#anyway i have their story all in my head….. the question is if id be able to get it out LMAO

[drowsystarlight]

Quick and messy sketch but here is my Runner Five :333

Sheet belongs to @crownleys!!

[todayisafridaynight]

any hopes for kiwami 3? like things u wanna see added or changed stuff like that

if they dont keep kiryu's goofy walk stance and the hoof-like walk sounds i dont wanna play it

[dirtybitfic]

Lets get horny

chris x y/n

Contains- talking about sexual topics, smutt, kinks, dom-chris, bondage, blindfolds, choking, slapping, rough, orgasm control, dirty talk, degradation, breeding kink, daddy kink.

y/n pov-

The guys decided to make a r-rated video and see how it goes and naturally they asked me to join them they said it was a "comfort" thing having me there when they talk about such topics.

I obviously said yes so right now we're parked in a spot and getting the camera ready.

i'm sitting in the back with nicks as he's going through the list of questions and topics well be talking about.

i've never been one to share my personal life on social media so i'm a bit stand offish with the video i'm about to be in but id do anything for them so here I am.

okay cameras set but y/n scoot closer to the middle so the camera can see you. matt says and I scoot closer touching legs with nick . I feel bad im so much in his space but it is what it is.

okay everyone ready nick asks and we all say yes.

Okay hey guys today were doing a rated r video since you all seemed to really want one nick says and we all nod along.

as you can see we have y/n here with us matt says looking back at me and I give an awkward smile and nod .

okay nick what's the first topic chris asks as he smiles a devious look on his face as he rubs his hands together.

okay umm first kiss stories well start if off a little chill he says

ill go first . okay I think I was like 15 and I was hanging out at the. park with some friends and I kissed a girl that was there and yeah thats it matt says as he smiles and looks at chris to go next

okay It was like 8th grade and I kissed a girl at our dance win the hallway and yeah that was my first kiss he says and then looks back at us .

I look at nick brows raised

I role my eyes as he smiles

okay fine ill go . I was a freshman in highschool and I went on a movie date with a kid who was literally 5'2 I shiver from the memory but yeah he kissed me

I look at nick waiting for him to answer

umm I think I was 17 and I went on my first date with a guy and he kissed me when he dropped me back off at home and yep thats it ... okay next topic .Ummm loosing our virginity

oh god I sigh as I lean my head back in embarrassment

ill go first I guess . It was senior year for me . it was very awkward chris says

I lost mine junior year also very awkward

I lost mine senior year

I internally scream as I know I have to answer now

I lost mine sophomore year

damn youngest out of all of us chris says smiling back at me and I cut my eyes and mouth "turn around" making him put his hands up in surrender and turn back around chuckling.

okay now well get into the juicy stuff , most embarrassing thing thats happened during sex he says with a laugh .

well there was one time a girl was riding me and I leaned forward at the same time as her and we but heads really hard and she started crying he says laughing

ooh awkward I say laughing a bit too.

there was one time a girl asked me to choke her and I gripped to tight and she choked cause I was pressing on her wind pipe

come on chris everyone knows you squeeze the sides not the middle I say rolling my eyes and smiling

okay ms choking expert he says looking back at me narrowing his eyes.

I shrug my shoulders

since you have so much to say lets hear yours he says tilting his head.

okay fine... there was one time a guy tried to talk dirty to me and I laughed right in his face

poor guy matt says and we all laugh

okay there was one time as guy hadn't uhh cleaned up the area well and I literally left cause I just couldn't do it nick says shaking his head.

I laugh damn nick

yeah yeah anyways next one this ones mostly for y/n cause its how many times has someone made you cum during sex and obviously its easier for guys then girls

I sigh as my face Gets red .

I look down at my hands as I mumble zero

sorry what I didnt hear you

I said zero

wait what ... never matt asks shocked

nope never I say as I get embarrassed

damn thats embarrassing for the guys you've been with chris says laughing .

okay now lets ask how many times have you two made someone cum

matt and Chris look at each other smiling

4 times I think matt answers shrugging

wait all in the same day I ask shocked .

yeah why he asks looking back at me smiling

oh nothing just wish it was that easy for me I say as I look out the window .

he nods his head in understanding as we all look in chris's direction

oh uhm I think 6 he says smirking after .

damn okay then well now we have some questions y/n wanna find a good one he asks and I say sure as I take the phone scrolling through trying to find a good one.

okay this one is bold but what's your kinks I read off as I look up .

I have a couple but ill say two ... chocking and... bondage but not like ropes just like belts and shit matt says turning a little red as he sighs and looks at chris .

ummm ill say a couple of mine , slapping, chocking uhhh breeding and daddy kink he answers confidently before looking back at us .

I try and hide the blush that creeps up o my face. I have a little crush on chris so hearing these things about him have me flustered and a little turned on.

nick you go first I say as I think through all my crazy ass kinks trying to think of the ones that won't be to crazy to admit.

okay uuh chocking, slapping and like dom and sub type thing he answers then looks at me .

hold up let me look through my list real quick .I say as I open my notes app

damn you got a whole list Chris asks a little shocked

yeah why is that a bad thing I ask a little nervous

no just didnt know people keep lists

well ... shit I don't know if I wanna out myself like this I say as I read through my list realizing most of them are a bit out there compared to theirs

nick looks over my shoulder whispering a damn making me smack him

girl you freaky the last one is crazyyy nick says as he chuckles.

now we have too know just read the chill ones matt says as he looks back at me

okay ummm... humiliation, impact play which is like slapping and whips and stuff , umm fuck thats the most chill one

they cant be that crazy chris says with raised brows as he looks back at me

oh don't be too sure about that nicks says and I smack his arm again.

okay fine ill say three more , choking , dom and sub and uhh cnc

wait what's cnc

umm consensual non consensual

hold up matt says as he looks up the definition

oh wow he says as he reads it and hands it to chris too read

oh ... so its like a submission type of thing

yeah I guess so idk I think its more liking the idea of playing out being forced even though its fully consensual

hmm okay I understand it better after you explained it like that

okayyy next one I say getting embarrassed . I look through the questions finding one I know will be juicy .

okay biggest sexual fantasy you have I read off as I look up waiting for one of them to answer

how about you go first this time matt says smiling back at me cocking his head to the side

nah last tike I checked this is you guys channel not mine y'all go first I sass back . I need to get a feel for how crazy there's are so I can narrow mine down to the best one to say out loud.

okay fine whatever i'll go nick says as he talks about his fantasy of someone overstimulation him which is very tame compared to all of mine.

okay mine would be like role playing as like a teacher or student or something like that Matt says as he looks at Chris waiting for him to answer.

okay mine is to have complete control over a girl like tying her up and going for hours until she's crying and begging me to stop chris says as he smirks .

my legs clench and I can feel a pulse start in between my thighs .

I gulp as they all turn to me waiting for me to answer

i... ummm I have a fantasy of being fucked by a guy in a ghost face mask I say as I get red and embarrassed

oh come on you have to have one more freaky than that chris says as he looks at me with a smirk

I mean I do but some of them I don't want to share to 6 million people I bite back making it obvious I don't want to share the other ones.

I know one of hers nicks says smiling and I slap his chest harder than I meant too

shut the fuck uuuup nick I say in a sing song voice showing my annoyance.

nah nick tell us chris says as he narrows his eyes at me like hes challenging me.

I sigh as I cover my face and sink lower in the seat

she has one of being tied down and blindfolded and being over stimulated and also..

I cu them off by slapping my hand over his mouth as he still says it into my hand but its muffled .

okay okay well stop chris says as he laughs and turns back around .

I take my hand off oh nicks mouth and he smiles wide before opening his mouth and the words fall out

being forced to crawl to a guy by a collar and chain he rushes out before scooting further away from me knowing im gonna beat his ass

both matt and chris eyes pop out of their head as they turn to me mouth open and brows raised

I read it in a book okay now turn the fuck around I say as I grab nicks arm and mouth "im gonna kill you"

he just smiles and goes to do the outro to the video.

once we finish we headed back to their house since I was sleeping over .

nick tells me hes gonna be in his room editing for a bit and I know that means he needs space and quiet so I decide to chill on the couch.

as im zoned out on my phone a hand grabs my shoulder making me jump .

I look back and see chris

he smiles at me and I return it

come with me he says as he holds out his hand

what why I say as I get up and take his hand

you'll see he says with a expression I cant place .

I gulp as I follow him to down the stairs and into his room.

he shuts the door and locks it making me even more nervous

so he says as he tilts his head and smirks

soo i question back as I stumble back as he steps closer

what did you think about the video he says as his hand comes up and traces my jaw

I gulp which makes him smile harder

it was fun I guess I-i don't know I stumble back again as he gets even closer .

mmm I know you liked it ... you wanna know why he asks as I smirk grows onto his face and his eyes sparkle with lust.

wh-why I question as my heartbeat accelerates

I saw the way you got red and your thighs clenched when I talked about all the things ive done

mm I hum as he closes the space between us so his front is flush with mine

his hand slides into my hair at the back as he pulls it tight making me look up at him

do I turn you on y/n he asks as he leans in closer our faces so close if I moved forward just an inch our lips would touch.

my face heats up as my knees buckle

I- uh I don't ... I cant even finish my sentence before he interrupts me

I think I do ...I think you want me just as much as I want you he says as he presses a soft kiss right under my ear making me whimper

am I right he whispers into my ear making me gulp.

I- y-yes I whisper . His hands moves to my neck squeezing a bit causing me to whimper .

He smiles as he walks me back until my legs hit the bed and I flop down on the edge .

He stands above me as I look up at him through my lashes.

here's what's gonna happen your gonna be a good girl and strip for me ... and then im gonna tie you up and use you . does that sound good ma

I whimper as I nod my head and start slipping my sweat shirt over my head then my shorts and underwear .

good now lay down he orders and I scoot myself further onto the bed and lay down.

He grabs my wrist as he ties my right arm to another one connected to something behind his bed frame then he switches to the other one doing the same thing.

I tug a bit too see how much movement I have which is little to none.

He moves to my legs and ties them so im spread out for him .

I whine from the way my limbs are tightening from the stretch which only makes him smile and chuckle.

fuck you look so hot tied up for me he groans as his hands roam my naked body until his hands move to my tits and he pinches and pulls my hard nipples making me gasp and arch off the bed. He continues groaning and adding a couple light slaps to my tits as he starts sucking on my neck leaving marks as he goes along.

Im a whimpering mess for him and ive never felt so alive. I never thought that video would lead to this but ive always wanted a man to do this too me and the man being chris makes me ten times wetter.

chris p-please I whine out in a begging tone wanting him to touch me where I need him most . I know I sound pathetic judging by the way he smirks into my neck .

what do you want baby he asks as he looks down at me .

a-anything just please I whimper as I look into his eyes.

he smiles before he moves to be in-between my thighs

fuck so wet for me he groans as he runs his fingers through my wetness making me gasp and buck into him .

his mouth all the sudden latched around my clit and he licks and sucks at the perfect pace that has me whining . He slips one finger into me and pumps it in and out making my legs tense and shake.

F-fuck chris I whine as I try and close my legs but remember they are tied and I physically cant close them.

he adds another finger and starts sucking on my clit sending my body into overdrive with how much pleasure im in.

f-fuck fuck oh-my I cry out as I shaking and gasping for air . Im so close and he can obviously tell by the way my body is trembling .

Come on slut cum all over my face he says before going right back to sucking and licking.

I scream his name as I reach my orgasm and my body goes tense in the restraints army legs shake .

thats it such a good girl he praises as I come down from the high . His fingers are still pumping in and out .

Im trying to catch my breathe as he comes back up and hovers over me placing kisses and bites on my neck and chest . He curls his fingers to perfectly hit the spot that drives me crazy.

C-chris wait I he cuts me off

You're gonna take it. I know you can he says in a deep gravely voice that makes me even more wet.

im whimpering and breathing heavy as I feel pressure build and squelching sounds can be heard signaling i'm going to squirt.

f-fuck oh-my god chris I cry out as I feel my juices spray out of me all over the bed, his hand and my legs.

he pulls out his fingers and grabs my throat as he brings me into a deep needy kiss.

I knew you'd look pretty when you cum and before I even have the chance to comprehend what he just said my legs are untied and i'm flipped over onto my knees and back arched. My arms are uncomfortably crossed over each other pulled tightly by the restraints.

I hear clothes rustling and it only takes a second before the bed behind me dips and I feel his body right behind me.

His hand comes down on my ass making me gasp .

you like that don't you he says in a dark tone with a bit of amusement mixed in.

he slaps harder

I said don't you he waits for me to answer

y-yes I l-like it in stutter out

good girl using your words he whispers in my ear before I feel him rub his tip along my folds making me whimper .

My breathe is taken away as he slides into me so deep that all I can do is cry out .

He stays still for a second stoking my back sweetly before his hand grabs my hair tightly and he starts slamming into me relentlessly.

C-CHRIS OH MY

I scream out as he somehow thrusts more rough than before.

I’m moaning and shaking as he continues slamming into me with such force my wrist burn from the restrains and how they continue tightening with each movement.

Just a good girl taking my dick so deep

He says to me as he lets go of my head and it drops on-top of my arms

Fuck fuck IM GONNA CUM I cry out as my legs start to shake and my arms tense

Not until you beg me for it

He says as he grabs my hips and angles my back so he hits even deeper making me to struggle to get any words out.

p- fuck please can I cum please I whine out holding my orgasm back painfully.

mmm no I think you can do better than that he says as he continues his rough deep thrusts

my legs are shaking and im gasping trying do get the words out

PLEASE FUCK PLEASE DADDY CAN I CUM PLEASE I scream out praying to god he'll finally let me.

fuck yeah you can cum he groans out and I immediately break as I cum harder than I ever have before . I scream out as i'm coming down and legs continue shaking .

such a good girl for me he groans as he slows his pace down giving me a moment to rest.

He pulls out and flips me onto my back as he stares down at me .

god you're beautiful he says as he slides back in .

I blush as I continue looking into his eyes.

he comes down to kiss me and he starts pounding into me again . I try my best to continue the kiss but fail when he lefts my legs onto his shoulders and hits my spot repeatedly .

f-fuck oh my god I moan as his hand comes down to my lower stomach where he's bulging inside me .

yeah you feel how deep I am he groans as he smirks down at my face morphed into full pleasure.

mhm fu-fuck im gonna I cry out but cit myself off as my juices squirt out all over him and the bed below.

fu-fuck he groans in pleasure as he watches me squirm and whimper.

my legs shake on his shoulders as I start to become very overstimulated.

c-chris I c-cant I whine as I try and move my arms to push him away but fail.

come on baby you can give me one more I know you can he says in a deep sweet tone as he strokes my hair.

mmm o-okay I whimper out as he does my legs and lowers his body flush with mine and his arms wrap around and under me lifting my lower half up just a little .

he starts pounding into me rough again and his thrusts get sloppier telling me hes close too.

fuck your gonna be a good girl and cum with me he groans into my ear and I whimper and shake my head in response .

my legs start trembling around his waist and my whole body starts twitching the closer I get to my final orgasm .

All that can be heard is skin slapping and my heavy breathing mixed with his deep groans.

he groans loudly into my ear bringing me even closer to my orgasm.

fuck come on ma cum for me he groans and I do just that .

he thrusts a couple more times before he fills me up and his body drops onto mine as we breathe heavy .

Jesus I say as im still catching my breathe and he comes up and invites my arms and I sigh in relief and I stretch them .

he goes to the bathroom to grab a towel and then cleans me off .

that was... the best sex ive ever had he says smiling down at me

yeah same I say as I laugh a little .

can I tell you something he asks as he looks at me with a slightly worried expression.

yeah of course I say as I sit up and give him my full attention.

ive wanted to that for so long like ... ive liked you for a while I just was to scared to tell you he says as his face gets a bit red from embarrassment .

chris... i've liked you for a while too I just didn't want to scare you away I say as my face gets red and I cant help but smile.

he brings me into a tight hug making me laugh and he laughs too .

you free Saturday he ask and I look at him

yes why

cause we're going on a date he says with a big smile on his face.

we lay down and get comfortable and drift off to sleep.

