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jiminjamms · 8 months ago

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sex therapy :: 31. gangbangs

summary: a very self-indulgent chapter/pseudo-oneshot. **naoya’s ex-wife becomes toji’s girl. everybody wants a taste, and why not have the younger cousin watch the show?** alternatively, a gangbang with tattooed dilfs and dilf-adjacents.

chapter tags/warnings: five-some, gangbang, sex on tape, gun play (becoming a gun slut), cum play, breeding, creampies, exhibitionism, edging, degradation, praising, mentions of violence (murder, knives, guns), multiple orgasms.

word count: 5.5k

notes: happy kinktober and thank you for waiting! this started off as a concept (in my mind for a year-plus) and evolved into…a monster. too many men, too many hands, too many cocks. got lost in the sauce. despite being a smut chapter in a long fic, this update is borderline porn-without-plot. likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated. xoxo

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“I love getting gangbanged."

Naoya woke up in a dark room and to a throbbing headache.

Where…?

He looked around the unfamiliar surroundings slowly, blinking past his grogginess to register what almost looked like a crime movie’s interrogation room and groaning when the wrong angle to his head caused a sharp pain in his shoulder.

All around was an ominous and gloomy shade of gray—the walls, the ceiling, the floor, and heck even the door. How long had he been out for? Without windows, he could not take a wild guess at the time. Not to mention that the room also had no lighting, no pictures, and no décor.

Only him and this...random dinky chair he found himself tied up to.

Wait.

Tied up to?

Right. From what Naoya could last recall, he had been stopped by two men who took him out with a single strike.

In a vain attempt to set himself free, Naoya tugged at his limbs which were fastened behind him with sturdy cords. He twisted and turned, then twisted harder and turned even harder, until an unexpected voice startled him.

“You’re awake.”

Naoya went still.

Having zero visual stimuli sharpened Naoya’s other senses a little. He could feel the labored huffs in his breathing, hear the heavy footsteps that began in the chamber, and even taste the smoke that lingered in the hazy air.

Leering towards the door, Naoya quickly recognized his captors as they approached.

"Don’t give us that foul look, sleepyhead," the taller one whom he remembered as Eso announced as he slowly stopped in front of the scowling blonde. He had on him a wide and nefarious grin. "You had passed out for the last few hours. During that time, you could've been beaten. Or better yet, dead." He glanced up. "Right, Kechizu?"

His accomplice, who stopped on the opposite side, replied with a firm nod. From seemingly nowhere, he had pulled out a pocket knife and grazed the icy blade against Naoya's neck. "Ya feel that? I've been wanting to slit your throat, but I haven't. Lucky, lucky duck. Not everyone is this fortunate. All because our big bro Choso is being super nice to you."

Aware that a wrong move would cost him a jugular vein, Naoya listened intently. Since he worked with the other sex therapists before, he indeed recalled how his former colleague led a tightly-knit assassin ring, in which the members deemed each other 'brothers.'

Kechizu prodded Naoya again with his blade. "Big bro's the only reason you're still alive. Although, I don't know why you'd want to still be breathing now that the whole world knows you've been bumping uglies with your older cousin's ex-wife."

Eso hummed in agreement. "Well, at least for now," he began and he gestured around in vague motions, “you're already in paradise!” Then, he paused. “Well, correction. Here is where we send people to paradise. Or, more likely, hell.”

Noticing how Naoya uncharacteristically froze, the two snickered. In fact, they likely would've continued snickering if not for a shrill tone that pierced the air. The laughter stopped.

Eso's charcoal eyes flicked downwards.

"Left pocket, Kechizu."

The other man obeyed, lowering his knife (and thus giving Naoya an actual chance to breathe) before grabbing the phone from Naoya's blazer. A notification lit up the screen—a message, from you.

“She sent a video.”

Eso and Kechizu intentionally held the screen away, and their face quickly lit up with a sinister smile when they previewed the file. “Oh, yeah. Let's watch.”

“Come join us, sweetheart.”

You thought you were discreet.

Lingering at the doorway, you had been peering into the Zenin Corporation’s CEO Suite like a lost duck. This past afternoon, news about the leadership changes within Japan’s largest conglomerate had spread like wildfire across business and politics networks across the globe, announcing that Naoya Zenin had been forced to resign with Toji Fushiguro reclaiming his position as head of the company.

For the latter, you had questions—many questions. However, an inundated Toji was difficult to approach as he spent his entire afternoon in the office with his also-reinstated directors Sukuna, Geto, and Choso. From your observations, the men had been milling around the table, speaking to each other in hushed but decisive voices in conversations that must remind them of their days managing the Zenin Corporation before Naoya’s takeover.

They all appeared ridiculously handsome with their expensive custom-tailored suits that emphasized their muscular physiques and complemented their towering heights. Surrounded by legal documents and business reports, they carried themselves differently, too. More mature, organized, and serious, especially after hectic meetings with the Chairman Naobito Zenin, your COO father, and internal and external stakeholders had left etches on their calculating faces.

