#This is unedited btw

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tags: ex!husband gojo x reader, gojo and reader both have a 3 y/o, flashback to making out, slight angst, satoru's father being on our side (maybe?), mentions of children, satoru slightly jealous, satoru and reader co-parenting

wc: 2.3k

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

You want the ground to eat you alive when you see your ex-husband, satoru making pancakes with your daughter as he once promised the night before. Saori, your three-year-old, is innocently unaware of the sexual tension from last night; mesmerized by the array of toppings in front of her.

“I, uh...” you feel awkward for intervening during this father-daughter moment. “If you need me, I’ll be taking a shower.” you add, “be good with papa, saori, ok?” when you see the two of them nod, like spitting images of one another, your cheeks tighten. making you turn your heel to the bathroom.

“make a heart for mama,” you hear your daughter giggle as your ex-husband's voice instructs, making you sigh as you’re already at the bathroom’s door.

(flashback from last night):

You don’t know what pulls you in, but you kiss him. hungrily. feverishly as your lips move against his as if he were yours, something you had decided to allow yourself to have. just this once. Satoru instinctively kisses you back, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist so as to not let you go. as if you would evaporate into thin air like smoke. he had to keep you with him, couldn’t let you leave. he didn’t want you to, not with the way you kiss him, the way your pretty fingers glide along his undercut just the way he likes it as your fingertips tug on his hair making him see stars. Your ex-husband takes the chance to press you against the wall. placing his thigh between your own, he allows his hands to travel up and down your sides, making you shiver ever so slightly as you pull him closer. the familiar heat and throbbing sensation within you pull him closer, not caring if you’d burn in the process. “Satoru...” you sigh against his lips. I want you. It’s a game of tug and pull, your mind urging you to him as he does nothing to pull back. and suddenly, you're reminded where you are. who you’re with, why you’re here, and the situation between you both makes you feel all the shame you would. you can't do this. you can’t call him yours, can’t murmur those three words, can’t do what you’d imagine in the late hours of the night. not when he's this close and this real to you. he wasn’t yours, and the realization was as bitter as your departure. “I have to go,” you exhale, pushing him away. no matter how weak your push was, satoru is off of you in an instant. pupils blown and lips swollen as he watches you walk away. heart and mind throbbing as he’s too dizzy to do anything. he’s frozen. unsure of what’s happened between the two of you. so he lets you go. even if he doesn’t want to let you. you force yourself to walk to your room where your daughter peacefully sleeps, closing the door behind you as you lean against it. eyes shut as you wrap your arms around you, releasing a small sigh of what feels like mixed want and possibly regret. what the hell did you just do?

When you return from your shower you find your daughter happily aid her father in setting up the table.

“mommy!” you daughter calls you, ecstatic over the pancakes set in display on the table, “say good morning to daddy!” and for a moment you want to slap yourself for educating your child so well. teaching her to always greet everyone with kindness. waving to satoru feels like a royal obligation before he simply waves back, resuming his attention to your daughter, explaining the different toppings he’s sorted out on the table. he whispers something to her. "... and have mommy choose her own toppings, 'kay princess?"

princess. you suddenly feel hot as you look away. grateful your daughter and ex-husband were too busy on the plates to notice you walk towards the kitchen, oddly reaching for a cold glass of water instead of coffee.

"everything okay?" you nearly jump, noticing your husband walk behind you. he reaches for a tablecloth inside a nearby cabinet.

"y-yeah, just a bit dehydrated." you explain, "your father's party will be inside, correct?"

"yes." satoru replies, "he mentioned something about having an indoor bouncy house. probably for all the kids coming."

"I didn't know you could do that, have them inside, I believe. bouncy houses were normally always outside when I was a kid. that or establishments would have them indoors."

"yeah, well I guess we'll just have to wait and see. I'm pretty sure my dad just made the arrangments inside so saori won't get sunburn. the weather forecast for today says it'll be warmer than usual."

