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Changing Plotlines ⭑˚💞⭑ 𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠

yandere!ocs x f!reader

yandere, reverse harem, yandere reverse harem, original characters x fem!reader, slowburn, isekai

A desperate cry on your deathbed leads to you being given a fresh start at life. You're overjoyed at having finally obtained a healthy body and a real chance at living normally, only to discover that you've been transported into a yandere game, where danger lurks at every corner. Determined to protect your new life at any cost, you vow to stay as far away from the major characters of the game as possible. But things don't always go as planned.

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Three of the yanderes have already been avoided. I just need to keep this up and make sure Flora doesn’t meet the last one, and I’ll be golden.

Ever since you’d decided to derail the game’s plot altogether, you were feeling a lot better about things. Naturally, you were still going to keep up with your sword-fighting lessons, just as a precautionary measure, but this way, you could be friends with Flora without feeling so damn paranoid all the time.

Today, you were back on academy grounds, and presently in your botany class. Memorizing things had always come easily to you, and besides, your preexisting knowledge from your previous world certainly came in handy. A lot of the plants in this world were similar to the ones you were already familiar with, and since basic science wasn’t different either, it was safe to say that your diligent nature was allowing you to breeze through the course.

Your professor was currently in the middle of handing back the quiz you’d taken last class, and he briefly paused in front of your desk, a faint smile rising to his lips.

“Good job, [Name],” he hummed, placing the paper in front of you. “Perfect score again.”

You couldn’t help the grin that spread all the way up to your ears.

Hehe. I’m so awesome.

It felt really good to excel at something. It was completely different from what you were used to. Being sick drastically limited the number of things a person was able to do, not to mention how much it affected the quality of their life. It really sucked how severe illness plagued such an alarming percentage of the population. You knew it wasn’t possible for all of them to miraculously recover, but you hoped that their suffering would lessen somewhat.

But onto less depressing topics, you’d scored another perfect grade on a quiz! Hooray! Come to think of it, you had yet to receive anything less than a perfect score in this class. Was it possible to keep this up until the end of the semester?

Hopelessly optimistic, you decided to make that another goal of yours—finishing your botany class with nothing short of 100 percent. Which, compared to completely altering the plot of this yandere game and preventing several deaths in the process, was really no big deal.

The good news had put you in even better spirits, and right as you were packing up your books and preparing to head over to your next class, the professor called out to you.

“Ah, [Name]. Wait a moment, please,” he said. “If you don’t mind sparing me a minute, come by my desk. I have something I’d like to talk about.”

You wondered what he wanted. Perhaps he hadn’t yet gotten his fill of congratulating you for your excellence, and wanted to discuss your impressive intelligence more at length. Well, if that was the case, you certainly weren’t about to complain.

Still smiling, you made your way to the professor’s desk at the front of the class. “Yes? What do you want to speak to me about, sir...?”

You trailed off near the end, and the other person standing in front of the prof’s desk peered over at you inquisitively.

It was Lawrence Fleming. Holy mother of fuck. Why was he in the same class as you?!

You tried not to freak out. It was a big class, after all. There were countless other students in this class. You hadn’t even realized he was in it until now. Besides, you knew from the start that he attended the same academy as you, just like Cassius did, so it really wasn’t that surprising.

Right. No reason to panic. No reason to overreact and drop the course, not when you were doing so well for yourself. You didn’t know why the professor had called him over too, but it was probably something so minor that you’d end up chuckling at it later on after getting so pointlessly riled up.

“Thank you both for taking a bit of time out of your schedules,” the professor smiled. “The reason I’ve called you down here is because the two of you are my best students so far. Both of you are doing remarkably well, and I felt that your hard work deserved to be acknowledged.”

You strained a smile. Cool, this was cool. He was just praising the both of you. No big deal.

“And precisely because you’re both doing so well, I was thinking of pairing you together for an extra credit project.”

Oh my god. What the fuck? Not cool. This was, in fact, not cool!

Lawrence, however, seemed positively giddy. “Why, of course. That sounds like an amazing opportunity. Thank you, sir. We very much appreciate it.”

You couldn’t hide the grimace that swept across your expression. Ugh. You really should’ve expected his response to be something along those lines. Lawrence was ever determined to uphold his “goody-two-shoes" persona. It had something to do with making his family proud. He always went out of his way to get involved in extracurriculars and help organize different kinds of events. Considering how nasty his real personality was, it was kind of incredible how so many people held him in such high regard. They were convinced he was some sort of angel.

But you knew better. He was a stinky man. As stinky and two-faced as they came.

Get away from me, gross stinky man.

In a different timeline, you imagined yourself uttering those exact words to his face. Needless to say, you probably ended up dying in that timeline, so you opted for a different approach in this one.

“No thanks,” you politely declined, making both of them stare at you in disbelief. “I’m happy just following along with the current curriculum as is. I’m doing my best to maintain my grades across all my classes, so if I spend too much time on this one, I’m worried it’ll affect my performance in the rest of them.”

“A-Are you absolutely certain?” the professor stammered. “It would just be a simple research project, but I have no doubt that intelligent students such as yourselves would benefit from it. Research opens up all kinds of doors. You must already know, but the top student at this academy, Cassius Crowe, started off doing similar projects. And now he’s become a valued member of the faculty, on par with some of our most accomplished senior professors.”

Bringing up Cassius, huh? This prof must’ve thought he was making a very persuasive case, but really all he was doing was steering you in the opposite direction.

“I’m sure,” you smiled. “But I do appreciate the opportunity. Thank you for reaching out to me. I look forward to seeing you next class!”

“Ah, [Name]!” the professor called out after you. “I do urge you to think on your decision for a while longer!”

Unfortunately for him, you were already walking away. And seriously, what kind of “acknowledgment” was this? Rewarding all your hard work with yet more work? You liked learning and all, but you still wanted to have some free time to yourself.

Thankfully, that was over and done with. Another sticky situation successfully avoided. God, you were badass.

Except when you left the building, you realized that Lawrence was following you.

Haha... man, fuck my life.

Lawrence was wearing his superficial smile, like always, but you could tell based on the look in his eyes that he was pretty annoyed with you. “I think this would be good for both of us,” he persisted. “I’m sure I can probably carry out the project on my own, but having a partner would help save a lot of time. Not to mention that the professor personally selected the two of us. It would be discourteous to refuse his offer.”

