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jacksdinonuggets · 2 months

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~Fight Nights~

Y'ALL I HAD AN IDEA AND I WROTE IT.

Summary: Vaggie has a fight with Charlie and needs comfort. However, the only other person she can run to is Carmilla

Vaggie stormed out of the hotel, angry, and on the brink of tears. She and Charlie had just gotten into a fight. They didn’t fight often so it really affected them when they did. The reason that they fought? Vaggie was suppressing her negative emotions again, therefore keeping a secret. This made Charlie pretty upset since she wanted them to have a mutual relationship and not just one protector. However, Vaggie viewed herself as someone who couldn’t show weakness so she got pretty worked up when Charlie confronted her about it. She didn’t mean to turn it into an argument. It just sort of happened.

Anyways, she just really needed comfort from someone and the only other person she could really go to was carmilla. She had been taking fighting lessons once a week with her and sometimes, she would even teach a little bit of ballet so she could learn to dance-fight. At first, they would just go back and forth with returning weapons and paying some loans and business stuff but then they started to get a bit personal. Sometimes, if Vaggie was having a bad day, Carmilla would invite her into her office and they would talk about whatever was bothering her before they practiced.

So, still slightly pissed and more emotional than ever, she walked to her warehouse that was also just her normal house. She knocked on the big metal doors, hanging her head low. Now was not the time to cry.

The doors opened after a couple of seconds and Carmilla greeted her at the door.

“Vaggie, what brings you here? It is not our normal practice day,” She questioned as she urged the girl inside.

“I just-... I needed someplace safe to cool down. Me and Charlie had a fight,” Vaggie explained. Talking had never seemed as hard as it did at that moment. It felt like with every word she was about to break down into tears. Usually, if she was feeling like this, she would go to Charlie and the two would cuddle, spend time together, or have little time. But she couldn’t because she felt wrong for having to want comfort from the person she just fought with. It would be awkward and strange.

Carmilla sighed, “How about you meet me in my office and i’ll bring up a cup of tea. Then you can tell me all about it, ‘kay?” Vaggie nodded and started walking up the stairs. She passed the big doors that lead into the main house area and went towards the office.

As Vaggie was waiting, she could feel her headspace teetering. It was a weird feeling to want to be taken care of and comforted by basically a stranger. But somehow she grew sort of attached to her.

When Carmilla returned, she had two cups of tea in her hand. She gave one to Vaggie, who was sitting on the couch. She nodded a thank you and took a sip. Carmilla sat next to her and put her’s on the coffee table.

“Alright, why don’t you tell me what’s going on?” she prompted. Vaggie took a deep breath and began.

“Charlie had begun to notice that i was hiding my vulnerable emotions and lying whenever she would ask if i was okay. I get overwhelmed easily but I would say i was fine whenever someone would ask, just to not be seen as weak. Well, she noticed and confronted me about it. We got into this huge fight and she brought up how i haven’t regressed-” Shit, she can’t tell her that. That’s too personal. Plus, what if she thinks its weird? “Uh- I mean used this one coping mechanism in a month or two and that i was repressing it,” wow, great save there.

“Anyways, she hit a few nerves that I know she probably regrets. I said a few things I’m not proud of, but it still hurts. Its like, I really want a hug but I can’t get it because she’s the only one I have who can comfort and love me!” Vaggie spiraled. At this point, she didn’t even care that she was talking to a dangerous overlord. She just needed to rant. And rant she did.

“Would it make you feel better if I gave you a hug?” Carmilla offered. She saw how Vaggie looked as though she desperately needed one. It was like looking at a small panicking child. You just needed to help them. In a way, Vaggie reminded her of her daughters. And Carmilla reminded Vaggie of a mother in a way. Not like she’s ever known hers, being a heavenborn orphan whose only family consisted of exorcists who bullied her.

Vaggie nodded. Carmilla wrapped her arms around the small, short girl and gave a reassuring squeeze. Vaggie had never wanted to cry more than did right now. It was overwhelming. But not exactly in a bad way. She felt this strange, clingy emotion towards her.

Carmilla was about to pull away but she felt something stopping her. Vaggie’s arms were gripping her waist like her life depended on it and she could feel something wet on her collarbone where Vaggie had her head. She hadn’t even noticed the girl start crying. But nonetheless, she rubbed her back and comforted her, just like she would with her daughters.

“Shh, it's okay, I’ve got you,” she whispered in a soothing motherly tone, the one she never uses with strangers or in combat.

Vaggie’s headspace dipped so far when those words were spoken. She felt so small, like a toddler in Carmilla’s big embrace.

“Mama..” Vaggie mumbled into her chest. It was very muffled and quiet though.

Carmilla noticed the words spoken from vaggie and knew that the girl’s headspace had dropped. She wasn’t stupid. She knew what regression was.

“Mama’s here, sweetie,” she gently told her.

The two hugged for what seemed to be 5 minutes until Vaggie calmed down. She didn’t want to let go though. It felt so good to feel loved.

“It seems like it’s past your bedtime, little one,” she said when they pulled apart. Vaggie pouted but was noticeably tired. It was about 9:30 and her little brain could only stay up so late.

“Come on, I’ve got a spare room you can use.” she stood up and signalled for her to follow her. However, she Vaggie was having some trouble standing. She kept falling over. Having one eye and being small didn’t mix well for balance.

Carmila bent over and picked her up. She held her by her hip as she carried her out of the office, their tea forgotten. She walked towards the big doors that led to the main house area. When she opened the doors, Clara and Odette were sitting in the living room on the couch. They looked up to see their mother carrying the princesses girlfriend? It confused them but Carmilla mouthed ‘I’ll explain later’.

When they approached the guest room, Carmilla was able to hold Vaggie with one hand for about a second to open the door. They didn’t have any spare pajamas so Vaggie would have to sleep in her current clothes. They didn’t seem too uncoomfortable though.

Carmila laid her down in the bed and pulled the covers over her, tucking her in.

“Wha’ bout Char-Char?” Vaggie rubbed her eyes. The big kid in her knew that Charlie would be expecting her to be home in about an hour and would definitely begin freaking out if she wasn’t home by then.

“I’ll let her know you’re staying the night,” Carmilla said in a hushed voice, “For now, its ni-ni,”

Once she was done tucking her in she turned off the lights and left, but not before cracking the door just in case Vaggie needed anything during the night. Then, she went back downstairs to explain the situation to her daughters. They seemed pretty okay with it and promised not to spread it, as Carmilla knew it was something she’d probably like to keep a secret. In the end, Carmila never expected to be the mother of three, yet here she was.

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lolaandthens0me · 7 months

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Hey Lola! I love your posts and content! I gotta ask this: What has your Poly Journey looked like for you, and is there anything that I should be mindful of within my own journey?

Salutations Anon! And thank you for the kind words.

Wow, what a fantastic question! It has been quite the journey filled with much love, some heartache, an abundance of patience and growth, and real hard work in self-awareness and compassion...along with more than a smattering of fun, fuckery, and so.much.travel.

My journey began with a quiet aching within my heart and unsettledness within my gut. I think I've always known that I was polyamorous and bisexual, but I've not always had the vocabulary to express that. I am a being with an extraordinary capacity to love, and although I had so much love within my marriage (and still share with my ex), my heart was calling for more. There came a time where I felt that if I didn't make a change, the real person I was inside was going to be gone forever. The part that makes me Lola. I believe that I was put on this Earth to love, to share my body, and to share my heart and empathy in order to help others learn how to heal and love themselves.

The first step was to learn how to communicate honestly, even if it meant hurting someone I loved. I read books and blogs about how to be an active communicator instead of a passive one. And then I practiced. I surrounded myself with wonderful friends who listened, pushed me to speak my truth, and helped me figure out just what is was that I felt I was missing, I was being called to pursue, and they supported me, every step of the way, in who I was becoming.

Then I had to learn how to ask for what I want. This is a lesson that I continue to relay to all of my friends and partners. I have learned how to compassionately, but confidently and with kindness, ask specifically for what I want. One way that I continue to do this is by being very upfront about who I am and what kind of life/relationships I want with any potential play partner/kinky friend/partner...the people that I want to be my whole, true, unedited self with.

I also had to do the hard thing. After months and months of therapy, couple's therapy, open, honest conversations, time spent alone and together, trials of compromise and an open relationship to a degree - I had to say that I wanted to separate. I was married for almost 15 years at this point. That was one of the hardest days of my life. But I felt caged, frail, like the color was being completely drained from me. They say that it takes a good 2 years after a separation/dissolution/divorce to get your life back to something normal again. I have not quite made it to that mark yet...but I believe that's true. My ex and I chose to rewrite a new chapter for our relationship, to write our own book, to remain friends and in each other's lives...and wow, has that been hard. But I am so fucking grateful and happy that we've done that work. And we are in a wholly different, beautiful place.

Now for the fun, but also tricky part...I began forming new relationships. I think I've always known that I would be someone who would want and thrive with a Primary partner. I was lucky, my Primary partner, RY, was a friend first, and grew very organically and beautifully into more than that. We both made a promise to each other very early on that we would keep checking in and evaluating the health of ourselves, our processes of getting over a breakup, and the state and wellbeing of our relationship as it blossomed and grew into what it is today. As long as we were both still growing individually and encouraging each other into happy and healthy people, then we would continue growing our relationship. We communicate openly and honestly about everything, we have been patient in allowing one another the space to mourn the loss of our marriages with empathy, and we have taken our time to rebuild ourselves, bringing our best selves to each other. It worked out that he also was looking to explore polyamory. We're both still new at this, but we talk about and work through every growing pain along the way.

Then along came my other partner. She and I had a connection right away. Our close friendship naturally grew into something more. She and my primary partner were also friends, and honestly, I think that really helps. It is just amazing to see the two of them talk and laugh and genuinely enjoy being around each other, and they both reach out to one another in their love for me. I was always clear about who RY was to me and what our relationship was, and so that helped lay the foundation for my second relationship. I check in a lot with her to make sure that she feels loved, seen, and heard, and that we have enough time in person together. It's fantastic that we can be things and do things with one another that just simply don't fit into our other relationships.

I have learned what my boundaries are (and the fact that I actually need boundaries) within myself to ensure that I remain intact and wholly my own, as well as a giving, loving, deeply connected partner. It was important for me to live by myself right now, not something I've ever done before. I made this choice for the past year because I know my codependent tendencies and I wanted to break out of that mold. I still struggle sometimes with not giving all of my energy to those I love. I must save some for myself and I have found ways to replenish that energy. Time and energy; I'm still learning how to balance these within a polyamorous life.

I continue to work on approaching every conversation with empathy and an open mind and heart. I continue to keep searching within myself and bring that self-awareness to my relationships. I continue to push myself to see a different way and live a different way. I continue to surround myself with open-minded people that see me, know me, support me, and love me in this new life I'm creating. I continue to take time to be by myself and breathe. I continue to search out new opportunities that challenge me and fulfill me. I continue to be a student of life. And I continue to lean into love.

I love you @resonantyes and @hbananer - thank you for this life.

#polyamory #poly life

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kallie-den · 9 months

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Renewable Energy

Ziratha, an intrepid young succubus researcher, finds the ultimate solution to the looking Succubus Energy Crisis: a device that brainwashes its subjects back into nourishing, delicious, easily-flustered virgins - even rough, experienced, punk trans girls like Vivi

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“Wow. This is a succubus’s lab?” The crust punk trans girl looked around Ziratha’s research laboratory and sniffed. “I would have expected more candles. Magic circles. Maybe a few jars of goat semen or something.”

Ziratha the succubus rolled her eyes as the punk laughed at her own bad joke. “That’s a stereotype. You’d think humans would know better now. We’ve been living amongst your kind for decades now, and-“

“And succubi are simply people just like us, living perfectly normal lives, except for the whole needing sex for subsistence thing,” the punk interrupted. “Yeah, yeah. I’ve heard the history lesson before.”

Ziratha had to suppress a groan. Alongside her PhD research, a full-time job in its own right, she worked part-time as an adjunct making minimum wage. She’d forgotten what a good night’s sleep felt like. Half her blood was coffee. She was way too tired for this.

Unfortunately for her, this punk girl - Vivi - was the best shot she was going to get at seeing her research reach fruition.

“Anyway,” Vivi piped up, “hurry up and tell me why I’m here already.”

“You’re here,” Ziratha replied tersely, “because I caught you breaking a window at the back of the lab. Probably looking for something to sell. And because if you help me out, I can delete the feed from the security camera. Got it?”

“A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do,” Vivi shot back. “HRT ain’t free, you know?”

Ziratha sighed. In truth, she didn’t hold the attempted theft against her. It was simply that the succubus really, really needed just one single research subject. One was surely all it would take to get the funding board to sit up and pay attention.

“So, c’mon,” Vivi insisted. “What do you need me to do?”

Ziratha took a very, very deep breath. “OK, let me explain. Firstly, what do you know about the SEC?”

Vivi sniffed. “Sounds familiar.

“The Succubus Energy Crisis,” Ziratha told her patiently. “We succubi depend on energy harvested from our sexual partners. You clearly know that much. However, what you may not know is that sexual energy isn’t a sustainable resource.”

“How’s that?” Vivi seemed more interested in scoping out Ziratha’s messy lab than in the answer.

“The amount of energy a succubus harvests from her partner is inversely proportional to their sexual experience,” Ziratha went on. Reciting this was practically automatic. She’d been over it a hundred times in class. “The potency of sexual energy declines after, well, sex. Especially sex with succubi. The more we take, the less they have to give. Sex with ‘well-used’ partners yields negligible energy - and furthermore, might actually kill the human.”

“OK.” Vivi laughed offhandedly. “So what? There will always be more virgins, right?”

“That’s what people used to say about coal and oil,” Ziratha pointed out. “As it turns out, no. Thanks to a declining birth rate, an increasingly sexualized culture, and a constant expansion of liberal sexual mores into untapped parts of the world, reserves are depleting faster than they can naturally refill. Humanity’s store of sexual energy is trending towards zero. Starvation for succubuskind.”

“Right…” Vivi said skeptically, before shrugging. “I don’t see what that’s got to do with me.”

“I was getting to that,” Ziratha retorted. “I’m working on a solution, OK? See, traditional succubic magiscience holds that the depletion of sexual energy following virginity loss is a spiritual-metaphysical phenomenon. In other words, completely and totally irreversible. But that’s bullshit!”

Vivi looked up sharply at the sudden outburst of passion from the succubus.

“Those idiots in the academy just don’t want to let go of their precious little doctrines!” Ziratha fumed. “They’d rather sink billions into pipe dreams than admit the textbooks could be wrong. I mean, the SuperCharm Collider? Seriously? It’s a joke! But once I get my funding, I’ll be the one who’s laughing!”

She let out a loud, rich cackle worthy of her demonic forebears.

“See, my research indicates that the source of this problem is purely neural-psychological,” Ziratha ranted. “In other words: if you can turn back the clock on someone’s mind, you can completely refill their sexual energy. It’s a perfect solution. Renewable energy for all, forever. But the Institutional Review Board won’t give me the damn funding for a proper set of clinical trials.”