[justakixa]

Dearie || lookism

The story is about Y/N, a mysterious girl in the Lookism world where she doesn't belong. With her average height and charming or adorable face, she seems fragile-looking, but once you know her dark side, you will see a manipulative and dangerous lady, yet her appearance makes everyone want to protect her in their cruel world. Will she team up with Daniel to take down the four major crews and Charles Choi? Or does she team up with the enemy side along with other geniuses? Will she finally go back to her real world? Let's find out in the next Dragon Ball Z! Enjoy!

(Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/361532555?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=justakixa)

CHAPTER 1 ˚୨୧⋆.

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪ ⊹Part 1

The girl on the bed let out a groan as she lazily reached for her phone to silence the sudden ringing of the alarm. She sits up on her bed and glances to the side, spotting a tall mirror reflecting her messy bedhead. 

"ugh, what a mess..." She muttered to herself as she let out a long sigh, ever since she got into the lookism world around 1 week ago and now she was stuck there for now. 

When she found herself in that unfamiliar place, she awoke in a room filled with furniture, clothes that suited her, a key house, and even her birth certificate. Questioning her sanity, she pinched herself to no avail before exploring the house, which was charming in every way. In the living room, she discovered an ID from J-high with her face on it. It appeared that she had been randomly taken, placed in a house, and enrolled in a school that was completely foreign to her. However, it was becoming clear that she was not in her world, especially after she researched J-high and her old address, finding no trace of them on any maps. Till she realised She was in her friend's favourite webtoon "Lookism".

She finally gets up and starts heading to the bathroom to take a shower, after that, she wears the uniform and combs her hair as she lets it free then ties it to buns. She then heads her way downstairs, grabs her backpack, phone, key house, and lastly she goes near the door and wears her shoes before going out of the house and locking the house.

While later she finally arrived at a gate at J-high School, she guessed this would be the start of a new life. Once she steps inside, all the eyes are on her making her feel nervous and awkwardly walks away from the stares as she finally arrives in front of the principal office. She knocks twice on the door as someone shouts to come in.

A few minutes later, she got out and started heading to the fashion department room in the other hall. When she arrives at her class, she braces herself and takes a deep breath before she enters the classroom and suddenly stares at her again.

"oh! I forgot to announce that we will have new students today. So, Kindly introduce yourself dear." The teacher looks at me and gives me a gentle smile.

"Hello, I'm Y/N and im 18 years old. My hobby is drawing and please don't ask me to draw you for free. That's all." She stutters a bit but she did great anyway. After that, the teacher signed her to sit next to the blond boy covering his both eyes. Can he even see anything underneath those hairs?

She smiles at him before turning away and grabbing a book to write down notes, while the blonde guy keeps staring at her and seems to fantasise about her in his mind as he smiles back a little bit making his ears turn red. As she keeps writing something in her book, the blond keeps watching her till the three classes are finally over and break time starts any second.

Upon her arrival in the cafeteria, everyone looked at the new student aka her but she didn't notice the new guy behind her making everyone gasp for a second and think they may be a couple? or Model? or Idols? She turned around to meet somebody's chest as she looked up and saw a handsome man who also looking at her. 

"Hi! You're Y/N, right? Im Daniel Park, am also new here and same department as yours." He smiles widely at her while. Right beside him, it was the blonde boy again, he kept looking at her as if he wanted to devour her or something.

"He mentioned that his name is Jay Hong." He gestured towards him.

"Is he mute?" She thought.

Daniel and Jay keep smiling down at her. She tilted her head looking at them before turning around and walking away to get snacks in the vending machine. Before she put the coin in, someone raced into it she looked to her side and saw Daniel with Jay leaning on the vending machine other side.

She feels nervous because of those two who keep getting closer to her. She hurries to click the options button and takes a leave with the strawberry pocky in her hand.

While strolling down the hallway and munching on her pocky, she ponders why Daniel and Jay are behaving so differently in this world compared to the webtoon. Did something trigger this world? Will others also act out of character? Lost in thought, she accidentally bumps into someone, causing her pocky to snap in half. As she looks up, she is met by a man with tattoos and a jumpsuit tied around his waist. His chest feels as solid as bricks - why does it seem like she ran into a wall?

As she observes the man in front of her, she can't help but think that he might be a bully due to his appearance, especially the tattoos on his hands. She regrets not reading about Lookism with her friend, but she was too busy with school. Now, as the man walks towards her and stops right in front of her, she begins to tremble on the floor with fear.

What will happen to her next? Will he hit her since she bumped into him? Is he a bad guy? She prays silently till the man starts to reach his hand to her.

In just a blink of her eyes, she's in the clinic room. Just a second ago, she was in the hallway sitting on the ground with a man standing in front of her, and suddenly he carried her in the bridal way and ran. Then a nurse came up to me and checked if my knee got bruised or something while the guy was looking down on the floor, looking all guilty like a sad giant dog... A big-ear guy suddenly came to his side and comforted him and said she was fine; in reality, she was fine since the fall didn't cause her to hurt her knee or get sprained. The only one that got her hurt was her pocky, which broke in half and was left in the hallway.

A while later, a nurse told those two that she was alright and as they kept talking, she decided to check the phone that she was bringing since it wasn't hers in the first place. She opened the phone and saw the lock screen looked normal as she swiped it up and had a password in it.

"Eh, it has a password? how am I gonna open this?" she whispered to herself before she quickly hid it in her jacket uniform pocket as the two guys finally approached her. The guy with big ears tries to push the big tattoo guy toward me and keeps telling him to apologize to her for bumping over me.

"Hey, he would like to apologize to you for bumping you and carrying you without your consent." The big ears guy smiles at me as he points to the tattoo guy.

"My name is Jace Park and his name is Euntae Lee but call him Vasco instead. We're members of Burn Knuckles while he is a Leader."

"Well, that's ok but may I ask a question?" she tilts her head as she looks at Jace.

"What is it?" He looks down at her and starts to examine her body head to toe as he snaps out his thoughts.

"Are you guys a bad guy? you two look like you can kill a fly..." She asks both of them.

Jace let out a chuckling sound as he pointed to Vasco again "Believe it or not he may look like a bad guy but he's a big softie."

" And I wouldn't dare to hurt someone as precious as you little lady," Vasco said with a tint of blush on his chick.

"Little?!" She thought. She feels offended since her height isn't that small compared to theirs. Is she? Last time in her world she was 5'6 but this time she shrunk.

"Also, are you new here somehow? Your face is unfamiliar around this school." Jace turned to ask her as she nodded and decided to stand up and dust her skirt.

Later they start to head out of the clinic room and part their ways in each department. She pulled out the phone again and decided to guess the password of the lock screen. She put her birthday code, 1234, password, and everything she thought of but sadly for her everything was incorrect. As she arrives at her classroom she feels the intense atmosphere, she looks up from her phone and sees in the middle is Daniel and the random guy. Slowly walked around and sat on her chair while others were getting crowded around Daniel and that guy and cheering loudly.

She overheard the guy's name was Zack and a Boxer. She couldn't bear to look at the fight so she returned to the phone and guessed another password while everyone kept making a crowd with outsiders too. Then suddenly she heard someone get punched, she took a sneak glance and saw Zack guy was on the floor clutching to his stomach. She felt bad for him but she didn't know what had happened before she arrived so she went back to the phone and she noticed the girl with brown had left the room.

Everyone lowers their eyes and avoids Zack who is still clutching his stomach as he tries to get up from the floor, she lets out a soft sigh and puts the phone in her pocket once again. She walks to Zack and then crouches down to him as she pokes his shoulder.

"Do you need help?" She asked him as she held him up on her shoulder before Zack answered her. But when she asks him if he needs help, he looks up at her and everything goes in slow motion around him till flowers bloom behind her. A goddess. While he was daydreaming, she dragged him out of the room but before that, Daniel came up to her and helped her hold Zack to the clinic, little did she know Daniel was glaring at Zack when he noticed Zack was staring at her and getting held by her.

When they arrived, they laid him down on the bed and she told Daniel to stay there with him as she went to catch up with the nurse. When she said that Zack snapped out of his daydreaming and shook his head as he muttered that he had Mira for him, then she walked out of the clinic leaving the two alone inside and walking through the hallway. She was not going to call the nurse since she saw the letter on the desk that the nurse would come back any minute. She walked around the hall and checked her surroundings. Everyone seemed busy minding their business so she went to the library, pulled out the phone once again and tried one more password.

Finally, she successfully guessed the password of the lock screen. It was the exact day when she arrived. Lowkey is suspicious and feels it was set up just for her. Her expression drops when she notices the wallpaper on the phone. Unfamiliar man and a woman that looks like her...

Is that even her? She can't even remember anything about that guy, mostly she just woke up last week ago in a random house and felt like an amnesia person. Yet she still believed that this world wasn't hers since she remembered everything in her 'world' so that's why that man and that woman are not related to her. Hopefully not. If it was, then her 'world' was just a dream and everything she knew was fake blurry people.

She shook her mind off of all the questions. Then she decided to look further, she checked the gallery and it was empty. There were no pictures or videos in there so she went to check the files but it was also empty. When she clicks the music app, she notices there's an unnamed folder only and it is full of voice records. She was about to play one but the bell interrupted her, she headed back to her classroom grabbed her backpack and quickly walked out of the school. She was so curious about what was in the voice records that she hurriedly walked, she even felt the soft gaze at her but she just ignored it and continued walking.

Tbc!

[strangemaleswaps]

Strange Leather Bar Swap

Today's my 21st birthday and you know what that means! I'm finally able to take my first sip of alcohol…well legally anyway! But I didn't want to go to just any gay bar, I wanted to go to a leather bar in the city! I'm a leather fetishist for sure, even though I don't own any real gear. The only leather item I own is a jacket I got at a thrift shop awhile back. I want to buy better gear, but it's not the best idea since I'm still closeted to my judgmental family in the small town I live in. I do have a car and license though, so I'm happy to be able to escape all that when I need to.

I drove to the nearest city to find the leather bar, a super tall building that you could see from the distance. I've always wondered why it was so tall; it had to be at least 5 stories! If it's just a bar, it shouldn't have more than two floors though right? I was about to solve the mystery because, proudly wearing my leather jacket, I walked up to the bouncer at the door.

"Hey kid, can I see some ID please?" I was a little intimidated, but knowing that I am in fact old enough, I was reassured. I proudly presented the ID to the bouncer. He gave one long look at it, then beamed at me.

"Hey, happy birthday kid! Hope your first legal's good."

"Thanks!" He opened the door for me.

"Enjoy Swap Night too! It's really fun."

"Oh…yeah I will!" I had no idea what Swap Night was, but it must be some kind of event.

Walking in was amazing. Everywhere I looked, there were hot leather guys in all shapes and sizes, with the fresh scent of leather in the air. I felt a little awkward though. Not only am I the youngest one there, but lots of guys were wearing kinky fetish gear too. When it wasn't a BLUF type uniform, it was harnesses and jockstraps. I really wish I owned their gear!

Walking through the crowd of sweaty leather men, I arrived at the bar. I sat on the stool and the bartender came over.

"What'll it be kid?

"Hmm." I'm not really sure actually. Thankfully he seemed to have read my mind.

"I get you, it's your first time right? Simple margarita it is."

"Sure." As he poured, he made eye contact with me.

"So, you excited for Swap Night? Should be starting pretty soon."

"Er, what exactly is it anyway? I didn't know about this."

"It's a whole lotta fun. Everyone in the bar swaps bodies with a partner."

"Really? Body swapping? That's so cool! Do you get to choose who?"

"Unfortunately not, it's random. But you do get to choose who to fuck!"

"Wait you can fuck?"

"Yep! It's an amazing experience."

"That sounds so cool! How do I sign up?"

"Over there." He pointed at the nearby table that had a stack of papers on it, along with a box. "Just sign there and put it in the box."

"Alright!” I finished my margarita, paid, and quickly headed over to the table. I filled out my information, signed the paper, and placed it in the box. A few minutes later a really hot guy walked onto the stage and took a microphone. He was wearing a leather jacket over a harness, along with a pair of chaps over his leather briefs. I swear he looked directly at me. I really hope I'm able to swap with him - or at least someone as hot as him!

"Hey all you leather men! It's time for Swap Night!" The crowd cheered. "Now if you just walk through that door, you'll find a bulletin board with a room number listed next to your name. In these rooms, you'll find the body swapping helmets. Put 'em on, wait until everyone's ready, and boom! New body! Now if you wanna fuck, there are plenty of playrooms to have some fun in, as well. You'll be body swapped until midnight, so when the clock strikes twelve, you'll automatically be put back in your original bodies. Any questions?"

Nobody had questions so we headed over through the door. We all crowded around trying to look for our names and I found mine - Room 503. The map on the wall nearby indicated that 503 was on the 5th floor so I walked in the elevator, standing behind a few other guys. The smell of leather and sweat filled the air and I could feel myself getting hard.

I reached the floor, found my room, and walked in. It was about the size of a typical hotel room but without furniture. There was a large window in the back. Looking through, I could see a good portion of the city. I turned to my left and saw the helmet sitting on a small side table, so I grabbed it, pushed the only button on it, and placed it on my head. Nothing happened at first but after about a minute, it started lighting up, and making buzzing noises. A blinding flash of light hit me in the face and when I opened my eyes, I was in another room.

I looked down to see my new body, excited to be swapped with a hot guy, but was met with a surprise. I was wearing a leather shirt with light blue stripes down the side, but it was bulging out in a ball shape. The blue tie I was wearing highlighted the curve even more, by arching over a shiny black balloon. I have a fucking ball gut! I poked it with my newly gloved hands, to prove it was real and…it was real all right! I grabbed it with both hands and shook it up and down, feeling vibrations throughout my body.

I'm fat! I've never been fat before, not even a little bit! At least I'm wearing leather gear. I took one hand and put it up to my nose to smell the glove. It was fucking amazing…the leather scent made me go stiff immediately. I couldn’t even see my own dick past the gut, but I sure could feel it! As I held the glove closer, I noticed my face felt a little fuzzy. I brushed under my nose and felt some facial hair. Oh god, I have a mustache! I looked around to find a mirror and saw one on the wall.

I looked at my reflection and was shocked at the sight. I'm not only fat, I'm old! I inspected my face closely, touching the mustache that spread across my face in an arch shape. This is weird but incredible! I’ve never been able to grow more than peach fuzz before and now I have a whole damn mustache! I had wrinkles under my eyes, on my forehead, and under my chin…actually no. That's a double chin! Even though I was grossed out, I started playing with it, pinching both my chins and neck. It was surreal.

I can't believe out of all the hot leather men I saw, I had to end up in the body of some fat old guy! Is this really supposed to be random? I couldn't have had worse luck! I've always wanted to own new gear but not like this! I turned to the side, staring at my new belly and holding it, jiggling it slightly as I grimaced at how far it stuck out. The leather shirt hugged it tightly in a way that no matter how much I tried to suck it in, it was still obvious. I took a moment to check out my entire leathered up body. In the mirror I could finally see the leather pants and boots I was wearing, along with a muir cap on top of my head.

So is this what it feels like wearing full gear? It really hugs my body…though maybe that's because I'm so big. I started to feel stiff, but this time, I think I was turned on by my body instead of the leather. That's funny though. I'm usually into younger to mid age fit guys, not silver daddies and bears, even if they're in leather. There's no ignoring the horny urges, though. I may not be able to see my dick but I can feel it! Maybe the body swapping causes an increase in sex drive? Well, whatever it is, I can't wait to try out this senior bod on some other guy…

[stevie-petey]

How about Steve and bug talking about what they think their future is gonna be like? When he comes and visits her at work and they just talk about random stuff. He just says something off handedly like " I hope my kids read like you do, I want them to be booksmart like you." " Do you wanna have kids?"

" oh yeah definitely I want six."

"Six?! I could probably only handle three, if my kids are anything like me they'll be leash kids I'm serious."

And it's just sweet, them talking about how they hope their life to be, not knowing that they're each other's future.

oooo YES !!!

enjoy <3

"how many kids would you want? ya know, assuming you actually do want kids in the future."

steves question causes you to drop the change youd been counting at the register. "im sorry, what?"