He was the type of guy who, in your previous world, would’ve certainly gotten picked on in high school for being the teacher’s pet. But here, given his noble status, he not only got away with it, but people even respected him for it. As far as most were concerned, he could do no wrong. Just a good guy, eager to get things done and help others out.

But would a good guy be going out of his way to pressure you into something you clearly didn’t want?

Yeah... probably not.

“I’m sorry,” you said, declining once more. “I’m just too busy with other things, and like I said before, I���d rather excel at all my classes instead of getting too tied up with one in particular. But I’m sure the professor will let you do the project on your own.”

And then, it happened. The smile you were so used to seeing on Lawrence’s face, the one he wore around everyone, including Flora...

It finally disappeared.

“You know, I didn’t make a fuss that day when you spilled your drink all over me during the food festival,” he glared. “I was quite embarrassed, but I was gracious enough to let it slide.”

So, he definitely still remembered you from back then. But seriously? He was trying to hold something as nonsensical as that over your head?

You scrunched up your brows. “It was just an accident. And I’m not sure what that has anything to do with our current situation.”

“You owe me,” he said simply. “And really, I shouldn’t have to beg in the first place. Don’t you have any desire to push yourself and strive to be better? Why would you settle for mediocrity? As I’ve already said before, this will be good for both of us. The more opportunities you have, the better.”

God, you felt like screaming! How dare he call your perfect grades mediocre! You were probably doing better than him in the class, anyways!

But ego aside, you really didn’t want to do this. And he wasn’t about to force you.

So, you clenched your fists and puffed out your chest. “I don’t owe you anything—”

“You owe me,” Lawrence repeated. He placed his hand down on your shoulder and gripped down hard. His smile had returned, but it was nothing like before. It was cold, even downright malicious. “Just do this with me, alright? It will all be worth it in the end.”

Only after his thinly-veiled threat did he leave, and by that point, your heart was already hammering away in your chest.

For a moment there, you’d almost forgotten. You’d been so focused on avoiding him by any means that you’d actually forgotten what he was capable of. He wasn’t the type of man who would ever take no for an answer. In the game, he’d trapped Flora in a cage, as if she was some sort of animal, and even as she screamed and wailed, he still wouldn’t let her go.

Which meant that there was no way he was going to let you do as you wanted, either.

“Fuck,” you shuddered, and you only then realized that you were shaking. “That was... terrifying.”

Quite literally against your will, you’d been forced into doing a whole-ass project with Lawrence. At this point, you kind of were contemplating dropping the class, but who knew how Lawrence would react after hearing the news. It wasn’t as if you could completely avoid him, especially when you attended the same academy. If he wanted to, he could show up unannounced at your home, just like Flora had done, except his family wielded much more power than yours and could easily get away with it.

This sucked. This sucked hard. The only thing you took solace in was that he still hadn’t met Flora, and probably wouldn’t, as long as you kept an eye on her. He had a shitty personality, that was for sure, but if you went along with his selfish desires and did the stupid project with him, you hopefully wouldn’t have any problems.

Key word being hopefully.

Back at home, your sighs kept coming endlessly. You just couldn’t believe your luck. Who knew that your academic achievements would come back to bite you in the ass? You thought that being smart was supposed to be good. Those stupid perfect scores. If only you’d gotten slightly less than perfect, then maybe the prof would’ve picked someone else to partner up with Lawrence.

Whatever. It was already in the past. You’d just have to get the project done as quickly as possible, so that you could move on with your life and never have to deal with Lawrence ever again.

“You seem to be a bit down in the dumps today.”

“Ah,” you blinked, glancing around. “Zodin? Is that you?”

“Who else would it be? Unless I’m mistaken, I’m the only god in these parts.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know. I’m just so drained, I can hardly think straight right now,” you sighed.

“There it is again.”

“There what is?”

“Another sigh. You keep on sighing.”

“Well, yeah,” you muttered, impatiently scratching your head. “I got stuck doing some stupid project with some stupid bastard.”

You heard Zodin chuckle. It was weird being able to talk to him like this, even when he wasn’t actually in the room.

“What do you have against that man? I thought you only recently came to this world. Surely you can’t have already made an enemy out of him?”

“Nothing, really,” you lied. “He just gives me a bad vibe, so I’m trying to avoid him. By the way, are you gonna come talk to me face to face? This is kind of weird. I’m all alone here.”

“Not today, I’m afraid. As hard as it may be to believe, I do still have my fair share of responsibilities, so I can’t always pop down and visit the mortal realm.”

“You’re right,” you chuckled. “That is hard to believe.”

“Haha. You’re lucky I’ve got an excellent sense of humor. In any case, like I said before, I’m not allowed to interfere with your affairs, but you seem capable enough. I’m sure that you’ll find a way to resolve the issue peacefully.”

That would be nice. But if worse came to worst, you would soon have a trusty sword to fall back upon.

“Come hang out whenever you have the chance,” you said, spreading yourself out on your bed. “I’ll make sure we have some snacks to munch on. You can eat, right?”

“Of course. My body has no real need for nourishment, but I can smell and taste things, just like you.”

“Cool. Sounds like a plan, then.”

Before Zodin could say anything else, you heard a knock on your door.

“Um, my lady?” Lizbell frowned, carefully peering into the room. “Are you... talking to yourself?”

You flushed. Okay, this was embarrassing. “N-No,” you denied suspiciously. “I was just, um, singing! I like to sing in my spare time. Haha...”

“I see,” Lizbell nodded, clearly unconvinced. “In that case, I’ll, uh, let you get back to it. You have a lovely voice, Lady [Name]. You should sing more in front of your family. Ahem.”

She left, and you could hear her muttering to herself.

“My poor, sweet lady. She’s so lonely that she’s even begun to have conversations on her own...”

You slapped a palm against your forehead. Goddammit! One way or another, Lizbell always managed to bear witness to your most embarrassing moments.

Zodin was laughing again.

“What a funny misunderstanding. Next time, you should just tell her that you’re talking with me, their god.”

Right. Because that would go over splendidly.

You decided to stop talking to him for the time being, lest Lizbell come back and see you having another passionate debate with thin air.

Feeling a bit restless after your unfortunate interaction with Lawrence earlier, you decided you may as well make use of your time and practice your sword skills some more. You grabbed your wooden sword and headed out into the courtyard, and soon enough, you were slashing and swinging in every direction.