"yeah," you chuckle dryly. "must be why I need more water." you awkwardly raise your glass a bit before looking over your shoulder, watching how your daughter neatly picks her strawberries, decorating them around her plate. "she seems to be having fun."

"yeah," your husband turns as well, "that's the goal, isn't it?"

you nod.

"we should probably join her." you say, walking past him, "wouldn't want her to feel too alone, would we?"

"are you still trying?" satoru is suddenly pulled from his thoughts by his father who holds his daughter, smothering her in affection while your ex-husband watches you across the room laugh politely at something higuruma, his father's soon-to-be lawyer, says. too close for his liking.

"yeah," he murmurs, slightly annoyed. he quickly offers you a carefree, reassuring smile when you turn to see him, eyes looking for your daughter as you stand across the room. relax, he tells you with his smile, she's fine.

your motherly stare and sigh makes his stomach swirl, shortly before you've returned to converse with hiromi while satoru turns to his father. "sorry, what did you say?"

"I said," his father enunciates, "this is my favorite grandchild."

"well, she's your only grandchild."

"I know, and I should blame you for these shortcomings. I thought I'd have another by now. it's one of the things that is wrong with your generation, your perception of divorce. when I was your age, marriage was forever. through thick and thin. not this." and satoru can only sigh, reminiscing of times where he too thought forever was with you.

(flashback):

"sounds like somebody loves me." "somebody does," satoru grins, tightening the grip around your waist as the two of you lay in soft sheets, away from the world in a last-minute romantic weeklong getaway trip. he smiles, "and somebody said yes to marrying me. lucky girl." "is she?" the humor in your tone makes him laugh. "I don't know... I think she's very brave to do that, sacrificing herself, what a hero." he chuckles, "maybe... maybe she deserves a statue? a medal?" "a bracelet would be just fine after that ring you just got me." you grin. "silver or gold?" "oh, you know me. white gold obviously." "I know. I just love that look in your eyes when I do that to you." "do what?" "mess with you." "you're so mean." "I know, but you love me." "unfortunately," he dramatically gasps at your word, making you stifle a laugh. "I'm kidding, satoru. just... be nice for the rest of the night. will you?" "can do, princess," he grins, "want me to get you that new purse you saw at the mall the other day?" "you don't have to buy my feelings, you know." "I know, but I like making you feel like you can get anything you want. especially from me." he kisses the top of your head, "that's my job." "and mine?" "to love me, of course. and to feel loved." "anything else?" he hums. "maybe give me a baby. if we're both ready, that is." "you really want one?" "with you? of course. not to mention you'd look beautiful all swollen..." he kisses your cheek, "...sensitive..." he kisses your chest, squeezes your hip, "godly... and they say women have a pregnancy glow." "mmm... what if I don't have a glow? what if I'm all-" "impossible. you already have a glow. always. pregnant or not. besides, how could I not worship you when you're carrying my child? you're doing the most important job of all, and I'd love you regardless. baby or not." "you're doing too much satoru." "mm... that's because I love you." "you do" you whisper, cupping the back of his head, fingers between his locks as you pull him closer, "so so much."

(flashback):

"do you think we'll last forever?" you ask, softly above a whisper in the comfort of your shared bed. it had been 3 days since your arrival to tahiti, a week-long romantic getaway where satoru proposed on your first night of arrival. too lovesick to wait. as you're laid at his side, satoru takes your hand and kisses your fingertips, lazily at the back of your hand. "why do you say that?" he tries to mask his tone with humor, "already having second thoughts after I proposed?" "no, no. not at all," you blush, "I just... I worry, is all, satoru. you know how things happen." "you know they can't go wrong. not when I love you like this," he says, rising up to place soft kisses behind your ear, "not when I've proposed already. even my dad knows, you know. so it's serious." "he... he does?" "of course," he holds back a laugh, "he mentioned marriage the minute you left, first time he saw you." he chuckles, "even the stars might be in our favor. everyone might as well be." you hum, holding him close as you nod, mindlessly basking in the warmth he gives you. "are you having second thoughts?" "no... just... worried for the future." you admit, "sometimes... I feel like I'm dreaming when I'm with you. like I'm bound to wake up and all that I've grown to love will one day disappear." you chuckle nervously, "sorry. it's the nerves." "we'll be fine," he reassures you, "and don't apologize. this is probably my fault for not reassuring you enough. so why don't you lay back and enjoy yourself while I make my future wife feel good, yeah?" he kisses the crown of your head, "it's about time I please my girl, mm?"