“Hold up,” Vivi broke in. “Are you about to tell me that I’m your guinea pig? And… you want to turn me back into a virgin?”

Ziratha grinned, her eyes flashing behind her nerdy glasses. “Exactly! Behold my Transcranial Magical Stimulation Unit. Which I expect to be known more widely as: the revirginization helmet!”

Reaching over to her workbench, she picked up something that looked halfway between an old VR headset and a military-issue tin foil hat.

Vivi folded her arms over her battle vest. “There’s no way I’m wearing that.”

“It’s safe!” Ziratha insisted defensively. “I made sure of it. If it wasn’t, this would kill my entire career.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” Vivi replied, unconvinced. Then, she tilted her head to one side, and a crafty, dirty grin slowly spread across her face. “Hey. How about you and I go someplace comfortable and find a solution to a different kind of energy crisis?”

“Huh?” Ziratha blinked.

Vivi kept grinning and winked.

“Oh, I see.” Ziratha smiled wearily. “You want to have sex.”

Vivi giggled and nodded. “Don’t take this the wrong way,” the punk girl said, “but you look like you could do with a little top-off.”

Ziratha frowned. “Rude!”

In truth, though, she couldn’t be too offended. It had been a long time since Ziratha had fed properly, and it showed. Proper, nourishing partners weren’t easy to come by. Her deep red skin had taken on a slightly unhealthy pallor, her horns were nubs, and her tail was just a thin, dainty little thing. It was a far cry from the kind of overbearingly transhuman appearance succubi could have if they were permitted to glut themselves to their hearts’ content.

Admittedly, Ziratha wasn’t exactly playing to her own strengths. Instead of anything particularly alluring, she was dressed in the universal uniform of the overworked grad student: an old t-shirt, grey sweatpants and comfy sneakers, with a lab coat over top. Her hair was tied back in a hasty ponytail, her huge, round glasses made her look like exactly the nerd she was, and she hadn’t bothered with any makeup to hide the dark circles under her eyes.

Beneath it all, though, she still had a killer body. She was still a succubus, after all.

“What do you say?” Vivi proposed. She glanced pointedly at Ziratha’s chest. “Wanna turn those C-cups into something bigger?”

Ziratha was surprised Vivi knew so much about how energy levels affected succubi. “You’ve slept with my kind before?”

“Sure have.” Vivi’s smirk was infuriatingly cocky. “A few times. And don’t worry - they were never disappointed. I know just how to treat a girl - mortal or demon.”

Ziratha rolled her eyes at the lewd comments, but she was smiling too. This made Vivi the ideal test subject. It was what Ziratha had been hoping for when she’d first laid eyes on her. Vivi was tall, hot, and confident, and while Ziratha knew better than to judge a book by its cover, Vivi did look like someone with a certain amount of ‘experience’.

She was pure punk, top to bottom. Vivi was wearing a battle vest covered in patches and spikes over a simple, loose-fitting top, and beneath the belt she had on a pleated skirt, some torn stockings, and an impressive pair of boots. A lot of the skin she was showing was covered in ink, and both sides of her head were shaven, leaving her with a messy streak of hair that was dyed neon blue.

Ziratha would have been pretty shocked if Vivi had told her she was a virgin.

“As attractive an offer as that is, I’ll have to decline.” Ziratha didn’t bother to conceal her weary sarcasm. “You’re a guinea pig.”

Vivi rolled her eyes. “Fine. I guess I can think of worse things than getting my ‘sexual energy’ replenished - whatever that’s gonna feel like.”

“Great. Great!” Ziratha immediately started ushering Vivi deeper into her lab before the punk could change her mind. “Take a seat, please.”

She gestured towards a chair that looked like it had been ripped out of a hospital examination room, with all kinds of wires and machines hooked up to it. Vivi glanced at the chair dubiously, but still moved to sit down.

“What’s all this, huh?” she asked, settling.

“Just monitoring equipment,” Ziratha explained. “Taking your vitals, measuring neural readings. That kind of stuff.”

“Nerd stuff, got it.” Vivi winked. “OK. I’m ready, I guess.”

Ziratha could barely contain her excitement. This was it. Her breakthrough. Her triumph. But the succubus was too much of a scientist to count her chickens before they hatched. “Here. Put this on.”

She handed Vivi the helmet she’d spent hundreds of hours designing and building. The punk looked at the strange, ramshackle device even more dubiously than she had at the chair, but she did as she was told. Once the helmet was properly adjusted, the screen mounted to it hung in front of Vivi’s face, obscuring most of her vision.

Ziratha tapped a few keys on her laptop and the screen came to life. A few lights and indicators on the helmet started to glow and flash, and the whole apparatus began to hum as the large capacitors mounted to it started to charge.

“Hey, so, how long is this going to take, anyway?” Vivi asked. The punk sounded a little less brash and a little more uncertain now. “Is this, like, some kind of long-ass meditation thing? Because I have places to be.”

“No, don’t worry,” Ziratha answered. “It’s much quicker than that.”

The succubus tapped a few more keys, checked a few readouts, and then hammered the space bar.

There was a huge, bright flash, like an old camera going off.

Vivi went still and stiff for a moment, and then groaned faintly.

“What the fuck?” she complained. “What… was that it?”

“That was it,” Ziratha confirmed. Her tail was very straight, and her voice was thick with anticipation. “How do you feel?”

“My head is throbbing.” Vivi slipped the helmet off her head and blinked as her eyes readjusted. “You could have given me some real warning, you know. So, did it work?”

Ziratha glanced at her laptop screen. “According to the diagnostics, it should have worked.”

“How’s my, uh, energy?” Vivi asked, a faintly mocking smile on her face. “Any of your fancy instruments tell you that?”

Ziratha simply returned the smile. “Oh, I don’t need any instruments for that at all.”

The succubus reached out and took Vivi’s hand, and let her demonic sixth sense for energy tell her everything she needed to know. Her smile immediately became a wide grin. Oh yes, it had worked. Succubi could always tell when someone would make a good meal. It was no different from any other predator’s sense of smell, although physical contact made it far more precise. Right now, Vivi had the scent of a ripe, untouched virgin.

This was it. The breakthrough Ziratha had long searched for. Her invention was about to change the world.

Despite such heady thoughts, though, Ziratha wasn’t celebrating. Something else had caught her attention. There was something very strange about the way Vivi was reacting.

The punk girl was trying not to let it show, but she kept squirming and shifting in her seat. A distinct pink blush was showing in her cheeks, and Ziratha could feel Vivi’s palm starting to turn hot and sweaty as they held hands.

The succubus tilted her head. Now this was very, very interesting.

“Vivi,” Ziratha said. “How do you feel now?”

Vivi couldn’t seem to meet her gaze. “I-I’m fine,” she blurted out in reply. “It’s nothing.”

Ziratha wasn’t buying that for an instant. She had a succubus’s instincts. She could tell when someone was seriously flustered. Experimentally, Ziratha lent in closer and squeezed Vivi’s hand.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! Jeez!” Vivi’s voice was a little too strained. Under Ziratha’s watchful gaze, she twitched tellingly. “You’re just being kind of l-lewd.”

Lewd? Just by holding her hand? “Fascinating…” Ziratha murmured.

The succubus pulled away, allowing Vivi to breathe a sigh of relief, and inspected some of her equipment readouts more carefully.

“It clearly worked,” she said, as much to herself as to her test subject. “But there’s signs of something else, too… hey, Vivi. Remind me: you’ve had sex, right?”

In contrast to her earlier, cocksure attitude, Vivi now looked like a deer in headlights at the question. “W-w-well, yeah! Of c-course!”

“So your memory hasn’t been affected, just…” Ziratha murmured, before turning back to Vivi and clapping her hands. “I think I know what’s happened!”

“What?” Vivi demanded. “I mean, uh, nothing. Obviously. But what?”

“Just as I was hoping, my revirginizer helmet completely returned you to a virgin state regarding your reserve of sexual energy,” Ziratha explained. “But I theorize that it also affected some of your closely-related inhibitions, skills, and arousal responses.”

Vivi blinked. “And what does that mean? English please.”

“Well, do you remember being a blushing, nervous, inexperienced teenager, years ago? Remember how much ‘steam’ you had to blow off on a daily basis? Remember how it made you feel when a girl so much as looked at you?”

Vivi nodded, and waited for Ziratha to say something else. But when Ziratha just glanced at her significantly, the punk girl turned as white as a sheet.

“N-no way,” Vivi protested. “You can’t be serious.”

“I’m afraid so.” Ziratha giggled. “It’s all connected, it seems. Congratulations. In just about every way that counts, you’re a virgin again.”

Vivi turned from white back to red upon hearing the v-word said out loud. She made to stand up. “I-I can’t believe you did this to me. I gotta get out of here.”

“Wait, wait,” Ziratha urged. She moved to Vivi’s side and calmed her with a simple hand on her arm. “I should really run a few more tests. Just to make sure.”

The succubus’s nostrils flared. She was shocked at how potent Vivi’s energy now felt. It was palpable, even when they weren’t touching. She could sense it in the air. Clearly, she had to investigate further. All in the name of science, of course.

Vivi was back to looking flustered, but she still threw a mutinous glare at Ziratha. “Y-you’re crazy! I can’t believe I even…”

Ziratha swiftly decided that if the betterment of succubuskind wasn’t a good enough reason for Vivi, she’d have to resort to other forms of persuasion. She bent down at the waist, putting her face close to the punk’s, and made her eyes very big and alluring.

“Please?” she whispered, in a voice that was suddenly soft and intimate. “Won’t you stay with me?”

Vivi looked like her body temperature had just shot up ten degrees, and Ziratha noticed that she couldn’t seem to meet her gaze properly. The succubus was sure she wouldn’t have fallen for that five minutes ago, but now she was a total sucker. “S-s-sure,” Vivi managed, in a strained voice.

“Wonderful.” Ziratha licked her lips. The distinctive virgin-scent Vivi was starting to give off was just delicious. “These readings - and reactions - are extraordinary. And I’ve done nothing more than hold your hand.”

Vivi whimpered plaintively.

“I can’t help but wonder,” the succubus murmured, “what kind of yields you might produce with slightly more purposeful stimulation.”

Vivi’s eyes registered alarm but, before she could protest, Ziratha slipped closer and planted a kiss on the punk girl’s cheek.

Her reaction was as immediate as it was striking. Vivi let out a faint gasp and her back arched slightly, even though she was clearly trying as hard as possible not to show it. But even more striking was the intensified deer-in-headlights look in her eyes, like she was desperately struggling to figure out what this meant and what she should do about it, even as she was so devastatingly flustered she couldn’t even manage basic addition.

Ziratha’s nostrils flared again. This was amazing, and she was starting to become aware of just how long it had been since she’d had a real feeding.

“Wow,” she said teasingly, momentarily letting her instincts get the better of her. “Just from one little kiss, huh?”

Vivi whined indignantly. "I-it’s not… that’s… t-this is nothing!”

“Yeah?” Ziratha couldn’t resist a giggle. “It’s just so funny - you seemed so cocky before. So experienced.”

“I am experienced!” Vivi tried to insist. “I’ve f… um… fu… I mean, you know… I’ve had s-s-s-“

Ziratha’s grin just kept growing as she watched the previously fierce punk trail off, her blush growing steadily deeper as she struggled to bring herself to actually say it. The transformation was quite the sight to behold. She had to keep pushing Vivi further. She just had to. It was part of the experiment, somehow, she reasoned. The succubus took advantage of Vivi’s helpless spluttering to press closer still and put her lips right by her ear.

“Sex?” Ziratha breathed, pouring as much suggestion and seductive glee as she possibly could into that one, single word.

Vivi looked like she was about to explode.

“You see?” Ziratha drew back, smirking victoriously. “You’re not experienced. Not really. Not anymore. You can remember that you’ve had sex before - but that’s it. And you can barely even bring yourself to think about those memories, because you might get too worked up. Neither your mind nor your body knows how to handle it.” She giggled. “Typical virgin.”

“I-I’m not…!” For a moment she thought Vivi was about to start tearing up, but then the punk girl managed to rally herself. “Y-you’re just messing with me! That’s all! It’s your stupid little machine, making me all confused. T-that’s the only reason I can’t think straight right now. I’m not, um, w-worked up.”

“Yeah?” Ziratha challenged. “Then explain this for me, please.”

She reached down and rested her hand firmly on the big, unmistakable tent in Vivi’s skirt.

Immediately, Vivi went as white as a sheet. Clearly, until that moment, she hadn’t noticed the huge hard-on she was sporting. She attempted a protest, or perhaps an explanation, but all that came out was a few strangled, incoherent sounds.

“My, my.” Ziratha licked her lips again, without even realizing it. She was so very hungry. “You see? You’ve become so adorably excitable.”

Vivi whined as Ziratha started stroking her fingertips along the surface of her bulge. “Y-you can’t just… what the hell are you d-doing? This is harassment!”

“I’m a scientist, Vivi,” Ziratha chided, in a voice that made her sound anything but scientific. “After my experiment, it’s only natural for me to give you a nice, thorough examination.”

The punk girl let out another whimpered protest, seeming to sense Ziratha’s ulterior motive, but under the succubus’s ministrations that soon gave way to a weak, pitiful moan. The new virgin was like putty in Ziratha’s hands. The power, the energy, the scent - it was all intoxicating.

“In particular,” Ziratha decided, “I think it’s only proper that I get a reading on your, ah, endurance. I really think - I really do think - it could be very, very scientifically interesting.”

Science was increasingly slipping out of view. Ziratha’s gaze was set firmly on the huge tent in Vivi’s skirt, and it was getting harder and harder to think clearly. After a little teasing, that sweet, sweet virgin energy was coming off Vivi in waves. The laboratory was thick with its scent.

Vivi was still giving the succubus that achingly alluring deer-in-headlights look, but after a moment, her willpower started to wane. She nodded. Ziratha’s nostrils flared. That made sense too. What kind of virgin had the resolve to say ‘no’ to a succubus?

In exchange, Ziratha decided, maybe it was time to make good use of some of the inherent succubic talents she’d spent all of grad school neglecting.

Ziratha straightened up and, as Vivi watched, shrugged out of her heavy lab coat. As it fell to the ground, she reached up and removed her hair tie, shaking her head to make sure her hair cascaded down around her face. Vivi was all but hypnotized by the sight.

But that was only the beginning.

Next, Ziratha took her t-shirt by its hem and lifted it off over her head. She moved slowly, though, letting the helpless punk watching her savor the sight of her tummy and cleavage being revealed. The way she slipped out of her sweatpants was even more seductive. She made a dance of it, swinging her hips from side to side as she peeled them away from her body to expose her long, sculpted legs.

The striptease left Vivi with a little trail of drool escaping one corner of her mouth. She couldn’t seem to stop leering. Her eyes were shining like she couldn’t believe her luck, and the tent in her skirt was now marked with a growing spot of damp precum.