Now, however, Toji Fushiguro had caught sight of your quivering form at the entrance, and soon enough, all eyes turned to you. When you didn’t respond to his first invitation, the executive approached you in confident strides.

“Why do you look so shy?”

At the unanticipated attention, you averted your gaze onto the floor and tried to slink away into the hall slowly. “You all seemed occupied, and I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“You're not interrupting anything," he clarified. "We have some time now.”

He tugged your wrist softly, which was all that you needed to follow him like a fawn into the room and crumble onto his lap once he sat down. Despite his dress pants, the warmth from his thighs heated your skin, and Toji nuzzled his face into your neck. His gravelly huffs sounded like all the other times you had heard him rasp, moments followed by endless endearment.

"About Naoya," the older man brought up from seemingly nowhere. You tensed at the name while Toji's cordial lips assuaged you. "Choso’s brothers are making sure he’s not going to do anything funny. We can't have him around as we are transitioning the company. As for you...knowing my cousin, he's going to keep claiming you as his property unless you get through his dense head," and his viridescent pupils flicked upward, "and the only way to do that is to show him.”

Although you didn’t know exactly what he meant, Toji hoisted you in one fluid motion onto his desk and sprawled you across the surface. He pushed your thighs apart, prompting sharp breaths that echoed in the room as onlookers raked their eyes down your figure. Some (namely, Sukuna and Geto) peered down shamelessly, while others (just Choso, really) tried to come off as cool and observed quietly. Nonetheless, the message in their perverted gazes was clear: what they wouldn't give to kiss you, bite you, and mark you right then and there.

Just as you shrank a little from the overwhelming attention, Toji reached for your phone and pressed the device firmly into your palm.

“Let’s send him a message.” Toji’s eyes locked onto yours, unflinching and sharp.

You blinked, raising an incredulous brow. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” Leaning forward, Toji offered a clear view of the ink scrolling down his neck, his exhales warm against the beading cold sweat on your forehead. “Open up the camera. Let's send Naoya Zenin a surprise.” He gently pinched you. "Like I said, that idiot wouldn't understand shit unless you slam the idea into his dumb skull.”

You hesitated, glancing down at the phone in your hand.

“A photo won't be enough, by the way. We need a video. He won't get the fucking idea unless he sees and hears the proof.” When you complied, Toji turned to the colleague closest to him. "Wanna do the honors, Suguru?"

The said man came forward eagerly, the obsidian in his eyes sparkling. "'No' is never my answer to you, sir." Given your compromising position, he had the easy option to tear your lacy panties and stuff himself into your core except he wanted to take his time.

"I heard a lot about you." His compliments were all purrs that sent hot shivers shooting through your veins. "Mind if I take a go at you, too?"

After being passed between his three other colleagues, you must admit that you had at least thought about what sex with Geto was like, too. "Please."

At the permission, the man smiled and bunched your underwear to one side. The cold air hitting your drenched cunt made you shiver, but the collective groan in the room rumbled even louder, a reminder of the many men around you. Men who were being patient for you. Men who could not stop thinking about you. Men who, because of your ex-husband, had been holding grudges against you.

Geto pulled down his boxers just until the waistband fitted snugly under his balls. His cock stood proud with precum dribbling down his length as he positioned himself in the comfy spot between your thighs. He pressed against the table until his knuckles turned white, aligning himself with your entrance.

Without extra stimulation, your saturated folds welcomed him easily and you gasped loudly at the intrusion.

"Shit, you’re soaking," Geto sighed softly as you clenched around him, swarming his veins with gratification. He tipped his head forward, his loose strands framing his face. “Tell me to stop if you’re uncomfortable, okay?” He was so sweet, so kind. You nodded and hazily recognized that this was what making love was supposed to feel like: tender, gentle, and loving. This was Suguru Geto's charm.

Before you could say more, an opportunistic Sukuna took his place above you. He moved quickly, undoing his belt and tugging hastily at his trousers, humming loudly with relief when he pulled his pants down and his massive cock sprang free. Despite being jostled by another man, you swabbed at the bubbling precum before pushing your thumb into your mouth, relishing his clean and salty tinge on your tongue.

Amused, Sukuna chuckled darkly. "What a fucking tease," he crowed, then patting your cheek. "C'mon. Open up, baby. Let me get to the back of your throat."

With little resistance, he popped your jaw open and sank his massive girth into your mouth. Gradually, you bobbed your head back and forth, letting your tongue lick every millimeter to him. He, likewise, pushed his hips forward, bringing your nose flushed against his well-trimmed patch of pink hair. He plucked the recording phone from your hands, and you sensed him tapping on the screen to focus on the erotic display where your bodies connected, your sinful lips accepting his fat cock with ease.

"You are such a good girl." Sukuna Ryomen confirmed, his movements mind-numbing as though he wanted to breed your esophagus. He wrapped a hand around your windpipe, constricting your airflow and causing you to gag. "Brat looks like a goddamn goddess sucking dick. Isn't that right, Choso?"

No response.

Curious, your pupils rolled to the side.