not much happens that day. saori's grandfather treats you kindly as possible, and as much as you try to deny it, you suspect he's upset with satoru over something. you worry it must be about him staying over with you, or the fact that he has a girlfriend and he stayed over his ex-wife's. you worry his father might see you differently, but the man treats you all but the same. taking time to ask what saori's interests have been now that she's older. satoru's father makes a mental note, keeping his granddaughter's interests as ideas for future gifts. the man held some likeness to satoru; he loved giving gifts. it was one of the few things that tied father and son alike.

"how has he been with you, now that you're co-parenting?" your father in law asks. from a distance, you watch satoru nod at something nanami kento, the finances leader department chair, says. the two of them were moderate friends. you'd known since he was invited to your wedding. it wasn't until after your divorce that you've stopped speaking with him. your social groups have all shifted as a result.

"he's been fine," you tell him, "we... we try to be flexible about it. I don't want us to be like most stereotypical divorced parents. making our child choose one or the other or imposing damaging habits," you say, feeling yourself go on autopilot as you hold your daughter. she seems to be wanting to take a nap. "satoru and I try to make it work."

"forgive me for asking," your in law gently intrudes, "but... what of his mistress? has he-"

"-he's been doing his best," you tell him. "he... I don't really get into his other personal affairs, but..." you bite the inside of your cheek and swallow, feeling dryness in your throat. "he seems to be serious with her."

"and... do you mind?"

"I worry about saori." you tell him. "all I care is about her. I just..." you sigh, trying to find the right words, "I just worry about her one day feeling like she was the spare child, or her feeling cast aside." you furrow your brows. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do as a mother, and I don't know what satoru plans to do either." you pause. "I just don't want to overwhelm him, I suppose. with work, being a dad, and navigating a relationship, I..."

"you worry about making him feel like he's got too much on his plate."

"yeah." you exhale, "the last thing I want is to distance us more than what we are." following your eyes, your in law speaks.

"I understand your concern. from what I've known, my son was always in love with you, and I'm certain he still carries some of that love for you and your child. my question is, would you consider starting fre- oh," your in law pauses, surprised to greet his son. "you've returned."

"it's almost 3." satoru says, turning to you, "saori's nap time. has she...?"

"she wants to, but she's kind of struggling with the ambience of so many people around her..."

"I can take her to bed," your ex-husband suggests, "my dad has a private room above this floor. we can have her rest there."

"then I'll go with you," you say, standing as you carry your daughter. "I'm a bit tired myself, if that's alright."

"no, yeah." your ex-husband thoroughly nods, motioning you to join him, "I'll show you where, yeah? I suppose I could also use the minute. this room feels a bit stuffed," and when you turn to face your in law, you note he's already gone. wondering if he's left to talk to another executive or grant his son a minute alone with his ex-wife in hopes of...

"just follow me," he says, and you do.

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

Southwestern Ohio Wetlands, May 2024.

[glutko]

[arc852]

I just wanted to say I really like your Joel-Skizz g/t thing! It was really well written

Oh, thank you so much! I'm so happy you liked it! I'm actually working on the full story of it now! I'm still only halfway through the first chapter but hopefully I can get that done and posted soon!

And, just for you, here's a sneak peek!