All things considered, you’d lucked out a bit getting stuck with Lawrence, of all the yanderes. Triston and Friedrich were both very adept with a sword, but as far as you knew from the game, Lawrence and Cassius preferred to focus more on their reputation and academic studies. Flora was the sort of protagonist who was innocent and naive, almost to a fault. She was incredibly vulnerable due to her rushed transition into high society. As a result, she didn’t end up realizing how dire her situation was until it was already too late.

But you were no Flora, and if Lawrence wanted to fuck with you, he was going to find himself facing the pointed end of your sword.

“Stupid Lawrence,” you muttered, swinging with more enthusiasm—and more anger—than before. “Why do I have to do this project with you? Get someone else. I have better things to do than to babysit you and stare at plants for hours. Goddamn kiss-up...”

This went on for a while longer, up until Lizbell came out to greet you in the courtyard.

You sighed, lowering the wooden sword.

I bet she’s back to laugh at me for talking to myself.

Thankfully, she was not. Instead, she came bearing good news.

“Lady [Name],” she approached, holding an envelope out towards you. “You’ve received a letter. It doesn’t have a crest on it, so I don’t think it’s from another noble family. Cedric Lightsteel, it says? Are you familiar with this name at all?”

It hardly took a second for your expression to light up. “A letter from Cedric? Yay! That must mean he’s all done crafting my sword!”

You grabbed the envelope from Lizbell and opened it up all too eagerly. The contents were just about what you’d been expecting. He was writing to inform you that your sword was finished and ready to be picked up at your earliest convenience.

After the shitty turn of events from earlier in the day, this was exactly the sort of news you’d been needing.

“Oh, yeah,” you snickered. “Even Lawrence won’t dare to fuck with me once he sees what I’m packing.” 

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[claire-starsword]

all descriptions of Susie's healing spell through chapters 3-4, because I was dummy in my first playthrough and forgot you could check spells to begin with

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[kesoyotes]

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I wouldn't be half the artist I am today had it not been for me catching the premiere of the 2012 series all those years ago. that show still means everything to me

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Knowing you is definitely worth losing a hand for.

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Honestly the best way I can describe the 2nd season of Arcane is written by extremely competend writers who bit off way more than they could chew. Especially in that short of a timeframe.

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There's nothing like the audiobook experience of driving down the road going into hysterics over a 150-year-old novel.

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Changing Plotlines ⭑˚💞⭑ 𝑠𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑚𝑝

yandere!ocs x f!reader

yandere, reverse harem, yandere reverse harem, original characters x fem!reader, slowburn, isekai

A desperate cry on your deathbed leads to you being given a fresh start at life. You're overjoyed at having finally obtained a healthy body and a real chance at living normally, only to discover that you've been transported into a yandere game, where danger lurks at every corner. Determined to protect your new life at any cost, you vow to stay as far away from the major characters of the game as possible. But things don't always go as planned.

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Sergei Garin. A major supporting character in Zodin’s Benevolence, and a man unfortunate enough to have fallen in love with the protagonist, unaware of how many twisted yanderes were pining for her affection.  

The game branched off from the main storyline after the player picked enough choices that would put them on a certain yandere’s route. Needless to say, regardless of whoever’s route it was, Sergei ended up dead in some shape or form. He wasn’t always killed off by one of the yanderes, but his self-sacrificial nature, especially towards the protagonist, sealed his fate no matter what. He would either protect the protagonist until his dying breath, or be killed off by a yandere when they discovered Sergei’s romantic feelings towards her.  

Put simply, he didn’t have any good endings. Which is why seeing him here, right in front of your very eyes, was something both awe-inducing and incredibly depressing. He didn’t even know it yet, but his days were numbered.  

Is it possible to keep him from dying? So long as he doesn’t meet the protagonist, then... 

You quickly shook your head. No, you couldn’t think like that. You’d already made up your mind not to interfere with the canon events of the game. If you tried to protect Sergei, you could unwittingly place yourself in danger. As upsetting as it was, you couldn’t risk interfering.  

“Er, my lady?” Sergei frowned. “Is everything alright? Were you perhaps expecting someone else...?”  

“Not at all!” you spluttered. “I’m very happy you’re here! Sorry, I’m just really eager to start training, so I guess I must look like I’m a bit out of it. It’s nice to meet you, Sergei. I’m [Name], as you already know. Thank you for making the effort to be here on such short notice.”  

“It would have been discourteous to refuse your family’s request. Although, it was certainly a rather strange request,” he said with a knit brow.  

You laughed. “Right. Sorry. It’s probably not every day a noblewoman decides to take up sword-fighting. But I’ve always been interested in it, and what’s the harm in learning to protect myself?”  

“It’s far from traditional,” he admitted, “but I’m not one to scorn a person looking to hone their strength. If this is truly what you want to do, I will do my best to facilitate the process for you.”  

“Great! So, can I try swinging a sword now?”  

“I’d say it’s a bit early for wielding a real blade, so you can start with a wooden sword first.” He removed the bag he’d been carrying over his shoulders and pulled out two wooden swords. One of them was noticeably bigger than the other. He handed you the smallest of the two. 

You weighed the object in your hands. “It’s a bit heavier than I was expecting. Aren’t these things usually hollow on the inside?”  

“They can be. But I thought it was better for you to get used to something with a bit more weight to it, especially since a real sword is quite heavy.”  

“Pfft, I’m sure I can handle it,” you waved off, grossly overconfident for some reason.  

Sergei gave you an unimpressed look. “And what makes you so sure?”  

“Uh... I’m optimistic?”  

“I see. So, no real reason, then.”  

“Ugh.” You obviously couldn’t tell him that you’d watched countless anime and were stupidly hoping that the moves you’d seen there could be somehow applied to real life.  

Sergei took a step back and crossed his arms. “Show me how you would swing that thing. Treat it as if it is a real sword. Go on, I’m curious to see what kind of approach you’ll have.”  

“Ready to be impressed?” you grinned.  

“No, not really.”  

“Hey!”  

Sergei looked like he wanted to crack a smile, but he maintained his stern, stoic expression. He wasn’t fooling you. You already knew full well from the game that despite his serious-looking face and rather blunt mannerisms, he was a real gentleman at heart.  

“Okay... here goes nothing!”  

You inhaled sharply, gathering up all your energy, then proceeded to lunge forward and slash the wooden sword through the air, in a downwards motion.  

