “Shut the booger sugar up!” 

 So (on a Thursday night ) Katara and Zuko crowd in the party bus the generous Asian Greek system had funded in the name of “cultural bonding.” She can barely breathe, tits pushed in the most fuckable way possible, and she feels her face heating from the shots forced down her throat because her (potential) sisters had insisted on heavily pregaming. 

 While the frat brothers were perfectly content to sitting and not making any sort of movement whatsoever in the name of looking cool , the girls on the other hand were having the time of their lives. 

 “Oh my fucking god, for the last time Ty Lee, I cannot join the grind train, I do not have mental stability to keep my balance and shake my ass at the same time,” Katara lightly chastises, shoving the drunk girl gently off of her. Ty Lee simply shrugs, and then continues to gyrate on the gaggle of girls. The music was pounding, everyone was sweating from the amount of unrestrained dancing happening, and Katara’s pretty sure some girl just bruised her pussy after accidentally smacking it (hard) on the bus’s stripper poles. Disco lights bathe the entirety of the vehicle, enveloped in the screams and squeals of Asian girls trying to twerk and scream along to lyrics at the same time. 

 It was pure fucking chaos. But so goddamn fun . The girls kept constantly grabbing her hips in an attempt to yike on her helpless ass, which Katara abruptly stopped by flicking off their hands. All to the tune of “The Box” by Roddy Rich. 

 “Let me hear everyone loud and clear! ‘Fuck 12!’” Katara screams to a crowd of bewildered frat brothers. 

 “Katara, no,” Zuko’s laughing too hard, the alcohol making him feel lightheaded. Heavy rap music permeated the walls of the bus, and he feels a headache building. But he feels a little better seeing Katara having fun, nearly choking to death after taking a hit from some brother’s joint. 

 “Don’t laugh, I don’t smoke that often!” She insists. 

 Zuko throws his arm over her shoulder, pulling her close to him. “If you die, at least it was in a party bus while Travis Scott was playing.” 

 “I’d rather die in an Acura!” Katara yelps, getting up in mock frustration. While Zuko is simply losing his mind at her attitude, she accidentally stumbles as the bus comes to an abrupt stop, and lands in Zuko’s lap. 

 She’s chortling, moving about to get up. Zuko tries his hardest not to let his heart pound impossibly loud. 

 After IDs were checked, and a Drake song was forcibly requested by the obnoxious group of frat brothers, the clubbing event was in full swing. Yet, it paled in comparison to the fun and chaotic energy of the party bus. Frat brothers were attempting to dance, Asian girls were trying their hardest to twerk. 

 Katara is doing her duty as the most sober one out of the bunch and pushes random guys away before they could grab at her sisters’ hips. “You know, God gives flat asses to his strongest soldiers,” she mumbles, lips dangerously close to his ear. They were sitting down in the private seating area near the dance floor, exhausted beyond belief and watching the sorority girls’ attempts at clapping what little cheeks they did have. 

 Ty Lee clumsily grabs at Katara, screaming about having to piss and call her ex. Her cue to save the day. She gives Zuko an apologetic look, and whispers “I’m gonna win” before grabbing Ty Lee’s hand. 

 While he’s checking on his Neko Atsume cats, Chan’s Pepto Bismal smelling self is sidling up to his side. “Bro, you should fuck her. She’s got amazing tits.” 

 Zuko smirks, before schooling his features. That was already an observation he made when he was 16. Nice try, fuckboy. Chan continues, not caring if Zuko responds to him. “Pound that pussy like rent is due tomorrow! You have to get at that big, fat, moose sized pussy at the Airbnb we’re headed to after this.”

  Ty Lee is blubbering, snot running freely down her face as though she was a 5 year old at Chuck E. Cheese realizing they didn’t have enough tickets to afford a beaded necklace. “Every time he goes down on me, it feels like my pussy’s getting colonized. Is that what love is supposed to feel like.” 

 Katara paused in rubbing her back. “Oh my god.” 

 Ty Lee grabs at Katara’s shoulders, toilet and unsteady stomach forgotten. “Please, for the sake of the female population. Fuck Zuko. We need to know if he’s packing that schmeat.”

 Katara gasps. “No fucking way, we’re just friends!” 

 The inebriated girl clutches Katara’s face in between her sweaty palms, lowering her voice in a volume she thinks counted as a whisper. It was more of a scream than anything else. “We always try to get the hottest rushees to fuck each other at the Airbnb. Then, you’ll definitely make it into Deltas. Because if anyone deserves to throw that neck back on Zuko, it’s you.” 

 “Well gee, thanks. I’m touched.” 

 //

 “Moan harder! Don’t sound like I’m forcing you to fuck me! This isn’t no 90 Day Fiance shit! I thought you were an actor. Where is the commitment to the craft? You sound like you’re a dying tractor. Do better!” Katara continues jumping on the bed, trying to emulate a good old fucking. Zuko breathes in, before an unrestrained groan comes from his lips. Katara’s cooch instantly quakes.

 Their shoes were off, at her insistence, sheets already strewn about to make it believable. She could hear the snickering behind the door she’s triple checked to make sure it was locked and unable to be seen through the keyhole, her thong shoved in front of it to ensure their privacy.  

 “Zuko, Zuko, Zuko!” she pants, makine her voice sound as fucked out as possible. “I can’t!” 

 He continues smacking his arm, trying his best to replicate the sound of cheeks being clapped. “Baby, yes you can. You’re taking me like a fucking champ.” 

 Katara almost couldn’t hold back her giggle. This was all so fucking ridiculous. Taken straight out of a Larry smut scene. But they had a job to finish, a lifestyle they needed to live out, a pact to win. She whines, he lets out a moan. They bite their fist before they lost their minds and ruined the scam. She could imagine the title to their terrible porn video: college girl takes BEC (big emo cock). 

 “So, so good!” Katara made sure to make her voice sound as strained as possible, jumping even harder on the mattress. Zuko is ashamed to say his dick twitched in his pants the slightest. “So goddamn big. I feel so full!” 

 “Thanks for thinking I have a big dick,” he mutters, before letting out another wanton cry. 

 “Please be quiet!” Her little faux whimpers are simply killing Zuko, a blush creeping on his neck. He may or may not be jerking off to a sound now burned in his memory. 

 “Ready for the grand finale?” Zuko’s bewildered, pausing in his erratic jumping on the mattress. Katara jumps as hard as she can three times, before landing a punch square into Zuko’s stomach. It’s unexpected, and he doubles over, wheezing and pathetically gasping for air. 

 “Baby, cum in me!” Katara mewls, a devious smile on her face. 

 Zuko frowns, rubbing at his sore stomach. “Really? You’re that invested in this role? You would hurt your bestest friend in this world?” 

 “Shut up! Let me bully you.”

 They leave the room, ensuring their hair looked as disheveled as possible, clothes put on backwards, and Katara’s lip gloss smeared across his face. It tasted like Starbursts and scams. 

 The pair were suddenly enveloped in violent cheers. Muscled frat brothers were taking their beefy arms and slapping Zuko’s chest in celebration. Zuko could see Katara blushing, acting bashful and even tucking a strand of hair behind her ear for emphasis. He rolls his eyes, and deftly decided his heart was indeed forever stolen by the bat shit crazy bitch. 

 “My man!” Chan howls, grabbing Zuko in a signature bro hug. “Any other Deltas you want to raw dog tonight?” 

 Zuko’s gaze was focused on Katara’s smiling face. “This dick belongs to one woman.” 