The assassin's the man you feared the most.

He was quiet, always guarded, his mysterious eyes pulling you in like two black holes. You could never know what he’s thinking about, although you lucidly remember his crooked obsession with 'disciplining' you.

"Hey, honey.” Geto's deft fingers suddenly gripped your chin, forcing your gaze to return to him. “Pay attention to us, m'kay?"

You hummed in response, Sukuna’s dick still bulging visibly in your throat.

"I don’t want you to lose focus," an overly aroused Suguru went on to explain. He breathed heavily. Shaking. Or maybe that was you? He clutched your love handles harshly before he pulled out and stepped to the side, making you stroke himself with your delicate hands instead. Briefly, you assumed that Geto preferred handjobs and wanted to ejaculate onto your breasts, only to get your answer when your puffy clit came into contact with the sharp coolness from…metal?

"Choso," Toji's harsh voice warned.

Brought back to your senses, you looked down to see Choso using the fluids to lubricate...his gun. You recognized the weapon, the same one you had seen in his car. The same one he would use to kill. All air in your lungs left swiftly. What the actual fuck. Sheer mortification was the only reason you didn't have the guts to do anything (because, if Choso became irritated enough, he could pull the trigger and then you would have no guts at all), and your silence only gave him a reason to continue defiling you into his personal gun slut.

He stared at his boss with an unperturbed frown. "You know I like her too much to hurt her."

A squeal tumbled past your lips when the pistol's freezing barrel pressed past your tight hole. Although you partially expected Toji to warn the weapon-wielding man again, Toji instead leaned forward in his chair, jaw resting on his fist. He could seem more concerned, but the mirthful glimmer in his emerald eyes said otherwise.

Meanwhile, Choso's piercing gaze alone made you sweaty, your forehead turned glossy with a sheen. He lazily massaged your inner walls, your warm arousal coating his cool metal before leaking onto the table, the only struggle now was how your body involuntarily twitched. To your fascination (and horror), pleasure began to build with each too-hard pass of his barrel. There were just too many sensations going on. Messy mouth deepthroating one cock, slicked hands stroking another, and sloppy cunt taking in a gun. You did your best to give everybody equal attention because you were a desperate crowd-pleaser, not wanting anyone to feel left out.

With your back arched from the table, you became increasingly frantic, demonstrating through feverish movements that all you were was their obedient little bitch. All these hands on your body, skin on your skin. You felt them all, the senses exhilarating and fascinating.

Toji sternly interrupted from seemingly nowhere. “I can tell from your movements that you want to cum, don’t you?” Maybe, but you were too overwhelmed to focus solely on your pleasure. Nothing that your therapists couldn't help with. Leaning over, Toji snaked an arm around your body to press tight circles at your engorged clit. "Be selfish for a little bit," he coaxed. "Cum for us."

His permission sent you immediately vaulting over the edge, your whole body spasming as an orgasm tore through you. Your lips parted, but you didn't scream. Your eyes shut slowly and rolled to the back of your head as every millimeter in your fragile body unraveled completely—fluttering, cramping, and shuddering.

Your ears became blessed with chorused laughter and praise.

Choso inspected your copious juices that suddenly coated his gun, a translucent thread trailing from the barrel to your now-exposed cunt. Reaching over, Sukuna wrapped his hand around Choso's forearm. He leaned into the pistol and parted his lips, swirling his tongue slowly around the barrel. His maroon eyes were half-lidded, giving him an almost lazy yet focused look as he dragged his tongue along the metal, lapping up your precious essences—the syrups rich and just a bit tangy. Drooling and sucking like a little kid with a lollipop, Sukuna didn't care that his spit trailed from the metal down to the other man's wrist and flipped the camera to selfie mode to capture the action.

Towards the end, his tongue swiped over his lips, leaving a luster from your elixir that coated his mouth. “So fuckin’ sweet.”

After another generous lick, he swished the concoction in his mouth before pinching your chin, and your mouth propped open. Pleased, he hummed when you stuck your tongue out, showcasing just how naughty you were. He drooled the spittle into your mouth, the saline taste blossoming on your taste buds, a thread of spit connecting your chin and his.

"Sharing," Sukuna chuckled darkly into your phone's microphone, "is absolutely fucking caring."

Nearby, Suguru groaned. He hurriedly clambered to the comfy space between your plush thighs, shoving a grumbling Choso aside. "I'm so fucking close."

He buried his dick into your tunnel, the veins on his cock pulsating. Call him selfish or masochistic, but as much as he wanted to reach his high, Geto denied his orgasm to stay longer inside and prevented himself from fucking bursting.

“Don't hold back, Suguru,” you urged.

Geto furrowed his brows, sweat gathering on his forehead as he tried his best to hold out. He admitted earnestly, "I don't want to give you up, baby.”

“I want you to cum,” you said, all whiny with puppy eyes. Free hand slithering down, you cupped his aching balls and gently squeezed his heavy testes. "Besides,” you glanced over at the camera, “show Naoya how you can breed me…daddy."