“Ooh, that actually felt pretty powerful!” you enthused, turning towards Sergei with a bright smile. “Well? How was it? Amazing, huh?”  

Sergei’s expression hadn’t changed. “Definitely not amazing.”  

“But pretty good, though?”  

“Definitely not good.”  

“Uh... at least sort of okay?”  

He didn’t respond, which made you nervous. What was the big deal? It was just a wooden sword, for crying out loud! And it was your first time swinging one. For a total newbie, it couldn’t have been that bad. 

“Sort of okay,” Sergei hummed, pressing his forefinger against his lips. “I suppose that’s a reasonably accurate description. Then again, it’s only a wooden sword. If you were to replicate that same motion with a real sword, your score would drop considerably.”  

“You’re scoring me?” you gaped.  

He tapped on his head, smiling faintly. “In here, yes. But I’ll be keeping your scores to myself, so as not to discourage you.”  

“That just means I suck!”  

“There’s no point in getting worked up right at the start. Come on, try swinging it again. This time, adjust your grip so that it stays higher on the hilt. It’ll be easier for you to swing it that way. And make sure to keep your torso firm. A strong foundation is what determines how hard your attack will hit.”  

“Like this?” you asked, inadvertently arching your back. 

“What? No, that’s not—ah, I’ll just show you myself,” he sighed, picking up his own sword. “Look closely now. See how I hold the sword, and what angle I’m striking at. See how my body stays perfectly straight and doesn’t wobble around the way yours does.”  

It was only a wooden sword, but you could swear you felt the air in front of you being sliced in half. His motion left a distinct whipping noise behind, fierce enough that it rang in your ears.  

Sergei looked back towards you. “Do you understand now?”  

“Totally,” you nodded. “Basically, it’s all about how big your muscles are.”  

“I see you’ve understood nothing.”  

“I was just kidding! Look, I’ll do it again.” You took up your stance, tensing up just enough that your torse was nice and stable, just like Sergei had said. With even more strength than before, you stepped forward and swung downwards. “Hyah!”  

You were hoping to have been met with enthusiastic clapping, but Sergei was merely staring at you in disbelief.  

“What was that sound you just made?”  

“A battle cry, I think.”  

“I can assure you it was not a battle cry,” he frowned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “And a lady like you shouldn’t be making such vocalizations anyways.”  

“But I thought a battle cry drastically enhances your physical prowess.”  

“...”   

“I'm getting the impression that you might not want to be here.”  

“You’re imagining it,” Sergei coughed into his hand. “Anyways. It was... better, I suppose. But you still need a lot more work. Keep repeating that same motion with your wooden sword, and I’ll be watching you to make sure you have proper form.”  

“But that’s boring,” you whined. “I want to move on to using a real sword. A wooden sword won’t be enough to protect myself with.”  

“I understand that you’re excited, but why do you keep stressing that you’ll need to protect yourself?” he frowned. “A lady like you should never have to fear for her safety. Is there something in particular you’re worried about?”  

Yes. The crazy bastards that live in this world.  

“Not really,” you lied. “But you never know what could go wrong, right? It’s best to be prepared for even the worst-case scenario. It’s a dangerous world out there for women, you know.”  

“That’s certainly true,” Sergei nodded. “I must say, you’re quite earnest, trying to prepare yourself for situations like that. It doesn’t exactly match your personality.”  

“Hey, what’s wrong with my personality?”  

“Nothing, of course.” He bit back a chuckle. “Forgive me. I just meant that of all the noblewomen I’ve ever met, you stand out quite a bit. You don’t seem anywhere near as concerned with etiquette, and you’re even treating someone like me as your equal. Perhaps that’s why I’ve gotten comfortable voicing my opinions.”  

“Well, that’s not surprising,” you said, proudly sticking your nose into the air. “I am pretty amazing.”

“And your boundless confidence leaves nothing to be desired, that’s for sure.”  

“I’m going to take that as a compliment.”  

“Yes, please do.”  

You rolled your eyes at him, though it was in a playful, well-intentioned way. Even if Sergei’s tale was a sad one, you were happy to be interacting with one of your favorite characters from the game. There were few genuinely good people in Zodin’s Benevolence, apart from the protagonist, and he was definitely one of them.  

“Just you wait,” you huffed. “I’m going to become so good at wielding a sword, I’ll surpass you in no time.”  

Although Sergei’s expression was stern, his eyes were filled with mirth.  

“I look forward to seeing it.”  

In the end, you hadn’t gotten to use a real sword even once during your training session with Sergei. It was a bit disappointing, but he was the instructor, so you had no choice but to trust in his judgment. It was probably for the best that you build up some skills and confidence first, before attempting the real deal. Plus, the plot had yet to officially begin, so you weren’t in any imminent danger.  

Your parents frantically approached you after your session was over, checking you all over for any cuts or bruises. When you told them you hadn’t even gotten to try out a proper sword yet, they exhaled loudly. Look at you, endlessly worrying your parents even in a different world. Some things never changed.  

Still, you felt confident about the way you were choosing to approach things. There was no reason to afraid so long as you never interacted with the yanderes or the protagonist. Although the initial revelation about being transported into a game had come as a massive shock, you could very well live out a happy life here, just like you’d always wanted.  

“You seem like you’re having a good time.”  

Sometime after your training had come to an end, and you were relaxing in a bubble bath, you began to hear an oddly familiar, distinctively masculine voice in your head.  

“Hello?” you jolted, glancing around. There was no one, as expected. You were all alone in the bathroom, and even your bedroom was empty since the servants had left to give you space to relax. 

No response came, so you sank deeper into the bath, knitting your brows together. Was it just your imagination? A lot of strange things had happened to you recently, so you wouldn’t be surprised if you were hearing the odd remark every now and then. But that voice... you knew you’d heard it somewhere before. It was practically on the tip of your tongue.  

“Hehe. It’s fun watching you get all worked up over nothing. Your reactions are so expressive.”  

“Um—?!” You glanced around for the second time, but there was nobody there again. The voice was definitely coming from your head, and based on what it was saying, it didn’t seem like it was just your imagination.  

You clutched your arms around your chest, though the bubbles concealed most of everything, because apparently, they could see you right now.  

“This isn’t cool,” you muttered. “Whoever you are, can you give it a rest? How are you even talking to me right now? You’re freaking me out.”  

“I’m afraid that’s a secret. You’ll find out soon enough, I’m sure.”  