 //

 They sorority and fraternity wearily climbed back into the party bus in the wee hours of the morning, needing to make the trek back in time for classes. Everyone was to stop by the Psi Alpha Psi house to collect their stuff, and then make their way home. 

 Zuko’s nodding off, too tired to continue breathing when Katara pokes him expertly in the arm. “What?” 

 “We’re going to steal the house trophy when we get back.” 

 He gasps. “Not Beatrice.” 

 “Yes, Beatrice!” 

 “Why do you want a $9 dildo from Amazon anyways?” 

 Katara sighs. “I overheard them this morning. The Deltas and Psi Alpha Psi. They were running through photos of girls and guys that rushed that didn’t make it through the process. And they were so fucking mean , Zuko. Like I almost cried, and they didn’t even roast my ass. Like Co-Star level bullying. They don’t deserve Beatrice. We do.” 

 “So, bet’s off?” He cracks his knuckles in anticipation. She simply nods. 

 //

 “You bitch. You didn’t have to slam me so fucking hard!” Katara reprimands. Zuko silences her with a passionate kiss that has every emotion she could possibly feel tingling throughout her whole body. She’s pushed up against the fireplace, clutching the wall behind her as though finding something to grind her against Zuko’s fiery passion. They were simply mimicking the rest of the group coming back, girls pressed against the frat brothers, trying to make the most of their remaining high instead of heading to class. 

 They pause to take a breath of air, (they could hear Mai mock gagging in the back) before sending each other a secret nod. 

 “You feel that pucker in your asshole? You know shit’s about to get real,” Katara says in a low voice. 

 Zuko’s slamming her against the fireplace once more, this time Katara’s hand now finding contact with Beatrice herself. In a flash she’s shoving the phallic toy in her jacket, sprinting for the door. 

 Chan, eagle eyed as ever, and experienced in the art of recognizing dildo thievery, instantly shoves Ty Lee off his lap. “Don’t you dare take the fucking house trophy, bitch!” He barely finishes his sentence, before he’s shoved to the ground by an enthusiastic Zuko, who grabs Katara’s hand and breaks into a run. 

 They run, run, run until they reach Zuko’s apartment, collapsing on the patch of fake grass at the front of the building. He still has his hand intertwined with hers, her other hand having a vice like grip on the sex toy. 

 “You know what, I don’t care about making other friends. You’re all I need.” 

 “I know.” Katara can’t stop the smile from growing on her face. 

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[mrneighbourlove]

Burnt Heart: Ch 4. Boiling Point

Zizi nudged Grievous. She kept waiting for the girl to return and finally found her asleep in the barn with Slyvain and the other dragons. So, she covered her up with a blanket for the night and returned in the morning. She held a small tray of food, including her signature blueberry pancakes. "Grivy, wake up, it's time for breakfast."

“Ravatal Gel- oh.” Grievous froze, looking embarrassed at her alarmed swearing. “I did not realize it was you.”

"You have eggs, bacon, and blueberry pancakes." Zizi petted back Grivy's wild hair. "I figured you'd be hungry since you just poked at your food yesterday."

“You are all so touchy.” Grievous gripped her blanket close. “Good protein. Except these ‘pancakes’. Cakes are not good for health. If only berries were separate.”

"You'll eat it." Zizi poked her nose. "Carbs are good for you too. Gives you energy." She sat down beside of the girl. "Go ahead. Eat. I'm not leaving until you finish your plate. Then, you can come and meet the rest of my children."

"Ah, so you like the pancakes. I'll remember that and make more for you at some point." Zizi then raised an eyebrow. "Duel? My son?"

Grievous gave Zizi one of her trade mark serious stares, suddenly rushing to consume her food. It was like she never ate before. At the very least, Zizi could tell how excited she was by the movement of her tail. “Tastes good. Will give me energy for duel with Manaco today.”

"... you do realize this is not Dal culture, Grivy?" Zizi reminded the girl. "Manaco doesn't respond nicely to challenges. If you wish to 'fight' him, then a friendly spar is more than enough. Not a... pecking order."

“He said only an idiot would challenge him. Doesn’t seem too tough. And I despise people who name call someone’s intelligence. Only fitting I sweep him off his feet.”

"Well, he does have a point, my son is a very good fighter like his..." Zizi started to say 'father' but trailed off for a moment. "Instead of dueling him, how about just spar? See how he fights first?"

“No weapons? Fists and fire? Or just fists?”

"There's different kinds of sparring," Zizi told Grivy, counting them on her fingers. "Weapons, magic, hand-to-hand, and inter species combat. For example, if you want to learn the best way to fight against a Zora, you'd request a Zoran sparring partner."

“Your fish species yes?” Grievous seemed to know what a Zora was without skipping a beat, although never stepping in Hyrule until just yesterday. “Zizi. Why are you here? Why are you trying to daughter me?”

"Because I am a mother. And I am a Zemlja. We care for all." Zizi explained to Grivy. "And it seems like you don't have anyone to care for you right now. You're still a kid, and you need someone. So, I'll make sure you're okay."

“I’m a teenager, not a kid. And I suppose I don’t belong here with you. Don’t you know that?”

"You're a kid." Zizi ruffled her hair. "So? Lorleidians didn't belong here either. We belonged on Lorleidi, but our home was dying. Thanks to my sister's marriage to the king, we live here now. It doesn't matter where you think you belong, Grivy. It's about who you're with that cares for you."

“No. I don’t. I came here to conduct matters of business. I’ve clearly helped cutting a dagger within your family dynamic. Besides, I’d only bring you potential danger staying for long.” Grievous stood up, walking to bucket full of water to act as a mirror.

"Do you really think that we can't defend ourselves?" Zizi reminded her with a touch of teasing to her voice. "Recall who sucked you into the earth."

“Because perhaps I am a child... and I didn’t want to hurt you. Yet I have with my actions. So, I should leave before all your nonsense of family unity gets to me.” Carefully, the Waku applied her war paint to both sides of her face.

"It's not nonsense, sweetheart," Zizi gently halted the application of paint by holding Grivy's hand. "It's just... love. That's all."

Grievous sighed, clearly not getting anywhere. “What would be the point of your family meeting one of hundreds of half-siblings. Tell me that?”

"Fun. Food. Sparring. Laughing. Talking. Everyday life." Zizi shrugged. "But if they don't want to know us, that's okay too."

“Fine. Let me put on my paint and I’ll see you all outside. If your whole family isn’t waiting for me, then I’m going to take off.”

"What are you talking about? They're right there." Zizi gestured at the bottom of ladder leading up to the hayloft. All of the brothers and sisters were there, including Manaco, making sure to tell the younger ones to be on their best behavior. Keira, too, was bubbly as ever, and waved with a big grin. "They didn't want you feeling too lonely."

Grievous didn’t dare look down. Her tail was as stiff as a branch from the anticipation. “I see. Well, you can still wait. Painting is important to me.”

"I can paint!" Zalana, the youngest piped up from down below. "Lemme do it!"

"You can't even color inside the lines." Ahusaka shook his head. "And you want to do her war paint?"

"What's war paint?" Tana, Tala, and Tarsha asked in unison.

"It's makeup." Santika and Sakari harmonized.

"Ooo, let me paint your nails then!" Huyana volunteered.

"I'll do your hair!" Miku added. "And your fur!"

"Does she even like that shit?" Urboro groaned.

"Why don't you ask her first?" Keira told her younger sisters. "Never hurts to ask."

"You asked me if I thought your butt looked big in a skirt, and when I said yes, you punched me, that's a lie." Chatima told his sister.