Sugaru’s eyes widened at the unexpected nickname that he loved so much. That’s it. He’s done for. His handsome features crumpled from an over-the-top pleasure as he gave his snapping hips one final push and pumped you full, coating your cervix white with his thick essence as he rested his head against your forehed, panting into your ear and moaning into your skin.

Pressing one last kiss on your cheekbone, he pulled himself out of your hot cunt, allowing others to have their way with you.

Sukuna got behind you eagerly. He repositioned your shaking body, his calloused hands tossing you over and leaving you panting on your hands and knees. His harsh squeeze at your sides made you squeal just as he pulled your legs apart for easier access, exposing your cute hole.

"Shit, she's making a mess, dripping onto the desk." The same desk that belonged to Naoya merely several hours ago. Adjusting your phone camera, Sukuna thumbed through your folds like they were pages in a book, scoffing at the viscous dallops that slid out. The tattoos on his wrists gleamed pitch black under the glossy mixed juices.

"Suguru's cock did you well, but this pretty lady isn't finished yet, eh? She can take more. I know she can." His hands weaved into your hair and tugged harshly. "Tell us, missy. You can handle more, correct?"

The threat in his menacing tone only suggested there was one answer. You whimpered pathetically, "Yes."

With a crooked smile, Sukuna pressed his muscular form against your back. That man was starving. After all, he had been waiting to have your pussy properly wrapped around his painful erection when he could've greedily taken you for himself first.

"Stop moving so I can angle myself correctly," Sukuna reprimanded when you wobbled on all fours.

Hardly any time was given to let you register the warning before the man plunged into your sensitive socket. He ignored your desperate wail, amazed at how he plugged you all the way. His pace started off sensual and languid. Each snug press against your battered cervix at first made you squeak, but you became too far caught up in the moment that the discomfort disappeared as promptly as the sensation came.

"Mhm," Sukuna hummed, a squelch ringing through the room each time he would bottom out. He didn't need to say anything for him to feel how wet you were, fluids trickling out from your puffy hole and creating what looked like the Nile River running down your thighs.

"Holy fuck," Choso swore to the side, his emotions a rare display.

Blissful waves rushed to your head, one after another. Arousal flooded into your tummy, your cunt twitching uncontrollably as a second climax started to sneak up on you.

Sukuna groaned—or at least attempted to groan—through the exertion of his forceful movements. How he had missed playing with you. A few trickles of sweat on his forehead glided over the ink on his forehead before dripping onto your back. He pumped himself faster, his balls smacking against your clit harder—savoring how you squirmed underneath his direct influence.

He could not resist peering down at the sacred space where your bodies connected and ensured that the camera, too, had an unobscured view. The problem was he had become so agonizingly turned on that his hold on your phone began shaking. He rasped, back straightening. “Goddamn, your cunny does me good.”

Not long after, he reached his release snarling and grunting like a dog as white ropes shot from his cock and into your uterus, with him nearly dropping your device onto your ass from his sheer ecstasy.

"No!" you protested loudly when Sukuna pulled out abruptly, hissing as your empty hole clenched around nothing. "I..." You balled your fists, thumping the desk in frustration. "I was so fucking close."

"Don't worry." The strawberry-haired man tenderly brushed away the tears by your jaw. Like he hoped to comfort you somehow. "Nothing Choso can't help with. He'll take great care of you." He looked over at the said colleague. “Isn’t that right?”

Gulping, you followed his gaze to the other man who had stopped behind you.

"You look nervous," Choso commented matter-of-factly. "Why?"

As if he didn’t already know the answer. You rolled your eyes and snorted like a true brat, indeed. "None of your business."

Besides, you had enough encounters with Choso Kamo, each incident more indecent than the last. This time, he naturally noticed your eyes drift to the gun tucked into his back pocket, the saps from earlier creating an ample moist patch on his pants.

“So, tell me, bimbo," Choso spoke again. He didn't care to announce himself as he unbuckled and pressed in, stretching you with his thickness, aided by your copious reserve containing both arousal and cum, hitting that sweet spot that he had no problem finding over and over. "Did you think I had been done with you already?"

Holding in whimpers from his repeated thrusts, you let out a soft groan.

"I can't hear you."

"Yes."

“But, do you want me?”

Silence.

“I am not going to repeat my—”

"I want you s’ badly..."

A demon must have possessed you. There was no other way to explain yourself. But those remarks were all Choso needed before he began to move impossibly fast within you. He didn’t care that he pounded into you like a beast, creating a commotion that perhaps the floor below could hear your wetness reverberate around the room.

"This is for being a fucking tease." Choso raised his hand high and then delivered an unforgiving blow against your ass. Unprepared, you yelped from the sheer force, which had been enough to leave a handprint on your unblemished cheeks.

"I didn't—!" Your attempt to defend proved futile as Choso spanked you again with little regard for your feelings.

"This is for giving me an attitude," he continued, gruff. And again. "For forgetting how to behave, shit." And again, and again, and again. For this, for that, his listed grievances going on and on and on, his punishments making you cry and squirm and wail.