 Eventually, he got his body to move, using his sore arms to sit up. He brushed the dirt off his face and tried his best to get it out of his hair. Once the majority was gone he was able to open his other eye up and finally take a look around him. 

 Before he could truly notice anything, however, he heard a noise coming from beside him and he looked to see another person laying in the dirt. Lucky for the guy, he was laying on his back, but he seemed to be in somewhat the same amount of pain Joel had been in. “Hey, are you alright?” Joel asked, reaching down and gently nudging the guy’s shoulder.

 The guy was broad shouldered with multiple scars running up and down his arms. He even had some on his face. He seemed…strangely familiar somehow. But Joel couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

 “Hey, come on, get up.” Joel said, nudging him again. If Joel could get up then this guy could. Probably. Hopefully.

 “Nnngh…Don’t wanna,” Came a mumbled reply. At least that was a good sign, meant the guy was alive at least.

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listen ronancers i love y’all but this tag and the ao3 feed is just way too empty for the fact that it’s International Women’s Day. this will not stand. have a sneak peek at the next chapter of this story that we found ourselves in and remember that women are fantastic amazing brilliant wonderful powerful incredible and of course very very hot

Nancy is awake first the next morning. Robin knows this even before she opens her eyes. She can feel Nancy’s fingers ghosting over her forehead, down her cheek, back and around the shell of her ear.

She wrinkles her nose and leans forward blindly. Her forehead bumps against Nancy’s shoulder, and she can feel Nancy’s silent laughter.

“Morning, Robs,” she whispers into her ear.

“M’sleeping.”

“Okay.” Lips press against the side of her head, then on the corner of her brow. Robin shivers and winds her arm around Nancy’s waist to pull her closer.

“What time is it?” Robin asks, her voice low with sleep. Nancy hums, the sound reverberating in her chest. Robin presses further into her.

“Almost nine. We’ll have to get up soon if we want to actually make something of the day.”

Robin shakes her head a little. “I’m happy like this.”

“Well, I for one would like to shower at some point. I feel gross.”

“You feel perfect,” Robin mumbles. She opens her eyes and turns to kiss the crook of Nancy’s neck, just to prove her point.

“I think you’re biased,” whispers Nancy.

“You caught me.” Another kiss. “What do you want to do today?”

“The woman at the front desk said there were walking trails around the property. Apparently one of them heads back to the pond—it’s supposed to be really pretty.”

“I bet it is,” says Robin. “But it’ll be cold. We should wait until the afternoon.”

“Are you just saying that to get me to stay in bed?”

“Depends. Is it working?”

Nancy threads her fingers through Robin’s hair, pulling just enough to get her to raise her head. She kisses the tip of Robin’s nose, then her cheek, the base of her ear, the corner of her jaw—until Robin gets impatient and twists to capture her lips in a proper kiss. Nancy hums into it, her tongue swiping over Robin’s lower lip for a second before Robin gladly opens her mouth and deepens the kiss.

Robin moves slowly, lazily almost, enjoying every soft, sweet brush of Nancy’s lips against hers. She slides her hand down Nancy’s side before slipping her fingers beneath her cotton sleep shirt and pushing leisurely up again. Nancy’s skin is soft, and warm from the blankets, and she sighs happily as Robin’s palm reaches her breast.

But then she pulls back, smiling a little as she leans her forehead against Robin’s. “I really do want a shower.”

Robin pouts. “Rude.”

But she pulls her hand back. Nancy laughs softly and presses one last, chaste kiss to her lips. Then she pushes herself up and crawls out of bed. She pulls her sleep shirt off, shimmies out of her pajama pants, and gives Robin a smile over her shoulder before ducking into the bathroom.

[sobekc]

pinterest gets it

[ttimecode]

HEY WAIT WHAT THE FUCK

[strwbi-laces]

September snippet

Here’s some more from the darksun fic!! Tagged by @babblingflowers tyy

“Also, fuck you. Who cares if I’m stupid? I finished my A-Levels! Never have to go back there again.”