"kids?" he sees your bewilderment and frowns. "what, youve never thought about your future?"

"i mean, sure? but i havent given any thought about kids. im sixteen, steve."

"and im seventeen and know for a fact that i want my kids to be booksmart like you." steve responds, not even paying that much attention to you as he busies himself with a comic.

you stare at him in shock. god, steve harrington really does just say the most bizarre things so casually. hes thought about his kids? and about how he wants them to be like you?

sometimes, you really hate that he does this. because then he just leaves you there, always standing in shock, as he goes about his day as if this is all normal.

you take a deep breath and shake your head, you have a job to do. dimes and nickels need to be attended to. "can i ask what sparked this insane thought?"

steve holds up the comic hes reading. "see, these i like. but those books about war and peace? no thanks. but... i dont know. guess theyd be good for my kids, seeing as they made you so smart."

you laugh. "im not the genius you think i am. i still think spider-man is real."

"youre like, the top of your class. shush."

"so sassy for a man who daydreams about having kids." you tease, but something shifts behind steves eyes.

"it is weird, isnt it?" he ducks his head down. "sorry."

well, now you feel bad. sighing, you drop the change in your hand and walk over to steve. sure, its a bit weird, but also incredibly sweet that he already seems to know how he'll raise his kids in the future.

you sit next to him and pluck the comic out of his hands. "so, tell me. how many kids we talking?"

a smile returns to steves face. "definitely, like, six."

"six?" you choke on your spit. "and who is birthing these six fucking children?"

a pause, then a frown. "hm. ya know, i never thought about that."

"bless you," you pat steves knee and he laughs. "i think id like three or so. maybe more, but definitely at least three. i love having a sibling, and i love taking care of dustin and his friends. ive already got years of experience."

"three? weak. do better, y/n." steve pokes your side.

you slap his hand away. "hey, i know im a handful. so is dustin. with my luck, my children will be little mini dustins and that... is a very scary thought."

"im an only child-"

"shocking!"

"anyways, its lonely. so im having as many kids as i possibly can. itd be fun, and id take them out to play baseball and go to parks and build forts and-"

"read them bedtime stories so they become booksmart?"

steve snaps his fingers and smiles. "exactly! you get me, y/n."

you giggle. "i try."

and for the last hour of your shift, you and steve debate the hypotheticals of your futures. steve remains adamant that he becomes a housewife, and you declare that if even one of your kids turns out like dustin, then youre sending them to live with him.

its a good day.

[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

Mind the Gap, Chapter 1

Pairing: Michael Kinsella x F!Reader, Matt Murdock & Reader (Platonic)

Rating: E

Word count (per chapter): ~500 (Just to set the story up, future chapters will be longer!)

Story Summary: When Michael gets sent across the pond to fix an issue with the Kinsella clan's drug trade expansion into New York City, he never expected to meet and fall for a pretty law clerk from the office of Nelson, Murdock, and Page. But when she gets abducted by a rival cartel, Michael will have to enlist the help of the very vigilante that's trying to take down his entire operation.

Warnings/Tags: Kin/Daredevil crossover, Canon-typical violence (for both shows), Platonic Matt Murdock/Reader, Smut in later chapters, More tags to come

A/N: After announcing this MONTHS ago, it's finally here -- the Daredevil/Kin crossover no one asked for, but I decided to write anyway. Lol

Note that this is a Michael Kinsella x Reader fic -- there is no love triangle between Mikey, Reader, and Matt.

If you want to be added to the taglist for this or any of my other ongoing stories, or if I was supposed to tag you/tagged you in error, please let me know!

Tag list: @danzer8705 @cheshirecat484 @thornbushrose @shouldbestudying41 @finnishjerseygirl @ednaaa-04 @ebathory997 @beezusvreeland @capylore

Fuckin' hell, let's get this over with, Michael Kinsella thought to himself as he trudged up the driveway to his sister-in-law’s house.

He had just gotten word that the Garda had wrapped up their investigation into his father's and uncle’s deaths and had ruled the case a murder-suicide -- therefore clearing him from further questioning -- when Amanda had texted that she was calling a meeting.

Amanda opened the door before he had even reached it. “Hey,” she said.

Michael walked in. “Hi.”

Amanda closed the door behind him. “Hadn't seen ya in a while.”

Aye, and there's a fuckin' reason for tha’, Michael thought.

As Amanda had started taking over more and more territory and doing whatever she had to in order to stay on top, Michael had realized that it hadn't ever been him that she had wanted, it had been the Kinsella name and the power and prestige that had come with it. 

While he hadn't ever regretted having Jamie, he had regretted sleeping with Amanda when she had come on to him while Jimmy had been in prison all those years ago and again more recently when her marriage had been falling apart and Michael had been dealing with finding out about Molly being engaged.

He shrugged. “Been busy.”

“Wan’ a drink?”

Michael shook his head. What he wanted was to go back home.

Amanda pursed her lips, but before she could say anything else, Birdy arrived.

“So what's ya call a meetin’ for?” Michael asked once they had all sat down at Amanda's kitchen table.

Amanda folded her hands together in front of her and leaned forward. “I called ya over because we're takin’ over some operations in America and I need ya ta go oversee tha transfer. There's been some issues.”

Michael was taken aback. “Me? Why me?”

“Because we're all busy -- I’m tryin’ ta clean up tha mess Bren left while also dealin’ wit' Jimmy's shite, Viking is workin' on getting tha houses reopened, and Birdy's still dealin’ with Frank's estate. Yer’ that only one left who we can trust ta take care a’ things.”

“Plus I think it'll be good for ya to get away for a while ‘till things settle down again,” Birdy added. 

Michael shook his head. “Are ya forgettin’ tha’ I'm a convicted felon? They won' even let me on a plane, much less inta another country.”

“Tha's already taken care of.” Birdy picked up a manilla envelope off of the table and handed it to him. “Everything is in here.”

Michael opened it to find an ID and passport.

He looked at the ID. “Michael O’Brien?”

Amanda shrugged. “Best we could do on short notice. ‘Least ya get ta go by yer first name.”

Birdy cut her eyes over to Amanda briefly before turning back towards Michael. “Flight’s already booked. Ya leave on Thursday.”

Michael sighed, resigned. “Where exactly am I goin?”

A satisfied look spread across Amanda's face as she leaned back. “New York City.”

[n-clue]

first story!

the federation has never organized joint training exercises in its 56 millennia history, which makes the following invitation quite an interesting prospect, especially when you realize the humans are considered the least militarized fed member

from: John K. Fendrik of the UTN to: All species in the Federation

I, John K. Fendrik, the representative of the UTN(united terran nations)' military would like to formally invite all species in the federation for a joint military exercise, the specifics of which will be sent along with this message as an attachment

jointtrainingdetails.txt

due to the lack of activity by neighboring galactic bodies, 12 out of the 18 members attended, however when they arrived...

subject: captain za'kuli species: klu'azin

"well, were nearing terran space, as captain I guess I should check up on the bri-"

"SIR, WEVE BEEN LOOKIN FOR YOU! MILLIONS OF TERRAN SHIPS ARE HEADING TOWARDS US!"

damnit, what the hell is happening, i thought this was a joint military training exercise!? still, I cant risk an unwarranted war.

"hail them!"

"they're already hailing us!"

[incoming hail from "USSS Thanatos"]

[hail accepted]

[encryption procedures completed]

[connecting...]

"hello, this is David K. Fendrik of the terran union"

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!"

"we were about to ask the same question, i though the klu'azin would bring 90% of their forces? where are the rest?"

"THIS IS THE ENTIRE FLEET, NOW EXPLAIN WHY THE HELL YOU HAVE MILLIONS OF SHIPS, I THOUGHT THIS WOULD BE A TRAINING EXERCISE!?!?!?"

"eh??? this is your entire fleet??? the fleet of the klu'azin, a war mongering race, consists of only about 10 carriers, 100 destroyers and 1000 fighters???"

in the middle of the conversation, a small fleet exited warp space and immediately hailed us and the terrans

[incoming hail from "USSS Deadlock"]

[hail accepted]

[encryption procedures completed]

[connecting...]

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS TERRANS, KLU'AZINS, HOW ARE YOU INVOLVED WITH THIS!?!?!?!"

"I DON'T KNOW EITHER!" i said still confused

"THE HELL TERRANS! ARE YOU PREPING AN ENTIRE DAMN INVASION FLEET"

a confused look came from the terran

"what do you mean? this is just the scouting party for one of our fleets?"

at that very moment, i became utterly terrified; not of klu'azin high command, but of the terrans, if they found out they were EASILY the most powerful military force in the galaxy- no the universe, I fear what they will do...

who knows maybe this will turn out good, maybe itll turn out bad! anyways, thats my first story, i couldve probably done a bit more in the worldbuilding department and leaned in a bit more towards narration and a bit less speech, but id say its pretty good. might remake this when i got more exp

[future-crab]

[ID in alt text]

Once again, getting a commission of my OCs from @hotdrinks made me want to share a little bit of writing from the story they're from. Merry Christmas? (idk if this really counts as a present but oh well.)

Ariadne was a puzzle that  took a bit of decoding to figure out, but Claire thought she’d gotten quite good at it. Raised eyebrow meant, "Go on," pursed lips meant, "Stop talking." Pinching the bridge of her nose meant performative exasperation, massaging her temple meant genuine exasperation. That one particular smile of hers where the corners of her mouth pinched together tightly meant, “I have somehow convinced myself that if I laugh in front of my coworkers they will never respect me again, so I will not laugh at your dumb joke,” and that one sharp, barking laugh of hers meant the dumb joke in question had caught her off guard. Glasses pushed to the top of her head meant either, “I have a headache,” or, “I’ve had my nose buried in some dense legal document from 1898 for so long that I’ve lost all sense of time and space,” or, “I have a headache because I’ve had my nose buried in some dense legal document from 1898 for so long that I’ve lost all sense of time and space.” And Claire was almost, but not quite, certain that that one particular smile of Ariadne’s, where her lips barely moved but her eyes went all soft around the edges, meant, “I adore you. I don’t know when that happened, I don't even know exactly why, but I would give the world to you if you asked.” Claire’s answering smile always meant that, anyway.

(BTW I'm pretty sure @hotdrinks ' commissions are currently open)

[witchersmistress]

Stolen by the monster pt 2

yes that first gif is not the man in question but i loved it so meh

I do not own August walker or MI6 by any means nesscary

Permission to copy my work in anyway is not acceptable.

with all that being said, here you go;

Your POV

Several weeks have passed since I've been taken. I refused to speak with him, August or Gus Gus when I wanted to irritate the man, after he left me breakfast. I locked my doors at night, but I doubted that would stop him but he never came in. On my second morning I was fitted with a tracking bracelet that would take an amputation to get off. The sick fuck just smiled at me while he placed it on my ankle and kissed my calf when he was finished “More clothing will be arriving for you this afternoon and anything else you need, please let me know. He's an odd duck to say the least. Doesn't mean I did enjoy making the list of items to get. A few i threw on there just to see his reaction but there was none, they all arrived. The sex toys included.

By the end of the second week I was allowed access to his “Home” if he wanted to go for the modern day gothic Batman look he sure hit the nail on the head. An open concept living room and kitchen, tall ceilings made me feel small. Even with the wall of windows he had at the back of the house, it was still rather dark. I found several empty bedrooms on the main floor and another room that was locked, i trying to pry it open when a low rumble of a laugh intruded the space “Petal'' the voice cooed i turned my gaze to the man before me “Gus Gus'' his eyes narrowed showing his displeasure, his hand reached out and grabbed my wrist “Come” he spoke it wasn't a suggestion it was a command. I followed him through the living room to the stairs. I came down and we took a left heading back to my room, when we stopped outside a set of dark oak double doors. Releasing my wrist he pushed the doors open revealing a large room, covered ceiling to floor bookcases and another set of wall to wall windows. Leading me in slowly, I spun in a slow circle to take it all in.  

“Petal'' he called, drawing my eyes to where he stood. He was by a large fireplace and he beckoned me over. Walking over to look up at this looming figure. I felt small and meek in his shadow, sitting down on the couch he poured himself three fingers on whiskey and threw it back before pouring another. He sat in the chair across from me “Petal'' he said again “You must be wondering why i've taken you” with  a smug smile “I've been wondering that, id imagined it had something to do with my father”

 I cocked my head waiting for a reaction but he merely sipped his drink and leaned forward resting his elbows on his thighs. He chuckled, “What gave you that idea?” mimicking his movements “Growing up I heard the stories of my father and what a great man he was, it wasn't till I was older I understood that I'd never met him. Until 4 years ago, my mother returned from one of her trips with my stepfather in tow, an obnoxious man if you ask me, and she got a call, stepping outside to take it. It was my father, Ethan Hunt, the same man who believes that you are dead.. CIA Special Agent August Walker ``I leaned forward and plucked his whiskey glass from his hands, plastered a shit eating grin on my face and took a sip, feeling the burn as the whiskey went down. 

I felt a surge of power rush through me as I thought that I finally had the upper hand on him, sitting back and taking in his hard stare. I slowly uncrossed my legs,the tennis skirt I wore barely covered my black lace thong that left little to no room for imagination. Shifting my hips to the right and recrossing my legs as he watched me slowly with a calculated look. I smirked into the whiskey glass taking another sip. He was up and out of his seat in an instant. He grabbed me by my throat and pinned me to the back of the leather sofa.

“Listen here petal” he spits. “Just because you know my name doesn't mean you know me.. The things I've done would make your skin crawl and your body would fill with disgust” when in fact my body was doing the exact opposite, a pool of liquid warmth growing in my low belly, my thighs dampening from my leaking arousal. I placed a hand on his wrist, to steady myself as I rubbed my thighs to relieve this building pressure. He scoffed at my actions “Look at you the wanton whore, are you so deprived for attention that youd fuck a man like me? A monster they call me, willing to sacrifice the whole world to build it a new”

His left hand found my jaw “Open” he ordered, i shook my head trying to fit his grip “Open your mouth before i break your jaw petal” i reluctantly obliged, the whiskey pooled on my tongue. His hot breath fanned over my face as he drew near “Don't you dare bite me little girl” I glared at him, the anger and lust rising. He placed his warm mouth over mine and lapped at the pool of whiskey on my tongue. He was slow and methodical at first just barely giving in. releasing my throat he gave in to carnal desire, he drank the whiskey from my mouth, in one gulp, the excess dripping off our lips and down our chins. 

He tugged on my bottom lip with his teeth, biting so hard he drew blood. Ripping his mouth from mine and throwing me back into my chair. Chest heaving, his eyes black with desire “Do not try that again” before storming out of the room leaving me a shaking with need in his big leather seat 

August’s POV

Slamming the door to my office, I let out a frustrated growl. My cock throbbing in my slacks begging to be let free. I cant lose control, especially not with you. Moving over to my desk I pull open my computer, I log into the security system to find you. I open my slacks and fist my cock as I'm waiting for it to load. That perfect mouth and the way the whiskey tastes on your tongue. I fist my cock again trying to relieve the pressure. The system booted up and I found you in your room. Spread eagle fingering your pink glistening pussy, you let your head drop back with a roll as you stuck 2 fingers in your slick cunt. “Fuck”  whipping the precum from my tip to lubricate myself. you began riding your fingers with such vigor. your juices dripping down your hand to your wrist, you are fucking soaked. you slowly pulled your fingers out before reaching over to the bedside table where you had a toy waiting, making a show of it.

you brought the tip of the toy to your lips and licked it before putting it in your mouth, getting it nice and wet. My balls ached for release but I held back as I watched you, sliding it down your neck to circle your perky breast and down your stomach to your dripping pussy, rubbing the tip back and forth collecting moisture. As you pushed the toy in between your folds, you looked directly at the camera and gave me a wicked smile. you knew I'd be watching, you wanted this.

 I should have turned it off but I couldn't help but watch you as you rode yourself  to climax, soft and sultry moans coming from the screen as I leaned back, cock in my hand and following suit. You are absolutely stunning when you  climaxing, it wasn't your moans or your panting that sent me over the edge, it was my name. On your lips as you came hard, you laid back and were panting. your legs are still trembling and your lower abdomen is still spasming. I spilled into my hand desperately wishing that it was you.