Choso knew he was selfish. If his boss Toji wasn't involved, he would want nothing more than to keep you forever, making you his little gun slut and teaching you to cum all over him. He couldn’t help it. As if the roles were reversed. Like he was the inexperienced one, unaware of his partner's feelings and only caring for his pleasure. He remained relentless as he continued his abuse, the tendons along his hands and arms flexing with his efforts, like the crazed killer he was being out for blood.

The distressed expression written all over your face only made him want to go harder. He loved making it hurt, his sadistic personality entirely to blame. With every pump, his testes smacked onto your clit repeatedly, feeling him sink deeper and deeper inside.

“F-Fuck—S’ too much, Choso!” A sob wracked your trembling figure amidst his assault. In distress, you tugged at his wrists to get him to ease up on you. That didn't matter. He was too strong, especially when compared to you.

"I thought you wanted to cum."

"I do!" But you didn't think you would be able to cum like this. "This...This is too painful!"

As if he cared.

"Oh, please," Choso scoffed, even rolling his inky eyes in dismissal. "This isn't painful. You're just being dramatic. If you think this is painful...how do you think I felt, hm? Watching Geto and Sukuna take turns defiling you. Hearing you blubber their names without shame. Did you think that I—with my cock stiff in my pants—that I didn't feel pain? Listen to yourself. God, turns out you're just another selfish slut."

Scorching tears streamed down your face, and you searched around desperately.

"No one here's going to save you," Choso announced, reading right through you. He pressed his face against your earlobe, a hot puff of air fanning out across your delicate skin. "Because it's too obvious. You fucking like this, pup."

Did you?

Even if that wasn't the case, you guess you did now, the unwavering conviction in Choso's tone spurring a change of heart. It’s sick, you realized, he’s manipulating me.

Yet, sure enough, you soon started to feel lighter, giddier. Your pupils dilated from stimulation and your muscles tingled with excitement. Choso felt so good. You felt so good, and the coil from deep within your cervix compressed tighter and tighter as a pressure built from within.

"I'm close...again." This time, it's a little embarrassing to admit, especially when you were complaining like a puppy just minutes ago.

"What did I tell you, pet," Choso growled, the corners of his mouth quirked upwards in a rare grin. He made you feel glorious. Consequently, you writhed underneath his body, fully submissive under his control. You wanted nothing more than to be a pliant baby girl for him, let him use you in any way he wants. "Cum and squeeze my cock."

“Make me.”

“Oh?”

One final blow to your ass was what hurled your body over the edge.

“I—” you choked on your spit. "I'm coming!"

You shrieked the moment you felt your body disintegrate, your shoulder blades caving in as sweat fell like raindrops from your skin. Elbows giving up, your head hit the table, leaving your temples pulsing with dizziness, bliss, and pain; your eyes staring at the wood finishing; your chest rising up and down, exasperated from the intensity of your release.

And oh, your pussy squeezed Choso good. Before he could hold himself back, Choso dug his nails into your ass. "Fuck, you are incredible," was the last thing he muttered before he came as well in one long grunt, splattering your womb with his creamy semen. He made you tremble when he pulled out, releasing the mess inside and leaving you feeling oddly empty and cold. Glob after glob of cum oozed out, semen from multiple perpetrators painting over your labia, which made the surrounding men grin at the sight, knowing that you held all their seed inside.

Nothing except their breeding hole, that was what you had become. There was something they adored about labeling you as their personal whore.

Not long afterward, a warm hand took yours into his own. Toji caressed the skin of your palm before pulling you right onto his lap again. In the end, he was whom you belonged to. If anybody wanted to do anything to you, they had to talk to him first.

Toji helped you straddle him, tucking one leg onto his either side, except you were so fucked out that you didn’t know who you were or where you were from.

"C'mon, honey. Don't lose yourself just yet," he murmured gently, brushing a few free strands from your forehead. Otherwise, you would've gone limp and lost all senses completely.

Toji had been waiting for you. He considered this a sign of his maturity, allowing the younger and more impatient men to make a mess with you first. Now, though, was his turn, fair and square.

His exposed length pressed up against his abdomen with fantastic girth and length such that—despite your current state—your pupils went heart-eyed and your mouth drooled from sight alone. He loved when you made that expression, one he had seen countless times in his dreams; a guilty pleasure in reality. He chortled at your sharp gasps, finding you adorable even after being stuffed by several men.

However, just when you didn't think you could handle more, his red-flushed head brushed over your clit and jolted your veins with the familiar wave of arousal. You shifted, the sticky mess between your legs uncomfortable. In a brief moment of lucidity, you had an epiphany. With one hand resting on Toji's shoulder, you reached down with the other to spread your folds, biting your lip as you clamped down on your sensitive walls hard.

Sure enough, a generous amount of cum trickled out of your used cunt, oozing onto Toji’s cockhead and sliding down gradually to his balls.

"Holy shit."