"That's because you were being a jerk." Dasan poked his brother.

"You know better than that, she'll wipe the floor with you." Bodawa rolled his eyes.

Grievous took the noisy distraction as a form of mental training. She could focus hard on her makeup, as well as tune them out. Finally, she was done. With great detail she drew the white paint upon her face, with black lines giving her a scary image of an animal skull. She dunked her hair in the water to clean, followed by a dozen seconds to naturally warm her body to bring it to a frazzle poof. Not wanting to simply climb down the ladder, she stretched her limbs for minute. Once she felt her exorcises were done, she took a running jump off the barns second floor, flipping over the family. Landing on her feet, she turned to them, eyeing every last one. “I am Grievous.”

"Oof, I'm too old to go jumping around like that." Zizi climbed down the ladder. "Everyone, this is Grivy. I'll name mine from oldest to youngest. This is Manaco, Ahusaka, Keira, Urboro, Miku, Chatima, Huyana, Sakari and Satinka are twins, Dasan, and Tama, Tala, Tarsha are triplets, and then my youngest is Zalana. Everyone say hello and be nice."

“It’s Grievous. I’m serious about that.” The newest Waku didn’t know what to make of so many of her people being one big causal family. If anything, it was rather overwhelming. “Hello.”

"I'm sure it will take a bit to learn all of our names, so why don't you come with us today? We having dragon-back practice today." Keira suggested. "You can meet some of our dragons, see our home, and then later, we'll have a game of Magma Ball!"

“Which home?”

"Our home. This home." Ahusaka motioned to the giant house behind the barn. "What Mom took you in is her's and... uh... well, her private quarters." He was careful not to mention their father. "It's attached to our house, but that space is hers."

“I’m busy.” Grievous took a hand to her mouth, whistling for Sylvain to come to her.

"Doing what? Existing?" Urboro snerked. "Come on, drop the act and go hang out with us."

"We'll get ice cream!" Keira promised. "And you can try all the flavors."

"You think ice cream solves everything." Dasan remarked.

"Well... it doesn't hurt."

“I came her to get answers from our mutual father. That is all. I care not for your icy cream.” Her Wyvern bounded up to Grievous, purring its head for scratches. “I’m not here for a vacation. I- look. I’m grateful for a roof over my head for the night, but I did not come to know more brothers and sisters. I’m sure you have much on your mind about me. I cannot deny I’m curious about you too, but you are not my first priority.” With a small jump, Grievous got atop her saddle.

"So what? You're just going to bolt cause you're uncomfortable?"

"Urboro! That's not nice!"

"Hey, she's not being that friendly either."

"Pwease?" Zalana asked Grievous. "Just for a little while?"

“I’m leaving because you can’t give me answers about my heritage. You can’t absolve anger I feel. You are not my family. You have history I could never hope to share. I will return if I do wish to.” She spoke with unwavering condition, walking out into the open to ready take off.

"Young lady, you turn around right this instance!" Zizi spun the earth under Sylvain's feet to unsteady him for takeoff. "My children were nice enough to take time to come out here to get to know you. Not judge you, not blame you, nothing. You will give them a little of your time before you saunter off on some quest for answers. Kahli isn't going anywhere." She crossed her arms. "That means now."

"Mom, she doesn't have to---"

"Oh yes she will."

Sylvain acted wildly, roaring with fear as the ground spun him about. Grievous was patient with Zizi, but this snapped something in here. “You’re not my mother! And get your hands off my Wyvern! If you don’t stop scaring him, I’ll give your children something to be terrified of!”

"You know what? I'm trying my damnest to be nice to you." Zizi told Grivy with a loud scowl. "All you do is push me away, push all of us away. And you know what?" She threw up her hands. "I'm done trying. If you want to go tear into my lying, scheming, dog of a husband, then fucking go!!!"

As their mother tromped off, all of the siblings were wide eyed. None of them had ever heard their mother curse, much less display such... hatred of their father. For a moment, nothing was said. All of them looked at each other, confused and a touch afraid of their parents' crumbling relationship.

"She's right." Manaco shook his head. "Just go, Grievous. We're... we're tired of this."

“Good gods. I don’t know you people. Wow do you even care about me?” Grievous patted her Wyvern, taking off into the air. “Stop wallowing in your pity. Do something.”

"Let's just... how about we just go check on the dragons and spend the day together?" Keira suggested to her siblings. "It's been a long past couple of days."

"I couldn't agree more." Ahusaka nodded his head. "Let's go get ice cream too."

"You're not getting any of mine this time." Manaco snorted.

~

Kahli was currently at work in the plantation, going to clock in regardless that Zizi worked there as well. News hadn’t spread to his co-workers yet, but a few sensed he was off. The Waku simply dismissed it as a bad nights sleep. When he saw his tailed child walk through the glass doors, he sighed. “This is my place of work.”

“You owe me time old man.”

Kahli growled, and he saw Grievous take a fighting stance the moment he reached for a spade. Slowing his reach, he didn’t move away from his flower garden. “I need to move this solar plant. It can only bloom under direct sunlight. This isn’t a weapon.”

“I... I knew that.” Kahli didn’t need to confront her on her lie. Carefully caring for his plants, he ignored his daughter for a few minutes in deep silence. It was after her observation she broke it. “Why do you garden? Are you not a warrior? Or a general to Hyrule?”

“No. I am a simple man with simple needs. Gardening is my occupation. You learn to value and take care of the smallest of life.” With a place of his hand, the Waku man silently disintegrated a few weeds into ash. “And be able to remove the parasites found within.”

“But you are Hasai. Should you not want something more?”

“I had something more. I learned to be satisfied building my own garden, removing weeds to increase the value of my flowers.”

As for Zizi, she spent the rest of the day at her home. She tried to keep going about her day as usual. Normally, she'd be at work, but there were others there to run the plantations. Yet, she was not ready to face Kahli. She didn't want to talk to him, to see him, to even be breathing the same air as him. Zizi could not recall the last time she felt this angry. The bad thing was, she did not want to feel angry. She hated feeling this way. But... how could she ever forgive this secret? This betrayal? Her husband had nearly 700 more children out there. Zannah used her husband for the Empire's benefit---spirits, why couldn't Kahli just listen to her when she said Zannah was bad news?! After cleaning the house from top to bottom, she went to lay on the bed. She couldn't sleep. She just laid there... depressed.

Grievous shadowed Kahli for almost all day as her father worked. He didn’t say more then a sentence to her whenever she asked a question regarding his work. If others approached, she scared them off with a scowl. When he finally checked out, the man walked back to his house. Zizi’s house. He had food he needed to eat before it expired. The girl was surprised he would go back so soon. “What about what Manaco said?”

“I am not governed by the word of my son.”

Zizi sensed him. He was outside... with his other daughter. Proof of his betrayal. Curling her hand into a fist, a wall of thorns and poisonous plants covered the house from brick to brick. She wanted him to go away.

Kahli saw the vines rise up, and his patience waned. Zizi could ignore him, but he’d not have her deny him his entry to his home. Using his terrible power, with a touch, he turned her vines into bombs. With a light detonation, her plants turned into ash. He knew how much grief this caused, but she could ignore him in peace, or confront him in person. Grasping the front door, he glared at Grievous. “Stay outside.”

He wanted to play it that way, did he? Zizi then opened up the earth, the same that she had done with Grievous. It swallowed Kahli up to his hips and carried him backwards a good ways, then spat him out. Once more, the wall of prickly thorns and plants went up around the house, and barbs erupted all over the doors.