 The wicked girl looked back at the camera with a sly grin as you pulled out the toy and tucked it under your covers. Tucking my semi hard cock back into my slacks, rolling up the sleeves of my shirt, I walked over to my safe and pulled out the sedative I used on you. Drawing up the amount I needed and making my way to your room. Using the master key to open the door I slipped in and shut it behind me. That black and white cat stared at me. Hissed and darted to a chair. “Stupid cat,” I muttered , making my way to the figure on the bed. Your short breaths told me you were still awake but not for long. I pulled the  cap off the needle and made my way towards you, pulling back the covers when I heard your voice “Stop” I stopped in my tracks and you moved to a sitting position “ I’ll let you do whatever you want, you don't need that.'' I placed the cap back on the needle and placed it on the bedside table.

you swallowed with an audible gulp. A better man would think twice, but I have no such compunction. I sat on the edge of your bed trailing my fingers up and down your skin. I ran my hand down your thigh, to your calf then ankle before grabbing it. With little force I opened your legs to see that pretty pink pussy, still glistening with your orgasm. “Hmm” was all I muttered before dropping to my knees before you. Wrapping my arms under your thighs,  I pulled till your ass is part way off the bed. you breath hitches as I nip at your soft thighs. 

“Pray tell why do i not have to sedate you? It's rather fun that way '' I bite into another spot on your thigh leaving you a hickey. Fumbling with your words. I gave you a sharp nip to your clit to prompt your response “Maybe I also have something against my father” you whimpered as I drew closer to your pussy, you smelt devine. Fan my breath across your warm core desperately trying to gain any friction.

Darting my tongue out to lick you wet folds, you let out a low whine “please August” promptly stopping, “Tell me what i want and i'll devour you like you are my last meal” releasing a low whine in frustration “My father, all he could talk about was you and how you were dangerous and deranged. I was there at the camp that day your life was supposed to end.” suckling on the tender flesh of you inner thighs, slipping in two digits into your aching cunt, probing lightly “Go on, i'm waiting but i'm not a patient man” squirming where i held you, “Seeing you made it real for me, my father hated you and you'd be his downfall” humming in satisfaction, i liked your thinking. Sucking your swollen clit into my mouth and added another finger stretching you wide feeling your wetness spill down my fingers “Please August” you begged

“Then what?” sticking my tongue into your needy hole, absolutely dripping wet, swirling my thumb in your juice, I created a trail from your cunt to your tight hole. You squeaked at the touch. Flicking my eyes up I watched you struggle to get the words out “ I want to.. To… fuck August i cant” curling the two finger still inside i hit that spot causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head. Releasing your throbbing numb “Tell me and you can cum all over my tongue and fingers” taking your clit back in my mouth and giving it a sharp tug. “Fuck August…” I slowed my attack of your body to a deathly slow pace. You blew out a frustrated breath. “I want you to use me to get revenge on my father by any means necessary.” the thought of that alone, i was hard as stone. “Good girl” I quickened my pace, coating my finger in your juices, I made my way to your back entrance and pushed in with little resistance. “Fuck petal your so tight i can feel you squeezing my fingers” 

No response, just moans. “I can't hold back much longer,” I smiled wickedly. Flattening my tongue, I licked at your folds pulling your clit back into my mouth with a harsh suck and pulling you over the edge “AUGUST '' you cried as you rode my fingers. Drawing out your pleasure till your legs were absolutely shaking but I wasn't done with you yet. With drawing my fingers and giving your thighs a couple more nips for good measure I placed you back on the edge of the bed, moving from my knees to full height, my cock tenting my pants. Watching you gasping and with your hair a mess. You looked so good. Leaning over “Had enough?” we locked eyes and your eyes narrowed “Not even fucking close” 

with a devilish grin, i captured your lips with mine, giving you a taste of you off my own tongue, reaching for the zipper on my slacks "Well then petal, let me defile you in everyway"

[justabox17]

Silk Song

Miguel O'hara x Teen Reader

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"Ey, bruv"

Miguel turns to Hobie, questioning the character next to him.

"Who are they?"

Hobie nudges the character, they whip around and look up at the man.

"Hmm?"

Hobie points to Miguel and she nods, turning to the man with a slight bow.

"Names Katlyn but you call me Kat, Hobie here thought id be useful to you guys since I already can dimension hop"

Miguel stands there, baffuled that Hobie now just introduces this character.

"Hobie, whyd you just bring her here"

"She's 15 im not letting her out on her own and plus shes deaf"

Miguel is just confused.

"So whos watching her?"

"Gwen, my drummer"

Miguel tries to compact this down, he walks over to the two.

"So you bring a fifteen year old arachid human who figured out dimension travel because you have someone else to watch her"

"That I trust"

Hobie adds with a smile, Kat turns to Miguel and reachs her hand toward his arm. Hobie nudges her and she dives back.

"She's also strong, very strong"

Miguel sighs and turns toward the character a few feet away.

"Can she read lips?"

"Yes i can, how much cant you lift?"

Hobie signals for her to cut it out and she nods, defeted she retreats behind the two.

"She's...going threw something"

Miguel judt nods and walks off, Hobie following with Kat behind him. The three tour around, reaching the canon, training room, etc.

"Miguel?"

He turns to Kat and nods his head.

"Nevermind"

He turns and away, Hobie sighing at the shy outstreach to Miguel. Pulling away the two break off from Kat who is observing Spider People.

"Listen Kat's shy and quite itimidated by you but by that outstreach of hope you need to soften up a bit, she already sees you as a competitor and someone to look up to, kay bruv?"

Miguel nods and the two merge with Kat who somehos is now holding a bagel.

"How'd you get that?"

Kat turns to the Hobie, paint covering her mask, the suit mimicing the pattern of paint like a chameleon.

"Some guys swong by and got paint all over me then another older spider gave me this bagel and swong after the group"

She explained, Hobie and Miguel just confused at the girl.

"Proud of you"

"Huh?"

Kat jumps up, landing and hugging the brit.

"She usally beats the hell out of people"

He says pattinf the girls back, she pulls away and fizzles like a shooken up soda.

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"So how'd you find dimension travel?"

Miguel asks as the two sit down. Kat pulling out a slim white necklace around her neck, Miguel holding back shock.

"Well after i finishe collage I created a partical exelerator in my garage-"

"Tou created a partical exelerator in your garage, with what?"

Kat leaned it, shock coursing threw her body.

"Copper, anyways I was able to reiderate the massive machine over and over again, figuring out quantum machanics and eventually i started to harvist the energy i was making, then it starts to spit bits of goo out which i collected"

She paused, another bagel dropping from the sky, she peeled off her mask, long blonde hair and soft pale skin exploding from the mask as she munched on the wheat.

"Well i was bit by a spider which dunked itself into the partical liquid, i compacted the machine with my new found powers, one day i got too close and was zapped into earth dimension 441. I was able to make a exelerator as small as a tennis ball then i zapped myself back home after forty three years but when i returned I was fourteen"

Miguel just sat and listened at the girls story, she spent fourty three years in another dimension then found herself home. She's smart, quick too.

"After i got home i started to send things threw the liquid, from one vat to another, like a portal! I started to throw bits of the liquid back into the exelerator which wasnt smart i uhh...killed myself doing it"

Miguel looked at her confused.

"How are you here then?"

"Thats the thing, i was stuck inbetween quantum plates, when the exelerator and liquid combined it exploded killing fourty three million people, wiping secter D and part of E off of the grid."

She paused, finishing the bagel and wiping a tear from her eye.

"So after i had died for my sixtenth time i found out the way back home, a splotch of this liquid was floating in beta 17 and I spent four lifetimes getting it and leaving, when i got home i was fourteen and a half, passing my half birthday that day but i was greeted with corpeses and scorched earth"

Miguel nods in sympathy, the lose of her family and friends mustve taken an emense toll on her.

"I uhh guess that was my canon event as you said, after that I built my particle exelerator this being whats left of me and my family"

She gestured to the small necklace looped in her hands.

"After fifty or so years i ended up in Hobie's dimension, apparently i waswanted and my home dimension found a way to jump dimensions but not effetionaly. Me and Hobie entered my home dimension and he was nearly killed. After collasping the government we escape, Hobie pointed out to me that time there was slower than anywhere else, fourteen days passed when i left and came back."

Miguel speaks up.

"So this dimension could have a agmented time dialation compared to the other dimensions?"

"Yes, the slowest ive found was 779, every day there was fourteen years in Hobies world"

Kat jumped up and caught another bagel.

"The fastest was 87768 which every decade was about ten minuets in Hobie's dimension"

"So do you live with Hobie?"

Kat nodded and tore another bit from the bagel.

"Wouldnt that be a little akward?"

"As in?"

Miguel sighed.

"Nevermind, whats the time dialation here?"

"Oh only a few fractions of a second about 0.00000093 second off from Hobie's place"

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Umineko Liveblog: Thoughts/Theories [Episode 1 Chapter 10 Edition]

Today in Umineko: people died. Six of them, in a horrible nightmarish way. In between the horror and the terror we also get a lot of set-up and clues for the mystery of “who what how and why” as well as a bunch more delicious thematic meat to chew on.

So, this writeup will discuss the following: What Is Up With The Narration (part 34204: this time I promise I actually have something substantial to say), Natsuhi’s position in telling us how hard it is to be the person you want to be, Kinzo in his shifty little study with his shifty little ooc moment, how all these occult symbols may tie into Rokkenjima’s deeper sin, how Eva and Hideyoshi cannot stop being sus for three seconds, a multi-part analysis/speculation on the first twilight, and a shot in the dark at who’ll be next on the chopping block.

Get comfortable. This will be a big one.

In accordance with my newly-emergent liveblog tradition, let’s think about the narrative again. This time, rather than going on about minute POV shifts and whether or not there’s some deep secret in a single pronoun, I want to talk specifically about who gets to witness which events.

Throughout Umineko, events have been fairly neatly squared into one of two broad categories: things Battler witnesses and things Battler doesn’t witness. Even though I know my methodology keeps being wrong, I am pretty confident that there is some form of narrative discrepancy between Battler moments and non-Battler moments. Be it a shift in POV, a metanarrative narrator, or something, I think that this distinction between the two exists for a purpose. After all, a close first person POV where we don’t leave Battler’s head would be a perfectly serviceable way to tell a mystery VN. We could have gone through all of Umineko only seeing things through Battler’s eyes, but we don’t.

Why is that?

I think until now, I’ve struggled majorly with the “why”, in that it’s been hard to figure out what showing events outside of Battler has to do with the reader accessing the mystery. It could be easy to say that stuff shown through Battler is trustworthy, and stuff not shown through Battler isn’t, but you immediately get contradicted by the fact that events that happen away from Battler get consolidated by his POV without contradiction (the siblings are arguing over the gold, Rosa storms out of the mansion in an emotionally fraught way consistent with what we saw of her during the inheritance fight), so what we are seeing there is obviously truth. But that loops back again to the same question: if both narrative voices are correct in what they are presenting us in the same way, why have the distinction at all? The confirmation of how things went down is nice, but most of it could be very easily inferred through Battler’s viewpoint anyway. And yet. The distinction.

So I had to ask myself “what is it that we can only get through an outside perspective that is impossible to obtain through Battler’s?” and I thought about this question through the lens of the Detective/Romantic dichotomy I’ve been using to interpret the story. And I reached a conclusion that, given the key examples we’ve seen, I think has a good shot of being right.

The third-person POV exists to convey to us the reader the emotional truth, the Romantic’s Truth, while Battler’s POV exists to convey to us the reader the logical truth, the Detective’s Truth.

To convey this, I’ll refer to two scenes that concern themselves with a similar core thesis, and their radical difference in presentation: the scene between Rosa and Maria in the garden, and Natsuhi’s “I am Natsuhi but I am not Ushiromiya Natsuhi” internal monologue. Both of these scenes serve to show the long lasting harm that the cycle of abuse within the Ushiromiya household has inflicted on these women, and the way it’s shaped them into presenting a contradictory conflicted psychology. Natsuhi is uptight and proud and represents the Ushiromiya ideal better than anyone else on Rokkenjima, but is incapable of believing it herself. Rosa is cruel and merciless to Maria because she is tormented in equal parts by the memories of her own abuse and trauma and a pre-emptive fear that Maria is inviting that same tragedy by being herself. Both women are shaped into having contradictory impulses by the years of hardship and torment inflicted upon them by the systems that govern the Ushiromiya family. Both scenes present us with an opportunity to examine the nuances of who they are, however, both scenes are not equal in their presentation.

Rosa’s conflict with Maria occurs within eyeshot of Battler, while Natsuhi’s moment occurs away from the prying eyes of anyone save for the narrative itself. What this means for us is that we get the Natsuhi/Ushiromiya Natsuhi internal dilemma told to us without issue, granting us immediate access to a deeper more sympathetic consideration of Natsuhi as a character, but with Rosa, for the bulk of the scene all we get is Battler’s shock and disgust at what he sees, and outside of a brief flash into Rosa’s mind once Battler departs (where it is discussed how Rosa leaves the garden not because she doesn’t care about Maria but because she doesn’t trust herself not to start beating Maria again), all we have to work off are physical actions and context clues to access that same character depth. As such, Rosa in her pivotal scene becomes a much harder character to understand/access without the reader having to do a lot of detective work to piece together what is up with her, unlike Natsuhi whose heart is bared to us in a fairly uncomplicated manner.

With Rosa we get the factual truth of her abuse of Maria first and foremost, with Natsuhi we get the emotional truth of how the things she has suffered has put a barrier in the way of her accepting herself first and foremost. One narrative slice dedicated to the Detective’s Truth, one to the Romantic’s.

To go further, what I am trying to say is that, by this framework, scenes seen through Battler’s eyes are logically true, but emotionally obfuscated. And scenes not seen through Battler’s eyes are emotionally true, but logically obfuscated.

Outside of the above example of how a Detective/Romantic narrative colours our perception of individual characters, I’ll go deeper and examine how at key moments, Battler’s factual truth sheds itself for a more ambiguous, emotional truth even when there’s no need.

When coming to scenes with Battler, I think there’s a distinct emerging pattern of when he is seemingly kicked out of his own viewpoint, and the trustworthiness of information is thrown into question. In the first half of episode one, pretty much every one of these incidents occurs whenever the topic of the Golden Witch/magic is brought up.

When the cousins discuss the portrait of Beatrice for the first time, Battler’s perspective shifts outside of himself when Maria calls into question his belief in the Golden Witch. When the letter is read out after dinner and “Beatrice”’s challenge issued, we once again step outside of Battler. And then, in chapter ten, certain moments surrounding the discovery of the First Twilight massacre are not given to us through Battler’s eyes when they very easily could be.

In essence, it’s almost as if the witch narrative overpowers the Battler narrative whenever the two come into conflict. Logic cannot stand up in the face of Beatrice’s story permeating every inch of Rokkenjima, and all we are left with is a sense of feeling through which to navigate these scenes.

To use the letter scene as an example, during the reading of the letter we do not get a single thought/observation from Battler, and thus all we have are the words of him and the other characters, and our choice to take them at face value. At various other points in the story, the third person scenes have already proven themselves to be untrustworthy, via lies of omission at the very least (the hard facts of Shannon’s emotional state are not given to us in 1-9 in favour of an ambiguous sensation that only translates to a truth if you actively seek it out). So isn’t it just a little bit curious that when it comes to matters of the Golden Witch, we are blocked from the factual reality in favour of a harder to decipher emotional core?

Battler doesn’t question or doubt where it counts in the letter scene. What we are left with is instead a narrative voice that is interested in presenting the Golden Witch as a formidable and foreboding agent. There is no question as to whether or not the adults in the room will believe in the witch’s challenge. The narration doesn’t permit us anything but belief in Beatrice’s “existence”. This letter will be the catalyst that sets murder in motion. Why would anybody doubt that? Certainly not Battler, who very notably is not thinking in these scenes.