Eyes grew wide with surprise, jaws dropped in reaction to your nasty actions. Since when did you learn to become so dirty? Flushed cheeks betrayed their interest as they continued their lustful staring. Generous was what you were, letting them ogle like schoolchildren for a few moments longer before you scooped up the slick and began to suck on your fingers. Softly, you hummed at the succulent flavors concocted by you, Suguru, Sukuna, and Choso combined.

"Next up is you."

“So fuckin’ filthy," Toji praised with utter adoration.

As you continued, you made sure not to break eye contact as you subtly rutted your sopping cunt against his tip. You coyly batted your long lashes in his direction, making sure he could feel the liquids running down his cock and the throbbing pussy that awaited him.

You smiled. "All yours, Dr. Fushiguro."

He suddenly grew smitten at how polite you could be, and using his hands as a guide, he helped you sink into him slowly. “Goddamn.” The sound that emerged from him was wholly obscene, a carnal desperation only matched by your movements, your thighs constricting his hips and your eyes rolling backward. How cozy, you discovered yourself to be, snug at his hilt. Toji had filled you all the way but a few centimeters of his cock remain, his tip already kissing against your spent uterus.

Something about knowing that his little cousin would watch this made Toji want to do everything to push deeper into you. He started by rocking your waist against a rhythm, and a near-pornographic mewl escaped your lips when his shaft ran over an especially sensitive spot, the ridges rubbing against your cavern and sending pleasure through your every limb. He hummed at the way you squealed and loved how expressive you were with your body and feelings.

His tongue laved across your shoulder before stopping over your collarbone. "You'll still go back to Naoya after this?"

"Absolutely not," you mumbled with sincerity. "I would hate myself if I did."

“Excellent,” he slurred, his spit drooling down your back from where his mouth had latched onto your neck. “That’s…exactly what I wanted to hear, baby.”

Baby. Your eyes squeezed shut, responding with a whine. Although the overstimulation was originally uncomfortable, you began to feel satisfaction cut through the soreness once again as your body prepared for one more climax. You rocked your hips in need, like an animal in heat, a sight that would certainly drive your ex-husband crazy. “F-Feels,” you paused to pant, “Feels good.”

“Fuck.” Toji gritted out, breaking through his cacophony of crude moaning and effectively searing your skin. He continued steering your body in the rhythm he learned you liked, his nails nearly piercing your skin despite their bluntness. He cupped your jaw harshly. “What are you to us, sweetheart?”

“Oh.” You laughed a little, clearly delirious, and then replied. “'M your cumdump.”

“Say that again.”

“I—”

“Louder.” The emeralds in his heavy-lidded eyes skated briefly to the phone. “I want everyone to hear.”

So, you mustered all your energy to give your final answer—and the correct answer. "I am your cum dumpster!"

Toji started saying something, chuckling maybe, but his words weren’t clear even as he tossed his head back. His breathing was deep, wet, and sexy, and he was no doubt blistering hot in his business blazer, his slicked-back hair soaked with sweat and hanging limply in front of his flushed face. His expression, on the other hand, was what got you the most; his eyes drawn shut, his brows slightly pinched, his mouth just barely parted.

He panted, raising his head to lock lips with yours, moaning into your mouth lewdly before pulling back, and admiring your fucked out expression, face heated and sweating.

“Shit, you’re too good to me,” was the last thing Toji sighed before he added to your womb with his hot cum, his grip on your body tightening as his balls twitched and lodged his precious seed into the sacred cavern. Pussy clamping down, you milked him, not willing to let a single drop go to waste, gasping when the explosive warmth made you shatter with him, leaving you hiccuping and spasming until you were just jolting and crying out from the stretched muscles in your body.

Overheated, you slumped forward. Sweat rolled uncomfortably down your back, spit smeared across your neck and shoulders and chin.

But you looked up and giggled at your latest discovery.

“I love getting gangbanged."

last chapter || next chapter

end notes: I spent way more time preparing this chapter than I expected, writing, rewriting, and editing. Adding, shortening, then adding again. (At some point, this was nearly 7K words.) This is far from perfect, but I must relinquish myself. Thank you again for reading!

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imsosoheee · 3 months ago

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always and forever .｡.:*☆

social media au

riize sohee x female reader

featuring! yn, aespa's giselle, ive's wonyoung, enhypen's jake, nct's sion, and 7riize

synopsis! despite yn and lee sohee being inseparable since childhood, yn found herself developing feelings that went beyond friendship. after fighting with unspoken emotions for far too long, yn decides to move on and open her heart to someone new. but just as she starts to let go, sohee comes to a realization of his own. will yn's lingering feelings for sohee finally fade, or will they resurface stronger than ever?

content warnings! angst, fluff, profanities, kys/kms jokes, suggestive themes, .｡.:*☆ indicates written chapter, lowercase intended

author's note! my first smau ! it was super fun to write heh so i hope u all enjoy it :) will likely be updated 1-2 times a week. feel free to dm me or comment your @ to be added to taglist!