Underneath her clothes, Ziratha wasn’t wearing lingerie, merely a comfy sports bra and a matching pair of boxers. But that, she decided, was plenty to work with when it came to a virgin.

And from the look on Vivi’s face, she was right.

“Tell me,” Ziratha panted, “have you ever gotten a lap dance before?”

Vivi looked almost panicked as she shook her head.

“Great,” Ziratha purred. “Then I suppose this will be a genuine first.”

Effortlessly, the succubus eased her weight into the examination chair, and backed up inch by inch until her naturally huge, curvy ass was pressed right up against Vivi’s hard bulge.

Vivi squeaked like a mouse.

At this point, her every little noise and twitch was like a red rag to a bull. The newly-restored virgin’s scent was so thick in the air Ziratha could taste it. Her hunger was awakening instincts she’d never known she had. Moving to the sound of unheard music, she started grinding and gyrating like she’d been doing it all her life.

The effect the lap dance had on Vivi was nothing short of explosive.

The punk looked like every bit the virgin she now was. Her eyes were wide and practically bulging, and her mouth was contorted into a goofy, uneven shape halfway between an amazed grin and a look of desperate, anxious disbelief.

She looked like she was about to blow.

“C’mon,” Ziratha mocked, in a voice dripping with honey and brimstone. “You can do better than this, right, virgin?”

Her teasing elicited another strangled whimper that just made the succubus want to push Vivi further and further. She danced her way up the punk girl’s body and turned to face her, rolling her hips as she pushed her ass back out behind her to grind into her throbbing bulge.

“Be a good girl,” she teased. “Hold on a little longer for me.”

Vivi just nodded haplessly. Her eyes were scrunched up closed, and she was gripping the sides of the chair so tightly her knuckles had turned white. Ziratha could just imagine what was going on in her head. Baseball scores. Times tables. Whatever she needed to help not utterly humiliate herself.

“Let’s see if you can handle something a little more… direct.”

Ziratha arched her and straightened her tail, daring the virgin punk writhing beneath her to open her eyes and stare at her amazing tits. Then, she reached back and used her deft fingertips to unfasten Vivi’s skirt. Vivi let out a moan that was as much protest as eagerness, but it didn’t stop Ziratha from using the motion of her hips and thighs to slide the garment out of the way, and then pull aside her panties until her hard, leaking cock was completely exposed.

Zirath’s long, forked tongue lolled out of her mouth as she stared at it, dripping drool down onto Vivi.

She needed it.

“Good news, punk,” she breathed, shivering. “You’re about to get your cherry popped.”

“W-w-what?” Vivi exclaimed pitifully.

“It’s, uh, for the experiment,” Ziratha reasoned. She was frenzied as she tore off her bra and panties. “I need to sample, uh… and, well, get a reading on the volume of…” She rolled her eyes and licked her lips. “Actually, forget the science. I’m just hungry, and you’re ripe for the eating.”

“B-b-but!” the trans girl spluttered, as Ziratha positioned herself against her cock. “I-I don’t know if I’m ready yet!”

“Yeah?” Ziratha paused, bemused.

"I mean… uh…” A bashful look came over Vivi’s face. “It’s just… I maybe… I wanted it to be special. You know?”

“Oh my god.” Ziratha snorted a laugh, and grinned wickedly. “You are going to be just delicious.”

In a single motion, she dropped her hips and impaled herself on Vivi’s cock.

Immediately, Vivi’s voice shot up an octave, and she let out a girlish cry of absolute pleasure. Right after, Ziratha’s rich, gleeful moans joined the chorus. The succubus couldn’t believe how good the virgin’s cock felt. It wasn’t just the sensation. It was the sustenance. Merely being in Vivi’s presence for the last few minutes had made Ziratha fiercely hungry. Now, at last, that hunger was being sated.

Once she recovered from the initial hit, Ziratha started moving her hips and bouncing greedily on the end of Vivi’s shaft. With each bounce, the punk girl underneath her thrashed madly in a clumsy, instinctive attempt to meet Ziratha thrust for thrust.

She mostly failed. But the attempt, at least, was adorable.

As she rode the sensitive, inexperienced punk, Ziratha started howling with glee. She’d never had the pleasure before, but it was true what they said - there was nothing like milking a virgin. Her body was humming with energy, and every time she buried Vivi’s cock to the hilt inside her pussy, the sensation got sweeter and sweeter. Something about the flavor of a virgin’s energy was utterly transcendent, and it was made all more nourishing by what it represented.

Ziratha’s complete and total victory.

Unsurprisingly, it wasn’t long before Vivi’s moans started to peak, signaling that she was at the edge. Clearly, despite her memories, the virgin had absolutely no stamina. Ziratha wasn’t going to complain. The orgasm was the sweetest part of the meal.

“Go ahead!” Ziratha urged. “Blow your load already. We both know you can’t hold back anymore.”

With a cry of absolute, mortified bliss, Vivi exploded inside her.

Ziratha’s moans peaked too when she felt Vivi’s virile, nourishing cum paint her insides. It was better than anything she’d ever felt before. The power, the pleasure, the feeding - all of it. Ziratha could already feel her body priming itself to swell and change with the infusion of fresh energy.

The ecstatic rush of it made her greedy. She wanted more. She wanted it all. Ziratha squeezed down on Vivi and started riding her harder and faster than ever. Every bounce, every thrust, coaxed more and more sweet, sweet cum from the virgin’s cock, until Vivi was whining in blissful agony as she came down from the high of orgasm. Eventually, Vivi’s eyes rolled back into her head and simply passed out, her mind overwhelmed past its limits by sheer pleasure.

Ziratha kept riding her all the same. The succubus didn’t stop until she’d milked her for every last drop.

Eventually, though, once her hunger was sated, she slumped down next to the punk girl, giggling intermittently in giddy, light-headed glee. The succubus’s head was already filling with daydreams of fame and wealth when Vivi came to and pulled her into a hesitant, needy embrace.

“Hey, u-um,” Vivi whispered earnestly, in a voice that was anything but punk. “W-was it good for you too?”

“Huh?” Ziratha roused herself. There was something strange about the way Vivi sounded. No; about the way she felt. Ziratha had expected her to start returning to something closer to her normal behavior.

“I-I-I just, uh…” Vivi was once again turning bright red. “I-I thought it was really special. You know? Like, um, maybe we really have a connection.”

Ziratha seized Vivi’s hand again and, as Vivi stared at her hopefully, paid close attention to what she could sense from the punk girl. When the penny dropped, she started cackling.

“Oh my god!” she howled. “I can’t believe it. You’re still the same way. As fresh as ever.”

“What do you mean?” Vivi sounded defensive.

“I’m definitely going to need to hold you for some… oversight observation. Just to make sure.” Ziratha licked her lips suggestively. “But I can already tell. It’s like your brain can’t adapt anymore. Not just your energy levels. Your social skills. Your inhibitions. Your stamina. Everything.”

“What?” Vivi pressed anxiously.

“It’s the revirginization,” Ziratha pronounced. “All of it. It’s permanent.”

***

Mere weeks later, it was a very different Ziratha that stood upon the stage to make her big pitch to a room packed full of succubus leaders and investors. It wasn’t just the confidence - although she had that in spades, now that her Nobel prize was apparently all but assured. Her body had changed too. She stood taller. Grander. She exuded power and presence, and all of her body’s assets had gone from merely ‘hot’ to inhumanly mouth-watering. Her horns were a massive, knotted crown upon her head, and her tail was as deft as a whip and as thick as an anaconda.

All thanks to her favorite little meal.

Vivi was standing a little way behind her on the stage, and while physically she was unchanged, she seemed to have shrunk just as Ziratha had grown. She exuded a fragile, nebbish submissiveness despite all tattoos and piercings. She wore a choker collar bearing Ziratha’s name around her neck, and she was wearing a dress.

Ziratha liked her that way. And Vivi was no longer able to argue with the succubus.

“So, as you can see from our data, our early clinical trials have borne out the most promising of my invention’s results,” Ziratha was saying, as she rounded off her speech. “The regression to maiden status is, both psychologically and metaphysically speaking, permanent. The process isn’t damaging, but the subject’s mind naturally sheds its ability to develop new sexual skills or comfort zones, physical or social. Accordingly, their energy levels remain at peak capacity and potency - forever.”

Ziratha paused for a beat, letting the crowd of succubi sitting in front of her drink that in.

“In short,” she concluded, “they’re helpless perma-virgins. Isn’t that right, Vivi?”

Vivi blushed an incredibly deep red and looked down at the floor, but nodded.

“So!” Ziratha clapped her hands. “It’s safe to say that we’re ready to move into pre-production. Soon enough, each and every one of you could have one of my devices in your very own hands - assuming you’re willing to provide me with funding, of course. What do you say, ladies? A future of infinite, renewable energy awaits us!”

As expected, the auditorium was immediately filled with thunderous applause.

The age of the Succubus Energy Crisis was over.

The age of perma-virgin mortals and succubus dominance was about to begin.

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marwhoa · 1 year

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request: Hi!! Can you do relationship headcanons on Ritsu Kasanoda please :)

🝮 ritsu kasanoda dating headcanons !!

ritsu kasandoda & reader

author’s note: wow i really just took the longest break imaginable and then came back with this. lmao, i hope someone enjoys reading this!!! thank you and gosh do i love Ritsu uwu

edit: i misspelled his name but it’s 4 am and I think that’s hilarious so I’mma leave it

word count: 1.8 k

ఌ Let’s be real, he’s trying his best. Really, so before your relationship began, he was DESPERATE to figure out how to woo you—how to sweep you off your feet!

ఌ He didn’t learn his lesson the first time with not asking the hosts for help. But, this is in the LOVE department! Surely they know better about that than they do about making him look less intimidating?? Who could possibly be better to turn to for hints at romance?

ఌ Unfortunately, it seems this rambunctious bunch of boys don’t take him seriously at all. Seems. Maybe they think they’re taking him super seriously, but it REALLY doesn’t look like it!

ఌ So, he begs that you forget having walked into the Third Music room—since abandoned by its department—only to have been bombarded by swirling roses that flew all around you. They framed a path that you swore was heart shaped, up to Ritsu, who kneeled in a host uniform, his signature nervous smile, and a rose held for you to take.

ఌ Cue a fit of giggles that may or may not have made him fall even deeper in love with you.

ఌ Best believe that he never turned to them again (okay, maybe Haruhi, but even her suggestions were questionable… Some of them were great, don’t get him wrong! Like, the star-gazing idea or the “ walk-in-a-park ” idea! But, the “ clean together! ” or “ attend-a-host-event ” ideas were downright rejected.)

ఌ Well, not entirely. You know those big fancy balls the Host club holds? Towards the start and end of the year? Well, with Haruhi leading the plan for obvious reasons, he mustered up the courage and invited you to the ball with him. Was that a fluttering in your heart~? Eek!

ఌ Was this going to be when he finally made a move? When your budding relationship finally bloomed?

ఌ The night was beautiful, from the delicacies, everyone’s pretty attire, all the way to the lighting. This really was a party held by the most elite of society’s children! Your outfit was a gorgeous scarlet—gifted to you by Kasanoda’s right hand man who simply smiled and asked kindly that you please wear it! You couldn’t decide which to focus on, how they got your measurements or why this was happening.

ఌ Of course, deep down you knew full and well why it’s happening, didn’t you?

ఌ Let’s rollback a few notches. Now, what could have possibly made him fall for you? Was it, maybe, your sitting by him in every class despite everyone else making a painfully obvious barrier between them and him given the empty chairs around him? Nooo, don’t be silly, it couldn’t be that.

ఌ Oh, was it you seeking him out during lunch time, finding him alone in the garden, eating and talking to the plants? No, surely that wasn’t why he stared at you with glossy, grateful eyes that said, “ Please, sit, I insist. ”

ఌ Hmm, maybe it’s because of how many times you walked home with him and held normal conversations with him, as if he wasn’t labeled the school’s “ Scariest Man Ever To Attend ”? No, couldn’t be that. It wasn’t like he loved and looked forward to the walks, so much so that he silently waited by the door for you to collect your things and trot on up beside him, telling him all about your day. And it definitely couldn’t have been that for once, he was walking with someone who wasn’t Tetsuya, and this person beside him didn’t give off any vibes of “ I’m being forced to hang out with you, as a joke! A prank! ”

ఌ Oh, I know, maybe all of this is happening because of the first time you two met outside of school. It was the weekend, and you were out in the neighborhood for a reason long since forgotten by now.

ఌ There was the sounds of a struggle down a street, and you, being you, couldn’t help but think, “ Hey, if someone’s in trouble, the right thing to do is help them? ”

ఌ So, imagine the fear on your face and stiffness in your body to peak down the alley and see a red-haired boy surrounded by several others. Totally unfair, you thought! That’s too many people for one person!

ఌ His back was to you, and you locked eyes with the man in the center as he pulled his arm back and yelled something about how much respect he’ll get for beating the son of THE Kasanoda-Gumi group!

ఌ No matter how much you knew about the neighborhood or the syndicates ‘round these parts, nothing could have prepared you for how fast your feet carried you between the two, chucking your bag into the man in the middle’s face, shutting him up instantly.

“ There’s no respect for a bully that teams up on a guy! “

ఌ You said with faux confidence. The man behind you could have sworn you looked just like a little wolf protecting him, baring your teeth at a bunch of men that he just had a feeling would tuck and run at your appearance.

ఌ And that they did, though whether it was your display of Justice, their boss’s bloody nose, or the rather demonic aura seeping out of the guy behind you—that was anyone’s guess, too 🤷‍♂️

“ Uh… Th.. Thanks, for that. “

ఌ When you turned to face your damsel-in-distress, the drastic difference between his voice and appearance took you off guard. A few giggles, a quick apology for the rudeness, and a “ no problem “ for the thank-you, and suddenly his face was almost flushed as red as his scarlet locks. Silence blanketed your both before you shrugged and past him.

ఌ Wait, he called.

ఌ You paused, halting in your tracks, and turned inquisitively.

ఌ He stammered then continued, would he ever see you again?

ఌ Silence.

ఌ A once over, you gave him.

ఌ Then a bright smile.

ఌ Of course, you laughed out.

ఌ After all, you continued, we go to the same school. A point to the badge on his bag, and suddenly he had to avoid eye-contact just to recover from the embarrassment.

ఌ The same school? His luck must have been turning around if he could see you again so soon.

ఌ And so, there’s no telling where he fell in love with you. Whether in between, during, before, after—or maybe even not yet!

ఌ Regardless, you held your head high, excited to step through the doors. You were greeted with what would begin a night you would never forget.

ఌ Folks you hadn’t yet placed names-to-faces-for guided you across the dance floor. Hand-in-hand, trading you off to the next person who swirled and dipped you. The first was a guy with auburn hair, mighty tall, you noted. He had mannerisms or a mischievous fox. Next was a man with black locks, taller than the last, and never speaking a word. You missed the smile in his eyes as you were passed to an eccentric blond with a blinding grin. He was quite the chatterbox during this dance, taking longer than the others, before a smaller brunet boy took your hand and scolded him with a, “ Senpai, you’ll ruin the plan! ” This boy had cute quirks and soft hands. The dance was simple, sweet, and kind.