With hindsight, we know that the letter does directly lead on to the murders that occur overnight, but the how and why are hidden from us. The physicality of the scene is obfuscated. Key cues, like body language and gestures, are not given to us. The murder mystery narrative is thoroughly blocked. Nothing that isn’t in service to the notion that the Golden Witch is upon us is permitted.

A witch narrative which is, on a purely material level, almost demonstrably false. Going by Kinzo’s occult ramblings and the sinister interpretation of the epitaph, it makes it clear that Beatrice’s manifestation is the end point of the killings, not the inciting incident. But through the narration’s perspective, the unreal becomes real. The narrative creates the illusion of the real Beatrice, denying any textual room for doubt or debate. All we have to lean on is confusion, fear, and the gut feeling that this will end in bloodshed. Magic over mystery.

In chapter 10, there are two disruptions to Battler that I think are part of this pattern, and thus worth examining. The first concerns the discovery of the iron cross magic circle on the shed’s door and the ensuing response of the adults as they mobilise to discover the bodies. The second concerns what happens when we reach the emotional tipping point of seeing the aftermath of the slaughter of the six chosen by the key.

The iron cross is discovered by Kanon, Genji, Eva, and Hideyoshi as they look for the missing six people. Battler is not present for this, and thus its presentation is naturally told through the third person. This is unremarkable on its own. However, this needs to be considered with future events related to this initial moment.

The four of them open the shutter door and promptly discover the bodies. Then, Genji returns to the mansion to inform Nanjo and Natsuhi of the discovery. Battler is physically present to see this, but this chain of events is not narrated through his POV – that only returns once he actually lays eyes on the bodies himself. Whatever information is conveyed precisely in this instant is lost to us, beyond the emotional sense of mounting dread.

And then, for the third and final time, the magic circle is seen again once the cousins (and Kanon) have left the scene and the shed is locked up. The magic circle is only present when Battler isn’t. The facts of its existence are never validated through Battler’s own eyes.

If you consider that the Battler POV is concerned with the logical truth, and the non-Battler POV is concerned with the emotional truth, it then becomes curious that this magic circle, which you would assume to be a glaringly crucial piece of evidence worth scrutiny, is never examined in the way that the bodies are. The magic circle exists to scare us, not as a mystery to be solved. That is all that the story presents it to us as.

The magic circle, signifier of occult terror, is an aspect of the witch narrative. It is placed in such a way as to facilitate your belief in Beatrice’s “existence”. It is a Romantic object, in the sense that its significance is wholly immaterial. The feelings triumph over the facts. And thus it is antithetical to that which Battler narrates.

Battler doesn’t set eyes on the magic circle because him doing so would call into question the narrative mythology being built up around the First Twilight murders. If you think about the graffiti logically (someone had to have painted this; who had the means and opportunity to paint this; when would it have been painted; etc) it abruptly becomes a puzzle piece to solve, and its occult illusion is dispelled. For some reason, it is very important that Umineko persuades the reader as much as the characters that there is a powerful occult force at play, because why else spend so much time on an unsettling sight that Battler never even directly interacts with anyway?

In this way, the story is playing a game with the reader, trying to bait and persuade them into believing a magic/witch explanation for anything unusual. It already has an advantage in getting its way by leveraging the third person – traditionally seen as the more reliable narrative form – as the staging grounds for these symbols, relying on the reader to be too busy questioning/doubting Battler’s first person perspective – traditionally an obvious tell of an unreliable narrator – to notice that the manipulation is coming from both fronts.

As to why the narrative feels the need to convince us that Beatrice exists? I don’t have an answer yet. But I do think that this is one of the goals of this story, and is at least one reason for the way that the perspectives are split like they are. Of course, this does not preclude the fact that the inverse of both of the prior arguments can also be true – that there are unreliable elements to Battler’s narration just as sometimes the third person offers utmost clarity in some areas – but I think at the very least in moments like this, the story wants our perspective on the mystery to be obfuscated through omens of the Golden Witch, forcing us to ask which side of the story we trust more to be true, if either.

The second instance of this in 1-10 is much more evident, and much more baffling. The discovery of the bodies in the storehouse is shown to us through Battler’s eyes. We get his terrified, disoriented, despairing perspective as he is forced to confront the reality of the slaughter before his eyes. We get descriptions of strewn bodies, of mangled faces, of blood and flesh and gore. We see Battler pushed to the breaking point in the face of the sheer horror.

We don’t get a description of Shannon. By which I mean, we are treated to a description of her body, and extradiegetic confirmation of her deceased status by the character bio screen, but we don’t get it through Battler. Shannon, dead in the back of the room, is not seen by Battler.

Shannon’s body is found when George asks if one of the six dead is Shannon, and Hideyoshi confirms it to him. Hideyoshi and Kanon then confirm to George that Shannon is wearing the ring on her left hand. It is a very heartbreaking and a very wretched scene, perhaps the worst gut punch at the end of a long line of gut punches.

In essence, Shannon’s half-mutilated body bearing the engagement ring sits as the emotional core of the First Twilight. An emotional core told through an emotional truth. This final part of the body discovery is firmly presented through the lens of the Romantic’s truth. Battler never sees Shannon.

This means that the story decided for us that the emotional feelings of discovering Shannon’s body were to be prioritised over physical facts. Like the proposal scene in 1-8 overwhelming you with the romance/cringe of it all to distract you from paying attention to the deeper insights into Sayo’s character, Shannon’s body is such an overwhelmingly sad scene to get you to focus on the way you’re feeling and nothing else.

Which means that there’s potentially something to do with Shannon’s dead body that could unravel some kind of truth about this whole mystery that would be more evident under a calmer detached examination of the fundamental movements of the scene.

From the top of my head, one thing that becomes apparent and worth scrutiny is that Hideyoshi is immediately positioned as the gatekeeper of information concerning Shannon’s corpse. He controls who gets to look upon her and he is the one that definitively states that she is dead. This means that our reliance on what we know about what happened to Shannon entirely depends on how far we can trust Hideyoshi’s word. Hideyoshi as a character is defined by his inability to convincingly conceal an ulterior motive – several times in the buildup to the argument with Krauss he nearly lets slip his and Eva’s gambit and Eva has to step in to take control of the situation. However, almost giving up the truth still means he has a capacity for lying in the first place.

As to what he could be lying about and why, I can’t say. I have some ideas, but that’s something I’ll get into a little later on.

Drilling down beyond Hideyoshi, we have another fact about Shannon’s body to consider that is reliant on our emotional expectations to accept it as truth: the ring being on her finger. We of course are relayed this truth through the third person narration, via Hideyoshi’s words, and Kanon’s actions.

What’s interesting here is that Hideyoshi doesn’t automatically confirm that the ring is here. It’s not until Kanon points it out that he tells George that the ring is there. From a narrative and emotional perspective, Shannon finally deciding to wear the ring instants before her death increases the intensity of the emotional gut punch. That does not necessarily make it true.

So then, a few possibilities. The first is that the ring is in fact on Shannon’s finger, but it was put on her hand posthumously. I’m not sure how likely that is, considering that all in all it seems like an irrelevant gesture to perform. Would Shannon’s killer really care about broadcasting their victim’s heart to the world like that? Perhaps, but for that to be the case it limits the pool of people who could have killed Shannon pretty much to those who would know about the ring’s significance, which at most encompasses two other people, George and maybe Kanon, who would categorically never murder her.

The second possibility is that there never was a ring on Shannon’s finger; Kanon made it up and Hideyoshi went along with it to placate George. As to why that would happen, giving George that emotional truth bomb would satiate his last shred of curiosity and make him more likely to leave Shannon, and the other bodies, without much argument. Having third parties verify this information again controls who actually gets to examine the bodies in scrutinising detail (out of everyone, the cousins never really get to have a good look at the bodies, which is interesting) which may indicate that there is something up with the bodies that needs to be kept a secret. This would, of course, make Kanon and Hideyoshi look suspicious as all hell. For what it’s worth, I think they are both suspicious, so perhaps this theory holds weight.

The third possibility is that Shannon is wearing a ring, but it’s not the engagement ring. It is the headship ring that Kinzo tossed out of the window and was used by the person claiming to be Beatrice (most likely Kanon) in order to seal the letter. The assumption here would be that Kanon, upon finding the bodies, realised he had a prime opportunity to dispose of Kinzo’s ring in a way that wouldn’t raise suspicion – he knew George was likely to propose to Shannon, and would thus be aware that it wouldn’t be surprising for there to be a ring on Shannon’s finger. This would then potentially safeguard him against future suspicion if/when the rest of the family thinks to scrutinise who could have written the letter that kickstarted this whole chain of events in the first place. The stumbling blocks in this theory for me, however, are that it’s mostly just a very inconvenient way to do this? It’s a neat sleight of hand, sure, but Kanon could have equally just tossed the ring out somewhere outside the minute he was done with it. So, unlikely, but not impossible.

One final piece of dubiously true information we have to grapple with concerning Shannon is the actual status of her corpse. We are told that, like Krauss, Shannon has had half of her face torn off, in contrast with the rest of the corpses which sit totally faceless. I’ll get into my thoughts on the how/why of the mutilation later on and instead focus on the “what”.

We know through Battler that Krauss’s face is half-destroyed. We are never outright told that Shannon’s face is half destroyed, only that George asks if she’s “like uncle Krauss” and that Hideyoshi (and the character status screen) confirm that for us. What this means is that we don’t know for an absolute fact whether or not Shannon’s face is genuinely destroyed. We don’t even get dubious confirmation through the narrative, just through objectively unreliable character dialogue.

So, if we assume Shannon’s face to be half-destroyed, we must ask: why? With Krauss, it is very likely his half-mutilation was done either to send a message, or to indicate that he was killed in a different way to the other corpses. If we go with the first theory, then we need to consider if both Shannon and Krauss could be used to convey the same message by the killer. That also means that we need to have an inkling of what the message could be – the highest and the lowest ranked corpses both presented in the same way. Perhaps to convey the narrative that status does not protect you from Beatrice? There are things that Krauss could be used to convey a message for (his knowledge of the gold, his status as second-in-command and deputy abuser in chief) but very little that overlaps between both him and Shannon.

In that case, the second possibility seems more likely: that Shannon and Krauss were killed in the same way. This one is harder to prove, given that it relies on knowledge of what happened overnight that we simply do not have access to, but if it is true, it could offer us some insight on how the killings actually went down. If the other siblings and Gohda were all killed in one way, and Shannon and Krauss in another, this creation of two distinct sets of victims already throws a wrench into the seamless murder narrative. Perhaps Shannon and Krauss were killed in a different place/at a different time to the others, which then leads us to consider how/why that would be the case. For Krauss and Shannon to be in a separate location to the others indicates that Krauss at the very least left the other siblings alone momentarily, which leads us to ask why, and so on. If they were killed at a different time to the others, we then have to ask if they were killed before or after the other four. If it’s before, we have the similar questions of what led to Krauss and Shannon being distinctively grouped off. If it’s after, we then have to ask how did they both survive what the others did not.

I have theories here, but I’m saving that for when I give my full runthrough of what I think happened overnight.

But leaving that, we now have to consider the counter-possibility: Shannon’s face is not in fact half-destroyed like we’ve been led to assume. In that case, it is most likely either fully destroyed like everyone else, or it is actually completely in-tact. If it’s fully destroyed and we’re misled to believe it’s half-destroyed, then that serves as a useful tool to obfuscate any truths surrounding Krauss (since then he becomes the only conspicuous outlier in this whole situation) and makes the mystery more dense by forcing us to grapple with impossible circumstances. If Shannon’s body is actually not mutilated at all, then that opens up even more interesting possibilities – that the mutilation was not an essential part of the killing, that she was killed in a way that left a mostly untouched corpse, and/or that the person who did the mutilating chose not to mutilate Shannon for whatever reason. In the latter case, I think it does a better job of potentially narrowing down the involved parties in this whole affair, and illuminating what they may/may not have done.

And, I think, if you consider the commonalities between all these contradictory scenarios, a specific kind of pattern emerges. One that forms the strong basis for my “what happened in the first twilight” theory, and one that I will detail when the time is right.

But first, let’s continue down the pattern through contradiction path and think about something totally different: Ushiromiya Natsuhi and the dichotomy of self.

One prevalent theme common to almost all characters in Umineko is the dichotomy of self: each individual has essentially two contradictory forms of identity inside them, and they are defined by the tension inherent in trying to appease both halves. This is seen most evidently with the split between Shannon and Sayo, and more subtly with George’s businessman persona versus who he is around the other cousins. The most prevalent example for this chapter, and the one I will be discussing in this writeup, concerns Natsuhi.

Natsuhi has been almost entirely defined by her conflict between who she is and who she strives to be – in her own words, between being Natsuhi and being Ushiromiya Natsuhi. For Natsuhi, the effective manager of the Ushiromiya household, she spends her life striving for an ideal that has always been denied her. This is in spite of the fact that she is leaps and bounds a better individual than Krauss and Kinzo who sit above her hierarchically and who are the ones who systemically denied her status for so long and so cruelly.

On a purely factual level, Natsuhi more than qualifies as an effective and deserving member of the family: she exhibits a deep understanding of how the Ushiromiya family operates, manages the household’s affairs with an efficiency very few could attain, and is, all things considered, probably the best parent out of the bunch. But because the Ushiromiya identity is itself a twisted poison, Natsuhi is stung every time she tries to reach for it.

The better a person Natsuhi becomes, the further she feels she is from being Ushiromiya Natsuhi. Punished and abused beyond belief for something beyond her control, and held at spiteful metaphorical knifepoint by the other siblings, the Ushiromiya family makes sure it rejects her at every turn while equally berating her for not truly being one of them.

Eva dismisses Natsuhi from the argument about the gold for defending her husband’s honour because she does not have the right to bear the family crest and thus does not have the right to an opinion. Unsaid here is that even Kinzo’s personal “furniture” servants have the right to wear the wing – under this hateful system, Natsuhi is on some level regarded as even less than furniture.

And still, despite all this, due to the corrosive nature of the Ushiromiya hierarchy and the nature of her abuse, Natsuhi still believes her worth is reliant on external validation. The dichotomy of self becomes a staging ground for the alienation between the objective value of a person and that which a cruel outside world imposes on them. To refer to an earlier framework, the cruel Romantic’s truth without physical basis overrules the Detective’s truth of a person that speaks plainly of their value.

Natsuhi, so embroiled in this struggle, is powerless to believe in herself or her worth for the majority of the story at this point. Not even when she retires from the rest of the cast and has a moment of reflection and introspection can she break free from the conditioning.

The only thing that works, the only thing that allows Natsuhi to believe in the existence of Ushiromiya Natsuhi, is the approval from the Ushiromiya head patriarch himself. It is only when Kinzo explicitly tells her that she is more competent than Krauss and the other siblings by a solid mile and is therefore worthy of bearing the eagle on her heart if not her clothes, that she is able to undergo that shift in confidence. Beginning to end, Natsuhi’s worth is never defined by herself.

Although, even this moment of character transformation is troublingly complicated. Kinzo himself undergoes a bizarre shift in characterisation in this scene, seemingly warming up to Natsuhi in contradiction to the years of abuse he inflicted upon her for no clear or obvious reason. Mere hours ago, Natsuhi reflected on how Kinzo never really forgave her for not being able to conceive a child with Krauss for so long, only for him to pull a complete 180 after decades of torment and abuse.

Natsuhi rationalises this interaction as Kinzo finally recognising her worth and hard work as a member of the Ushiromiya family, and this bolsters her self-esteem enough that she can interact with Eva without getting riled up. Except, this is almost certainly not the reason behind Kinzo’s sudden and bizarre respect for her. It is likely that the reason why Kinzo even gives Natsuhi the time of day in the study is that she survived the First Twilight, despite almost certainly being chosen by the demon’s roulette to die. Kinzo, notorious cheater of the odds, must therefore begrudgingly acknowledge another who also managed to rig the roulette in their favour.

Of course, Natsuhi isn’t aware of this, so she is inspired by believing that Kinzo has finally changed his mind about her. What actually happens, then, is that Natsuhi herself decides that Kinzo respects her, and so she grants herself permission to be Ushiromiya Natsuhi via a proxy.

