For people who play both Twisted Wonderland and Ensemble Stars!
Just some interesting things~
Eichi and Lilia share the same Japanese voice actor. (Hikaru Midorikawa)
Riddle and Hiyori (and Ken Kaneki if you watch Tokyo Ghoul as well as Tanjiro Kamado if you watch Demon Slayer — Natsuki Hanae)
Leona and Keito (and Alhaitham if you play Genshin — Yuichiro Umehara)
And Jade and Akiomi Kunugi! (Wataru Komada)
That is all~
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luocha's voice is so calming...
imagine fucking him sensually, slowly, lovingly. and his moans are even prettier🥰🥰🫶🏻🫶🏻 filling my heart w serenity and love
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he’d look so pretty in white lingerie <3333 and his long hair ngngmgnfngnfjrbf gGGrRRRAAA i wanna comb his hair and kiss his shoulders, watch how easily his skin flushes because of how fair he is. his shaky breaths as you explore his body, slowly undoing the ties and ribbons of the white lace piece, unravelling before your eyes.
but you don’t take off everything, because the white lingerie just looks so gorgeous on him. no, instead it hangs rather messily on him; one strap falling off his shoulder, the panties pushed lazily to one side, the ribbon that was tied over his chest undone as it is now exposed to your hungry touches.
he shouldn’t be here actually, he’s a travelling merchant. but something about you draws him in, somehow he always finds himself coming back to you. maybe it’s the way you kiss his body, or the way you hold him so firmly and yet still gentle, how you always seem to know where to touch him that has him trembling.
“did you find this piece while on your travels?” you toyed with the silky garment, brushing your fingers over the translucent fabric on his hips. “it looks gorgeous on you.”
luocha sucks in a shaky breath, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. “i… thought you’d appreciate it,” his voice was soft, eyes following your hands. you were going excruciatingly slow today, perhaps you were appreciating the lingerie a little too much.
the little white panties barely covered anything, already soaked with precum as evidence of how long you’ve been at it. it didn’t take much to push the string that made up the back half of the panties to the side, your fingers massaging the puckered skin of his hole. luocha bit down on his bottom lip, anticipating the feeling of your fingers pushing in and filling him up; oh how he’s missed the feeling.
you watched as the rise and fall of his chest quickens with the anticipation, his hips twitching and pushing against your hand.
“plea—please…” he whispers, and you oblige him. pushing a lubed finger in first, before pulling out and pushing in two. you listen to his quiet whine, his abdomen quivering as he tries to relax and accommodate the stretch. curling your fingers, you search for a spot along his spongy walls, stroking the way you know he likes it.
luocha grips at the sheets, the muscles in his belly flexing when your fingers brush over a particularly sensitive spot and he finds he cannot control the way his legs twitch, nor the high pitched whimpers that escape his mouth.
it didn’t help that your other hand has found it’s way to his cock, gently palming it through the fabric of the panties and his hips bucks pathetically, unsure if it wants to thrust into your palm or push down on your fingers. you smile at his predicament, kissing down his inner thighs and biting a dark mark into his milky skin. it pleased you greatly to see the blonde man in such a state, normally so put together and elegant now with his hair a mess and sticking to his sweaty skin that was flushed a crimson red.
it didn’t take long for luocha to release into the panties, soiling it further as he gasps for breath, body tensing and trembling helplessly beneath your touch. he stares at the ceiling, your warm touch already leaving his body and leaving him cold in the bed. as a travelling merchant he should be glad that you kept your business short, but he can’t help how he wishes you would stay just a while longer.
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❝ 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦 . . . 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 . . . [ dr. sawyer ]
[ spoilers for ch. 3 ! ]
DogDay's voice actor is shared with that of Dr. Sawyer, the doctor responsible for the Bigger Bodies Project. And while I was shocked to find out that they were the same and not shared with Rich from another tape in Chapter 3, I must say I do enjoy the idea of it if not only for the angst !
DogDay notes how their voices sound similar if he hears the VHS, but only to himself and it feels like a slug to the gut. He struggles a lot with the questions he has for himself after that -- if this is what he always was, or if he was that man -- that monster -- who did all of these terrible, cruel things to people. Only to be fed to the very machine he made.
Needless to say, it messes with his head a bit. DogDay has no memory or remaining pieces of Dr. Sawyers life if he was him . . . but does that mean anything when no one else can seem to remember either? And if he was him, does that mean he deserved all he suffered? Perhaps he was never even good at all, just a broken toy masquerading as a good dog.
The internal conflict is a bit inspired by Nick Valentine, and that goodness he wants to do is something he calls his. No matter who's mind and matter is in his stitched up body, that good he did is something that cannot be taken away from him and he finds solace in that.
In the end, as it stands at least, there's true explanation. No outright confirmation of it, and therefore all he can do is wonder. Wonder if these thoughts are his or not. Strung between the extremes of a mad scientists brain and a company that doesn't care, he grapples with what it means to be anything at all.
But if he had to choose, he would like to be kind.
Dr. Sawyer always remains as a shadow in his mind though -- not as a real entity or even a spirit, but as someone -- something --- he's haunted by. A collection of best guess ideas of who he may have been. Something he can't quite escape and can't quite put to rest, always wondering if some cruelty he did unintentionally is some subconscious version of him unrelenting and persisting after the transformation.
He will never know what Doctor Sawyer looks like, but flickering images of what he could have looked like stay stuck in his mind. So too does that voice, the voice that never fit the cardboard cutouts and promo material, the voice he speaks with.
The voice that played on that VHS tape.
Personally, I'd like to leave it more as a what-if possibility on this blog as I feel its more impactful if he can never know. Having to make peace with not knowing and carrying on anyways, growing beyond the shadow of that past -- of who and what he endured before.
With choosing everyday to wake up and define himself, to define what it means to be DogDay through his actions. Regardless of the rest of it.
Because sometimes it's not about knowing everything, sometimes it's about making your peace and letting it go and moving beyond it -- growing beyond it.
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