ఌ It was towards the end that you caught a glimpse of red hair.

ఌ The next hand you were passed into was familiar and welcoming. Calloused, marked with a scar here and there. They seemed like thorny hands that would hurt whoever made contact, but somehow when it came to your hand, they were the kindest, gentlest.

ఌ Your eyes gazed up to catch a glimpse of that same-old nervous, nasty grin you fell for.

“ Another plan, huh, Ritsu dear? “

“ Dear? “

ఌ He stammered, repeating the pet name you tagged to the end of his name.

ఌ A squeak of surprise escaped you as he was thrown off so much so that his footwork changed to include a “ step-on-your-partner’s-foot! “

ఌ A dozen apologies later, and below the stars you were.

ఌ The loud crowd had mellowed out with distance, so much so that the soothing ballroom music was audible enough to drag a mewl of happiness from your lips.

ఌ You leaned into him, shifting this dance more so into a romantic slow dance.

ఌ This would have continued, turned even more romantic as the midnight sky poured over and over again, renewing the twinkle in each star!

ఌ But, alas, any plan by the host boys just had to have one little signature quirk in it.

ఌ Though whether you could fault the club or not for this was anyone’s guess!

ఌ From the bushes lining the balcony his dancing feet led you to, popped up an even more eccentric dirty-blonde girl who screeched a, “ Oh come on, kiss them already! What kind of romance is this!? A SUCKY one, of course! “

ఌ Had it not been for your laughter, this particular redhead might’ve melted from embarrassment.

ఌ Instead, he cupped your cheek and guided your eyes to him.

ఌ There was hesitance, a glance here and there, and his mouth opening and closing inaudibly like a fish outta water.

ఌ So, you pressed affectionately against his hand then slowly leaned in to plant a chaste kiss upon his lips.

ఌ They weren’t the softest in the world, and perhaps slightly rough (easily fixed with some lip balm!).

ఌ And surely there was evidence this was his first kiss, first REAL kiss, but the fireworks in your heart made none of that matter at all.

ఌ From then, word spread throughout the school much too quickly that the rumor of “ Ritsu and Y/N? Canon or Fanon? ” was completely canon.

ఌ Your reputation rubbed off on him, and suddenly he found himself with more friends and acquaintances than he ever dreamt of.

ఌ The empty seats around him were filled with talkative randos—though, if ever they say in your seat, he couldn’t help the intimidating glare shot at them.

ఌ Your life after school would become much more interesting too.

ఌ Apparently the guy you beamed with his bag had inflated and hyperbolized your image tremendously.

ఌ In the streets, you were gaining a strange name, “ The Rabid Wolf “.

ఌ Whatever that meant.

ఌ Ritsu worried about it, assuring you he would clear your name, but you laughed it off and said it could probably do more good than harm!

ఌ After all, he did have fears of people knowing you were his lover.

ఌ Partner.

ఌ Romantic acquaintance!

ఌ …

ఌ He may or may not have been rosy-hued in the cheeks when you showed up at the house one morning, to walk to school together, obviously!

ఌ And the house erupted in, “ Kasanoda, sir, your lover awaits at the door! ”

ఌ You pretended to have not heard the girlish screech before a disheveled, heavy-breathing Ritsu slammed open and closed the door.

ఌ That walk had been quiet, save for your running-of-the-mouth.

ఌ Oh, and any time you shied away from dominating the conversation so, he would break the silence and say, “ Go on? ”

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zstargalaxy · 1 year

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TWISTED WONDERLAND X POKEMON

Litleo MC's Pouncing Lesson

You stayed low to the ground with a smirk on your face, tail swishing back and forth, eyes trained on a really small green bug type as it jumps from one rock to another.

It was another week for NRC but with rumours about Riddle overbloting in Heartslabyul and you involving in it but after the retake of the Unbirthday Party, the past few days for you and the students of the school had it kinda normal...for now and just continue on of what they were doing.

Leona being one of them.

Though he still has to look after you considering it's his turn to look after you you, much to he's irritation but didnt complain and not just go for it (atleast you arent THAT annoying as he's nephew) which is why you two are now in the botanical gardens with you pouncing towards the cricket and Leona sleeping in one of the benches, waiting on your lunches that Ruggie will bring.

As you kept pouncing from one spot to another to try to get the small bug-type, a familiar voice reach to your ears.

"Leona! I'm back with Lunch!"

Leona grudgingly blinked he's eyes as he sit up from he's nap "Grr...already afternoon?"

Ruggie huffed when he stood infront of he's Dorm Leader "Were you by chance sleeping here all morning? You're gonna fail another class"

You perked up with a smile on your face when you saw the Mightyena-like beastman running towards you two with the lunch he had got.

"Ruggie! Your here!" The said 2nd year snickered, ruffling your hair between your ears as he hold out your own lunch that Professor Crewel had order him to bring, which is consisted of chicken nuggets and some apple slices "Yep, and I gotten your lunch" you smiled brightly and took the small bag out of he's hands "Thank you Ruggie!".

"Oh? Smell like you gotten mine aswell" Leona stated when he smell the food that he had ordered Ruggie to get "Ugh" the Hyena beastman groaned in the mention of the Lion's food, always having to get the hard ones to get "Leona, you always want the stuff thats the most competitive" Ruggie stated "Heres your order of one Deluxe menchi katsu sandwhich and Ice tea"

"Thats a weird name" You gave a questioning look at the foreign words that Ruggie had said.

"Well we have weird lion here cub, so whats your point?" Leona glared at the snickering 2nd year "Tch, keep running that mouth Ruggie or you know what is coming for ya and Cub, get going, we adults here have a talk"

You blew a raspberry at him but quickly run away towards a grassy area of the gardens with a grin at your face when Leona tries to swipe you with he's "claws". The beastman here were really are different from your home world, since they dont exactly have claws like you, your family and some of your friends have but the students in the dorm you reside in definetly felt like how your siblings would have a pokemon battles.

Leona click he's tongue "and better stay near where I can see ya!"

"Wow" Ruggie drawled out "I never thought you would care about the cub, Leona. What? Got a soft spot or something?" A sneer on the Dorm Leader said otherwise "Stupid, as if I have a soft spot for anyone like you, especielly you should that the more difficult it is to get something, the more you want to eat it" stated factly, the Lion Prince as he took a bite out of he's lunch.

As the two kept on rambling on and on, You decided to finish your lunch later as you kept on trying to find the little Bug-type when you had saw it hopping by when you were eating. These bug-type sure are small compare to the ones back at home, so tiny in your hands that they could fit in a jar or even your pockets.

This world sure is weird, for sure.

But anyway, time to get pouncing!

Leona let out a yawn when Ruggie kept going on and on about him having to go to the meeting after school, giving him lengthy reasons like that he is obviously dorm leader and that he got nice perks because of that. He was about to go back to sleep until he saw you not that far.

'Huh, atleast she aint far' the 2nd prince simply thought "Oi Cub" You look up from your close hands when being called "Yes Mister Pyroar?".

'Again, whats a Pyroar?' Leona furrowed he's brows but brushed it off like what he had done before whenever you called him that nickname "What are you doing?" He asked you "Pouncing" It was a simple reply that you have gave to the older Lion as you open up your jands to see if you have caught the Grasshopper but quickly deflated when you didnt see it in your grasp.

The sight instantly have an expression of amusement at your little pathetic attempts. Beastman may not exactly hunt but they do knew how through their life to help their animal instincts and with the way he is seeing you pouncing, Leona cant help but find it pathetic for you were still seen from the tall grass, making small but noticeable noises and was just jumping too quickly.

Yet....

Leona took a single glance at the still talking Ruggie and have gotten an idea.

"Hmm...come here Cub" the 3rd year motion you to come over quietly "Let me show you how an old-pro how its done" he whispered wickedly as he position both you and him behind a thick curtain of tall grass to prevant from being seen.

"- and as Dorm Leader, you have to show that you have earn it-

A smirk quickly went to Leona's face as he lowered your bottom and tail down more to help in keeping stealth "Just stay low to the ground..." you nodded to he's advice "okay, stay low to the ground, right?".

"- not to mention how many of the members in our dorm are quite rowyd to control and-"

"Try not to make a sound" both you and Leona deepend your hiding from any eyes what so ever.

"-So thats why you must-Leona? Leona?" Just realizing that Leona is no where in sight, Ruggie quickly turn around and look around to see if he's lazy dorm leader is still here but he too soon found out that the little Litleo is gone aswell "Leona? Where are you?! Cub!?".

"This aint funny you knew!?" Using he's heighten hearing, the 2nd year tries to hear any sounds from he's two dorm mates "Leona!? Cub!?"

And that is the reason why yoh shouldnt turn your back on a lion.

*Bam!*

"AAAAAAHHHH!!"

"Hahahahahahahahahhaha!!" Leona's laughter echoed across the garden as you smiled proudly at your accomplishment at getting your "prey".

"Ugh..." groaned Ruggie from the pain he had gotten from being pounced by a small yet very strong kid who is a beastman of a species unknown to him and everyone else here in Twisted Wonderland.

"Hahahahahaha! That was good, little Cub, very good" you trotted happily off of your "prey" as you stood beside Leona with a pride look on your face.

Happy that you had pass your first lesson in pouncing.

Maybe having the little Cub might be fun after all...

#crossover #twisted wonderland #pokemon #twisted wonderland x pokemon #twst mc #twst x pokemon #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #litleo #savannaclaw

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Once, during the era while sarumi are both still in Homra, Yata's leg gets injured during a mission and he can't walk. Saruhiko tries helping him up, but he doesn't really have the strength to do so. They're on a time crunch because the strains are after them or something, and it ends up being Mikoto who helps carrying Yata to safety. Of course, Yata is all heart eyed and "Mikoto-san is so cool!!" About the situation, not noticing how disheartened Saruhiko feels about it all. What he does notice is how, a day after that, Saruhiko starts putting in work to... eat healthy??? And exercise ???? Yata is so, so confused with what's going on, but he won't complain.

(Oh, and maybe years later after they've fought and then reconciled, Yata brings up that one period of life where Saru seemed willing to exercise. Like wow what was that about, and saruhiko has no idea how to break it to him that he just wanted to be strong enough to carry misaki like mikoto could.)

Fushimi has never seriously wanted to be toned in his life, until this very moment XD Imagine Fushimi and Yata are on some Homra mission, working as the vanguard. Yata’s all hyped up as usual and just barrels right into the bad guys’ hideout, yelling that Homra is here to teach them a lesson and all that. Fushimi just clicks his tongue irritably and follows, grumbling that they were supposed to have a plan. Yata laughs and says this is fine, they can take these guys — and then is promptly knocked over a railing and falls like one story down. Fushimi quickly makes his way down the stairs to Yata’s side and Yata’s insisting that he’s fine, except his ankle doesn’t seem to want to hold him. They’re about to be surrounded when the rest of Homra makes an appearance, Mikoto burning everything around them.

The bad guys start to scatter but then they can hear like police sirens in the distance. Kusnaagi suggests they get out of here before things become inconvenient and starts to round up the rest of the guys. Yata tries to get to his feet but he can’t, Fushimi throws Yata’s arm around his shoulder while complaining about what a pain Yata’s being. The problem is that even like this Fushimi can barely pull Yata forward, struggling under his weight. Kusanagi spots them struggling and says ‘Mikoto,’ Mikoto takes one look and just grabs Yata bodily and carries him. If anyone else had done this Yata would have been mortified but of course since it’s Mikoto Yata is so happy, all ‘Mikoto-san is so cool’ and completely unaware of Fushimi quietly glowering behind him.

So Yata has to be off his feet for a while and imagine that puts Fushimi in charge of cooking for them, Yata’s like it’s okay you can order takeout. But instead Fushimi pulls up some recipes on his PDA and brings Yata some really healthy looking vegetable dish. Yata is amazed and also maybe a little worried, like do you feel okay Saruhiko do you need to lie down. Fushimi looks away and mutters that he just felt like eating right, Yata figures don’t look a gift horse in the mouth and decides to be thankful that Fushimi is eating vegetables (and then he takes a bite of his meal and almost chokes because it’s so bland, like Saruhiko please can we talk about the existence of spices). Afterward Fushimi leaves for a while saying he needs to ‘train,’ Yata can’t believe Saruhiko is being so proactive. Fushimi returns looking all sweaty and miserable and even paler than normal and Yata asks if he’s okay, Fushimi snaps that he’s fine. Later he’s sitting on his bunk looking at his skinny twig arms with an unsatisfied expression, clicking his tongue quietly.

This probably lasts all of a few days before Fushimi can’t take it anymore, he can’t handle all this healthy shit he wants meat and chips and cola. Yata kinda forgets about the whole thing but then imagine post-ROK Yata is trying to cajole Fushimi into eating vegetables and mentions weren’t you trying to eat healthy that one time anyway. Fushimi evades, saying he doesn’t know what Yata’s talking about and Yata wonders if Fushimi had a super high fever at the time and that’s why. Fushimi shrugs and says maybe, looking at Yata for a moment before grabbing him by the collar and picking him up. Yata’s all what the fuck put me down and Fushimi just gives this little ‘heh’ as he sets Yata back down. Yata’s all what was that about and Fushimi says nothing, scraping the vegetables off his plate and onto Yata’s.

#sarumi #Talking K #imagine Fushimi trying to exercise #like doing push ups and such #and just sweating and dying bc he's a skinny unhealthy nerd #he was trying okay #now years later he actually can lift Yata (though he still can't move a vending machine)

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luxe-pauvre · 4 months

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Hi Holly,

I apologise if this was asked before. I am curious of what books you’d pick if someone asked you “Name 10 most important books in your life”. Would you be able to pick 10? How would you categorise them?

The way you give us amazing quotes and monthly (personal favourite) summaries, is one of the things that keep me here, on tumblr.

I can’t tell you the number of books I purchased because of your posts (Solnit’s Orwell’s Roses ending up being one of my all time favourites and latest Popova’s Figuring being one of best reads of the year…)

And at the same time I’d love to ask you about your approach to skin care routine. What were the best lessons you’ve learned about looking after your skin so far? Did you find a perfect lip balm?

A lot, I know. I deeply admire your blog. Sending a bouquet of flowers and books your way (I wish I could, truly).

🌹

This has been in my inbox since October - my apologies, life has been life-ing, but I'm getting this house in order before the new year.

Would I be able to pick 10? Probably not, too little. I'd categorise them by Non-Fiction (sciences exc. social sciences), Non-Fiction (all other), and Fiction as I did here. And I might add a special category for neuro. related books. I answered that ask in November 2021, since then I would probably add: The Act of Living by Frank Tallis, Four Thousand Weeks by Oliver Burkeman, Orwell's Roses by Rebecca Solnit, Metaphysical Animals by Clare Mac Cumhaill & Rachel Wiseman, and A Certain Hunger by Chelsea G. Summers.