.｡.:*☆ started: 03.24.2025

.｡.:*☆ finished: 05.27.2025

completed !!!

taglist: @karebearyu @jkeydiary @mbella607 @banez @jaellymint @secretiny @love4yubin @jvngw0nlvr @slowlylefttyphoon @flqwrlvr

i. profiles!

☆彡 chapter 00: DROWNING. , xoxo ☆彡 chapter 00: sexxy7

ii. chapters!

☆彡 chapter 01: surprise!

☆彡 chapter 02: ok word!

☆彡 chapter 03: if only with you

☆彡 chapter 04: deeep

☆彡 chapter 05: he's something

☆彡 chapter 06: warm glow

☆彡chapter 07: blush

☆彡chapter 08: white death

.｡.:*☆ chapter 09: what am i to u?

☆彡chapter 10: running down

☆彡chapter 11: cruel

☆彡chapter 12: carried away

☆彡chapter 13: feeling blue

☆彡chapter 14: try again

☆彡chapter 15: teddy bear rises

.｡.:*☆chapter 16: homesick

☆彡chapter 17: i know you

.｡.:*☆chapter 18: if it's not you

.｡.:*☆chapter 19: ott

.｡.:*☆chapter 20: nobody

.｡.:*☆chapter 21: greed

.｡.:*☆chapter 22: hold me, never let go

☆彡chapter 23: blue

.｡.:*☆chapter 24: i <3 u

.｡.:*☆chapter 25: holding you, holding me

☆彡chapter 26: dream no. 24

☆彡chapter 27: hug

.｡.:*☆chapter 28: coming home

.｡.:*☆chapter 29 [final]: one kiss

EPILOUGES!

☆彡 [coming soon]

#kpop #riize #riize fluff #riize is 7 #riize scenarios #riize sohee #sohee fluff #sohee imagines #sohee x reader #lee sohee #sohee #sohee smau #riize smau #sohee scenarios #always and forever #riize x reader #imsosohee : sohee

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ryoshiwaah · 6 months ago

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Playlist: 'Holidays - Conan Gray' || 'dorothea - Taylor Swift' || 'hope you're okay - Olivia Rodrigo' || 'Falling Behind - Laufey' || 'Bewitched - Laufey' || 'closure - Taylor Swift' || 'two years - ROSÉ'.

Pairing: Idol!Minji x Idol!Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, dirty and kys/kms jokes, spelling mistakes, drinking, internalized homophobia, made up storyline and events. I'll add specific ones to chapters that need it.

Genre: angst with a happy ending, childhood friends to lovers (?) to strangers to idk to lovers again :D, comphet x raging lesbian trope my beloved, smau, fluff sometimes, gay girls being down bad for each other.

Synopsis: the kpop industry is full of mysteries, that's for sure, some are known and often brought up by fans, others aren't even noticeable. What if one interaction creates a big butterfly effect that turns Y/N and Minji's lives upside down? Will the mistery inolving the two be solved or remain as one of kpop's biggest questions?

a/n: hiii! Ryo here, this is my first work so I hope it won't suck... ANYWAY, enjoy the story💕.

masterlist

₊❅CHAPTERS❆⁺

Starring: olddenim | gaenergy | others

01. photostrips of you and me

02. lucky charm

03. promise

04. a lovely day for homicide

05. god's strongest soldier

06. whu luh whu?

07. MAMA awards

08. good graces

09. C R Y I N G

10. lifesaver

11. karma is a bitch

12. Minji's priv pt.1

13. Minji's priv pt.2

14. mistletoe pt.1

15. mistletoe pt.2

16. mother never lies

17. the flowers are blooming

18. ningning is the maknae💜

19. lunch by billie eilish

20. WE LISTEN AND WE DON'T JUDGE🙏🙏🙏

21. MINY/N IS REAL

22. Haerin's crash out

23. the song?

24. bipolar bitch

25. disgustingly cute

26. key word

27. history repeats itself

28. spotlight

29. black eye

30. marshmallows (end)

bonus chapters: go here

chapters updated every week!

NJZ masterlist

#minji x reader #minji newjeans #kim minji x reader #wlw #aespa #smau #kpop smau #newjeans smau

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pupuyvs · 1 year ago

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goal! ー chaewon smau

➼ Synopsis Yoo Jihye and her friends are the biggest losers in school. Though proud of the title, it seems to bite her when someone decides to sign her up for the school’s soccer team as a prank. Now forced to play the full season, how will Jihye survive, especially when the team’s captain is dating her crush, head cheerleader Kim Chaewon.