She’s cute, Barty thinks as James waves her hands around, spilling a few drops of milk. It matches her dress, perfectly white and flowy with lace details. Fucking lace. God, she’s trying so hard and even then, cute isn’t really a compliment in this case. James is too much. Far too much. And though Barty has no idea what she will do with all her much, she likes seeing her anyway. Call it curiosity.

Tagging @iheartmoons and @ryder-the-writer no pressure <33

[valeriianz]

we meet again, old friend... the Last Line Tag Game. Thanks @hardly-an-escape, @honeyteacakes, @mathomhouse-e, @issylra and @quillingwords (wow i let this pile up, huh?)

Hob has an idea, but it might truly break him.

“Pretend–” he takes a breath, holding it in. “Like it’s just us. Like before…”

with how often this tag game comes back around, ive truly forgotten who's already done it lol but lets go with @wordsinhaled and @aeon-of-neon @virgo-dream

[ashestoshadows]

Perfectly cut noise anyone?

[houseofmad]

“Here you go!” she tried to place the folder of papers down gently but with how heavy it was she ended up practically slamming the stack down, “All two hundred and eighty pages.”

“Hmm,” he merely nodded, skimming over a page of some documents he was reading.

As not to disturb him, she stood back, hands behind her as she waited for him to finish, when he did, he put his paper down and looked over at her pile. He was wearing those glasses again, and she wasn’t sure if it was for style or reading but he looked good in them.

He pulled the first paper off her stack and read it. “You have a nice handwriting.”

It probably was a reference to how most people called doctors’ handwritings ‘chicken scratches’. Of course, most of the doctors in the hospital did not have neat handwriting because they spent so many hours of the day in operations and the like that their hands cramped up. She had to admit that her hands were not an exception. The only reason her handwriting was so neat was that she forced it to stay that way as to be legible for Shirou to read.

“Thank you,” she mumbled, trying to hide the glow of pride in her voice. The words on his document caught her eye, not the content of the paper, just the writing. Exchanging glances between the white haired man and the documents he was pouring over, her smile faltered before she reached over and snatched the paper from him. To her immense surprise, the documents were all written in Arabic. “Wha…”

A quiet chuckle followed, and she looked at him, her brow lowering a little. He had a playfully taunting smirk on his lips as he gathered her translated novel closer to his side of the desk. He leaned back in his chair, beginning to read the book.

“You can read Arabic,” she stated in a steely voice.

He shrugged, “I never said I couldn’t. I merely asked if you would ‘be so kind as to translate’. I’m afraid I can’t take the blame this time. You neglected to ask what I could or couldn’t read.”

Begrudgingly, she couldn’t argue. She had not asked him due to the mere assumption she made that he could only speak English and Japanese however thinking about it he wouldn’t go to a foreign land without learning its language. He was smart like that so he must’ve learned the cultural language or picked it up on his travels.

“You see, Doctor,” and he leaned further back on his chair so that it was rocking lightly on the last two legs, “I have come to notice that you have a habit to assume everyone only knows what you know.”

“That’s not true,” she countered, watching his chair rather than him because her heart was beginning to beat faster at the thought of how smart he is. Stop that. She told her heart that denied her.

“It is,” he merely chuckled. “You’re nasty habit of being reckless is you’re poor attempt at being overly protective because rather than assuming the soldiers or I have more experience out on the field, you somehow think we always need your help or else without it we will end up dead. You assumed I only knew two languages because…. you only know two…. You think every man is the same simply because… all the men you met were the same...”

His words were a jumbled mess in her head. She had stopped listening to his words and started to pay more attention to his voice. It always had a rather indifferent tone, yet he covered it up in sarcasm and eloquence except when he got surprised he often dropped the sophistication and mannerisms. When that happened for some reason, she couldn’t help but think he reminded her of a child. His voice was deep and smooth like velvet but it was very pleasing to her ears, mature until the sarcasm came dripping onto it, then it was easily ignored.