I'm so glad you loved Orwell's Roses, it's become one of my all time favourites too. I think it flew under the radar a little, I don't see it talked about often.

The best lessons I've learned about looking after my skin so far: more/stronger is not always better, evidence-based is always better, and without a good SPF everything else is pointless.

The hunt for the perfect lip balm post-discontinuation of Dior's Creme de Rose is ongoing. I tried the Summer Fridays Lip Butter Balm first, and my controversial and unpopular opinion is I hated it. I normally love the smell of vanilla but it was far too full-on and artificial, and way too sticky even as an overnight balm. I've now got several others on the go: the La Bouche Rogue White Balm which I like as a day lip balm, but it's not wowed me so I won't be repurchasing, along with their night serum and lip scrub - I will be repurchasing the scrub, I will not be repurchasing the serum, the balm alone is better; the Tatcha Kissu Lip Mask which does the job, but I won't be repurchasing, it holds in whatever moisture is below but it's not moisturising in itself; the Serge Lutens Lip Comfort which I think will become by day to day lip balm, it's very small/easy to transport, and is exactly the right amount of balm under lipstick; and I went insane before Christmas and tried the La Mer Lip Balm, unfortunately for my bank balance it might actually be the best lip balm of all time. I had severely winter chapped lips and it was a one application and fixed situation. I usually hate anything minty but I will overlook it, it's that good.

And thank you for the lovely compliments, I'm glad someone other than me gets something out of whatever this is. Happy new year! 🥳

#For those thinking that's a lot of lip balm: it is but I use it all up even if I hate it and never throw it.#And for those thinking I would hate La Mer given my evidence-based skincare stance: you're right I do I will never ever try the moisturiser #but the balm really is ✨it✨ unfortunately for all concerned.#What I really need is Necessaire to make a lip balm because they would nail it.

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safewavess · 5 months

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I present; 99 Castoff Incorrect Quotes. Don’t ask why

(Part 1 (This one)) (Part 2) (Part 3)

(1)

Rori: I didn't know that air fryers are a real thing. Used to think that they were made up by the internet as a funny joke and that their purpose was to "fry air".

Frankie: WAIT, BUT IT FRIES THE AIR TO FRY THE FOOD??

Rori: I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS A KITCHEN APPLIANCE, MY FIRST ASSUMPTION WAS SOMETHING AKIN TO AN AIR CONDITIONER!

Vector: IT'S NOT LIKE AN AIR CONDITIONER????

Sage: You guys clearly don't own an air fryer.

(2)

Vector: Sometimes I talk to myself for no reason.

Vector: Me too!

(3)

Arianna: Damn, the power went out.

Frankie: Don't worry, I got this.

Frankie: stomps foot

Arianna: What-?

Frankie: Sketchers light up

(4)

Arianna: And if you have any suggestions, please put them in the suggestion box.

Vector: That's a trash can.

(5)

Vector: I personally don't think it's possible to come up with a crazier plan.

Frankie: We could attack them with hummus.

Vector: I stand corrected.

Frankie: Just keeping things in perspective.

(6)

Arianna: The path to inner peace begins with four words... not my fucking problem.

(7)

Marina: What do you call disobeying the law?

The Squad: A hobby.

Marina: crosses their arms

The Squad: That we do not engage in.

(8)

Marina: Arianna, don't go picking a fight with Sage. Don't forget, they're powerful, they could make life difficult for you.

Arianna: Wow, I wonder what it'd be like to have a difficult life.

(9)

Arianna: Ew. What kind of tea is this?

Rori: I boiled gatorade.

(10)

Marina: I made this friendship bracelet for you.

Arianna: You know, I'm not really a jewelry person.

Marina: You don't have to wear...

Arianna: No, I'm gonna wear it forever. Back off.

(11)

Marina: What is the one thing I told you not to do?

Rori: Burn the house down.

Marina: And what did you do?

Rori: I made dinner.

Marina:

Rori:

Marina:

Rori: And burnt the house down.

(12)

Vector: Here you go, Arianna, a nice hot cup of coffee!

Arianna: It's cold.

Vector: A nice cup of coffee.

Arianna: It's horrible!

Vector: Cup of coffee.

Arianna: I'm not sure if this even IS coffee.

Vector: C U P.

(13)

Frankie: Operation no more distractions is a go!

not even 10 seconds later

Frankie: Oh, look! A butterfly!

(14)

Marina: Thank you for not saying "I told you so."

Arianna: When you're as right as I am, you don't have to say it.

(15)

Arianna: Answers phone. Hello?

Rori: It's Rori.

Arianna: What did they do this time?

Rori: No, it's me, Arianna. It's actually me.

Arianna: What did you do this time?

(16)

Arianna: What's this?

Marina, hugging Arianna: Affection!

Arianna: Disgusting.

Arianna: ...Do it again.

(17)

Sage: "Ignorance more frequently begets confidence than does knowledge" - Charles Darwin

Arianna: What the fuck? Begets isn't a word. Quit trying to make up words, fuckface.

(18)

Vector: Frankie, say aluminum again. It's the entire source of my serotonin during these trying times.

Frankie: sigh Only for you, buddy. Alyoouminnieeum.

(19)

Arianna: Act natural.

Vector: For this kind of situation, the most natural thing would be to panic, so technically I can panic.

Arianna: NO, that's not what I meant! Act like it's a normal day!

Vector: My 'normal' days of late, consist of a lot of panic.

Arianna: Will you just cooperate?

Vector: When a person is panicking, they are not apt to cooperate very well!

(20)

Rori: My life isn't as glamorous as my wanted poster makes it look.

(21)

Arianna: I don't want to talk about it.

Rori: Good, I don't wanna hear about it.

(22)

Arianna: Self-care is suppressing all your trauma until it comes back and hits you in the face with the force of 7 very large trucks.

(23)

Arianna: How long do you think it'll take?

Frankie: I don't know, three or four.

Arianna: Three or four what? Days? Weeks? Months?

Frankie: Yeah, maybe five.

Arianna: Five what?!

(24)

Sage: Hopefully Arianna has learned a lesson about respecting other people's feelings.

Arianna: Oh, shut up and die Sage.

(25)

Rori: Hey Marina, can I get some icecream

Marina: Only a spoonful!

Rori: Proceeds to pull out a comically large spoon.

(26)

Marina: You look mentally ill.

Arianna: I am. Let's go.

(27)

Rori: watching their house burn down

Rori:

Rori: starts filming Waddup, guys, welcome to my vlog, today's topic: how to get away with accidentally committing arson because you forgot Spaghetti O's cans are metal and thus non- microwavable! Step one: deny everything.

(28)

Arianna: The only thing keeping me from running away and hiding from society for the rest of my life is spite. I could disappear forever, but there are some bitches whose downfalls I have yet to witness, and I wanna be around when that happens.

(29)

Arianna: Why is it that I always lose things as soon as I need them?

Frankie: Actually, it's not that you lose things when you need them. You lose them a while before. It's just that you LOOK for things when you need them.

Arianna: Okay yeah thanks Frankie, that's great but WHERE'S THE FUCKING FIRST AID KIT?

(30)

Vector: Come to think of it... You've always been nice to me.

Vector: I mean, you listen to all my problems-

Arianna: No, Vector I just simply stand here while you talk, there's a big difference.

(31)

Rori: It's not like I try to blow things up, exactly. It just sort of happens. You've got to admit though, fire is fascinating.

(32)

Rori: Are you ever going to listen to me

Arianna: Yes. Absolutely.

Rori: When?

Arianna: When you're right.

(33)

Frankie: You know what I learned from my friendship with Arianna?

Vector: There's no such thing as too mean?

Marina: Never let your friends know for sure if you like them?

Rori: Always hold a grudge?

#castoff #castoff comic #incorrect quotes #heyyyy *pulls out comically long sheet of paper that holds 99 incorrect quotes*#don’t ask why i did this #i read the entire comic in the span of a day and now I’m attached #in total there are 99 incorrect quotes but the first part only contains 33 #sorry to anyone who follows me and sees a comic they’ve never heard of lmaoo

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at.tumblr.||com/lily-orchard/toh-fans-were-saying-luzs- || depression-arc-was/n15gs2tejahh (link broken up because tumblr and anon messages)

God the way she and that anon talk about Luz here… zero fucking compassion. “Luz doesn’t learn the lesson she’s clearly supposed to learn!” Bitch yeah she doesn’t. Because she’s a self-loathing fourteen year old girl who is still afraid everyone in her life will hate her.

They both criticize the other members of her cast for “bending over backwards for Luz” because clearly, if your loved one is pushing everyone away because she thinks she should be hated the right response is… to hate her for it? Like i get that you should not be expected to support someone else’s entire mental health, but wow. What the fuck.

It also rubs me the wrong way because of things i have personally experienced. I struggle with my mental health, and Luz’s pushing away everyone and trying to punish herself very much is realistic. I did the same thing, including trying to get out of celebrating my own birthday and considering skipping my prom because I felt like i didn’t deserve to celebrate and have fun. I’ve had a friend do something similar as well.

And i get what she’s getting at. Being shut out really fucking sucks. It makes you feel unwanted in a way that hurts deeply. And you are not obligated to put up with it. But here’s the thing: the others are choosing to combat it and put up with it. Amity tells her directly that she knows it’s hard and scary, but she wants to keep Luz in her life. And it’s not like they’re constantly up her ass trying to be her therapist like the post alludes to - they do their own thing in thanks to them. They are giving her space.

And yes, Luz is in a bad place and not being the perfect little uwu sunshine baby anymore - but that’s normal. It’s normal to not be perfect all the time. It’s normal to help your friend through a though time. It’s okay to be a burden sometimes. Lily is also referring to Luz’s other coping mechanism of “must fix this all by myself” as better than her depression, without recognizing that this is very much how Luz acts here. Yes, she’s not proactive, but in her current situation there isn’t really any way for her to be. She still takes it all upon herself and believes she must make up for it somehow - the thing is, she can’t. Her decision never to return to the demon realm is a desperate attempt to repent somehow, and in her logic even prevent further harm. Lily just refuses to engage with any of that, because having a character go through a realistic arc after experiencing an immensely traumatic event is just edgy torture porn for her.

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destinyroundabout · 9 days

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CHAPTER 1 ACT III

"Skeletons, Puzzles, and Time powers"

The trio continued walking through the forest, encountering, the strange variety of monsters.

PAPYRUS: STRANGE, NO ONE HERE APPEARS TO BE PREPARING FOR GIFTUMN!

Allison: Giftumn?

sans: yeah its an annual thing we do at the harvest village. what, humans don't have that? man ya'll are missing out.

PAPYRUS: INDEED BROTHER! GIFTUMN IS THE BEST TIME OF THE YEAR! WHERE MONSTERS GATHER AROUND, PREPARING FOOD FOR A GREAT POTLUCK! OH SANS, REMEMBER OUR FIRST GIFTUMN? WE WERE ARGUEING OVER WETHER WE SHOULD BRING HOT DOGS OR LASAGNA! SO OF COURSE WE DECIDED TO DO BOTH...

While papyrus was rambling, dings popped out of the ground amidst the crowd of monsters.

Dings: Psst, kid, over here.

Allison: Oh hey dings. Why are y-

Dings: SSSHHHHHH. Quite down, why do you think I'm whispering?!

Allison: Jeez, sorry.

Dings: Take a look at this!

Dings pointed to a mysterious glowing object. Allison felt an unusual but familiar presence from it.

Allison: What...Is that thing?

Dings: Have you ever played a video game before?

Allison: Yeah?

Dings: Well, this star acts as a sort of save point. You touch it, and boom. Whenever you're in danger, you can always reset back to your previous save point! They're littered all over the underground. Only YOU can see them, so you have to keep them a secret.

Allison: ...Uh huh. Sure.

Dings: I'M SERIOUS. Look just- touch it.

Allison: ...Whatever you say Mr flower man.

Dings: Call me that again and your soul is being split in half.

Allison: Shiver me timbers.

Dings: Grrrr...

Dings was frustrated by his inferiority

Dings: NO ONE ASKED.

Lol. Anyways, Allison proceeds to touch the save point.

(This save point provides you with a sense of unease yet comfort for the rest of your journey. You're filled with DETERMINATION.)

Allison: Determination...

Dings: Looks like skyscraper over there is almost done yapping. See ya on the flipside kid!

Dings goes back into the ground.

Allison: That is one weird and grumpy flower.

PAPYRUS: AND THAT'S WHY THE CITIZENS WONT LET ME COOK ALFREDO AGAIN.

Allison: Wow! That is...quite the story papyrus!

PAPYRUS: WHY THANK YOU DEAR HUMAN...SAY I NEVER GOT YOUR NAME.

Allison: Oh, it's Allison. Allison M-

sans: zzzzzzzzzz...

Allison: Oh-I forget sans was here. How long has he been asleep?

PAPYRUS: WHO KNOWS, NORMALLY I'D THROW HIM AT THE NEAREST LEAF PILE TO WAKE HIM UP, BUT SEEING HOW HE HAS BEEN TAKING CARE OF THE FOREST AND VILLAGE...I THINK HE DESERVES IT.

Allison: Awwww that's cu-....uhhhhhh

The trio arrive at a strangle puzzle. It had three basketball hoops and a single bone lying at the centre of the room.

PAPYRUS: NYEHEHEH! ALLISON, WE'VE ARRIVED AT THE FIRST OF THE MANY GLORIOUS PUZZLES YOURS TRULY HAS SET UP!

Allison: There's more of these?!

PAPYRUS: I KNOW! ISNT IT EXCTING!!!

sans: oh we're here now.

PAPYRUS: OH HEY SANS.

Allison: So what am I supposed to do here? Throw the bone at one of the hoops?

PAPYRUS: PRECISELY! GIVE IT YOUR BEST SHOT!

Allison: Alright! I'll just grab the-

Allison: ...bone.

I feel like it's too early for that dog to show up.

PAPYRUS: ...LET THIS BE A LESSON AB

OUT WHY ROCKS ARE SUPERIOR THAN DOGS ALLISON.

Allison: That pet rock thing wasn't a joke??

sans: welcome to the underground kid.

PAPYRUS: NEVERMIND, HANG ON-

Papyurs puts down sans and reaches for one of his basketball shoulder pads.

PAPYRUS: HERE! USE THIS INSTEAD.

Allison: Well, at least it will be serving its actual purpose.

Allison shoots...AND SHE SCOOOOORES WOOOOOOOOOOOOO

PAPYRUS: NOT BAD HUMAN! YOUR REWARD SHALL BE EVEN MORE PUZZLES!!

Allison: ...wait what stopped us from just skipping this pu-

sans: don't question it.

PAPYRUS: THIS NEXT PUZZLE IS A LITTLE TRICKY! SO IT'S FINE IF YOU CAN'T...

The room is filled with random sheets of paper.

sans: oh yeah remember when I said this morning I spilled ketchup on the printer and it printed a bunch of sheets?