Great. As if you didn’t already have enough things to worry about with yanderes dominating the major plot of this world, now you had some creepy voice that could talk to you whenever it liked. And why did it sound so familiar? 

Could it be...?  

You didn’t know for certain, since you’d literally been dying at the time, but a strange voice had called out to you back then too. That voice was the whole reason you’d been transported here in the first place. Was this that same voice? The higher power that had saved you and given you a new chance at life?  

“Are you the one that saved me when I was dying?” you asked.  

No response. Either they had no idea what you were talking about, or they really were the same being from before, and they were deliberating avoiding your question.  

“Fine, don’t respond,” you sighed, lathering bubbles and squishing them between your palms.  

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about, but I definitely didn’t save anyone who was dying.”  

Ah, so they were still here.  

“Who are you, then?”  

“Like I said—that’s a secret.”  

“Ugh. Great. Looks like I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight.” 

“I’m not here to hurt you, if that’s what you’re worried about. I’m just here to observe. Don’t worry about me and just focus on what you’ve been doing up until now. It’s quite amusing.”  

You weren’t sure how you felt about someone calling your life amusing, but it wasn’t like you could do anything about it. At the very least, you knew whoever this was wasn’t one of the yanderes, because none of them had these kinds of strange powers. The owner of the voice had promised not to hurt you, still, you weren’t sure how much you could trust them, especially since you didn’t even know who they were.  

For the time being, you just had one simple request.

“Please don’t spy on me while I’m taking a bath from now on,” you said crossly.  

Instead of answering, the voice laughed.

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s7 episode 21 “je souhaite” thoughts

welcome back to M2LS for the newest episode liveblog!

i have to say, this feels monumental. we are almost at the end of s7. i know a lot of people enjoy this episode, and i’m in the mood for something light and airy before we descend into the s8 angst. 

yes, you must recall that i googled this show and read the wikipedia page a year ago before i started watching it, so i know some things. but to be honest, i’m kind of sickly excited for the s8 angst😈there are some particular tropes at play that i’m looking forward to investigating.

but! we have to get there first. and i plan on getting all of my s7 stuff around before watching the finale for cliffhanger reasons. and also, my posting will probably get way less regular very shortly… but it was a brilliant year of 2 or 3 posts a week that we shared. 

anyway. let us get comfy and cozy and started!

reading the description… a man without a mouth…? a corpse without a head? a genie?? what will mulder wish for!! and why the french title… lmao. let us see

(post-episode thoughts: peace and love. and also may i SPECIFICALLY note goodwill toward men!!!!)

we open in missouri. someone is looking for anson, who is reading a magazine filled with pictures of boats. i support him chilling in a storage unit and looking at boats instead of working. 

he hasn’t cleared out 407! oh. don’t tell him he won’t amount to anything! “a monkey could do this job, right, jay?” “well, you can’t, so what’s that say about you?” <- OOP! jay commands him to go clean out 407 THIS INSTANT!

he cracks the lock on the storage unit, which is filled with old furniture covered in plastic. and many cobwebs. and a rug. with something in it! it jumps! then unrolls it as spooky music plays…. OH! a woman? with a gem under her eye! was chilling in the rug!

she opens her eyes…. and he seems to have vanished! jay comes back to the carpet rolled out. but then jay starts to grunt. HE LOST HIS MOUTH? well. that must be the guy without a mouth part of the episode explained.

how will bro eat or drink!!!

intro time… literally GET spooky with it. i love the scene of baby agents with the guns. very short intro. we must have an action-packed episode.

mulder is at the desk, asking someone- who i presume to be jay- if he can get him some coffee, or water, or anything. he shakes his head no. probably because he has no mouth. and mulder goes over more paperwork, bouncing his pen around. i do love that man.

OHHH SCULLY… she opens the door, says good morning, and then makes a very funny face at mulder when she realizes there is someone else in their space. AWWWW. my princess :(

LMAOOOO her pointing and mouthing “who is that?” I LOVE HERRRR!

LMAOOOOO, THE WAY SHE GASPS WHEN SHE SEES HIS FACE AND THEN CATCHES HERSELF WITH A “NICE TO MEET YOU” <- THAT IS MY QUEEN!!! she wants to be POLITE!!!

it seems jay cannot say certain words. mulder shows scully the pictures of his mouthlessness, while jay says that anson did this to him. so i guess they cut him a new mouth somehow. which is good, all things considered! glad he found a doctor who could do that.

so anson told jay to shut up and then… jay had no mouth. yeah. anson was found several days later, but refused questioning. mulder points out they had nothing on anson- but politely!

“they had to make me a whole new mouth”, replies jay, and that would also make me so mad, so i sympathize

poor guy is mopping up his new mouth blood…

the agents head to mark twain trailer court in missouri, which must have been a long drive slash flight.

scully is telling mulder about the effects of a disease known as scleroderma, which is the overproduction of collagen, and i love her so dearly. there is so much tenderness in my heart for her. but mulder is like… that doesn’t just happen in a blink of an eye! mulder shoulder grab….

she’s still coming up with various medical reasons for a vanished mouth. and i see this episode was written and directed by our friend vince. tbh, i can’t really remember if he has a certain style of episode. i’ll probably figure it out along the way. 

(so. i see he's a little shippy at moments)

LMAO, SCULLY GRABS HIM AS THEY SEE THE GIANT BOAT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE TRAILER PARK… this show is so funnyyyyy sometimes.

anson sees them approach, saying they must be from the IRS, and warns someone named leslie to get rid of them. scully says hi :) and leslie starts to stutter that the boat is not theirs! they’re… holding it for someone else. “and they pay the taxes on it” “oookay” <- AWWWW. i love her reactions when people are being weird.

leslie tries to shut the door in their faces, but mulder does not allow this. oh, leslie is anson’s brother. mulder sees someone in the back… and says hello. she looks goth.

leslie says jay’s mouth thing comes from chemicals. like, one time, his brother found a guy with a meth lab in the storage unit, so, they should check that out. LMAO.

mulder declares he knows what is going on here… then they investigate the storage unit of mystery. he finds a calendar from 1978, and scully says it’s too bad, this furniture is really wonderful. (my heart skipped a few beats at her admiration of it all)

it’s expensive- very expensive. tell us more about your fancy furniture knowledge, queen. maybe anson stole something from in here and then dipped. and then used the money to buy a boat… “there’s your crime: theft”

my heart is just overcome with love for these two. idk what is wrong with me on this fine evening. maybe nothing is wrong with me and everything is supremely right. 

mulder finds a picture in a frame and calls her over. it’s a picture of a guy with three women surrounding him- one of which was the goth lady from the trailer! chilling in a fancy car. queen. and she hasn’t aged at all, despite the photo being very old. 

anson says that he has two down, nothing to show for it. “you got the boat” points out leslie. which anson declares has done him no good! goth lady says it’s like a white elephant. “so what the hell did you give it to me for?” “because you asked for it” <- ohhhh, clock his tea!!! he argues that he shouldn’t have had to specify the boat should have gone in some water!

this genie queen…. 