Kahli didn’t get nearly as far as anyone else did, burning through the earth to crawl out and plant his feet.  With a bolt of lightning, he fried the vines, burning them out of spite, but did not step closer to the house. It was a slower death for the plants, yet they to turned to dust. He was prepared for anything Zizi would throw, yet stood outside, leering their shared bedroom room, daring her to even just look him in the eye.

It seemed she was going to have to do this the hard way. Plants and earth were not the only thing she could manipulate now. Rocks started to shift out of the ground, blocking every entrance to the house. Then, just to add an extra sprinkle of spite, boulders emerged to circle around the home, acting as a barricade.

Kahli knew that he could blow up the rocks, but it would damage the integrity of his house with shrapnel. With no words, he walked back to Manaco’s.

‘Good. He was leaving’, Zizi thought. She was not ready to talk to him. At Manaco's house, he was painting the outside stucco which had scuff marks from fire.

Kahli considered his options as he returned to his son’s place of home. Honourable suicide one of them. He looked down at Manaco at his work. “I could have fixed that.”

"It's fine, it's just a little scuffed. You can pick up a brush though." Manaco had paint splattered on his clothes and skin. While he was great at training dragons, running a section of the plantation, and his fire magic, he was not exactly the... artistic one. "I'd like to get this done before nightfall."

“Of course.” Kahli felt it needed to be done sooner or later, passing his son a wrapped present in a box. “Happy Birthday.”

"... you know, I sort of forgot about my birthday with... everything going on." Manaco walked inside his house, gesturing for his dad to sit down while he opened his present. "I... talked with Mom. Just for a bit."

“What did she have to say?” The box is itself was a wonderful wood carving, with the contents inside being a card of love from both Kahli and Zizi. “The present itself is the box. For storage my son.”

"Always can use more storage. Definitely can put keepsakes in here. Thank you." Manaco then set the gift aside. "Mom is... hurt, for lack of better word. She feels like you chose Zannah over her, over your family. I know she understands the implication of the bond and a life debt, though... it's complicated, Dad." The young man rubbed the back of his neck. "I can see your point and I can see Mom's point. Didn't help the fact that Grivy told Mom that you got nearly 700 kids out there. Mom is in-between wanting to choke you and throttle Zannah. I've never seen her like this... this... this mad." He sighed. "I don't know what to do."

“You could castrate me...”

"Dad, please don't take the the wrong way, but... there's no way in hell I'm going anywhere near your balls." Manaco looked a bit disgusted. "And the thought of castration even makes me queasy. Look, I think the best thing to do is just... figure out a solution to this Zannah problem. Maybe if you can figure out a way to pay off the rest of the life debt with something other than," He cleared his throat. "Sperm, then that would be one problem out of the way. Talking to Mom might be... difficult. You need to give her a little more time to cool down."

“You want me to go to Zannah alone?”

"Not necessarily. Though, I don't think Mom should go." Manaco grimaced. "She might do something rash."

“Agreed. She’d be killed.”

"Mom? Or Zannah?" Manaco clasped his hands together. "Ever since Mom found out she was the earth sage... forest sage? Whatever the title, her power has gotten stronger. Maybe she really can drain plant life... or give it."

“Zannah is more than just fire. She has mastered the powers of a god.”

"You truly think a real deity wouldn't put Zannah in her place?"

“You trust your mothers legends too much. I won’t bring any of you with me to see her.”

"Mom has seen the deities before, you haven't. Aunt Zarazu has seen them. They all saw them at the defeat of Vul'kar." Manaco told his father. "I have faith in them because Mom does. I believe they're here to help us. After all, if they didn't want us to survive, they never would have blessed us with these abilities." He then said. "I'll look after Mom and my siblings while you go to talk to Zannah. Just... come back alive."

“No. What if she kills me for wishing to defy her?”

"Why would she do that when she obviously still has use for you?"

“What if she kills one of you to punish me for thinking against her...”

"It's not like we're going to go there anymore," Manaco remarked. "And if she tried to kill one of us, it'd mean war. We may not be royalty, but we are the queen's nieces and nephews. Aunt Zar would be pissed. Uncle Covarog would be pissed."

“... You’re right. I don’t want to leave without speaking to your mother first though.”

"... you want me to convince her to talk to you?"

“Yes.”

"... I'll try. I can't make any promises. Though I will say, it might be best to meet outside the house." Manaco suggested. "How about the tree house?"

“We can do that. First, I need you to deal with the girl following me around.”

"Grievous? You want me to do... what?" Manaco told his father. "I'm not going to kill her."

“Scare her. Beat her in a fight. She doesn’t belong here, to either side of the family. I hear that Zizi cursed her out. And she made workers at the plantation uncomfortable by glaring any that drew too close.”

"... very well. You know she'll lose, right?"

“I don’t really care about the outcome.”

"Hmph. You could show a little faith, I am a good fighter."

Kahli rewarded his son with a half-hearted grin. “I know my boy. I didn’t train a welp.”

Outside, Grievous was brushing the scales of Sylvain, getting a purr out of the Wyvern.

Manaco really did not like to fight unless he had to do so. Sparring was enjoyable, but fighitng for real? That was a pain. Stretching, the eldest son of Kahli and Zizi approached Grievous. "My father wishes for me to spar you. Do you still wish to do so?"

“You mean it?” It was the first time Manaco broke through her stoic personality. She seemed lightly excited, like being told the possibility of going to the park. “I would be honoured. Do you?”

"Let's make a little bet," Manaco offered. "I win, you do what I ask and respect my mother. You win, you get to saunter around and I get to sing your praises. Deal?" He offered his hand.

Grievous didn’t take it. Handshakes came for after a duel, not before. She didn’t know if Manaco would throw her to the ground. “I do respect your mother. She’s been kind to a stranger. That’s... not something anyone can do. I merely need answers she can’t give.”

"Still, you didn't have to push her away. She was only trying to help."

“I don’t... I don’t need distractions. You don’t need me giving you all a reminder of your new pain.”

"That's what you think? Did you even bother to ask of what we really thought?"

“Fine. You can tell me if you win.” Grievous walked to the open road, taking a stance.

Manaco waited until Grievous was in position. He cracked his knuckles. His hands were scarred from years of training. Despite being half Waku, sometimes, fire could get out of control if he was not careful.

Anticipate his movements. Those words ran through her mind. Grievous looked Manaco up and down. She wasn’t so foolish as to charge in blindly with aggression. His hands were scarred, possible weak knees. His shift forward gave her the idea he was. She made the bet that she would need to attack his upper body after a strike low. Trip him up, strike him in head.

The sun came down just the right angle, and the girl rushed forward to take him down in three moves.

Anticipate the moves, that's always what his father told him. A warrior's greatest strength was not speed or brute force, it was simply being able to know what the opponent was going to do before it was done. It was like time moved in slow motion. Manaco saw her aiming, watching the glance of her eyes. Trip. He jumped over her leg. Strike to the side of the head. He blocked that with his face. Sucker punch to the face to stun. He caught her fist with one hand and then with the other, Manaco grabbed her by the throat with brute force and slammed her into the ground, the back of her head slamming hard into the gravel. He held her there, and she would not be able to move.

"... yield." He breathed.

Grievous had complete surprise on her face. She patted the side of his arm to tap out. It took a long moment to catch her breath, and to focus her vision from her skull rattling. “I... I tried to anticipate your movements. You’re a-a-” Instead of speaking more, Grievous threw up her lunch to the side.