However, even if you boil down Kinzo’s reason for the sudden kindness, there is no acknowledgement of Ushiromiya Natsuhi, even through a layer of obfuscation and metaphor. Kinzo respects Natsuhi for having survived where she wasn’t meant to. Natsuhi survived the night due to her ownership of Maria’s protection charm, bestowed to her by Jessica after a mother-daughter heart to heart. She survived by genuinely reaching out as a mother with no spiteful ulterior motive – reaffirming her love for Jessica saved her.

Natsuhi managed to survive the night by not being Ushiromiya Natsuhi where it mattered most. She stepped out of the Ushiromiya constructs to bond with her daughter, and that sincere love rewarded her with survival. If she had been Ushiromiya Natsuhi, she would have remained embroiled in the argument over the gold, and would have almost certainly been discovered mutilated in the storehouse.

Ushiromiya Natsuhi is an identity to be avoided. And yet Natsuhi can only become happy by misinterpreting an already bizarre interaction to grant herself validation in that cursed identity. And so the contradiction goes on.

And all the while, the weirdness of Kinzo in the study goes unremarked upon.

Kinzo is steadfast in his presentation as the harsh, spiteful family patriarch. He has no time or patience for anyone on Rokkenjima who is not one of his personal furniture servants. All attempts to interact with him or to ask him to present himself at the family conference are met with vicious dismissive scorn. Natsuhi is no exception to this rule. She fails to convince Kinzo to show his face just as Krauss did.

However, unlike prior instances, Natsuhi is bafflingly spared the scorn and abuse. For no apparent reason, Kinzo’s whole personality shifts on a dime and he chooses to bestow on Natsuhi the respect she has been owed for years.

The question that needs asking is: why did Kinzo suddenly pull a personality 180? Ostensibly, the answer is that he finally recognised Natsuhi’s worth, but the logic behind that decision is opaque to us. And without evidence, it begins to ring hollow.

If you seek a more subtextually-approved reason for Kinzo’s bizarre shift in mannerisms during the scene in the study, the next most likely candidate for why is due to the fact that Natsuhi survived the night where she shouldn’t have. Every indication in the story points towards the fact that Natsuhi was initially chosen by the demon’s roulette as the sixth sacrifice (if the bloody mess outside her bedroom is any indication) and the rules that govern this sacrificial magic seem to indicate that any decision made by the whims of the roulette is final. Yet Natsuhi, in possession of a charm imbued with protective properties by a true believer in the Beatrice myth, survived.

There is another question that could be asked of these circumstances that concerns how the killer operates and how strictly they must adhere to the rules of Beatrice/magic (the killer could have easily killed Natsuhi anyway, but doing so would have disrupted the witch narrative fairly absolutely) but that is not strictly relevant to Kinzo’s mindframe. What matters is that under the witch narrative Natsuhi was supposed to die, so going by the logic that governs Kinzo, Natsuhi cheated the demon’s roulette and won.

This, of course, puts her on a much more even footing with him. Kinzo has spent countless days and weeks preparing himself to beat the odds and survive the whims of the demon’s roulette and the summoning ritual in order to be the person that bears witness to the resurrected Beatrice. Natsuhi, in comparison, is supposed to be a mundane person at the mercy of magic. The fact that she defied the roulette’s whims would, to Kinzo, be something deeply impressive. She succeeded where all of his children failed. Perhaps that is enough to engender a change of heart, presented to Natsuhi devoid of its true context.

However, there is a further complication to even this logic – this is not the first time Kinzo has undergone such a shift in attitude. Kinzo has often been described as mercurial with an erratic temperament by numerous members of the family, and his mood swings have been clearly documented through his “uoohhh Beatriceee” episodes. But more than that, there are additional instances where Kinzo’s personality shifts are so sharp that it’s as if he’s been replaced by “a different person”.

A few chapters prior, there is a moment where, with Genji, Kinzo suddenly becomes incredibly even-tempered and fond towards his oldest friend despite viciously lashing out/crying for Beatrice moments prior. The switch in outlook happens for no seemingly apparent reason, and even Genji remarks that it is as if a “different Kinzo” had taken over, like there are two people in one body.

The erratic, bitter Kinzo obsessed with the Golden Witch, and the kind, respectful Kinzo. Or, to put it another way, the Kinzo who lives for Beatrice, and the Kinzo that is exactly what the other person wants him to be.

For Genji, Kinzo turns sentimental and placid. For Natsuhi, he becomes the ideal patriarch doling out validation and respect. For both Genji and Natsuhi, their respective versions of Kinzo are precisely the versions of Kinzo they want and need the most. Wish-fulfilment versions of the Ushiromiya head.

Something weird is happening here, something that goes deeper than Umineko’s standard dichotomy of self stuff. Unlike every other person with two personas, Kinzo’s other side only ever emerges around people who specifically want/need a kinder Kinzo at that exact moment – Genji who has had to endure the decline of his friend/master, and Natsuhi who has had her self-worth torn to shreds over the course of the family conference. The second Kinzo does not reflect on Kinzo himself, but only on those who benefit from the other Kinzo’s existence.

Pulling a detective/romantic reading on the scene, and the emotional truth that underpins both scenes is that of exhausted people obtaining the validation from Kinzo that they so desperately need. Outside of any logistics, both Genji and Natsuhi interact with Kinzo who undergoes a personality shift, and he issues profound words that serve to bolster their mood and resolve.

This facet of Kinzo has nothing to do with Kinzo himself and everything to do with the people that need something from Kinzo. But unlike Sayo and her people-pleaser Shannon persona, there is no indication that Kinzo is consciously choosing to become this person, or that these versions of Kinzo even exist outside of the perspective of those who benefit.

Excluding these weird moments, every other part of Kinzo produces a consistent character: a super-wealthy abusive man who dabbles in occultism, likely as a by-product of a murky, fascist past. He is bitter and violent and obsessive and deeply selfish, the patriarch in his rotting ivory tower. You can plot a throughline from the young man who profiteered off of the war to the old man using occult magic rituals to murder his children with suspiciously European names in service of resurrecting the witch he lusts after whose gold is in his possession.

The kindly Kinzo who remarks fondly towards Genji, or the Kinzo who validates Natsuhi’s self-esteem, do not fit with the pattern in any way. They do not even fit in a mirror-self dichotomy way where this represents a buried side of Kinzo. It is, well and truly, as if he is a different person entirely in these moments.

It is narratively incongruent in a way I cannot fully wrap my head around. My first instinct is to consider how Kinzo is never seen through Battler’s eyes, and therefore these accounts of his behaviour could be filled with falsehoods, but even that doesn’t really help or explain why. The emotional truth dictates that these moments Genji and Natsuhi experience exist and did happen, and since there is no kinetic motion to these scenes there is no way or reason to disprove that – because nothing physically happens, it wouldn’t make sense for there to be scenes that are wholly irrelevant.

In short, I am sure that something is happening here, but as yet I am unsure as to what, and how that fits in with anything else. These Kinzo moments do not fit, and it is driving me a little crazy.

So instead of focusing on these slippery emotional beats, let’s consider some more physical extensions of Kinzo’s actions/philosophies: the occult symbols in use around Rokkenjima.

The first major symbol worth considering is the iron cross sigil painted on the storehouse door. Discovered by Eva, Hideyoshi, Kanon, and Genji while searching for the missing six, it is likely some kind of signifier or signpost for the location of the bodies. I’ve spoken before about how the primary purpose of this sigil is to authenticate the witch narrative – a dark magic summoning circle juxtaposed with half a dozen corpses makes it very easy to associate the two elements with each other.

However, I also want to consider an additional interpretation/purpose/meaning for the iron cross specifically being chosen to mark the location of the bodies. The iron cross as a symbol has two commonly-known potential meanings: one is that of a medieval Christian sect, and the other is. Well. A symbol of Nazi Germany on a par with other foul iconography such as the swastika and the imperial eagle.

As an aside, incredibly curious that the Ushiromiya crest is the one-winged eagle, a symbol which bears a passing resemblance to the black imperial eagle if it was vertically bisected and coloured gold. Not sure if this is intentional or me over-reading the fascist subtext, but if it’s deliberate, it fits neatly into the pattern.

What’s important here is that a great slaughter is marked with a sigil drenched in fascism – the iron cross dressed in occult wrappings speaks very keenly to a very specific ideology, one that fits too well when you consider Kinzo’s wartime profiteering, his obsession with the west, and his children with European names. There is a fascist rot at the heart of the Ushiromiya family, and the existence of the iron cross sigil speaks to the idea that somebody is aware of this, and they are calling it out.

Of course, this is a little complicated if you consider the fact that Battler never saw the sigil himself and thus the objectivity of the thing is brought into question, but even from a more Romantic lens, Eva, Hideyoshi, and the servants are confronted with a symbolic representation of the fascism which pervades so much of what it means to be an Ushiromiya – Eva is repulsed and immediately demands it be removed. Perhaps as a double-reach metaphor to how Eva is aware of how rotten this entire family is, and how she chooses again and again to turn a blind eye to this revelation in order to affirm her place in the hierarchy?

I think the case can be made that it speaks to the way that this ideological foulness is a kind of open secret among the family, where they’re all aware on some level that fascist alignment is very much disgusting, but the pressures to conform to the Ushiromiya ideals force them all to wilfully pick denial time and time again. That cognitively dissonant contradiction, another sort of psychological dichotomy, adds another layer to how the Ushiromiya adults operate. They are basically having to hardwire their brains to skip over ninety percent of what is before their eyes just to keep up the illusion that their family isn’t a cesspit of abuse and evil politics. Choosing denial is always easier than choosing change.

So then, the iron cross sigil becomes an open message, a challenge to the Ushiromiya family. It forces them to reckon with the naked truth of what they are and the legacy they inherit and perpetuate. The question then becomes: who would send this message, and why?

By wishing to confront the Ushiromiyas with the extreme end of what they stand for (fascism and murder), this clearly indicates that the person behind this is not an Ushiromiya themselves. Of the surviving Ushiromiya adults, neither Eva nor Natsuhi would ever deliberately toy with something that would threaten the foundation of their Ushiromiya pride. The cousins are likely too ignorant of these darker facts to utilise them (Maria is nine, Jessica and Battler wouldn’t be able to interfere with the crime scene of their dead parents, and George is, to be frank, too absorbed in the Ushiromiya ideological cool-aid to acknowledge such a truth even if he somehow knew about it). So this leaves one distinct group of people capable of producing this graffiti: the servants.

Two servants in particular stand out: the two who are best positioned to know the details of the Ushiromiya family’s bloody history, either out of experience or a desperate loathing. Genji and Kanon.

The likelihood of their involvement rises when you turn your attention to the other occult graffiti in this chapter: the “blood” stains around Natsuhi’s door. Again, if you assume their tangible existence to be unquestionable, the logistics of their discovery is that Natsuhi notices it after Genji wakes her to report that the phones are down and Gohda is missing.

Genji does not remark on the mess until Natsuhi points it out, and only then does he concede that he noticed it shortly before waking her. Either way, Genji waits until Natsuhi notices it before acknowledging it himself.

If you go back to the earlier frameworks of the witch narrative, the audience must convince themselves to some degree of the authenticity of the story before you can truly persuade them of its reality. If Genji comments on it before Natsuhi, he becomes suspicious and the graffiti becomes a whodunnit. If Natsuhi notices it first with shock and disgust, her initial fear and confusion rules the moment, and it is transformed into another piece of the emerging occult puzzle. The audience’s response dictates the story’s genre. Therefore, you must keep your reader receptive to the type of story you wish to tell.

And Genji, allowing Natsuhi to form her own initial opinions towards the graffiti, is greatly positioned to prime the conditions for a more authentic witch narrative.

And again, it is Genji, along with Kanon, who is there at the discovery of the iron cross sigil. A curious commonality. Both times, Genji silently stands by as a surviving Ushiromiya adult is forced to witness a disturbing and occult symbol, only speaking up once the seed of doubt has been planted.

If you consider the function of Beatrice in Umineko, then these incidents become stories, the Ushiromiyas the audience, and the servants the storytellers. The Beatrice narrative becomes that bit more real for Natsuhi, Eva, and Hideyoshi. The occult provides its twofold meaning.

I’ve already considered Natsuhi at length in this writeup, so now let’s think about the other audience members of this narrative performance: Eva and Hideyoshi. The only family branch to survive the first twilight unscathed, schemers and secret-keepers, who couldn’t be more suspicious if they tried.

One thing about Eva and Hideyoshi is that from their first appearance there has been a kind of suspect double-meaning scheme running between them. Circumstantially, it seems most likely that the gambit against Krauss during the conference was Eva’s brain child, and indeed it is Eva that is most committed to this plan. Hideyoshi, as her husband, is equally privy to these plans and suspicions (that they need the money, that Krauss is embezzling, that Kinzo might actually already be dead). The tension that runs between the two of them is that Hideyoshi is embarrassingly terrible at keeping his mouth closed, and Eva always has to be the one to smooth over his mistakes to keep the charade up. Eva only shows her hand when she is convinced with a large degree of certainty that she is right in what she’s doing, compared to Hideyoshi who is constantly almost giving the game away.

Given all this, we need to keep in mind two things: Eva and Hideyoshi are schemers, and they try their utmost to control the flow of information in their favour. Eva very carefully dances around the topic of Kinzo’s mortality for the longest time, never outright stating that this is what she is getting at when she ribs Natsuhi. Even in this chapter when Eva instructs Natsuhi to bring Kinzo down and the subtext is screaming as loud as it can, she never makes explicit her suspicions.

Hideyoshi, meanwhile, fumbles on the official narrative he and Eva are putting up almost immediately at the beginning of Umineko, and continues to waylay his wife’s subtlety at various points. When Eva is getting particularly barbed about the Kinzo issue, he tells her she should stop talking about it so much, thereby drawing everyone’s attention more keenly to the thing she’s saying without saying it. Hideyoshi tries, but he cannot play the doublespeak game like the other Ushiromiyas. For all intents and purposes, he is an open book.

This is important when considering his stance on certain matters related to the witch narrative and the murders. When the letter is first read, Hideyoshi is one of those who outright denies it as anything but a cruel practical joke. He does not believe in “Beatrice”. Then, in 1-10, upon witnessing the iron cross graffiti, Hideyoshi is the one who remarks that it is unnatural and demonic.

It is highly curious that Hideyoshi goes from being an out and out denier of Beatrice to immediately buying into the witch narrative. Just as it is curious that Hideyoshi is the one that takes charge upon the discovery of the bodies, and it is Hideyoshi that insists the cousins do not get a closer look at the bodies. Hideyoshi, who inexplicably survived the slaughter of the other adults along with Eva. Hideyoshi, who now is helping to peddle the witch narrative.

I think, if you consider this bizarre pattern of behaviour, and Eva and Hideyoshi’s respective personalities, it becomes incredibly apparent that the two of them are hiding something to do with the first twilight.

They survive where the other siblings didn’t. They take charge when looking for the missing bodies. They try their hardest to keep others from having a good look at the crime scene. They lean into the witch narrative where necessary.

There is an obvious conclusion here that can be reached when you consider Eva and Hideyoshi’s suspicious actions. And in a vacuum, I’d probably believe it. However, there are too many moving parts to go ahead and outright say that Eva and Hideyoshi are the culprits behind this. They are involved, yes, but just as the Beatrice narrative requires multiple components to manifest, so too does the first twilight.

That said, this is how I think it happened:

The first thing I need to clear up is that I think each component of the crime should be treated as a separate incident with separate parties involved. The six were killed, their bodies were mutilated, and they were locked up inside the storehouse. These are three distinct phases of the crime, and each does not necessarily have the same solution.

So to start, let’s try to answer the most pressing question: who killed the six victims? Off the bat, there are two overwhelmingly suspicious groups of people involved in this incident in some form: Eva and Hideyoshi, and Kanon and Genji. However, I do not think any of them are the ones who set the first domino falling.

Instead, let’s think about the logistics of the murders: everyone died at around the same time, and the way they were killed left no visible injuries. What method of murder could kill a large group of people instantly and without an obvious visible trace? A method that has itself already been foreshadowed right at the start of the sibling bickering by Eva: poison.