OH. leslie says maybe he could use the last wish to get rid of the boat, and anson threatens to put him in a home. now, i can support slacking off at work, but i cannot support this sort of language. genie is playing with the TV remote that is in the shape of a woman’s body. classy

“you could always give that guy his mouth back” LMAOOOO 

leslie suggests money. an infinite number of wishes. she kills both of those ideas quick. 

“you know, i have a thought. granted, it’s pretty obvious” (she gestures to leslie’s wheelchair) LMAOOO they don’t pick up on what she is saying at ALLLLLLL 

anson FINALLY says he is absolutely ready: he wishes he could turn invisible at will. use it to sneak around, pick up stock tips, snoop on women. james bond stuff. she tells him it is unoriginal. and then declares that it is done. 

BUT HE DIDN’T SPECIFY THE CLOTHES PART, LMAOOOO. absolute rookie mistake.

so he strips right there. she asks him to please turn invisible. and he does! then he goes for a walk. runs straight into some trash cans. he is on his way. hollering about being invisible. 

goth genie disappears. her work is done. anson runs around, invisibly kicking and pushing stuff. sees some women across the street. presses the crosswalk to approach them in a creepy man fashion. but the cars can’t see him!!! and he gets hit by a tractor trailer!!! 

well. instant justice for objectifying those women.

an undisclosed amount of time later, a biker trips over his rotting invisible corpse.

scully is here. an empty stretcher is pulled into her lab. and the assistants ask if they can leave. an autopsy on an invisible guy! that has to be new for her.

she traces his figure. looking for that glowy powder. gently taps it on….. she looks so excited. LMAOOO, LOOK AT HER HAVING FUN WITH IT. girl is gonna need soooo much of that stuff. she makes out a face!!!

eventually, she has made the whole guy yellow. and mulder comes by to antagonize her. the body has a perfect match to anson’s dental records- scully thinks he must have been hit by a car or truck. “and he’s invisible” “yes, he is” <- she seems soooo excited. i’m happy for her.

OHHH, she says it is the best thing she has seen in their 7 years working together. it will change the boundaries of science! she is covered in yellow powder, and he looks at her like she’s the whole world, which she is.

mulder says it is amazing, but he doesn’t think it has anything to do with science. sad scully face. he looked up that guy from the photograph they found back in the storage unit- turns out he made $30 million in a year. and then died of… hold on, let me google something. she is sooo taken aback by whatever it is he says.

ah. death by extreme boner. LOOK AT HER FACEEEE, she does not wanna think about that, LMAOOOOOO

he thinks the mystery woman is the link between the strange old man and anson's case, and therefore they ought to investigate. but scully wants to stay with the body to make sure no one comes and messes with it- it is truly amazing. and he nods and smiles. she is still covered in yellow. i love her soooo much. 

back at the trailer park, “you suck” has been written on leslie’s boat, while mulder tells him he is very sorry for his loss. leslie wants to know if his brother suffered- mulder says no, but asks about the invisible thing. and then where the woman went. he thinks she is a genie! and then they start singing a song together. good for them, i suppose.

leslie says he doesn’t know what mulder talking about. and mulder says you should hand me the object containing the genie right now- for your own safety. leslie wheels away. grabs a case of something. hands it to mulder. who tells him he is doing the right thing. did he really give him it?? i don’t buy it…

scully is taking a million pictures of invisible man while leslie goes back to the storage unit to see if the genie has returned…

OHH, scully doesn’t want to leave the dead guy. “come on, he’s not going anywhere” <- OHHH HER PAINED EXPRESSION… I LOVE HERRR. and she says “bye” to the body before leaving, then tells mulder so excitedly that a group of researchers will be flying in from harvard to inspect him!!

she investigates the little box leslie gave him… which mulder says is what the brothers keep their weed in. LMAO, HER FACE AGAIN- THIS WOMAN IS KILLLLLING ME.

why do i feel the body is going to go missing….

OH! mulder pulls up a video of mussolini which has the genie woman next to him, LMAOOOO. i did not see that coming. he ran her image through the facial recognition database and then the national archives. AWW. he is so clever. 

and then she’s with nixon!!! “both men who got all the power they ever wished for and then lost it” <- ohhh…. very interesting. maybe the act of wishing is doomed in itself… or maybe their wishes were stupid, and mulder can come up with the perfect ones.

back at the storage unit, leslie has found the genie!!! “can we just get this over with, please? three wishes. go” <- LMAOOO I LOVE HER. so she must live in the rug and he brought the rug back to the boat.

she gestures to leslie and says “your disability” …. LMAOOOOOO, HE SAYS HE COULD WISH FOR A SOLID GOLD WHEELCHAIR- BAHAHA, KING!!!

but there is something he wants more than a solid gold wheelchair. is he going to wish for his brother back? what will happen to the body if he does??

scully presents the body to the team of researchers…. but there’s nothing there. NOOOOOO, POOR THING. she’s reaching for him and coming up with nothing.

anson is a zombie!! leslie is not pleased. he did not ask to bring him back to normal- just back. another technicality oversight.

so leslie wishes zombie anson could talk- even though genie says no, you don’t- he insists. and zombie anson just opens his mouth and SCREAMS.

OH, POOR SCULLY SAYS SHE SHOULD SHOOT HERSELF AS MULDER INVESTIGATES WHERE THE BODY WAS…. NOOOO QUEEN, NEVER KILL YOURSELF!!! she was so happy. she thinks it was too good to be true. in her sweet green sweater. mulder says he thinks the disappearance was the result of a wish. who would want anson back? 

cut back to the boat with leslie, where anson is STILL SCREAMING, LMAOOO. he asks leslie what he did to him. leslie wheels away, muttering he wasted two wishes on him. anson turns on the stove…. he tries to light a match as leslie plans his third wish. 

the agents return to the boat as anson tries to light a match. leslie decides on his final wish: LEGS!!! but anson lights the match and blows the whole place up just as he makes his choice! the agents are nearly blown away!!! SCULLY BLOWING HER HAIR OUT OF HER FACE AS SHE IS SPRAWLED ON THE PAVEMENT, LMAOOO

and the rug THUDS behind them. 