What are you thinking?

“Are you listening to me?” he frowned, staring at her. “Hey.”

The Doctor gasped lightly, holding her hands close to her. “No,” she admitted, “You started talking and…”

His expression turned to that of vexation, “I was saying how you always assume everyone only knows what you know. You’re a very immodest woman.” He merely stated, still lightly rocking on the chair.

She placed her hands behind her, annoyed at herself for barely paying attention to their conversation and rather more focused on him. Though she had accepted why this was happening more and more lately, it still irked her that she kept picking up more on the little tidbits about him. She thought about his words, processing them and realizing he had just insulted her. The Doctor might have been quite daft at times, especially when it came to insults. Usually, she had come to ignore most, except when it came from Shirou she did not like when he was right. If she was arrogant, he was incredibly and irritatingly smug.

Smiling, she placed her hands over her mouth, giggling.

“What exactly is so funny, Doctor?” he asked in that same annoying tone of mockery.

“You said I assume people only know what I know, but that’s not true.”

“Oh, it is?”

“Hm hmm,” she resumed her previous posture, still laughing, almost devilishly. “I know more than most people.”

Shirou paused, pretending to think about that, “No, you’re just arrogant so you say this, but it still does not change the fact that you think otherwise.”

“Oh, so then I can assume you know what oxytocin is? It gets released when you pet a dog, it’s one of the ‘happy hormones’ along with dopamine and serotonin,” her statement made him give her a curious look, “It’s also released during sexual activity and orgasm. In 2012, there was a study on oxytocin and fidelity, stating that the more time spent with your significant other produces more oxytocin and therefore produces a more sexual desire for said partner. Oh, and then of course oxytocin is also released during lactation. It is also dubbed by some as the ‘milk ejection reflex’ helping the breast flow of the milk.” About halfway through her explanation, Shirou lost his balance and fell except she went on with her talk without stopping, and he stayed on the floor for a while until she finished.

Standing up, he dusted his pants. “I had not expected you to talk of such things.”

She merely snickered. “Are you alright, sayidi almuhtaram?[1]”

He tilted his head lightly in question, “laqad 'asbahat 'akthar jur'atan ya sayidati.[2]”

The Doctor blushed at his words, though slightly pouted at the fact he really did know Arabic. She busied herself with the chair so he wouldn’t notice her pink cheeks. “Well, I suppose you have two copies of the book now. Enjoy.” And she waved goodbye so as not to be distracted anymore.

[1] In Arabic: Sir?

[2] In Arabic: You’re getting bolder, my lady.

[adorasbuttcheek]

I originally wanted to post this panel by itself to let it speak for itself but... the follow up just transforms this into such a wonderful one-two punch...

[enby-catgirl]

waht. how.

[bj-cuntycunt]

[red-hood-vigilante]

pilot silhouettes my beloved

[cupcakesmoothie]

I did all three backstories for Touchstarved (I have 12 hours on this thing and it's only the demo)

Kuras and Vere don't seem to have red options, but Vere does have a secret ending and Kuras... I don't know, holds you for a bit longer?

For Mhin, it really is just picking The Alchemist backstory. You can call them short or whatever and you'll still get it.

For Leander, you have to take the flowers and keep touching him. It's okay if you hold back the first time even.

For Ais, you gotta tell him fuck you and pet the soulless, and after that red option pretty much all yours.

Differences I found between the three backstories:

It is pretty much like how they tell you, Oracle gets premonitions, Hound has experience with people and survival, and Alchemist has knowledge about magic and science, so there's different things you find out with each one.

The Alchemist:

I may be a little bit biased, but think The Alchemist is the most informative (It's also the first one I picked). There's the expected info of noticing that Vere's collar is enchanted, or knowing about how strong Leander really is when it comes to magic, but it's got the added bonus of MC's mentor having been in the Senobium in the past.