So, who could have poisoned everybody, and how? The simplest route is to assume via food or drinks served to the siblings as their argument rages into the night. Food and drink prepared by the only servant that is supposed to be in the mansion that night, whose schedule was altered for this specific purpose. I believe Gohda served the siblings something poisoned at around midnight, and I believe he did it at the behest of Krauss.

Krauss, serial embezzler, who uniquely stands to lose perhaps more than anyone now that the chance of someone snatching his lifeline of the Ushiromiya fortune out from under him is now highly possible. The only power and influence he has over his siblings is his certain knowledge that he will always control the Ushiromiya pursestrings no matter what they say or do. Until a mysterious letter comes along, claiming that anyone who solves a riddle will be granted ten tons of gold and full access to the money that he clings so desperately to.

Of course, for a sly coward like Krauss, this would be catastrophic. And his siblings have already shown once today that they are capable of working to undermine and overthrow his iron will. They failed only because he held all the financial cards. In a situation where one of them solves the epitaph and gets all the Ushiromiya wealth, every shred of power he has in this family is gone. So naturally, he would do anything to prevent this from coming to pass.

Midnight on Rokkenjima in the middle of a typhoon, with every threat to his power and wealth right before him? There could not be more perfect conditions to attempt to take their lives.

In order to do this, because Krauss is self-serving and shrewd as much as he is stupid, he most likely persuaded/bought Gohda off to prepare something poisoned for the siblings during the night. Perhaps he promised Gohda a portion of the gold, or perhaps he threatened Gohda that if he didn’t play along Krauss would blame him for the killings, and since Krauss has more money and status than Gohda could ever hope for, there’s no way Krauss’s version of events wouldn’t be believed.

Either way, I think Krauss got Gohda to serve poisoned refreshments to his siblings in an attempt to neatly take care of this problem. And in a way, I believe it worked: the siblings most afraid of Krauss’s power and abuse likely ingested the poisoned goods so as not to unduly upset their host at such a precarious time. That would be Rosa and Rudolf. Kyrie would, most likely at Rudolf’s behest, also unwittingly eat the poisoned food in order to prevent herself and her husband from losing face. That’s three people dead right there.

However, Eva, who is more paranoid and cautious and less afraid than anyone else, would not fall for it. And in solidarity, neither would Hideyoshi. Perhaps Eva suspected something was up with the refreshments, or perhaps she was simply seeking to make a petty remark about Krauss and the quality of Natsuhi’s servants that inadvertently saved her life, but either way, she does not get poisoned.

What Eva does do, however, is witness every single one of her siblings abruptly drop dead except for Krauss and his personal servant. Regardless of Eva’s personal characteristics, the facts stand that her other siblings have just been murdered, and that Krauss made an attempt on her life. In Krauss’s position, there are now surviving witnesses to his crime that will not easily be paid off. I’d imagine a kind of terse stand-off that can only be broken in one way: violence.

Either Krauss tried to take out Eva and Hideyoshi himself, or Eva attacked in outrage. Whichever it is, I believe that is when some kind of struggle commenced where Eva, the most athletic and fit Ushiromiya sibling, came out on top. Maybe she and Hideyoshi intended to kill Krauss and Gohda, or maybe it was an unfortunate byproduct of a desperate and violent scene. Either way, the end result is that there are now two more people dead, this time by Eva and Hideyoshi’s hands.

The only outlier to this neat series of events is Shannon, who would not be trusted enough by Krauss to be bought off, and would have no incentive to risk herself in something so dangerous. So when considering how she ended up dead with the others, I believe there are two likely scenarios: either she heard the struggle while doing her rounds and got caught up in the crossfire, or Gohda coerced her to come along with him as some kind of insurance for himself. Whichever is the case, the result is the same: Shannon was unfairly dragged into this, and was killed needlessly.

That roughly covers “who killed the six”. The next thing to consider is: who mutilated the bodies, and why?

Every corpse, when discovered, has their face torn off (or in the case of Krauss and Shannon, half their faces). This is gruesome and inexplicable and more than a little occult in nature. Most likely, Eva and Hideyoshi as the sole survivors would not think to mutilate the corpses in such a way.

I think somebody who has a vested interest in the Beatrice narrative saw an opportunity and made the most of it: Kanon and Genji.

The series of events here is, I think, that Kanon and Genji end up heading over to the mansion past midnight. Perhaps to further the next step in Kanon’s “Beatrice” scheme, or perhaps because it’s been hours and Shannon has still not returned. When they head over to the mansion, what they discover is Eva and Hideyoshi standing over six corpses, Shannon among them.

I think for someone like Kanon, whose whole purpose is looking out for and protecting Shannon, seeing her killed would change things significantly. Perhaps he believes some kind of story by Eva and Hideyoshi that they had nothing to do with her death, or maybe he doesn’t. What matters most is that six people have been murdered and the conditions of the first twilight are complete. For Kanon, now that Shannon is dead, all that is left is to continue to see the epitaph be fulfilled and bring about the downfall of the Ushiromiya family.

Most likely, he and Genji would reassure Eva and Hideyoshi that they would take care of the bodies. Eva and Hideyoshi, unwilling to ask more questions, would then most likely depart the scene and go about concocting stories and alibis for themselves. This would leave Kanon and Genji as the ones to mutilate the bodies.

One thing I am sure of is that Kanon would have reservations about desecrating Shannon’s corpse, so it most likely stands that half her face got smashed in the struggle that killed her (if her face is indeed even touched in the first place), as with Krauss. I’m not sure about Gohda here, but it seems reasonable to assume that he wasn’t killed by blunt force face trauma, and I don’t think the specifics of his murder matter too much. What does matter is that there are six bodies on the ground, two of which have gruesome face wounds.

This alone would allow any observer to very easily piece things together, and at least one aim of the witch narrative is to present an unsolvable mystery. So the faces of the others equally get smashed up in order to disguise the crime, and make it seem more impossible and horrific (I believe that at least some of the surprise from Eva and Hideyoshi upon the discovery of the bodies was genuine, indicating that their involvement ended before the mutilation).

I can’t definitively say how the mutilation was achieved, but I believe Battler’s theory of them being plowed through with a gardening tool is a fair enough assumption. Something that might also work is if the faces were blasted point-blank with a gun, but since there’s no indication that there are firearms on Rokkenjima, I think it was most likely done by Genji and Kanon with some gardening tool.

The third and final port of call is transporting the bodies to the storehouse and preparing the crime scene for discovery. The relevant facts needed to understand this is that the perpetrator must a) have enough knowledge of Rokkenjima and access to its keys to set up the scene, and b) have enough knowledge of the occult to produce these convincing sigils and pieces of graffiti. The only people who could possible be in that position are Kinzo’s furniture servants.

Most likely, Genji is the one who takes the bodies from wherever they were killed (the parlor or the dining room?) and brings them to the storehouse. Kanon, then, is the one who most likely sets about adding the occult touches to the scene to reinforce the Beatrice narrative as compellingly as possible. There is a line just before the bodies are discovered that the only fingerprints on the storehouse door would be Kanon and Genji’s. This explains how that assumption works in their favour, and yet equally reveals that since they were the only ones to touch the storehouse, they were likely also the only ones who could have put the bodies there.

The cleanup of the crime scene is likely equally easily explained away by it being Kanon and Genji: Kinzo’s furniture would have full access to whatever cleaning supplies they needed, and not a single Ushiromiya family member knows enough about the workings of the servants to even tell if something like that had happened. The class alienation allows them to further cover their tracks in setting the stage for the witch narrative that will ultimately eat this family alive to unfold.

In summary, the first twilight can be thought of as a daisy chain baton passing of responsibility between numerous actors and parties involved in the crime. First Krauss attempts to poison his siblings via Gohda, then Eva and Hideyoshi emerge as the sole survivors of the carnage, and then Kanon and Genji take over and turn these events from a senseless crime into the opening act for the story of the Golden Witch’s resurrection.

Neat and tidy. A closed case, almost. However, there is still one more thing to consider before we’re done here: this is the first of nine twilights. Given the daisy chain of culpability here that mirrors the same chain of abuser/abused seen in the family dynamics outside of the killings, it is therefore a given that something from the first twilight will lead on directly into the second.

So, what loose threads are there from this first set of murders? On the whole, this series of events is fairly clean and self-contained, except for one thing which disrupts the narrative pattern: there is a single branch of the Ushiromiya family that is wholly untouched by the tragedy that unfolded. Krauss’s death affects Natushi and Jessica, Rudolf and Kyrie’s deaths affect Battler , Rosa’s death affects Maria, Shannon’s death affects Kanon, Gohda.

In this framework, the loss of Shannon belongs to Kanon more than anyone else, which leaves George without a loss to uniquely call his own. Both of his parents are alive and well, the only couple left standing.

To put it another way, Eva and Hideyoshi are two who are close. The only other partnership of individuals left on Rokkenjima is Kanon and Genji (if that even exists outside of my theorising) but in no way can you reasonably call the two of them “close”. Everyone else is adrift and alienated: Natsuhi and Jessica still have a strained relationship, Battler is still very far removed from the rest of his family, Kinzo has nothing to do with anyone, and Maria and George both already lost the person they cared most about.

So, by every measure of the epitaph, Eva and Hideyoshi are the best fit for “the two who are close” who will be torn apart by “those who remain”. Given that we’re now fully in the murder interpretation of the epitaph, who among the survivors is most likely to kill Eva and Hideyoshi, and why?

Someone who sees the pattern for what it is and needs to keep up the resurrection ritual? A jaded, desperate servant who doesn’t fully buy their version of events and who could become hungry for revenge? An unrelated chain of events that just so happens to fall out in the required way? The Golden Witch Beatrice herself?

Who knows. The second twilight is some time off. For now, we still need to pick up the pieces of the first twilight, and see how the aftermath will shape everyone left on Rokkenjima, before the slaughter inevitably resumes.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

for you wip Wednesday posts, do you just post as you write? like are the parts all continuous or is there parts between that you don’t post? (sorry if this is dumb, I’m just curious how you do yours:))

okay so (get ready for a long winded explanation of how my writing works sorry in advance)

for wipw, i have sort of a basic outline for plot points and stuff. i know roughly how each of the stories go and how they end. that being said, i have two docs (or more) per au. one with the outline and the other is the draft i'm posting for you guys. like here's the actual docs in my bookmarks (ignore my joke titles okay)

(ID: a screenshot of my Firefox, with a folder of bookmarks showing.)

cutting here because sweet lord this got long

as you can see i've got all my wipw docs in a bookmark folder so i can find them easily. DIH, BB, OG, 🦊, and 🦊WIPW are all writing folders. DIH is a long fic for another fandom. BB stands for 'big bang' and is for all my 'cosmic lost and found' stuff. OG is my ocs stuff :). Fox is anything aftg-related that isn't for wipw. and finally wipw is... wipw.

ALSO 'strips and tags' is the doc where i keep my little 'headings' for wipw posts as well as the tags so i don't have to type that shit everytime! (ex: 'WIP Wednesday (10/25) | Guardian Angel Neil (Part --)'

anyway! i write on them and cut them into chunks for wipw. the size of the 'chunk' each ask gets depends on how well the story flows and if it's a good stopping point. so sometimes it's just a couple paragraphs and sometimes it's almost a full fucking page because i couldn't decide where to chop it?

also usually i like to work a bit ahead so i'm not starting with nothing the next week. so when i don't and i get a lot for a certain au it stresses me out bc i don't know where we're going and i have to come up with it on the fly so i can answer asks??

this is also why i write in order and i could never write bits and pieces here and there all over the timeline like Ash does. it would Stress Me Out sooo bad lol

to answer the actual question: yeah.

for the most part, it's mostly how the final draft will be. but in the final i'll probably flesh out certain bits to make it make sense. like we just Jump into the scene a lot in wipw posts and it makes sense for wipw posts. but it wouldn't in an actual longfic on ao3? you know?

also in angel neil, some of the events are out of order. i never expected people to care about it so much so originally it was gonna be a lotttt shorter so andrew talks to betsy about it right away. i think in the Finished Fic (whenever that will be) he won't mention neil to betsy for a while?? but idk for sure we still have a long ass way to go.

thanks for asking this i'm sorry if you didn't want to read my life story but i don't have anyone to talk about writing with really and also i'm insane and can't just say yes/no i have to EXPLAIN

[silver-tooth-the-panther]

Id just like to say that I love all of your demon slayer stories,it's so rare to have good stories about this,especially with a demon...so good job !👏

If it's not a bother could I request a demon slayer douma soft vore story with a reader who just wants to die(he can't feel pain, everyone hates and fears her,they often throw rocks at him and lure him into traps,(that's where douma comes in) and asks douma to kill him to put him out of his misery)

Idc if hes a demon or not,his name is Mashiro,known as Shiro,he has Long black hair and ice blue eyes,quite skinny and looks like he hasn't eaten in a while,very shy and quiet,but polite.

Id appreciate it if you did,but you don't need to,just a question...

(AAAaaHHHhhhh thank you!! I’m so glad that you love my stories! And yeah finding good demon slayer vore is really hard so I’m glad that I can supply it! I’m planning on writing a Rengoku x Giyuu vore fic from my AU so keep an eye out for that! Anyways, enjoy your fic!$

Bunny in a Snare

(A Douma Soft Vore Fanfic)

Warnings: abuse, suicidal thoughts and requests, and comfort vore

It happened again. Cruelty had chosen Mashiro once more as he was tightly constricted by a net made of wire. The wire dug into his skin, but he couldn’t care less. Mashiro couldn’t feel pain, not anymore.

Everyone acted like Mashiro was nothing more than vermin and they constantly tortured him. Whether it be by throwing rocks at him or getting him snared in a trap much like this one.

He wasn’t exactly sure why they treated him this way. Maybe it was because of his long black hair and beautiful blue eyes that made him look like a girl or maybe it was because of his family’s history as thieves. No matter the reason, the people of his village treated him like a pest.

Mashiro laid still so the wires wouldn’t cut further into him. His stomach growled as he lay there. He wanted to end it all. Mashiro had no reason to live and no one to live for.

“Oh? What’s this?” Someone said curiously. A large shadow loomed over Mashiro. He looked up to see a pale muscular man with platinum blonde hair and rainbow eyes.

“A little bunny caught in a snare? Now this is quite the surprise.” The man smiled as he looked down at Mashiro. He saw the fangs that the man had. The man was a demon!

“Who..are you?” Mashiro winced as the wires tightened against his body. “I’m Douma, darling.” The man said with a grin. “Here, let me help you get out of that snare.”

Douma raised his hand, revealing his sharp blue claws. He then sliced through the wire net as if it was made out of paper. “There we are. Now, what’s your name, little bunny?” The demon walked up to the boy and sat down next to him.

“I’m Mashiro, but some people call me Shiro..and thank you.” Douma gave Mashiro a pleasant smile. “It wasn’t a problem. Human life is too precious to waste.” Douma sat there next to the injured boy, waiting for him to leave.

However, Mashiro didn’t move. He hoped that the demon would devour him so that his suffering would end. “Why aren’t you fleeing, little bunny? I set you free and it looks like you need some food.” Douma asked, confused.

“Please..I can’t stand my life anymore..I know that I’ll get trapped again..so please just kill me.” Mashiro whispered as tears streamed down his face. Douma tilted his head and gently picked up the frail boy.

It was clear that Mashiro hadn't eaten much. He was incredibly skinny and light. “There’s no need for that. I’m sure that there are others who care about you. Like your family or friends.” Mashiro shook his head. “No..I have no one.”

Douma frowned as he put a hand to his chin, thinking. He didn’t eat many males, but there was no way that this boy could survive on his own. It would be cruel to leave him alone. Then an idea popped into his mind.

“Your wish is my command.” Douma gently picked up Mashiro. Mashiro closed his eyes as he awaited his fate. Douma opened his maw and carefully put Mashiro inside.

Mashiro felt the warmth of Douma’s maw and sighed. At least, he would die soon. Douma tilted his head back and started to swallow the boy. His fangs brushed softly against the boy’s kimono.