PAPYRUS: YOU NEVER MENTIONED THAT AT ALL!!!

sans: yeah exactly

PAPYRUS: (SIGH) WELL I SUPPOSE WE CAN SKIP THIS ONE. I FELT LIKE IT WAS TOO CHALLENGING ANYWAY.

Allison: What was it anyways?

PAPYRUS: JUNIOR JUMBLE!

sans: I still think crosswords are harder.

PAPYRUS: SANS WE ARE NOT HAVING THIS ARGUMENT AGAIN!!!

sans: hey I just speak the truth.

PAPYRUS: AND LOWERCASE!!!

Allison: Idk I think junior jumble is harder.

PAPYRUS: NYAHAHA! TAKE THAT BROTHER!

sans: oh well.

Allison: Psst, I think crosswords are much harder but I was just being nice.

sans: yeah thanks for that. yesterday he tried solving the horoscope.

Allison: I see.

PAPYRUS: ALRIGHT, NEXT PUZZLE! THIS ONE SHOULD BE EASY!

It's a bone maze...that's it. A maze made of bones.

Allison: I'm gonna ignore the fact that this maze is made of out bones.

PAPYRUS: OUR BUDGET IN THIS FOREST IS...LIMITED.

sans: we have a budget?

Allison: Well, better start walkin-

sans: hold it there kiddo.

PAPYRUS: WHAT IS THE MATTER SANS?

sans: why don't we make it more interesting? here.

sans gives Allison a snowball. Where did he get a snowball from???

Allison: Uhhh...

sans: ya gotta make it to the end of the maze before the snowball completely melts. shouldn't be a problem.

Allison: Sure...yeah...lovely.

This went on. For 5. Whole. Hours.

Allison: (HUFF) (PUFF) I DID IT! JESUS CHRIST AND HOLY MARY I DID IT!

PAPYRUS: WONDERFUL HUMAN! AND IT ONLY TOOK YOU FIVE HOURS, 36 MINUTES, AND 7 SECONDS!

sans: I'm surprised you managed to do it.

PAPYRUS: I'M SURPRISED YOU STAYED AWAKE THE WHOLE TIME!

Allison: How many puzzles are...(huff)...left?

PAPYRUS: ONLY ONE! COME INTO THE NEXT ROOM WHEN YOU'RE READY!

sans: by the way here.

Sans hands Allison some cinnamon buns and hotdogs.

Allison: Oh thanks! I was starting to get hungry.

sans: those actually heal your hp ya know?

Allison: Really?

sans: yeah. It'll be useful for combat.

Allison: Huh...(Oh, a savepoint!)

(The curiosity of what the last puzzles will be fills you with DETERMINATION.)

Allison: Ummm...Papyrus? Where's the puzzle?

PAPYRUS: NYEHEHEH...I'M AFRAID YOU'VE BEEN JAPED ALLISON! FOR YOU SEE, YOUR SKILLS IN PUZZLES WERE IMPRESS. HOWEVER, WE HAVE NOT SEEN YOUR SKILLS IN COMBAT!

Allison: W-what are you saying...

PAPYRUS: HUMAN! I CHALLENGE YOU, TO A TRAINING DUEL!

Allison: Oh dear lord.

sans: good luck.

END OF ACT III

#undertale: destiny roundabout

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earlgreytea68 · 10 months

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It does feel like they masked patrick voice a lot... like, normally when fob is a feature on a song, I'm immediately like - OH PATRICK THERE HE IS! - but this one just felt like... a guy that sort of sounds like patrick?? lol idk I'm not a taylor hater or anything but I DO think patrick is the better singer and part of me wonders if they were afraid he'd out sing her or something tbh lol

I was thinking about this comment in connection with what Pete always says, that people are Fall Out Boy fans because they love Patrick's voice, they would listen to him sing the phone book. And Patrick always modestly rolls his eyes and Pete is definitely being deprecating about the rest of the band and he knows it, but today was a day when I realized: He is not wrong.

Like, I did not fully appreciate the level of familiar comfort the sound of Patrick's voice brings me at this point but it turns out IT'S A LOT lol. Like you, usually when he's a feature when he shows up I'm like, PATRICK, and make hearteyes and swoon, etc. With his voice masked like that, I was just completely adrift and missing him. I always knew that I love Patrick's voice, but my reaction to this song really made me realize how much I depend on it. I turned on the super-controversial "We Didn't Start the Fire," which I thought was GREAT, and Patrick's voice was immediately like a cradle around me lol, I knew I was in good hands.

He definitely can outsing her, and he can even manage to do it with the weird electronic gloss on his voice, he does get himself a couple of moments in the bridge, I think, but I have to confess that the more I listened to this song today, the more I have grown from "oh, it's not great but I guess it's okay," to "wow, I hate this song." I can no longer even make it into his verse lol, now I have to shut it off. So, safe to say this is a song I am going to try to pretend never existed. Not only does he not sound like Patrick Stump, but then he's singing such extremely dull lyrics, this is just not one of Taylor's stronger songs to me at all. I was actually surprised when I saw critics calling it a duet about two people in nervous anticipation of their first date, and I was like, "...two people? who are the two people?" and then realized they were interpreting Patrick's verse as being from the POV of the guy, and I was like, ...Patrick's verse is clearly just an electronic Patrick Stump singing some more lyrics from the woman's POV lol. According to Genius, there are parts where one or the other of them are singing, or they're both singing together, and I can't even figure it out because they just sound so electronically generic to me at this point.

It's a shame because before this song came out I really did think, "Oh, maybe they'll pull off some kind of crazy tour shenanigan!" Like, they're both out touring at the same time, maybe their schedules would go near each other and they would sing this song live but...they are never singing this song live lolololol

And it's doubly a shame because I love them both so much and I was so, so excited for this "collaboration," I've been hoping for a Taylor/FOB collab for literally YEARS, I just really thought they could be so great together, and then I got this thing I hate, sigh. It just seems like such a waste of an opportunity to ask "Fall Out Boy" to join a song and then just autotune Patrick's voice and call it a day. And I definitely knew to expect it, that is how Taylor's collabs generally feel, ESPECIALLY on these vault tracks, but I just underestimated how much I was relying on the comfort of Patrick's voice in the song. Anyway, sad day, lesson is, don't meet your idols, or, wait, don't let your idols meet, or something lol. And also GOOD NEWS, TONIGHT IS A SHOW NIGHT SO THERE WILL BE MORE TOURDUST CONTENT TOMORROW, THANK GOD.

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words: 1138 universe: college au characters: Logan, Patton pairings: platonic Logicality (can be read as pre-romantic) warnings: illness a/n: wow! a sanders sides fic! i haven’t done one of these in, like, seven months! i’ve been hanging onto this idea for a long time. the idea came from a good friend of mine, and i’d actually written out the beginning months before i finished. i’d abandoned this idea for a while until a few weeks ago, when i realised my idea worked quite well for a short story assignment i had to do for my creative writing class. so, yes, i am submitting a piece of sanders sides fanfiction for a college class. my professor won’t notice, right? as a note, because the harry potter series is featured briefly in this fic, i want to make it very clear that i, as a trans person and as someone who isn’t stupid, do not support j.k. rowling one bit. i needed a book, and i didn’t feel like making one up.

In the fifteen years during which Logan Lawson had attended school, he never missed a single day due to a measly cold or stomach bug. After all, if he wanted to become an astronomer, he had to make sacrifices to continue on that path. He had been taught to tough it out; after all, there was always a chance that he could miss something important. And thanks to his persistence, he never had.

So when he woke up one morning and felt as if he was on fire, he hardly thought anything of it. He simply got out of bed and went about his normal routine. He dressed himself in a white collared shirt, a dark blue sweater, and a pair of khaki pants. He headed into the bathroom and glanced in the mirror, combing one hand through his hair in an attempt to make himself presentable. Satisfied, he wasted no time in washing his face and brushing his teeth, before coming into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. His roommate was already there, eating a bowl of cereal.

“Good morning, Logan!” he chirped.

“Hello, Patton.” Logan winced internally at how sick he sounded. I’m fine, he told himself. He took his thermos from the cabinet. Maybe he didn’t even notice.

But judging by the concern that crossed Patton’s face, he’d clearly noticed. “Are you okay? You don’t sound too good.”

“I’m fine,” Logan insisted, taking the pot of coffee out from under the coffee machine and pouring himself a cup. Unfortunately for him, he was overtaken with a coughing fit.

“You don’t sound fine,” he argued. “You sound like you’re sick.”

“So what?”

“So you should take today off, so you can recover. You’ll be miserable if you go to school.”

“I’ll be fine,” he told Patton. “I’ve gone to class sick plenty of times.”

He looked shocked. “That’s not healthy!”

“Well, I have to go to class. What if I miss an important lesson?”

“Then you can ask your professor or one of your classmates for the notes!” Patton pleaded desperately. “Logan, please. Your well-being comes first.”

He opened his mouth to refuse, but before he could even process it Patton had picked him up and was carrying him into his bedroom bridal-style. Logan struggled, but his roommate didn’t let go until they reached his bedroom. He set Logan down on the bed.

“I’m gonna need you to change into your pajamas,” Patton told him.

“My pajamas are dirty.” He had planned to do his laundry today after his classes.

“Then I’ll let you borrow some of mine.”

“Won’t they be too big for me?”

“It’s better than nothing. You wait right here.” Patton left the room, closing the door behind him.

As soon as his roommate left, Logan sprang to his feet. I have never missed a single day of class in my entire life, and I refuse to do so now.

He scrambled over to the window and thrust it open. He began to clamber through the half-open window. His head and torso fit through the gap well enough, but he began to rethink his plan as he felt his rear get stuck in the gap. He desperately wiggled his body in an attempt to move forward.

“Excuse me,” came a voice from behind him, and Logan felt his heart sink.

Curse my voluptuous posterior! He felt something tugging at his legs and just let himself go limp, utterly exhausted from his escape attempt. In no time, he was back inside and face to face with a very displeased-looking Patton.

“Logan, I’m trying to help you.”

“I know. I’m sorry I made you angry.”

“I’m not mad. I’m just disappointed.” He sighed, pressing his fingers to his temples.

What a Dad thing to say. Only he isn’t my father. He’s my roommate. Why does he even care?

“I’m just trying to take care of you, Logan. Everyone gets sick sometimes. You can’t just tough it out. Sometimes, you just need to take a day to let yourself be vulnerable.”

“But…”

“No but’s. You’re going to stay here. And I’m going to stay with you all day.”

“You have class,” he objected.

“I can always ask for the notes, remember?”

“We aren’t friends. You have no reason to care whether I stay here or not.”

“Yes, I do.” Patton looked him in the eyes. “Maybe we’re not friends. Maybe we’ll never see each other again when we move out of this dorm. But friends or not, everyone deserves to rest when they’re sick.”

Logan didn’t respond. He simply grumbled in defeat, which seemed to satisfy his rather pushy roommate.

“I know you won’t. I’ll make sure of it. Here, I brought you some PJs.” He handed him a set of messily folded flannel pajamas that he’d set on the bed.

“You change into those. I’ll give you some privacy, but you’d better not try and leave again.”

He gave Logan a stern look and stepped outside the room, shutting the door and leaving him alone again. Big mistake. He moved toward the window as quietly as he could. He began to open it, intending to create a larger opening for himself to escape easier. However, he failed to take into account the whoosh sound it made when he opened it. Patton opened the door again, clearly disappointed.

“Again?”

“It was worth a shot.”

“It absolutely wasn’t.” He crossed the room and shut the window.

“I don’t wanna do this, but I’m gonna have to stay here while you change. I’ll look away, don’t worry.” He turned to face the wall.

“You really won’t leave me alone, will you?” Logan remarked as he undressed.

“Nope!”

He sighed and folded his clothes, setting them aside and putting on Patton’s pajamas. He had to admit, they were very comfortable. “You can turn around now.”

Patton faced him again, looking pleased. “Thank you! Now, you get into bed.”

Logan obeyed. He would never say it aloud, but he was utterly exhausted. He had never liked having to trudge through the day when he was sick; it only made him miserable. His escape attempts this morning had only drained him of energy, even faster than a full day of classes would.

Patton took the chair from Logan’s desk and pulled it up beside the bed. “Why don’t I read you something?”

“Why would you?”

“It’s what my mom used to do when I was sick. You can pick the book.”

“Alright. First book of Harry Potter?”

“Sure!” He took the book off the shelf and sat down, beginning to read. The more he read, the more Logan started to feel his eyelids grow heavy. Before long, he let them flicker shut. Maybe, he thought, as he began to drift off to sleep, it’s alright to let myself rest.

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2n-2n San Do you think hanako kun is a mentally unstable person i think he is BCS he always act weird his mood changes for no reason and he even tried to kill kou kun without teru's help i'm sure he was going to kill him and many other things i don't feel like writing them because i'm too lazy :') and tank you for doing your best in this blog 💖💖💖

wow! Do you dislike that fine handsome boy, Amane? You know, this is actually a place of love for Amane!

....but hmmm well, sure, he's unstable! And yet, isn't that just his most charming point? Seeing emotions pour out from Amane, slip through the cracks of his poorly-managed facade, ahh, it invigorates, doesn't it? Don't you want to see him lose it, over and over and over? Don't you want to see what happens? Don't you want to know what Amane wants? If he was stable, we'd never know a thing, he'd lock it all behind a solid metal door! Thank goodness everything slips out of him uncontrollably!

There is nothing better than a boy who oscillates between crushing shame and guilt, and divine resolution! Personally, I think Amane should have all the power in the world to do anything he ever wants ever!

soo handsome!!

Unstable, you say? Emotionally compelling, I say! If Amane wants to feel happy or sad or angry, who are we to stop him? He should feel whatever he feels to the fullest! He should move whoever or whatever he has to, 'til he feels better!

you know, I think Hanako himself agrees with you, that he's unstable! I think Hanako himself agrees with you, that he shouldn't be allowed to do whatever he'd like, and that what he wants and is inclined to do, is quite dangerous! Hmmmm... he doesn't trust himself at all! Amane knows best that he shouldn't be allowed to exist freely, that he's best kept in chains! Anyone arguing otherwise.... Amane wouldn't agree with them!

In fact, I think that seal on his cheek, limiting his power, and his passive acceptance of it, is further proof that there is an Amane that he doesn't want us to know! You know, AidaIro's even joked once that if the seal on Amane's cheek is removed, the world will fall into disarray....

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gosh, the Amane we know may even well be a muzzled beast! Delightful. You better love it too!

..... as for trying to kill Kou, I think you're wrong. I don't know that Hanako's knife actually works on living human beings quite like a normal knife. We don't know just yet how it works in the current canon, but in the pilot anyway, Hanako must have intention to stab through someone, and can simply make an imposing gesture....

...I also firmly believe Hanako was not stupid enough to kill The Minamoto Teru's brother. He knows who Teru is, he knows what attacking Kou would do to him. As good as a deathwish. I think Hanako was intending to make his little dramatic display, make Kou think twice about him, and then probably walk off with a smile and a message about kaii not being the same as human beings. A lesson. I think Teru jumped the gun and got aggro. I think Teru took it too far and too seriously. I don't think early series Hanako is actually cracked through enough to remotely behave murderously. Though we don't know wtf he was even thinking about the yorishiro and urabon so....