Compared to the others, The Alchemist is more familiar with Senobium, albeit through word of mouth. It's interesting how many times the MC says something similar to "I didn't know the Senobium did that." It calls into question whether MC's teacher was lying, or more interestingly (and what I think might be the case), the Senobium has changed a lot recently. It's talked about, even without the Alchemist backstory, that the Senobium used to be somewhere you could go to for help, but now most of the characters you meet do not like the Senobium, so what changed?

The Hound:

The Hound (the least popular option, apparently) was pretty fun. The Hound notices more about Ais, specifically that he's very suited to be a leader, and that the number of scars he has (one) seems suspicious for his temperament (or "how seasoned he acts", as the MC puts it).

One thing that I found very fun was doing Mhin's route as the Hound. They're somewhat able to keep up! They can (or tried to) recognize tells, and noted that Mhin was one of the few people who was able to sneak up on them. They also weren't sure how Vere managed to get their key. They were also prepared to steal to survive.

The Oracle:

While The Hound notices physical things, the Oracle notices... how do you say, otherworldly things. The Seaspring seems to be hiding a lot (of course it is), but the MC notices a heartbeat. A presence. They feel something from Ais. The name Ocudeus means something, they can feel it. They feel like they can see Ais' tattoo move.

Also, the MC feels something from Mhin and Kuras (in his clinic at least), which is interesting!

If I had to decide which love interest was better with which backstory...

Vere: The fact that the Alchemist thought that they could tell what enchantments were on his collar if only they could touch it feels promising! And both their connections (though I mean connection in the loosest term for MC here) to the Senobium makes it feel like you might very well find something.

The Hound might be one of the few who can actually survive this guy if I'm gonna be honest. (I mean you can still get killed by him but. You know.)

Ais: The Oracle's sixth sense makes going to the Seaspring a lot more interesting compared to the others, and the way they can feel something from Ais is very cool.

The Hound can tell his character better than the others, and I wonder how that will come into play later on.

Kuras: The Alchemist knows their way around spell-crafting and alchemy (When I picked this I wondered if they would be able to help Kuras around the clinic, which doesn't happen, but hey it might).

The Oracle seems to also feel something from him.

Mhin: First things first, their red option literally requires you to have the Alchemist backstory. Mhin's precision is noticed by the other MCs sure, but not to that detail.

Watching the Hound observe where they could be was so fun to watch. It feels like this MC will be able to keep up.

The Oracle feels something from Mhin, something inhuman.

Leander: The Alchemist was able to tell that the flash of magic was a barrier spell, and that most magic (or at least the ones they're familiar with) uses an incantation or spell circle. His didn't.

But either way, there will be things to find no matter the backstory you choose, and all of the character's stories are intertwined, so don't let this dissuade you from a specific backstory! There will always be things to find, you just need to look.

Extra: I found it pretty cool how each MC has a different way of knowing what a Groupmind is. Story-wise this makes sense of course, but each of their reactions to it are slightly different, from I heard this from rumours of people in cults (Hound), to I used to be told I could put people in a groupmind (Oracle), to legends suggest it was possible with a strong enough catalyst but it's never been done before (Alchemist).

Also, it's interesting to know what they each think of surroundings (specifically the Amaryllis district). They all have different opinions from I used to be told bizarre things about this place and now I kinda get it (Alchemist), to it's not that different from the place I grew up in (Hound), to it's VERY different from where I grew up in (Oracle).

And if I'm not mistaken, the reason Vere gives for your desperation is different for all of them!

You can find gameplay from me on my Youtube channel, or watch me getting all the red options and secret ending here:

I didn't read it out loud cause my mic sorta sucks and sometimes it peaks and gets a bit shrill. Also you see how my mouse moves sometimes? It means I'm screaming. I don't think I'd have been able to keep calm enough for this. Also my reading kinda sucks anyway hope you like it lol