"Yeah, I know I'm fast---?!?!?" Manaco released her throat and jumped back when she threw up. "... are you sick or did I throw you too hard?"

“Hard. You-” Able to wobble to her hands and knees, Grievous threw up for a few more rounds. “Oh god. I haven’t been beat that hard, so quickly in a while. I’m sorry for my pathetic after performance.”

Manaco patted her back. Gently. "It's okay, it happens to everyone sometimes. You uh... need some water to rinse out your mouth?"

“Yes please.” Grievous gripped his hand gently. “You’re a magnificent brawler. I’m a strategist myself. Can you help me go home?” She paused, frazzled by her response. “I mean Zizi’s.”

"I cannot go back to the Kikai Empire---oh." Manaco realized what she meant. "Yeah, we can go there. I'm about to go there right now. Come on, there's a lemonade stand along the way, it will do better to get the yuck out of your mouth besides water."

“Is ice cream good for head aches? I want to apologize to Keira and family as a sign of peace.” Grievous sounded rather meek. She didn’t have the energy to be indifferent with her age.

"For headaches? Not sure about that. But ice cream is always good when you're feeling low." Manaco ordered Grievous a lemonade and handed it to her. "Sip slowly. Let it sit in your mouth. Then swallow."

Grievous slowly took her sip, almost purring at the taste. “It’s very good.”

Kahli from his window as they walked off together, disappointed by his actions in not scaring her. However, he didn’t know how else to approach the situation.

~

The walk back to Zizi’s house was a stumble, with Grievous still finding herself woozy. Manaco held buckets of different flavoured ice cream for the whole family to enjoy. Turns out they’d walk in on a family dinner.

"And then he laughed so hard that Lon-Lon milk squirted out his nose!"

"That's great, sweetie, but can we talk about a topic that doesn't involve boogers and milk?" Zizi was trying to get Zaltana to hold still so she could wipe her mouth.

"How did you do on your math test?"

"I passed!"

"I got all good marks on my dragon-back test."

"I'm still waiting on my letter from the vet academy."

"Uncle Corsaire said I could shadow him on his next trip to the Zoran Islands."

There was a load of conversation at the table until Manaco walked into the kitchen with their favored dessert.

"ICE CREAM!!!" All the kids cheered and started to get up until Zizi barked.

"NO! Dinner first. Dessert second."

"Awww, but Mom---"

"Don't 'but Mom' me, you're eating real food first."

“Ow. So loud.” Grievous hobbled over to the couch, her tail wiggling off the side. She didn’t want to intrude on the family dinner, but she felt the need to express need for some quiet.

"...? She's back?" Keira looked surprised. "I thought you left."

"She returned." Manaco shrugged his shoulders.

“Head hurts. Will stay for a while.” Grievous groaned, a massive migraine taking hold of her. All she could think about besides the pain was tactics on how to beat Manaco.

"...?" Everyone exchanged confused glances. "Okay? Uh... Mom?"

"Just let her rest for a bit. If she's hungry later, she can get a plate."

“I will try your cream made of ice Keira.” Grievous’ tail poked a blanket next to it, but she felt to frozen by her migraine to grab it.

"...? Really? Who are you and what have you done with Grivy?"

"Don't you mean 'Grumpy', Keira?"

"Shut it, Urboro."

Taking a small bowl of strawberry flavored ice cream to Grievous, she then tossed a blanket over the girl's body.

“You’re the hooligan who swears in front of her siblings. Certainly worse than being grumpy...” Grievous took a whiff of Urboro as she came close. Seemed she skipped out on a shower and preferred cologne for the moment. “...stinky.”

"Eat your ice cream and be nice." Keira shoved the spoon in Grievous' mouth.

“Your sister smells though.” Grievous took a bite of the ice cream, slowly rolling her tongue for the flavour. A whole new world opened up for her. “This is amazing! It’s so soft and fruity. I’ve never had anything like it!”

"Strawberry is my favorite." Keira then told her. "Only eat a bowl a day or else, your stomach will hate you for it."

"But it's made of strawberry. Strawberries are healthy."

"This has milk and sugar added to it. Milk? Okay. Lots of sugar? Stomach ache."

"Oh." Grievous chose to reflect on her impressions against the family. "I apologize for being so distant. You seem like a very close family."

The family didn’t seem to reply, at least, in Grievous’ mind. With her headache getting the best of her, and being comfy on the couch, she eased herself into a deep sleep.

~

Zizi loved her family, though every now and then, she'd visit the tree house for a moment to herself. There were a lot of memories in this place. Sometimes, if Skull Kid felt like it, he'd leave her a note to visit him there. He was always playing with one of her younger children or finding a way to be a nuisance in the palace. She wondered if it was possible to turn back time, to undo some of the past mistakes. Though, if she did undo some, where would she be today?

That night, Kahli waited for Zizi to leave the house and go to the treehouse as Manaco promised she would. It seemed that Grievous would be staying the night inside. Good. No distractions from what needed to be done. With great burden on his mind, he quietly made his way up the treehouse steps, knowing his wife was waiting at the little table set.

Zizi had brewed tea, like she always did. A second cup was waiting for Kahli. As he entered the tree house, she said nothing.

Kahli slowly took his seat, grasping the tea cup. Giving her a respectful bow of the head, he freely took a sip. For a few moments, silence filled the air between them. “The time for talk is now then?”

"Say what you need to say." Zizi told her husband. "I promised Manaco I would listen."

“The truth. And nothing but the truth.”

"Truth or not, there is and will always be pain."

“Of course. That is my life. I suppose I could only delay it for a while.” Kahli took another sip of tea, his hands calm and steady.

"... I want to know why."

“Manaco thinks that you believe that Zannah was something I could have avoided before our marriage. You forget, I became indebted to her before we ever met. By sparring my life, I was forced into a spiritual contract with her. The Emperor could ask me of anything bar breaking my physical bond to you.” Kahli set his tea down, gently heating it up by trailing his finger around the rim and applying body heat. “I never imagined at the time she’d ask me to play such a large-scale plan in resurrecting my tribe. There’s always been so many variables with that Zizi. I couldn’t, mentally or spiritually, stop myself from fulfilling the terms of her life debt. Our god wouldn’t allow it, so it is physiologically for all Hasai that carry the flame. I’ve also gone back and forth in not caring for the Waku. I saw them as merely clones, donations of myself. How could they be my children. Yet, there was a small flicker in me that was glad to know Zannah sought to see my people revived after genocide. Yes, she has them as part of her military, but that has been part of Hasai culture since the conception of the Empire eons ago. But the most painful part was the pain I knew this would bring you if... when revealed. I tried my best to keep this ugly truth from the beautiful light of our family. I didn’t want the Empire to have complete control over our children, so I complied instead of taking my life.”

"... I should have killed her all those years ago when she first kidnapped me." Zizi was trying to keep her emotions in check, but the tree was evidence that she was highly upset and angry. The wood kept shifting. Leaves keep whistling and moving. "I tried to do the right thing by her and her people and look where it got me."

“I can’t argue. You saved so many lives. Zannah in turn created many, and turned a society of violence against their fellow man into unity. She’s... I don’t think she’s ever seen any of us as friends. Family and her subjects well being...”

"She's using them as pawns. Chess pieces. It sickens me."

“I could judge Covarog similarly.” Kahli was quiet, defeated in his voice. “Any questions on your mind?”

"Covarog can be an asshole but he doesn't keep secrets from my sister." Zizi gave Kahli a hard stare. "Grievous mentioned something about Zannah making you swear not to tell me, but I still can't..." She set down her tea cup, trying to focus. "I still cannot, for the life of me, wrap my head around you thinking that all of this would never come to light."