I mean ... in many ways, I think the murderous mindset for Hanako is intrinsically attached to devotion, love, commitment, thematically in a metatext way, and in a subconscious way in his fictional brain. If you think of the murder/shinjuu as something very sacred to Amane.... then the 'next time' can't be something frivolous or impulsive. You understand why he looks like this about having to consider it all.

.... and why it shares so much in common with this face.

..and why the processing emotions are similar

...you would be remiss to think of Hanako as a renegade, rogue murderer.

He is in fact a deeply calculating, deeply passionate, very personal murderer. I don't think he' waste the emotion or besmirch his own action through something as flippant or crude, as murdering Kou impulsively. I don't think murder can be impulsive for Amane.

#avvy's JSHK

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- fifty-three -

Fox has had the best Winterfest holiday of his entire life.

He’s sad that the holidays are over now, but he’s always a little sad in the weeks between Winterfest and his birthday, and he supposes it was to be expected this year too. He wishes Clancy could have stayed longer, so they could’ve celebrated their birthday together, but he understands that she needed to go home, to get back to work. This year will be the first in their lives that they haven’t been together on their birthday. To Fox, it feels strange.

Auntie Keiko and Uncle Kin have promised to help him celebrate his birthday in style. He’s looking forward to that, and of course Takahiro and all Fox’s new friends will no doubt contribute to the fun. Because his and Taka’s birthdays are so close together, they’ve decided to choose a day in between the two dates and have a party for both of them. Fox’s birthday is first, on the sixteenth of January, and Taka’s is on the twenty-ninth. They’re both turning twenty-six.

It’s not just the thought of a birthday party that Fox is excited about. During his last consultation with Dr. Sato at the hospital, she'd sent him for a new set of x-rays on his injured leg. According to her, his healing process is right on track, and his cast can come off in a couple of weeks. He'll still have to wear a light brace on his ankle for support for a few additional weeks, and he'll need some physical therapy, but he can live with that. If everything goes according to plan, he should be cast-free in time for his and Taka's birthday party, if not for his actual birthday itself.

Once he's free of the crutches and cast and brace, he'll be able to start learning to drive. Perhaps that's the thing he's anticipating most of all; learning how to do normal things like a normal adult and becoming more independent.

This was the topic of conversation he'd had with Clancy a couple of days after she arrived. She'd asked him what his plans were for the new year, and he told her enthusiastically about his driving lessons, and the class on traditional Japanese art that he'd signed up for, and all the adventures he and Taka would have when his leg was better and the weather improved.

"You know, I'm really proud of you," Clancy said. "You hardly seem like the same person who left home back in August."

"I don't think I am the same person," he said. "It's still me, obviously, but I feel like I'm evolving into a better version of me."

"That's a good thing. We should all be trying to evolve into better versions of ourselves. I think you're doing great."

"Thanks," he said. "I'm really liking the new version of me."

Clancy smiled at that. "Me too."

Fox returned the expression, but then he caught himself deflating a little. He said, "I wish everyone felt that way."

"And by 'everyone', I presume you mean Dad?"

"Yeah, and he only saw the beginning. What would he say if he could see me now?"

"He'd probably tell you to put on some pants."

"Shut up." Fox swatted playfully at her. "This is supposed to be a serious conversation, you know."

"I know. I'm sorry," she said. "I couldn't help myself. But yeah... Dad was pretty upset when he came home. I think he's still upset, actually."

"I figured," Fox said. "I haven't heard from him since he left, so I guess he's still not over it."

Clancy stared at him. "What? Are you saying Dad hasn't contacted you at all?"

"Not even once."

Like, not even to let you know he made it home?"

"Yeah, that's what I mean," Fox confirmed. "Mom was the one who let me know he got back safe. I've tried texting him a few times, but he didn't reply, and the one time I called him, it went straight to voicemail, so I didn't bother trying any more."

"Wow," was Clancy's response. "I knew he was mad, but I didn't realize he wasn't speaking to you. And this is all because you like a guy?"

Fox sighed. "It's not all because of Takahiro, but I'm sure that's part of the reason. I think he's mostly annoyed because I refused to come home and to do what he wanted me to do."

"If you want my opinion, it's past time you started living your own life," Clancy said. "You don't always have to do what Dad wants."

"I'm starting to see that."

"I'm glad. You deserve so much more than to be stuck at home with Mom and Dad all the time. I think coming here was the best choice you ever made."

"I may be biased, but I think so too," Fox said. "I mean, if I hadn't come here, I wouldn't have met Takahiro, so..."

"Speaking of him, when do I get to meet him?" Clancy asked. "I've been here for two days and I haven't seen him yet. Any longer, and I'm going to start to think he doesn't actually exist."

"He'll be over this evening, when he gets off work," Fox told her. "He wanted to give us some time to catch up."

"Thoughtful of him."

"He's very thoughtful," Fox said. "He said he might bring Seiji with him when he comes over, too. Apparently, Seiji saw a picture of you and he's been dying to meet you ever since."

Clancy looked both intrigued and confused. "What do you mean, he apparently saw a picture of me?"

"He found my camera in the forest, after my accident," Fox explained. "I guess he felt like it was okay to look through my photos. There were some pictures of us at the pool. Remember, from Rye's birthday party?"

"I still think it's hilarious that our cousin wanted a pool party for their eighteenth birthday," Clancy said.

"Is it really the pool party that's funny, or the dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets, balloons and triple-layer confetti cake?"

"Okay, yeah. It was that other stuff."

"Now that I'm thinking about it, I like the idea of Rye's party. Didn't they say it was their 'goodbye to childhood' party?" Fox said. "Maybe I should have that. A 'hello to adulthood' party."

"Maybe you should," Clancy agreed, smiling. "Triple-layer cake and all. But, can we get back to this guy Seiji for a second?"

"Sure."

"What I'm hearing you tell me is that some strange guy just helped himself to a view of me in that green bikini I had on at the pool for Rye's party?"

"Uh... yeah," Fox said. "I wasn't there at the time, so it's not like I could've stopped him."

"Is he cute?" Clancy asked.

"I think you're asking the wrong person for his opinion."

"Oh? I thought you were into boys."

"Not exactly. I still mostly like girls. I'm really just into one boy," Fox said. "And don't ask me to explain it, because I don't think I can."

"Fine," said Clancy. "But objectively, though, do you think women would find this guy cute?"

"He doesn't seem to have any trouble hooking up, so I guess women find him attractive? If it helps, he thinks you're cute. A 'smokin' hot western lady' is how he referred to you, I think. I'm pretty sure that’s what Victor told me he said."

"Ohh... is he cute?"

"You mean Victor?"

"Yeah."

"Don't get too excited. He's married," Fox informed her, and then added, "To another man, just in case you have ideas."

"Too bad," Clancy said.

"Listen, did you come here to visit me, or to find a boyfriend?"

"I don't see why I can't do both," said Clancy. "I mean, you came here to visit and found a boyfriend, so..."

Fox had to concede that point. The last thing he'd expected when he decided to travel and experience a different part of the world for a year was to find a partner. Much less did he imagine that he'd be falling in love with a man. But, he is falling in love with Takahiro. There's no doubt of that in his mind.

That evening, true to his word, Taka showed up for dinner with Seiji in tow. He brought flowers for Fox, and a cherry cake for everyone to share after dinner. Fox was delighted to see Taka after two days of being apart, and was more than pleased to introduce him and Seiji to his twin sister.

For her part, Clancy did not miss the chance to tease Fox about the little bouquet of pink camellias and about the awkward way he and Taka tried to greet each other with kisses on the cheek. She said she was thrilled to see him so animated and happy, though, and commented later that he and Taka make an adorable couple.

As for Seiji, he couldn't take his eyes off Clancy all through dinner. He didn't seem to mind that they barely speak a word of each other's language, evidently content enough just to sit across the table from her and gaze longingly at her while they ate.

After dinner, when everyone retired to the living room for tea and cake, Seiji and Clancy sat in the corner together and did their best to have a conversation using Google Translate on their phones. Fox attempted to keep an ear open for anything interesting that they might be trying to say to each other, but it was proving too distracting. After being poked by Taka several times for missing things in their own conversation with Taka's parents, he had to admit defeat and stop paying attention to his sister and Seiji.

After that, it seemed Seiji and Clancy took every opportunity they could to see each other. At the end of Clancy's visit, Seiji even came with her, Fox and Taka to the airport to see her off.

At the doors that led to the security area, Fox and Taka both hugged her goodbye. Then it was Seiji's turn. He held up his phone and showed it to her. In his extremely limited English, he pleaded, "Make the email. Okay?"

"Yes," Clancy said. "I'll email you. I'll use the online translator. Promise you'll do that as well. Send emails to me."

He nodded. "Yes. I make the email," and then clasped his phone against his chest in a gesture that seemed to imply something of the tone those emails might take.

Clancy laughed and held out her arms to him. "Here. You should get a goodbye hug, too."

Fox had watched, fascinated, as his sister pulled Seiji into an embrace and held on for several seconds. Clancy has never been the most physically demonstrative person, and it was interesting to see her initiate a hug, particularly with someone she'd only met two weeks prior.

Before they broke apart, Seiji kissed Clancy quickly on the cheek. She didn't blush or look uncomfortable. She smiled.

Seiji glanced over his shoulder at Fox and Taka. With a cheeky grin, he said, "See? That's how you do it."

Looking embarrassed, Taka translated for Clancy, who gave Seiji a light, playful slap on the arm. "Be nice to Fox and Takahiro. We owe them for bringing us together. You should show a bit more gratitude."

Taka's translation of that was met with a typically unrestrained laugh from Seiji. It was clear he was not the least bit contrite.

After that, they said their farewells, and the boys left the airport. Despite the moment of levity in the departure area, it was a quiet ride back to town.

Fox was especially sad because not only had he said goodbye to his sister, but he'd also said goodbye to Ruby. He and Taka had mutually decided that their current arrangement for her wasn't practical. Fox couldn't have her with him, due to Uncle Kin's allergies, and it was becoming increasingly hard for Taka and Seiji to keep Ruby and Taka's dog, Hyorinmaru, safe at their house. Both the fox and the dog were showing signs of territorial aggression, and Taka was worried they'd get into a real fight and Hyorin would injure Ruby.

Fox reluctantly agreed that it was in everyone's best interests if Clancy took Ruby home, so they'd arranged a vet visit to get her health certification, and Fox paid the extra fee for Clancy to bring her carrier into the passenger cabin of the plane. Then, just like that, off she went.

Despite the difficult parting from his sister and his pet, however, Fox can still say the holiday was a happy one, and certainly one to remember. Every time he looks at the watch Taka had given him as a Winterfest present, he'll think of it. In fact, that's what he's doing right now, as he waits for Taka to come and pick him up. Today is Wednesday, and Taka is working an early shift at the book café, which means he gets off at one o'clock, so they'll have the entire afternoon and evening together.

This afternoon, Taka is taking him shopping for a new coat, because he's adamant that Fox cannot continue to wear a white jacket in the mostly white environment of winter in Mt. Komorebi. It'd be too dangerous, he says, and Fox needs something more easily visible, now that he’ll soon be able to get out and about again. Fox has repeatedly assured him that he's not going to go wandering alone in the forest any more, but Taka will not be swayed. Fox has given in, mostly because Taka is so serious about it.

He supposes, if nothing else, he'll look fashionable on the slopes a couple of weekends from now, when he and Taka go on their first real date. Taka is planning to take him out for breakfast, and then they're going to watch some of the events of the professional snowboarding competition that's taking place on Yukimatsu throughout that weekend. Taka explained it's a qualifier for the All-Japan Snowboarding Championship, and he's excited about it. Seiji and Victor are competing, and Taka says he thinks they both have a good chance at gold in their respective events. As for Fox, he doesn’t know anything about competitive snowboarding and has absolutely no idea what the significance of an All-Japan qualifier is, but he gets to spend the whole day with Taka, so he's happy nevertheless.

After the competition ends for the day, if Fox isn’t too tired, Taka’s going to take him to a lake where he says there’s a small waterfall, and a stunning view of the night sky with no light pollution like there is in town. Fox wants to take photos as references for painting while they’re there, but he thinks Taka may have something else in mind. The way Taka talks about the spot gives Fox the impression that the view of the sky isn’t the only reason people go there after dark, or even the main reason. He likes to imagine that when Taka kisses him that night, it won't be on the cheek or the forehead.

Maybe he’s silly for daydreaming, but he hopes he’s not wrong. If he and Takahiro are going to have their first real kiss on their first real date, he wants it to be there at the lake, under a canopy of a thousand stars. That, he decides, would be better than Winterfest, better than a birthday party, better than getting his cast taken off, eating triple-layer cake, or learning how to drive.

No matter what else they happen to do, that one thing would make the day perfect; perhaps even the most memorable and perfect day of his life so far.

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Devil's Food - Chapter 11

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Chapter 11 - Frenzy

“Can I train with you guys?” She arrives wearing a loose shirt and leggings.

The field was open, outdoors, the trees all around, the forest on one side, an orchard on the other. In the middle, some poles that served as targets and several students, all Kure, with practice swords in their hands.

“Of course, Ayami!” Youko smiles, pointing to a corner “there's a space for you. Make yourself comfortable.”

“Thanks. Do you have sparring sessions?” Ayami takes one of the heavy training swords, made of bamboo and wood, from a vat with several of them.

“Yes, and it will be right after this class. Will you need a lesson?”

“I think so, I think I’m rusty, but your students are your priority. Please don't stop because of me.”

Youko nods and returns to the others, correcting poses and giving instructions. Ayami settled in a corner, placed her bag aside and felt the weight of the weapon. As she did the basic exercises, breathing and swinging the sword down repeatedly, her mind wandered a little to what had happened last Friday.

She knew she wasn't delirious from sleep, or tired to the point of delirium, when he was in her room, he was there, and they talked… normally? There was no trick there, did he really liked the fact that she knew how to use a Katana? It felt surreal.

Ayami passed the first Kata, then the second.

She knew he was a troubled man, there wasn't a person who didn't comment on how obnoxious and arrogant he was, just like there wasn't a Kure who wasn't proud to brag that he was the strongest of his generation, surpassing levels of humans and all. Ayami considered this a good thing, but she also wondered if it might have had another effect on him. There always have a problem with the golden children, and it wasn't about all the pampering he received.

It was the charge. She knew that well, she had already seen many “talented” people with little income due to the excess of things in their hands. But apparently, this had no effect on him, as he was so gifted…

Third Kata.

And then there was the matter of the way he said things to her. Was he being sincere with what he had said? He had a strange way of communicating, maybe if she stimulated him to talk… no, that would be risky, he might get irritated.

Fourth, fifth…

…And there was nothing they could have in common. How could she manage to follow through with her plan? There was nothing she could…

The wooden sword stops in midair, and Ayami wakes up from her reverie.