THEY FIND THE GENIE!!!! he asks to call her jen. scully wants an explanation!!! mulder wants to know if she is a good or evil genie! “the only thing you people are cursed with is stupidity” <- get their asses. people have not changed a bit, she says. but they smell better now. 

“you’re saying that you have been a firsthand witness to 500 years of human history” <- oh scully, you big nerd, i would ask the same question.

she says she used to be human in 15th century france. she unrolled a rug. found a genie. asked for a mule, a sack that was always full or turnips (amazing!), and then…. great power and a long life. but in french, of course. hence the title of the episode. she says she should have been more specific. 

she wants to know if she’s under arrest, and scully is like… well, can’t think of anything you did, so feel free to go. but she can’t! mulder has to make his wishes! bro begins to contemplate. 

will his overthinking prove worthwhile?

back in his apartment, the genie says she doesn’t think scully likes her very much, LMAO. “oh, i don’t think she knows what to make of you” <- a very measured response. and he doesn’t know what to make of her either!

he tries to ask what her wish would be… she wants to live life moment-by-moment instead of worrying about what it isn’t. she’d drink coffee and watch the world go by. 

“you say that most people make the wrong wishes, right?” “without fail. it’s like giving a chimpanzee a revolver” LMAOO

he thinks the trick would be to make a wish that benefits everyone. 

he asks for peace on earth. she groans. “what the hell’s wrong with that? you can’t do it?” and then it’s done. he looks out the window….. everyone is gone!!!! NOOOOOOOO. he asks for scully, LMAOOO. aww, he goes back to their office…. calls out for anyone…. looks for skinner���… calls the genie back. “you know damn well that is not what i meant” 

LMAOOOO, SHE IS BULLYING HIMMM

AND HE WISHES TO UNDO THE WISH AND STARTS YELLING AT HER… BUT HE IS IN SKINNER’S OFFICE AND HIM AND A TON OF OTHER PEOPLE REAPPEAR IN A MEETING WHILE HE IS TEARING INTO HER

“i think there another possibility here, and that’s just that you’re a BITCH” <- LMAOOOO

NOOOOOOO, SKINNER HEARS ALL THIS!!!

so mulder is typing up his final wish on the computer so he can get it PERFECT using super legal language that CANNOT be misinterpreted.

in comes scully, saying skinner called to check on him- is everything alright? “you don’t remember disappearing off the face of the earth for about an hour this morning?” “no” “well, i guess everything’s okay”

i predict that he is going to wish for this genie to be free so no one else can make these sorts of mistakes… and also because he is a nice guy deep down

LMAOOOOO, THE WAY SHE TURNS AND ASKS THE GENIE IF SHE COULD GIVE THEM A MINUTE PLEASE, BAHAHAAAA. the genie doesn’t go anywhere. “like today?” and then she is gone. 

love when scully gets so mad her carefully curated facade of politeness cracks- it always makes me giggle… tell that genie to GTFO so you and the bestie can have a chat, dr. scully. i support you!

if this REALLY is a genie- what he is doing is very dangerous! he thinks he can make a perfect wish and fix the world. “maybe it’s the whole point of our lives here, mulder- to achieve that. maybe it’s a process that one man shouldn’t try and circumvent with a single wish” <- ohhh, scully and her wisdom… and mulder and his puppy dog eyes…. she goes to leave. he keeps typing. then he says he is ready for his last wish.

AWWW, I PAUSED TO SEE THE THING HE WAS TYPING BEFORE HE TURNED IT OFF. it reads, in part: “i hereby do lay out my wish with consideration of every loophole possible” <- awwww, he was trying so hard!!! he wants to save the world!

back at his place, he puts in a movie with scully, teasing her about not wanting butter on her popcorn. they’re watching caddyshack. “it’s a classic american movie” “that’s what every guy says. it’s a guy movie” “okay, when you invite me over to your place, we can watch steel magnolias” LMAOOOO. they crack open some beers (possibly some other generic sort of soda or bottled beverage, but it LOOKS like a damn beer. only making note of this because i know what happens in the next episode). she laughs as he tries to toss his cap into the trash and misses.

ohhhhh, so they must not do regular movie nights… it seems like that anyway, based off of how she asks what the occasion is. well, don’t worry. movie nights are still gonna happen in fanfiction, even if they don’t talk about anything deep.

seems like he is willing to do at least a LITTLE deep talking tonight, though: “i don’t know if you noticed, but i never made the world a happier place” “well, i’m fairly happy. that’s something” <- OHHHHHH MY GOD. i’m gonna fall to my knees. and they smile at each other. she asks about his final wish. 

and we see that the genie is…. watching life go by in a cafe!! drinking a coffee!!

OHHH MY GOD.

immediately rewinds. 

i need to google what caddyshack is. it is a comedy about golf. writing that down to inform his taste on other matters. OHHHH, and his “i don’t know. just felt like the thing to do” when she asks why a movie night… STOP.

i kept thinking they were going to kiss again, but they didn’t. THEIR SMILES AT EACH OTHER…….

stop. mulder choosing to wish for something that would help the genie….. because he knew he couldn’t fix everything on his own… and he realized this only because scully pointed it out to him... an actual moment where he recognizes his well-meaning hubris... and the genie’s smile as she gets to live her dream… he is just a nice guy…

rewatches the scene AGAIN. her laughter when he misses the trashcan. and her nervous tapping fingers on the bottle. the fish tank in the background. and her smile when she says “that’s something” and he’s looking at herrrrr and AUGH.

and the way they get to have this rare moment of peace after so much pain…. oh my GOD, i need to lay down.

and knowing what i know happens next…. well. like i said, maybe it’s root beer and not real beer. maybe there’s a time skip of a few significant weeks or months between this episode and the next. the designs on the bottles are vague!!

RAHHHH i need to explode a little, please give me five minutes. 