“Per the life debt, Zannah can give mental commands as well. One was to never speak of the process. I had no choice but to obey. My soul was trapped by it.”

"... even if that is the case... you never wanted to tell me in the first place."

“I did. God, I did.” Kahli had so little energy in his voice. And a deep pain that echoed through every fibre of his body.

"How do you ever expect me to trust you again?" Zizi could not even look at him, and instead, stared at her cup. "Your debt isn't even over from what Grievous said. I know you will go running back to Zannah, whether you wish it or not. I thought... at one point in time that the life of an assassin, a warrior, you would leave it behind completely. I thought you did to stay here with me, with our family. But..." She gripped her cup tightly. "You're a Waku... a Hasai... and I daresay sometimes, they want to be a pawn of Zannah's."

It was Kahli’s turn to not look her in the eye. “When have I last killed someone as an assassin. When have I fought in a battle last? As for my debt, I don’t know what else to do. What can I do Zizi?”

"I don't know when was the last time you did such a thing. Zannah might have commanded you to do so, and you did not tell me. You might be keeping that from me too and who knows what else." Zizi stood from her seat. "Go finish your debt to Zannah."

“I haven’t gotten over the thousand mark yet. What about our children Zizi? What about this family? Everything I’ve done, in both pride and shame, I’ve done for all of us.”

"If there was a way to get out of this debt to Zannah, wouldn't you have tried long ago?" Zizi scoffed. "Kahli, you're missing my point. How in the name of the heavens above do you ever expect me to trust you after this?"

“If I begged, she could simply silence me with a word. I alone can’t challenge her whim. My soul might be Zannah’s for now... but my loyalty and love are for you.”

"Loyalty and love go hand in hand with trust, Kahli." Zizi could barely even look at her husband. She felt sick. The Zemlja wanted to scream at him, she wanted to hurt him as much as he hurt her. She hated feeling this way. Zemljas were supposed to be peaceful, benevolent, keepers of the earth. She felt far from peaceful and eons from benevolent. "I want to forgive you, and I want to forget but... there is evidence in my home right now, sleeping beside of my children, of this whole fucked up situation." She took a sharp inhale. "And that poor girl deserves none of the blame. All she wants is some answers, and someone to tell her she's more than just another soldier under Zannah's thumb. But you?" Zizi shook her head. "All these years we've been together, I've never doubted you until now. I don't know if that doubt will ever go away. I don't know if I will ever be able to trust you again. As for Zannah," She gritted her teeth. "I will make her pay for betraying my trust. I thought she was my friend, our friend... and once again, I was blindsided."

“No!” Kahli’s tea shook with his voice. “Be angry with me. Blindly maim me as much as you like, but I will not endanger our children’s lives because you want to seek revenge against Zannah. Do you want war Zizi? Do you want our children to experience it?”

"You honestly think I'm dimwitted? I will not attack her in front of the Empire's citizens', Kahli, nor will I cause war between her and my sister." Zizi figured her husband would know better than that. "I am patient. I am clever. I will find a way to make her hurt without her ever knowing it was me."

“Don’t be a fool Zizi. Don’t seek vengeance.” Kahli shook his head, not knowing how to heal this. “What can I accomplish by going to Zannah now alone? Tell me.”

"Fool? You honestly think I cannot win against her, in any way, do you? She thinks she's untouchable, dares to say she's some sort of deity, and I will show her that she's just as vulnerable as the rest of us. Maybe not now. Maybe not tomorrow. But soon. I am a patient woman." Zizi then threw her hands up. "And what makes you think I have a damn clue what you should do? For all I care right now, you can go there and stay there until the debt is up." She walked toward the ladder. "I'm going to take care of my children and the newest addition to the family. You figure out a solution."

Kahli stood in the way of the doorway. “Zizi. This is my family too. Those are our children. How long can you keep me from them? I want to hold the triplets. I want to laugh at our sons jokes. We’re a family. I won’t be able to go on without you.”

"You can see your children anytime, Kahli." Zizi corrected him, trying to go around him, but he was being stubborn. "I won't keep them from you. You can hold the triplets, laugh at jokes, whatever you wish. But concerning me? What I need is time. Right now, I want nothing more than to scream at you, and to hurt you like you've hurt me. And I hate feeling that way. I don't like violence; I don't want to be violent." She then snapped; every moment close to him disgusting her. "Get out of my way!"

“Then I’m going to go sleep in my own bed.”

"The hell you are, you're not sleeping beside of me!"

“Then you don’t need to sleep in that bed.” Kahli made his way out the tree fort first.

"You're not staying in my house, you're going to Manaco's!" Zizi was out of the tree house and on the ground with the help of the huge branches. "I don't want you near me, I don't want to see you, I don't want to hear you! I don't care if you want to see the kids, but you're doing so elsewhere."

“I built that house. I built that bed. So how about this.” Kahli turned to Zizi, pointing a sharp finger at her nose. “I get one more final night in the comfort of my own bed. Then, in the afternoon, I leave for the Empire. I will confront Zannah, and I will find a way to pay off my debt, or die trying. Perhaps I can restore some honour I tainted between us with a worthy death trying. You have sisters you can go see for the night. You, the one who broke my ribs and STRUCK ME CAN GO!!! You nearly KILLED ME!!! I’ve never hit you or the kids all my life. I tried my best given a bad hand, so you will give me this one thing Zizi!” Kahli shouted at her, his fury at himself, a little towards his wife, and the world surfacing. “You can come back in the morning, and perhaps, if you’re wishes are strong enough, I’ll be dead by tomorrow night!”

"YOU DESERVED IT, YOU TRAITOR!!!" Zizi screamed back at him, a flash of green emitting from her skin. Thorns were sprouting once more and some plants even started to wilt. "You know what?! Fine! Go enjoy one last night in that house. You can take care of the kids, you can take care of the chores, and you can go kiss Zannah's green ass because spirits knows, you rather be at your be serving your precious Empire rather than here! I'm fucking tired of your excuses! That's all I've heard, not you owning up to your mistakes! Blame it on whatever life debt or god or reason you want to, I will never trust you again! And you can bet that I will find a way to make that bitch pay! Whether you think it's foolish or not, spirits as my witness, I will make her world crumble just like mine has!" She used her magic to call forth some vines before using snark, saying, "Dead? You're the fool, Kahli, Zannah won't kill you. She still needs you for a debt, remember?"

Then, the vines carried her away from the greenhouse, away from Kahli, and not toward the castle, but toward the forest... if anyone would tolerate her presence without questions, it would be Skull Kid.

The Waki glared off into the darkness his wife vanished into. He deserved to be maimed? He was a traitor to his family? Nonsense. Did he deserve to be cast out? Perhaps? But to be nearly killed? What example did that set for the children? Tired, Kahli arrived back at his home, the moon covered by clouds tonight to mask his entrance. It seemed all his children were fast asleep. Tomorrow was a weekend, so no school for them. That would give him some time to speak to them if they wished. After scrounging around for some leftover food, the man went straight to the comfort of his bed. This night turned out to be nothing but hell for his mind.

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Previous Ch. https://mrneighbourlove.tumblr.com/post/611455983362949120/burnt-heart-ch-3-breach-of-trust

Next Ch. https://mrneighbourlove.tumblr.com/post/612492318747082752/burnt-heart-ch-5-reflection

Crossover with @ridersoftheapocalypse. In the ATOTR expanded universe with work from @figmentforms and @s-kinnaly.