“Hey, Ayami” she heard Youko saying “Are you ok?”

“Huh?” she blinks, shaking her head “Yes, why?”

“I called you several times. Class is over.”

Ayami blinks, reality returning. The day had suddenly changed, the sun was no longer on the horizon, but in the middle of the sky, and her body began to feel a little heavy, panting. Her head seemed to snap back like a stretched rubber band, so much so that she felt dizzy, her shoulders and back of her neck prickling.

“What…?” She is startled, looking around, disoriented. “What happened…?”

“You spent the whole day making moves, I even thought about helping you, but…” Youko smiles “it wasn't necessary. You already looked like a dancer.”

“I don't think I'm ready…” she blushes “many times my instructors told me that I was good, but extremely inattentive… I didn't even notice the time passing, and… I'm just feeling my body now.”

“Wow, you really didn't notice? Well, I imagine why; you were so focused and serious. I imagine it's something to do with your swordsmanship…”

“No, I don't think… it's my fault. I'm really inattentive, with my surroundings, I have intense hyperfocus.”

“Hm…” she thinks a little “are you still ready for a Spar?”

“Why?”

“Nothing, I need to check something…” she gets into position, her wooden sword in her hands “let's start.”

“But…”

“Defend yourself!” Youko starts attacking, and she defends with her sword.

“But, Youko, wait…”

“Come on, warrior Ayami, show me what you're capable of!”

This made Ayami sigh. That wouldn't work...

…

And again, he was on that side of the village. He was tired of it. Every time he returned to the same place, no matter how aimlessly he walked. The area where the mouse lived.

He didn't exactly want to run into her today, but it's not like he has things to do either. He sighed and kept walking, heading for the practice area this time. He might even go home to watch a movie, or even pick up his video game… until he remembered that he broke the last controller he had while he was playing. He had to remember to buy another one.

“Hnmm… I always forget,” he grunted, sighing. Then he heard the clatter of swords in the dojos. Ah, it could be that someone was training. Maybe if he called some idiots for a spar…

He stopped as he rounded a corner at the sight of the Mousie again with a sword in her hand. Only this time, wooden. And again, he found himself watching the scene, as if he were watching a movie, but this time was different, and wasn’t the absence of the pear.

A quick analysis concluded that, despite Youko having much more resistance and training, managing to parry her blows, the Mousie certainly had some skill there… but he could see that she was tiring fast, and it could become a disadvantage…

But no. She didn't slow down one bit, and in a moment of stalemate, she lowered her torso and her leg tripped the other, making her lose her balance, and then she started to take advantage. Youko saw that she was practically starting to get punched as if the Mousie had a club instead of a sword, her sounds already hoarse with fury.

“Ayami, okay, I get it, stop!” Youko asked, while defending herself “Hey, wait, are you listening to me?! Ayami!”

Raian raises an eyebrow. Ayami hadn't changed her expression, nor did she seem to have lowered her posture in the slightest. Only her breathing sounded noisier, and sweat was pouring down her face. Her eyes were glazed over as if she was in a trance…

Oh… A memory popped up and something clicked in Raian's head like a piece clattering into place. He'd heard about it before.

The Yamagami Frenzy.

Their most well-known legend was that they could defeat giants with one blow. But, as his grampa had once told him, it wasn't exactly like that… It was an intense hyperfocus of war that allowed them to lay giant piles of bodies in their path with just a fit of rage, on a battlefield, like berserkers. Crowds were nothing to these killing machines, if they were indeed Assassins like the Kure. That’s why they were Yamagami: the ones who stand at the top of the mountain…

He had never seen it up close. So for sure she wasn't just any filthy Mouse, she had a latent power there.

But her resistance was rubbish, and she didn't even know how to control that power.

Youko realized this and stopped her sword, taking it out of her hands, and grabbing it in a chokehold “STOP! Ayami, stop! Wake up!”

She screams “Aiie! Let me go! What's it?! What happened?!” Her eyes were wide, livid, and she was trembling.

Youko released the girl, she rolled to the side coughing, breathless.

“Thank God, come on girl! What's your problem?!” she exclaims, a little scared too “I asked to stop ten times!!”

“I told you!” she cringes, without the strength to get up now “I said I can't stop! Sorry…” Her voice came out choked, and she was shaking, still coughing “Sorry, Youko…”

“Wow…” She examines the other. The lawyer was shaking all over, cold sweat and breathing with difficulty “Girl, you’re a mess… Do you think you can get up?”

“I don't know…” She puts one hand on the floor and tries to force herself to get up, but her whole body shook and she fell sprawled on the floor “Ouch!”

“Oh damn…” Youko was worried, and looked at others who were watching from afar “Bring a stretcher! We have to take her to the infirmary…”

They hear a hyena laugh. Youko turns her head towards the sound.

“Raian…” she grunts in warning, while the assassin appears.

“Hhahahaha, so you really have Yamagami blood in your veins” he smiled, malicious, looking at her “I for a moment thought you were so harmless that you were just in name, but wow, what a show. If it was a battlefield, I'd be excited just to see you with a sword making heads roll…”

“Raian, enough with the jokes, she’s exhausted, I pushed her over the edge and…”

“Relax, Late-night demon” his tone turned serious suddenly, looking at Youko “She'll survive this, but she's just so out of shape that she can't take it much.”

“I… I deserved this… I think I need… to rest” Ayami tries to get up again, but she couldn't, falling again on her side, on the floor. Raian sighed.

“And you, Mousie, you are a fucking hypocrite” he crouched in front of her “you say you have to know everything about your partner and everything, but you hid that you were a full-fledged swordswoman from me... but ok, only this time, because you entertained me, I’ll let it slide.”

Ayami wanted to tell him that he was also a hypocrite for not giving back or helping her get to know him, but she didn't have the strength to do so. She was surprised when she felt a pair of arms behind her back and in the crook of her legs, and felt herself carried in the air. She opened her eyes and saw Raian's face from below, his face a little bored, as he walked. Her face turned red.

Despite not having a body considered really fat, she certainly wasn't a skinny girl, she knew that. But she was being carried. Like a princess. In the Devil's arms.

She was so tired that she didn't know if she was dreaming or awake, and her eyes couldn't stay open. She just felt her head lean against a soft wall, in which she slowly heard it’s heartbeat. And she passed out there.

…

Ayami woke up feeling a little cold, and curled up on the bed. She didn't hear any sound, when she opened her eyes, she was alone, in her room. Her body was sore all over, like when you exercise after months of idleness. She stayed where she was, reflecting.

It happened again.

She wanted to disappear because it had happened again and almost hurt someone.

She had entered “The Mental Zone”.

It always happened when someone did something they liked or was very interested in…but with her, it always happened when she had to do something that required concentration. Usually it didn't hurt her much, like when she was in front of a table, studying, making records or writing depositions, or reading lawsuits, or even when she was dancing, like when she danced ballet with the girls, in the past. She could spend hours doing it without having to stop…but she had this problem.

She couldn't get out of that “zone” that easily. She would always set alarm clocks or some podcast or background music to remind her to eat or sleep. It was a serious problem. No matter how much her Kenjutsu master said she had talent, that she was a prodigy, she always ended up hurting other students because of it. No matter how many came towards her trying to stop her from that state of mind. So she decided to stop.

She wanted to cry, but all she felt was her chest sinking. She thought that with the Kure, it would be something different, since they all had expertise, but certainly not. She almost hurt Youko, and she felt horrible, not to mention the pain in her own body. She re-entered the Zone and when she found herself, she was immobilized, exhausted, and Raian was on her side…

Raian… she felt her spine prickling. Would he feel bad that she kept it from him? He never asked, but still…she could pretend she forgot…

She hears footsteps, and soon she sees Raian entering the room. He practically considered the place his own at that point, and that frustrated the lawyer a little. He realized she was awake, and closed the door behind him.

“So that's it” he says, approaching “I finally understand something about you, Mousie. So you dropped the sword because you don't know how to stop?”

She cringed at his arrival, but she wasn't underdressed or unseemly in any way, so she sat up in bed, feeling every muscle in her body ache but she tried hiding the effort.

“Y’yeah” Ayami blushes “I can't stop when I concentrate, not until I finish... Before that, I can't stop alone.”

“And…?”

“That's when I hurt everyone around me…” she purses her mouth “only my master could stop me at the time, but it started to get worse as I advanced in training. I hurt several colleagues, and…”

“So what?” Raian shrugs his shoulders “You defeated the weakest, I still don't see your problem…”

“I lost friends like that. I couldn't explain myself, they thought it was my malice…”

He laughed.

“You didn't lose friends, you selected the best ones... if none are up to you, it's not even worth it…” his smile was bigger “But of course, the Mousie was afraid to be good at what she did and stopped, so her resistance now it's horrible. You would have to train a lot to have something that works…”

“I don't want to continue training…” She spoke quietly. Raian stopped smiling.

“Whyyyy? Are you still afraid, Mousie?”

“I will only hurt people… I hurt Youko…”

“She is in very good health, unlike you. No one is weak here, not even the weakest of us” he says this with a note of pride “you're just wasting a talent your family has, behind a desk…”

“I don't want to kill anyone, Raian, I'm not an Assassin…”

“But I am, Mousie. And I enjoyed watching you beat up that girl.”

“Why are you proud of that in me? I'm not good at this, I’m better at other things.”

“Meh, you might even be, you're even useful. But this is one of the few skills of yours that, in a situation of real danger, I see an advantage” he approaches, with slow steps “A Katana in the hand of a Kure is an extremely lethal weapon. From any Kure, including those who joined the family. I don't want to change that, you know…?”

She looked at him, blinking.

“But you stopped training, it's not even worth saying anything” he turns to leave “Katana or no Katana, if you keep up like that, you're still a Mouse.”

“Hey… wait…”

He didn't hear her, leaving the room and closing the door. She stood there, staring at where he had left. Did she understand correctly what he had said?

…

Youko had taken it upon herself to help Ayami recover, she did everything she could, and during those two days, she had arranged for a substitute teacher at the Dojo to keep an eye on her. Ayami could walk and do everything by herself, but the other insisted on bringing her food at mealtimes and accompanying her on walks to stretch.

“No need to worry so much, Youko” Ayami tried to say, but the other shook her head.

“I insist, Aya” Youko said “I got you into it, so I'll help you out.”

“But I agreed on that, so we are accomplices…”

“Well, you were the one who got all screwed up, and I already consider you a friend” she hands a tray of food to the lawyer “Aaaaand also because the Devil was on my tail.”

“Hey? How come?” Ayami lifts her head from the soup she was going to start drinking.

“Well… to summarize and clarify the story” Youko puts her hands together “when you passed out from exhaustion because of your Frenzy, Raian just wasn't mad because it was because of me he discovered that you could be strong, but that you need training to really be. Of course, he said that to me in the dumbest way possible, something like ‘Hey Late-Night devil, I know I'm handsome, but if you wanted to kill her and take her place, you'd call her to a duel instead of wasting her time. training to exhaustion’, or something like that. I mean, ewwww bro, you're my cousin...yes, he's a very distant cousin in the clan and it's ok, but my type is different you know… I prefer the galant, silver tongued ones… and who tolerates the smell of nicotine, because sometimes I smoke…”

“Oh” she blushes “so… he really wants me to keep training…”

Youko stops her blabbering in a halt “Definitely yes. We Kure, in general, like strong people, we pride ourselves on being a clan that has specialized and toned for combat, so it's only natural that we like people who have guts... but even more so who can use their guts like a whip and don’t feel a thing, haahahahah.”

“Yes, but what saddens me is that it is precisely the worst thing I have…”

“Well, I wouldn't say it's the worst thing... But we have to see that from your Frenzy” Youko nods “in your case it's a hyperconcentration that makes you dangerous in battle, but often it becomes a double-edged sword, isn't it?”

“Yes, I… that's why I stopped training.”

“So, that's your mistake” she gets closer to the table “you stopped training because you have to concentrate on what you're doing and that wakes up the Frenzy, but what you should have done is train until you don't need to concentrate to wield a sword. Not needing Frenzy to keep fighting, you know?”

Ayami blinked in surprise “I… I had never thought of that…”

“Yeah, it happens, you're not a warrior, nor were you surrounded by warriors like us” the assassin opens a wide smile “but you can be.”

Ayami had to stop and think about it while she ate. She kind of knew and didn't know at the same time about this “Kure like strong partner” thing at the same time, but she really wondered if it really was real strength. Apparently several of the Kure appreciated brute strength more, and Raian was among those. She for a moment thought she could show him that her mental strength was worth more than her swordsmanship. Did she really need to do this to show her worth?

At least she had something that made him really look at her, and see her as something more than a rat. She felt strange, though. She didn't like being a swordswoman, did she really have to change that to be accepted?

“I'm glad I'm good at it, but, you know, Youko… I don't like being a warrior…”

“Well, many of us don't like it” Youko sighs “I don't really like it myself, but one thing my old man once said to me, which I keep to this day, is: ‘it's better to be a warrior in a garden’...”

"... ‘than a gardener on the battlefield’." Ayami completes.

“That. So, it's that thing, you have to train, at least for it to stop being a problem for you. This can harm you, later on, if you don't leave it resolved…”

It still wasn't enough to convince Ayami completely, but it was a minimum for her to give the benefit of the doubt. And if that served her purpose…

“Okay… I think I will continue… but I have to have an alarm or something… or something that really takes me out of the Zone…”

“We think of something to wake you up. But for now, finish your meal” she smiles “but I'm happy for you. You, my dear, have finally caught his interest, congratulations.”

“Thank you” Even though it wasn't the way she expected, and really didn't want to have to try so hard, Ayami felt that this was a victory. She felt a little proud of herself for that. She smiled, feeling her cheeks warm “I… I really hope so. I'm still afraid, but mutual respect is the least I expect from me and my fiancée.”

“Exactly” Youko smiles more “And look, considering the guy, this is a real victory” she gets up “I'll get some technique books for us to study, don't leave there.”

“Okay” she sees the assassin quickly leave the room.

Ayami, alone, sighed as she ate.

Fiancée. What a strange word to describe their relationship… she'd hardly even call it friendship, but this is the thing about an arranged marriage. Deep down, like any girl, she had dreamed of meeting someone in a natural and healthy way, maybe talking to someone in a town’s square, or in a coffee shop… or even in a bakery, when she would buy bread for home, or a cake for her brother's birthday. Or on a date with some old college friends, if she'd cultivated any.

The funny thing is that in less than two months everything had turned upside down. And instead of a decent, caring boyfriend, she had a dopey, psychopathic asshole as a fiancé. Tall, blond, muscular, strong and even charming, okay, but still with a sour personality whose only fun was to constantly bully and annoy her. She preferred to see him sleeping, or lying down with his eyes closed, when at least that smirk wasn't in use.

He wasn't that bad, in terms of looks... but no, she definitely didn't like him, but there was no use crying, that was counterproductive, she would do whatever it took to grab this opportunity to save everyone at home...

At least so that her brother could have a full and happy life.

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