The demon’s throat was a warm, plush tunnel that guided Mashiro into the demon’s belly. Mashiro was confused why Douma decided to swallow him whole instead of ripping his flesh apart, but he guessed that being chewed would be incredibly painful.

Douma was quick to finish swallowing the boy. He could feel Mashiro entering his belly and he gently rested a hand on his stomach. Douma’s stomach felt like a soft, protective blanket that wrapped around Mashiro and kept him warm.

Mashiro opened his eyes and looked around him. Douma’s tummy was dark, yet comforting. The soft sounds of the demon’s heartbeat and belly were incredibly soothing. Mashiro had never felt so comfortable.

“Thank..you.” Mashiro said as he let his body rest against the soft walls. “You’re welcome, little bunny.” Douma’s voice was muffled by the walls of flesh that surrounded Mashiro. Douma took a deep breath before continuing. “I..I’m not going to digest you.”

“You’re not?” Mashiro was confused. He thought that demons would jump at the chance of a free meal, so this was strange. “Why not?” Mashiro’s voice was quiet and soft.

“I may be a demon, but I’m not a rabid beast and besides, that would be cruel to kill somebody as unfortunate as you. Especially when I could take care of you.” Douma purred as he gently rubbed his belly.

“Oh, you..would do that for me?” For the first time in his life, hope could be found in Mashiro’s voice. “Of course, little bunny. As I said before, human life is too precious to waste.”

“Thank you! Thank you so much!” A soft smile appeared on Mashiro’s face as he snuggled into the soft walls of Douma’s tummy. “You’re very welcome.” Douma chuckled.

The soft movements and sounds of Douma’s belly were gentle and soothing. Mashiro yawned as he curled up inside the demon’s tummy. “Are you tired, little bunny?” Douma asked softly.

“Yeah..” Mashiro said weakly. He was having trouble fighting the urge to sleep. Douma noticed this and chuckled. “No need to worry. Go to sleep, little bunny. You’ll feel better soon.”

“Thank you.” Those words left Mashiro’s lips as he fell asleep. His body rested inside the demon’s belly. Once Douma felt the boy sleeping, he stood up, held his belly close, and headed back to his home.

Mashiro woke up a few hours later. However, he was in a new and strange place. His icy blue eyes looked around him. Mashiro found himself resting in a cozy bed in a purple room. There was a small table in front of him that had a plate of peaches and strawberries on top of it.

The room didn’t have much in it, but it seemed rather comfortable. There was a red cushion in the back of the room that was surrounded by a few other small cushions and blankets. Sitting on the red cushion was Douma sipping tea.

Once the demon saw Mashiro awake, he instantly put down his tea and crawled towards him. “Good morning, little bunny! Do you sleep well?” Douma’s voice was sweet and playful.

Mashiro nodded as he gave the demon a soft smile. “Thank you. I owe you my life.” Douma hugged Mashiro tightly. “Don’t worry about repaying me. Just eat up and enjoy yourself!”

[silentshadowbl0g]

text update 06-2023

hey yall! thanks for the nice tags on my recent art- a big reminder that i am pretty active on twitter @sadmachlne666 (the i is a lower case L) and i usually post art regularly, sometimes still warriors, but usually its whatever im into

as far as personal life, the mods and I have had a really hard past couple of years, but we’re doing our best to keep going.

Orion and i spent the whole month of October together last year, and we both plan on visiting Heck soon. I believe they’re both still technically mods here but I’ll be really surprised to see them answer anything, as they’ve both pretty much washed their hands clean of warrior cats or anything of the like.

I’m moving out of my parents house FINALLY- I’ll be moving in a 3 bedroom with two other friends of mine this upcoming July, im super excited.

(Everythings been paid off except the first bill due the first of July, im okay with money but my commissions ARE still open, i just may be slow getting to them cause im busy with preparations and my irl job. if you cant comm me, please consider reblogging the comm price post! thanks!)

As for Silentshadow’s Path- all ive done the past few years is brainstorm TBH! i have a very loose world and story built in my head but ive yet to nail anything down- mostly just the characters and their motivations and roles in the story. Trying to keep everything as it was when it was warrior-ifed is pretty hard, but i have to remind myself ive been working on these characters since 2013, its gonna be hard to change a world overnight (for me anyway).

So ive been thinking- i might just abandon this blog and make a new one? go back to my roots, make new references for everyone (everyone im keeping anyway. remember i made over 200 characters for this story??)

I’m tempted to just private/archive this blog, its what i wanna do but i know lots of fans, including my friends even, enjoy going back and just looking through this blog every now and then- id hate to take it away from anyone.

But as of now, even though im a bit too busy to draw and sit down and chat, Id love to interact with you guys again, feel free to send me some asks every now and then if you have any questions. I’ll let yall know what i do in the future- probably after im moved into my new apartment! Thanks for an amazing couple of years this whole project was.

[fullfledgedghost]

happy holiday star season and happy hatoful fandom secret santa exchange day everybirdie =) no other holidays today (lying)

my recipient was @iwritenarrativesandstuff ! i wrote a short fic about mirror hiyoko roping ryouta and nageki into some shenanigans, its mostly character interactions and one bit where i paraphrase instructions on how to set up a classic prank. i hope u enjoy! happy holidays ^_^

synopsis: hiyoko tries to play a practical joke on her teacher and gets nageki and ryouta to help. it... doesn’t go exactly as planned, but they still have fun!

“Hey Ryouta? Have you ever heard of April Fool’s Day?”

Ryouta and Hiyoko are hanging out after school at Torimi Café, doing their homework together. When Hiyoko asks him this question, Ryouta looks up from his work.

“Huh? April Fools Day?” He repeats, for clarification’s sake.

“Yeah! It’s an old human holiday,” Hiyoko excitedly tells him. “I don’t think it was ever that popular in Japan, but they celebrated it in other places. You play pranks on all your friends, but not mean pranks, just the funny ones.”

Ryouta hums. “I’ve never heard of that. It sounds kind of fun, but I don’t know how to pull pranks..”

Hiyoko nods. “Me neither! But learning about it inspired me to try playing pranks on people anyway.”

Ryouta suddenly looks nervous. “Are you gonna pull a prank on me?” He asks Hiyoko.

She laughs. “Of course not! I want you to help me pull a prank...” Hiyoko pauses for dramatic effect. “On our teacher!”

Ryouta seems relieved. “Oh, good. Wait, no, Hiyoko, what do you mean? Play a prank on our teacher??”

She grins. “Mhm! We both have class with Nanaki-Sensei, right? It would be the perfect setting for an ambush!”

Ryouta seems unconvinced. “I don’t know.. that seems like it could be dangerous. What if we get in trouble?”

“How could it be dangerous? It’s not like I’m suggesting we play a prank on, say, Doctor Iwamine.” Hiyoko replies.

Ryouta shivers. “Now that would be really dangerous. Just imagining what would happen to us is making me nervous!”

Hiyoko pats Ryouta on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, we won’t play any pranks on him this time. Maybe in a future story, though.”

“A what?” Ryouta looks confused.

“Don’t worry about it,” Hiyoko tells him. “So, are you in?”

Ryouta hums, thinking it over. “...sure, why not.”

“Yaay!!” Hiyoko claps. “Thank you, Ryouta!” She gives him a quick hug.

He smiles and returns the gesture. “No problem, Hiyoko.”

She pulls away and starts piling her homework up to put away in her bag. She then pulls out a blank piece of paper, and writes PRANK PLANS at the top. She shows it to Ryouta with an evil smile.

“So..” Hiyoko gestures to the page. “Any ideas?”

Nageki is sitting in his room reading when his phone rings. He sighs, putting in his bookmark before picking up the phone. It’s probably Hiyoko and Ryouta asking for help with their homework again.

When he picks up the phone, his suspicions are confirmed by the ‘Tosaka, Hiyoko’ caller ID that pops up. He takes the call.

“Hello?”

Hiyoko’s cheery voice answers from the other end. “Hey Nageki!”

Nageki smiles despite himself. “Did you need help with a homework problem, Tosaka?”

“What? No! Gosh, do you think so low of me, Nageki?” Hiyoko responds with exaggerated offense.

“...” Nageki stays quiet.

“Don’t just say nothing!! You’re so mean!” Hiyoko laughs. “Anyway, I actually wanted your help with something else!”

Ah, so he wasn’t entirely wrong. “Alright. What do you want help with?”

“Me and Ryouta are planning to play a prank on Nanaki-Sensei! Wanna join? We could really use your help.” Hiyoko asks.

That isn’t at all what Nageki was expecting. “You’re... planing a prank? Why?”

Hiyoko laughs nervously. “Well, there’s this whole story about an old human holiday, but I don’t wanna tell it again. Just for fun, I guess!”

Nageki shakes his head in disbelief. Those two can be so ridiculous. Still.. it did sound kind of fun. As long as Hitori doesn’t ground him or something because of it.

“Pleaaaase?” Hiyoko pleads with Nageki. “It’ll be fun, I promise! At least I hope it will!”

Nageki sighs. “..sure.”

“Great! Thank you, Nageki!” He could practically hear Hiyoko’s smile through the phone. “We can discuss plans tomorrow at school. Should we meet in the library?”

“That sounds good to me.” Nageki replies.

“Alright! See you later, Nageki!”

“Bye, Tosaka.”

After a day of planning, and a few days getting materials together, Hiyoko and her birdie backup are ready to go!

They sneak into school early, climbing through a broken window that the custodial staff hadn’t gotten around to fixing yet. Thank you, Anghel!

Trying to be quiet, even though they assumed the building would be empty, the trio makes their way over to Hiyoko and Ryouta’s homeroom classroom, class 2-3.

Nageki almost drops the plastic bucket they had brought, and refuses to accept Ryouta’s help when he offers to help carry it. Ryouta just sighs.

Once they reach the classroom, Hiyoko starts assigning jobs.

“Okay, Ryouta!” She whispers assertively while pointing at him.

“Yes?” He jumps as she turns and points at him so quickly.

“You’ll be filling the bucket with water!” She waits as Nageki hands Ryouta the bucket. “There’s a water fountain in the next hallway over, it should be the quickest way to fill it.”

“Aye aye, Hiyoko!” Ryouta salutes her before rushing off to fill the bucket.

“And you, Nageki,” she whirls around to point at him now, “will be holding the door steady while I balance the bucket on top of it!”

Nageki nods, seeming to take his job seriously. He likes getting to feel helpful, even if its for something silly like this.

Ryouta comes back with the bucket, trying to keep water from splashing out as he runs. Hiyoko laughs evilly.

“Perfect! Now, Nageki, the stepstool?” She turns to Nageki, who rushes over to the nearest janitor’s closet and grabs a stepstool from inside. He drags it back over to the door and gives Hiyoko a nod. She nods back, then mounts the stool and accepts the bucket from Ryouta.

With Nageki holding the door steady and Ryouta keeping lookout, Hiyoko takes a few moments to balance the bucket. She fumbles it a few times, but luckily doesn’t drop it, and in a minute or so the bucket is successfully balanced! Ryouta claps softly as Hiyoko gets off the stepstool and Nageki returns it to Mr. One’s closet.

Hiyoko high fives both of her friends. She giggles.

“Okay, now let’s get out of here! We can wait in the library until class is about to start, so we don’t seem suspicious.” Hiyoko tells the others. Both birdie boys give her a nod, and the trio dissolves into laughter as they race each other to the library.

After a little while of waiting and chatting in the library, the bell rings to signify that class is about to start. The trio leaves the library and make their way over to class 2-3, hoping they’ll be able to see their prank come to fruition before Nageki’s class started, since his homeroom was in a completely different classroom.

And it seems like it will! Right as they turn the corner of the hallway, all three teens can see a bird about to open the door to class 2-3! But...

“Sakuya, look out!” Ryouta shouts, trying to get the fantail’s attention. They were about to prank the wrong bird! Their classmate Sakuya was entering the classroom early, even before Nanaki-Sensei!

Sakuya turns around to look at Ryouta as he pushes the door open.

“Kawara? What are you-“ he is cut off by a wave of water, as the plastic bucket falls on him and soaks him!

Ryouta cringes. Nageki tries not to laugh. Hiyoko does laugh, but covers her mouth.

“Ashslkj!” Sakuya sputters, fuming with anger. “What mockery was that??? Do classrooms in Japan typically dump water on their students?? This is nonsense!”

“Sakuya, I’m sorry, this was a mistake. The bucket was for Nanaki-Sensei.” Ryouta tells him sheepishly.

“What are you talking about? Explain yourself, Kawara!” Sakuya points a soggy feather at the other bird.

Hiyoko steps over to them. “Sakuya, don’t get mad at Ryouta! This was my idea, I just asked for his help. Plus, he tried to warn you!”

Sakuya doesn’t look appropriately chastised. “Then I should be mad at both of you! Explain yourselves, now! I won’t be asking again!”

As Hiyoko and Ryouta try to explain the situation to a grumbling Sakuya, Nageki is approached by a rather worried Nanaki-Sensei.

“Wh-what’s going on here? Did somebody pour water on Shirogane??” Nanaki asks, concerned.

Nageki shrugged, trying not to get his friends or himself in trouble.

“There was a bucket on the door. I think Shirogane was going to find you, so it was probably supposed to fall on you.” Nageki tells him.

“Eep!” Nanaki seems scared just at the thought of such a thing. “M-maybe it’s a good thing I was late today, then...”

Sakuya notices Nanaki-Sensei’s arrival and storms over to him. Nanaki looks like he wants to hide.

“Nanaki-Sensei!” Sakuya barks. “Why weren’t you in your classroom! Class was about to start, and Doctor Iwamine sent me to fetch you for him!”

Nanaki laughs nervously. “Ehe, I may have.. forgotten to set my alarm for this morning. B-but at least I got here before class actually started!” He cowers under Sakuya’s angry gaze.

Nageki walks over to his friends as Sakuya begins lecturing Nanaki-Sensei about respecting himself and his responsibilities. Ryouta and Hiyoko both seem exhausted from trying to subdue Sakuya.

“Well... it seems like our plan failed.” Hiyoko sighs. “Sorry for roping you two into this. I thought it would be fun.”

“...I had fun.” Nageki admits. “Even though we hit the wrong bird.”

Ryouta chuckles. “Yeah, me too. We probably shouldn’t do this again, though. And we should hope and pray that Sakuya doesn’t sell us out to Nanaki-Sensei...”

“Or Hitori..” Nageki murmurs.

Hiyoko laughs. “As long as we don’t get suspended or killed, maybe it worked out okay!”

“Someone is getting killed? When and where? I may be interested in attending.” A deeper voice from behind makes all three teens flinch and spin around, where they find Doctor Iwamine standing menacingly in the hallway.

“Doctor Iwamine?!” Ryouta sputters. “What are you doing here?”

“And nobody is getting killed!!” Hiyoko adds.

The doctor shrugs, looking slightly disappointed by Hiyoko’s addition. “I was wondering why it was taking Shirogane so long to fetch his teacher for me. Now I see why. What manner of mischief has been conducted here?”

As Ryouta is about to start explaining everything again, the bell to begin class rings. Nageki looks towards his friends, waves, and then runs down the hallway towards his classroom. Doctor Iwamine seems annoyed by the interruption, while Nanaki-Sensei seems relieved.

“A-alright, everybirdie inside! Class has started!” Nanaki declares, nudging the bucket into a corner and holding the door for his students, who had gathered in the hallway as the chaos continued.

Doctor Iwamine sighs. “Oh well. I suppose I’ll have to get the story later. Farewell.”

Ryouta and Hiyoko sigh in relief as he leaves.

“We really dodged a bullet there,” Ryouta breathes.

“Kawara! Tosaka!” Both teens jump as their teacher singles them out. “Please go and get your classmate Shirogane a towel from Mr. One!”

Hiyoko elbows Ryouta lightly. “You jinxed us.” She tells him. He pretends to be offended.

“Quickly, if possible!” Nanaki-Sensei encourages.

Ryouta and Hiyoko both bow to him, flustered, before walking together to Mr. One’s room. They may not have escaped trouble for now, but they figured it was better not to test their luck.

Maybe next time they’d stick to a smaller scale prank. Or one with less water.