(watches it again) the way she looks at him when she asks what his final wish was, AHHHH

oh my god. so yeah, this one lived up to the hype, LMAO.

a balm for my soul before we plunge into the dark times. which, like i said, i am kinda sickly excited for anyway. they said we need to pile on the silly ones NOW before things get crazy. 

i have a bunch of question as to how this next arc is going to pan out given that i know like, the very basics. but i shall try my best to be incredibly patient and wait for the answers even if they are retconned into existence a decade later, which i think is what happened. that’s the sort of stuff i bring to the table: patience (<- said by someone who is lying)

shoutout to the genie- she may have been a bitch, but she was THAT bitch. like, she took down mussolini AND nixon… that’s getting the job done!!!

ahhh…. so refreshing to feel their happiness in canon. it just bathes over you. like a balm of some sort. i can’t imagine how people see this as not worthy of exploration. you need these moments to breathe to give the audience rest in between a million episodes of saving the world. because at a certain point, saving the world isn't enough of a reason to justify the story you’re telling. you have to show us why the world deserves to be saved: because it has moments of real and genuine connection and love that make all the suffering worth it.

SIGH.

i’m sure i will have more thoughts tomorrow, but right now i need to go just sit and ponder. listen to the rain. read a book. think about what it means to be alive. 

okay, so it’s been a few days since i watched the episode, and i still have so many thoughts. one of which is that i was so SAD scully didn’t get to share her discovery of an invisible corpse with the whole world 💔 my poor queen… she was SO happy to dab all of that yellow powder on a body. not sure if we have ever seen her more excited. and she was covered in the damn stuff and it was soooo cute.

and mulder… he is just a nice man. sometimes his character writing is inconsistent or sometimes he gets ahab-y, but like at the end of the day, that is a guy who, with his full chest and heart, asked a genie for world peace. baby. baby boy. he may be a grown man, but to me that is also a baby. you understand, of course.

and he was so SMUG when he thought he figured it out lmao “can i call you JEN?” like this man 💀💀 he killlllls me!!!

and then let’s talk about scully just kinda accepting that, sure. maybe we do genies now. idgaf. we can’t arrest her. and also can she PLEASE give us like 5 minutes alone? LMAOOOO, that sent me OVERBOARD “like, today?” <- you TELL HER!!

but of course she had lots of deep and true scully wisdom to impart on him: that making the world a better place takes hard work, and maybe that is why we are here, and we cannot simply wish perfection into existence. which. when you think of the context of their stories and how much they have lost, but they keep trying to make the world a better place, even if it’s a little bit at a time, be it through finding scientific truths or putting dangerous criminals behind bars or making each other smile… SIGH.

an excellent episode. i will cherish it and hold the memories close as i type up my end of s7 favorite moments lists and then dive into the finale and s8. i look forward to meeting some new faces and seeing if i enjoy them and also obtaining a temporary citizenship in angst nation. but also i cannot do TOO much angst (gestures to s4), so we will have to see how i feel about the whole thing. i am approaching with an open mind and heart.

[horsechestnut]

War Crimes is a weird story with some ideas I hate and some I love, but the part that keeps sticking in my head is how weirdly fixated Leslie and Bruce are on Stephanie's daughter?

I guess this kinda makes sense, but how did Leslie even find the kid? How does she even know Steph had a child?

And than Bruce swoops in with this:

And I get Bruce is projecting, but also Stephanie is not that child's parent. Like, sure, she cares about her daughter in an abstract sense, on her death bed she did ask Batman to make sure she was okay, but the baby has no idea who Stephanie is and likely will never even know that she died.

It feels like the writers are telling us that Steph dying wasn't enough of a tragedy on it's own. That a 16 year old girl dying a truly horrible death wasn't enough, it's sad because Stephanie's unnamed daughter will never get the chance to known her. Leslie can never make it up to said unnamed daughter.

They never actually talked about Stephanie outside of abstracts either. Leslie talks about why she did it, Bruce talks about why she shouldn't have, but neither says a word about who Stephanie Brown even was. They don't talk about how the world lost something without her in it, or comment on how much good she could have still done, or how she didn't deserve to die. The only one in the whole story line that tried to do that was Crystal, but even after she tells Batman off for it he turns around and has this conversation with Leslie in which he doesn't talk about Steph. He only talks about her child, and how it wasn't fair to take Steph away from them. Never once do they say it wasn't fair to let Stephanie die simply because she deserved to live.

[slingbats]

what if after 1.5 seasons of setup for Ed to become the Riddler, Kristen survived instead of Ed but the experience fundamentally changed her as a person and by a twist of fate (and a healthy cocktail of her own problems and new traumas) she was the show's Riddler instead

[kxmpfflieger]

finished golden kamuy and i just have to go on living after that

[porcelainvino]

girl, it’s so confusing sometimes to be a girl!

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[taintedsoul-if]

Hello! Can I ask what changed for Yesenia/MC plot? Did she still stealed MC's beauty etc?

And about Cadmus-MC?

Hiya! 😊

She did, anon. Oh, she most certainly did.

Ragriel is no longer Yesenia’s biological father (she's still the same age as the MC, though).

In the original timeline, Yesenia’s mother was sold to a whorehouse—"for the betterment of her family."

In the fake timeline, Isuara’s virginity was bought at a high price by a Sanzoquq.

Originally, Yesenia grew up on the streets, unable to manifest Runic Energy due to her lineage.

In the fake timeline? She was raised in a hidden villa with her mother, comfortably supported by the money Ragriel siphoned off from Lady Anaya.

In the original timeline, by the age of 150, Yesenia already looked middle-aged and suffered from numerous ailments. It was only when her biological father visited her that she received a special item—one that changed the course of her fate.

So, to answer your question, anon:

Yes. She stole everything. 💔 Beauty. Destiny. Every damn thing.

As for C… mhmm. I’ll be remaining tight-lipped on this one.

But here’s what I will say: I’m torn between Cadmus infiltrating the ${surname} household as the MC’s personal bodyguard… or becoming a student. And let me tell you—that student lore is fricking delicious.

Thanks for the ask, anon ❤️. Wishing you a fantastic weekend and an even better week ahead.

[bubble-jasmine]

I feel like the writing in this game would instantly improve around the middle/endgame if Bachikin was allowed to cuss out Sigkin at length.

(At any point really, but especially after either battle with Jungle or after he drops the whole “yeah they have the Homobi robots because I gave them the blueprints and traumatized all those kids years ago. Anyways-”)