[theundergrounddrabbles]

Miku

Miku was excited upon her eighteenth birthday as she had gotten clothes and a special piece of underwear from her friends. The first time she felt it, it driven her wild with excitement.

The next piece was even exotic for her as her chest had grown massive to a proportion which she didn’t expect and grew conscious of it. The habit grew to the point of leaving the house without a bra to do errands and the people would note her lack of a piece when she got moody.

Seeing them peek out from the material was a sight yet even before her birthday, she had grown to accept her body and wore revealing clothing that would attract attention. Even at times when she couldn’t make the bathroom, she had parted with her underwear and let her part air dry on the way home.

It drove her wild to do so. Even with the people around her not suspecting her lower half sans panties she grew conscious of her inner desire, to expose herself further.

She had her occasions of people touching her butt yet it was normal until she had gotten off. The night had come from school and off to another friend’s house for studying. Still in her school uniform, she scanned the passengers. Stepping onto the bus was a few men in the back as she proceeded there taking the empty seat within the circle.

Miku took out her phone when she saw a man sat next to her.

“It’s pretty late for a juvenile...” he muttered.

“I’m old enough.” She growled.

“You have a nice chest.” He smiled.

Noting his breath, she smirked back, “Your wife must be nice as well.”

“She flat like a washboard. Even with two children, she got fat but no boost onto her chest.” He scoffed. “Children these days have gotten bigger.”

“Really? You look at children’s boobs.” Miku spat when his smile grew bigger.

“I guess. My little one grows wild over them.” He snickered. “You saying you of age makes it even better.”

His arm draped over her shoulder. Miku felt his warmth grow as her eyes went to the groin as she saw it poke through the pants.

“I hope your children don’t know about your perverse thoughts.” Miku warned.

“I had my times with my daughter and she doesn’t know that I have been using her panties as a help when I have to run one out. She isn’t going to grow too much now and my wife... she has stopped feeling for me for a while now.” He revealed with his hand cupping her breast.

“That’s not right.” Miku moaned.

“You are rather odd yourself without a bra. As for my daughter, she is different and now I watch her sometimes and wished she was my wife.” He laughed. “She had some gift and I saw it before my wife and wondered if she ever used it.”

“Sir... you can stop groping.” She moaned.

“It’s just a start.”

His words brought the bus to a stop when the other men closed around the seat. She lowered her phone when she inhaled the scent and pushed herself to the window with the driver outside on his phone.

“You’re ours for the night.” He howled.

“You’ve been grabbing her boobs, I want to have some.” The other guy growled.

Five in total were surrounding her. She knew the trouble was there yet it triggered her goal when she felt the firm grab behind her.

“She’s rather bold going with no bra and her breasts are soft.” The guy moaned. “My wife got saggy after the first child.”

“My wife shut down after children. She was a screamer so she insisted on no sex only to realize she had been masturbating in the toilet.” One of them roared. “Young pussy is the best.”

Sensing the emotion of them, Miku took a deep breath and pulled the hands off. She lowered her eyes and lifted up her shirt. The men glared upon the milky bosom before lowering them. She held up her hands and pushed the man back.

“I don’t want anymore trouble. I’m not a virgin and if we continue... I can handle you guys but no anal.” She established her rules when she stood on the floor and removed her shirt. “You take your pants down.”

“Do you want raw?” The guy asked. “We want to stay protected.”

“I rather have protection.” She spat. “I said lower them.”

He dropped his pants and his underwear to the glory as she quickly rounded the tip with her lips. She consumed the member like a lollipop as the other men admired her work as they slowly surrounded her with their pricks and turned to them to taste their flavor.

One massaged her breasts as she continued to move her head back and forth to each of them to their desired length. Miku saw most were well undersized to her partner’s item when she lost her virginity when she turned to one and slobbered over it to place it between her breasts.

“They feel like clouds.”

He burst like a bubble with the white stuff spraying her face and chest. The other four smirked when she was taken to the last row of seats as the man who was by her had lined up to insert his member. He moved the material to the side and slid it in.

The size made her groan. The last time was the only time she had felt a human in her as she started his thrusts as one took to her mouth. She eyed the other two with their hands upon their pricks. One more had joined for her hand as she stroked the wet item in her hand.

“Lotion?” The guy asked.

“If you do that, I’ll go quick.” The other guy moaned.

“She’s going to make me come soon with her mouth.” The third guy winced. “No!”

The shot sprayed upon her face like a water hose. The hot goo dripped from her face as she was turned onto her fours. The next guy came under her as he felt her breasts pressed up to his member.

Miku moaned out often as she saw the third guy still stroking when she felt a withdrawal and the largest of the rest came from behind and planted into her love hole. He removed the item from her body and hiked the skirt. The girth made her howl and his pace quickened.

“You have a nice procedure.” The guy growled.

“Thanks.” Miku smirked when the load came onto her chest.

The last guy was the one by her at the start when the one behind her swung her around and discharged his love juice onto her forehead, pasting her hair back. She stood up and removing the lower piece, her back was pressed up the pole. Her legs were lifted up and the item slid back inside as he moved his hips.

“You are good.” He groaned. “The area is tight.”

“I practice.” She muttered.

“Practice? Like sucking off men?” He exhaled.

“Toys like your daughter.” Miku moaned.

“I want to... she’s rather moody and complains a lot. I’m a bit curious if she lost her virginity or not.” He uttered when he felt the pain and placed her onto the seat.

The load came swiftly and pasted her face. The sound of the engine came on and Miku wiped her face with her shirt as the journey continued.

“Where are you going?” The guy asked, pulling up his pants.

“To my friend’s house. It is my first time there.” Miku smiled back.

“What is your friend’s name?” He pondered.

“Miko.” She muttered.

As they approached the stop, the two got off and Miku followed the man as they arrived.

“Miko? That’s my daughter’s name. She goes to the college where you got on.” He sighed.

“Nakamura?” Miku spat.

“Yes.”

“Well your daughter can have something on you.” Miku leered.

“Here’s ten thousand and have fun with her.” He sighed.

“Miko is a good girl. Still not broken, unless with me.” Miku elaborated as he introduced her inside the house for her daughter.

She pursed her lips about it but for Miko, it was another study night for anatomy.

[stimboardsforkin]

Kaito stimboard with lots of blue and some slime for anon!! - Mod Komaeda ★ ★ ★ | ★ ★ ★ | ★ ★ ★

[meiluka-enthusiast]

Curtain Call part 6

Sunday, November 4th, 20XX

-Meiko-

One day. One more day and I'll be a whole year older.

The thought hits me as I open my eyes in the morning. I sigh and look at Oliver and Luka lying next to me, Oliver snuggled up and lying on some of Luka's hair. The floor creaks as I slip off the fold-out couch and walk into the kitchen area for a glass of water.

I don't want to grow older. Maybe it's because every year I'll be closer to dying, or maybe it's because I'll lose the freedom of being younger. Or maybe I just want to die sooner, before I age too much. I don't know.

I sit on the counter, then close my eyes. Something comes to mind.

----flashback----

It's November 5th, 14 years ago. I wake up to see a cage, and my father sitting in front of me. Off to the side is another cage, where my friend Luka lies.

"W-What are you doing..?!" I ask him.

"I'm giving the two of you to a good friend of mine. But first, I'd like to give you a birthday present." He unlocks the cage and pulls me out by the arm. Smirking, his hands begin to take my nightgown off...

I scream. He smiles even more and ties my hands behind my back, then pushes me into the cage. I curl up, trying to hold my body from him...

He takes off his clothes and pulls me back out, ready to give me his 'present'. I couldn't do anything about it, even when the other man did it...

---end flashback---

I open my eyes to see Luka in front of me, her blue eyes full of concern. It's then that I feel the tears streaming down my cheeks.

I hate the fifth of November.

Grabbing onto her arms, I pull myself off the counter and hug her as tightly as I can, crying as quietly as possible. She knows what I was thinking about...she knows because she saw it happen. I saw it happen to her. Every day, every single day...he would...he would take us...

"Meiko, it's okay."

Her soft voice wraps around me like a blanket. Her arms are wrapped around me, keeping me safe...

I let go of her and sink down to my knees, and she does the same. Her soft hands brush the tears out of my eyes, and her blue orbs meet my brown ones.

"We're safe here. Asuka and Hinata won't let anything happen to us," she whispers.

I nod, and we both stand up. The two of us lie back down on the fold-out couch, with Oliver snuggled between us. When I close my eyes, another image comes to mind...

--flashback--

I walk into a large building, a man who looks like a security guard leading me. He walks into an office and the first thing I see is Luka, sitting calmly in a chair with a cup of tea. The man leaves and I see the entire office.

A woman with blond hair in a side bun is sitting at a table, and Luka is sitting across from her. In the center of the table is a teapot and a single teacup.

"Why don't you have a seat?" The woman gives me a smile, and I sit down in the chair next to Luka's.

The rest of that day goes by in a blur. At the end of it, I'm sitting at a small table on the floor with five other people: Luka, a girl named SeeU, and three boys named Kaito, Gakupo, and Piko. We all share something similar- scars from the past that we can't forget. But we're going to work together in the music industry.

At the end of the day, Luka and I sit under the table together. I feel my eyelids getting heavy and curl up closer to her, my arm wrapped around her shoulder. Our noses are almost touching, and I feel a blush spread across my cheeks.

That was our first night in Curtain Call.

---end flashback---

"Meiko-nee..." Oliver's poking me gently. "It's time to get up."

I chuckle at him and sit up, looking around the room. Luka's pouring a bowl of cereal for herself, and the others are sitting in a circle on the floor. Some with cereal, some with toast. One with Pop-Tarts.

With a sigh, I get up and go for Pop-Tarts. I take the two pastries out of their wrapper and put them in the toaster, then wait for them to be ready. My blue-and-white striped pajamas feel a bit loose on me, but I don't mind...it makes them a bit more airy when the room I'm sleeping in is hot.

The toaster dings. I get my poptarts and join the others in the circle, listening to them talk about random shit.

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"SeeU, hurry up! It's almost time!" Asuka calls to her. The rest of us are in position onstage, behind the frontmost curtain, ready to perform. We've all been made up and dressed up, preparing to sing for our audience. SeeU runs into place and I take a quick look at the others.

"Don't forget your special act. Use your facade." Hinata smiles at us, and he and Asuka run backstage as the curtain begins to come up. I feel a rush of adrenaline as the spotlights hit us, and a roar goes up from the crowd.

Our music begins to play. I stay tense with the others for a few moments more, and then...I begin to sing. My body moves to the beat, spinning and taking control of the music. Instead of blood, the sounds run through my veins, keeping me moving. I love the natural high of the performance- music, my voice, the voices of anyone else who is singing...the dance steps, the cheers of the crowd. It's more than just singing for a living, it's the fun of joy and sharing what you can do with your voice.

The song is over in what seems like a moment, and the majority of us go backstage. Each of us has an individual song to sing, and it's enjoyable to watch. I'm sure it's terrifying, being alone onstage, afraid the audience will disapprove...

I've memorized which songs everyone sings. Piko will sing 'Remember', SeeU (who doesn't have many songs) will sing 'I=Fantasy', Gakupo will sing 'Paranoid Doll'...I think Kaito's going to perform 'Ai no Uta', which is a cover of a song by Hatsune Miku, the most popular Vocaloid out there. Luka's job is to sing 'Double Lariat', and I will be performing 'Mirror'. I enjoy the song a lot, it has a powerful sound to it...

Soon enough, it is my turn to sing. I pull my black jeans up a bit more and walk into the spotlight, extending my right arm to the side and closing my eyes. The red sleeveless jacket I am wearing contrasts with my black shirt, a perfect kind of combination...

The music begins and I lose myself in the sound.

[seven--secrets]

Sunken Treasure || Chapter 2 Body Discovery

It was the third afternoon, and a shrill, but short shriek bounced off of the wood within the first floor. Not long after, an uneven thunk thunk thunk of someone running across the floor with a loss of balance gave percussion to the previous uncomfortable silence that had followed. 

One frazzled android, freshly running mascara over her face, poked her head into the cafeteria, greeting the small crowd present with a rushed half-bow.

“P-Pool… The pool, augh, I–” She fussed with her pigtails, scruffling them in place of where one would run fingers through their own hair. Calming her breathing down, she followed-up her previously vague commentary with something a little more coherent. “In... the pool. U-Um... There’s a... Y-You know, so... C-Can you please get everyone? Chioko and G.B. a-are already helping, and I—” She cut herself off, covering her face with one hand before ducking back out into the hallway.

And Miku waited for the crowd near the entrance to the auditorium, shivering as if she’d been held in the freezer moments before. She’d pulled herself together enough to be no longer crying, at the very least, putting on the best brave face she could. One or two of the canteen’s group did split off to gather the others, while Miku led the rest into the Indoor Pool like ducks in a row.

Splash!

As you enter the pool area, you catch sight of an absolutely massive hound diving into the water. A grey and white Newfoundland dog the size of a horse cuts through the surface like a hot knife through butter, on his journey to collect the body at the bottom of the pool, a body that none of you want to acknowledge. But, it’s there nonetheless.

The dimwitted, doglike delivery driver had always been trying his best. From the moment Kenta set foot in the dorms, from the first smile he sent your way, he had always been trying to help everyone. Doubly so after Miyu’s death, when the reality that his classmates, his friends, might actually die here set in. Kenta cast himself aside, dedicating everything to the rest of you. But now there was none of him left to give, no smile to reassure you, his body sunken pitifully at the bottom of the leisure pool. He couldn’t help anyone. Not anymore.

The grieving beast nudges the body a few times with his nose before sinking his teeth into the waistband of Kenta’s orange swim trunks. With nowhere else to grab hold properly, he has to haul the boy to the surface using them as his only grip. Thanks to his massive size and the lack of weight under the waves, the dog is able to pull him to the surface. A pathetic whine escapes him as he reaches the edge of the pool, being unable to properly push the boy up.

With a heavy groan, Chioko hauls the waterlogged boy up onto the hard floor of the pool area, before dropping to her knees by his side. There was very little medical knowledge in her head, but she knew enough to check for breath. Breath that did not exist. Within here there is sadness, and exhaustion. Things that manifest in her simply kneeling there for a moment quietly. She has seen dead bodies before. Everyone here has now.

After kneeling there for what felt like two hours and two seconds, Chioko stood up. Others needed to investigate him. Smarter people. She would do what she could herself and move over to the distressed Miku, telling her, “I’m here,” before giving her a comforting hug as people file in.

As the reality of the situation sinks in, you hear it in the corner of your mind. Malicious laughter, coarse and condescending, belonging to the three yume no seirei as they appear above the pool. Their job now finished, they disappear into the three o’clock shadows, cackling all the while.

You could finally sleep peacefully again... But was it worth it?

KENTA KOWATA HAS BEEN SACRIFICED