➼ Genre smau + written, wlw, non-idol au, cheerleader!chaewon, loser!femoc, fluff, comedy, slight angst

➼ Pairing Kim Chaewon x fem!oc

➼ Warning kms/kys jokes, mentions of bullying, homophobic jokes

➼ Status completed

➼ Updates whenever

➼ Taglist closed

➼ featuring: aespa, le sserafim, yeji (itzy), yuna (itzy), ahn yujin (ive), jang wonyoung (ive), yeonjun (txt), mark (nct), wonbin (riize), more to come…

➼ a/n decided chaewon nation deserved a blessing after eay, once again though there is an oc however you can view it as reader i truly don’t mind other than that enjoy!!

profiles: loser club | cheerios | tigers | others

chapters:

38 (written)

47 (written)

76 (written)

final (written)

epilogue (written)

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thebestofoneshots · 2 years ago

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SERIES MASTERLIST

Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

Summary: You meet Sirius and Regulus at a family vacation in the Caribbean, but things don't go as planned and you end up losing contact once the trip is over. Years later your family moves to England and you get accepted at Hogwarts where you finally meet Sirius once again, along with all of his friends. One of them with a mysterious secret, that you'll uncover as you embark on your own Hogwarts adventure. Mostly canon-compliant. This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.

Read Gilded Constellations on AO3

Read the French Translation by @nagareboshi-chiyo

Paring: Sirius Black x Reader / Remus Lupin x reader / Wolfstar x reader

Chapter average: 5k - 6.5 k

Content: Smut in later chapters, Poly!Marauders, throuple, graphic descriptions of violence, MAJOR and minor character death (this is The Marauders Era guys, you know), jealousy, angst, pining, love triangle, LGBTQ+ themes, The Wizarding war 1.0, implied child abuse, possible proofreading errors, mental health struggles, hurt no comfort, hurt with comfort, period typical attitude, first war with Voldemort, canonical character's death, fluff, Requited Love, F/M/M, mostly canon-compliant.

Status: Ongoing (Weekly updates)

♡ Indicates SMUT

PLAYLIST

01 | Summer Breeze

02 | Escape

03 | Bitter Sweet Symphony

04 | Rainy Days and Mondays

05 | Good times

06 | Crazy Little Thing Called Love

07 | Peaceful Easy Feeling

08 I Fooled Around and Fell in Love

09 | The Fairy Feller's Master-Stroke

10 | Black Dog

11 | Do Ya

12 | You really got me

13 | Rebel, Rebel

14 | Maybe I’m Amazed

15 | No One Like You

Interlude (Q&A Event)

16 | Boogie Wonderland

17 | Tonight’s What It Means To Be Young

18 | Friends will be Friends

19 | Silver Bird

20 | Bad Moon Rising

21 | Fox on the Run

22 | Long Long Way From Home

23 | Hungry Eyes

24 | Peace of Mind

25 | I’ll get Even With You

26 | Hooked on a Feeling

27 | Can’t Take My Eyes Off You

28 | If You Want BIood, (You’ve Got It)

29 | With a Little Help From My Friends

30 | Bridge Over Troubled Water

31 | Strange Magic

32 | Come a Little Bit Closer

33 | More Than a Feeling

34 | You Belong to Me

35 | Chill of Desire

36 | Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy

37 | Gimme, Gimme, Gimme

38 | Let the Good Times Roll

39 | Running With the Pack

40 | Hot Stuff

41 | Urban Adventure

42 | Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

43 | Sympathy for the Devil

44 | No One But You

45 | Hold The Line

46 | Comfortably Numb

47 | Let Me Take You Home Tonight

48 | Dust in the Wind

49 | High Hopes

50 | Love the One You're With ♡

51 | Some Guys Have All The Luck ♡

52 | Twentieth Century Fox

53 | Too Much Love Will KiII You

54 | Sail Away Sweet Sister

55 | Noone Together

56 | Who Wants To Live Forever

57 | Play the Game

58 | Staying Power

59 | Break on Through

60 | Stone in Love

61 | Mr. Blue Sky

62 | Born to be Wild

63 | Something About You

64 | Put Out The Fire

65 | Spell Binder

66 | Hot Love

67 | What's On My Mind

68 | Mysteries and Mayhem

69 | Livin' Thing

70 | Back Talk

71 | We've Only Just Begun

72 | Relentless

73 | Lovin’, Touchin’, Squeezin’

74 |

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BONUS TRACKS:

Your Theories, The Note, The Costumes, Sirius and the Chimney, Sirius and Vix after the bad moon, Evans and Vixen, Remus and Vixen at the infirmary, Remus holding Sirius at DADA, Remus and Sirius’ height difference, the FOXSTAR picture, Art by @nineloseteeth, We're going French,

Leave a comment telling me if you want to join the tag list

A/N: Most Poly!Marauders fics are oneshots, where the relationship between characters is already established, and they're all happy and pleased with it. No issues, no drama, but I WANTED the drama. Couldn't find it, so I set myself up to write the story behind the stablished relationship. I wanted to know how they started dating each other, the jealousy, the will they won't they, because getting into a poly relationship can't be an easy task, and I wanted to explore that story. If you're interested: Welcome to Gilded Constellations!

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woozinhos · 7 days ago

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Future posts/open for requests:: SEVENTEEN & ATEEZ

Masterllist / update: 21/06

01. ❛ i’ve been thinking about you all day. ❜

02. ❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

03. ❛ how badly do you want me? ❜

04. ❛ i can’t get enough of you. ❜

05. ❛ you look like you were jealous. ❜

06. ❛ shh. there’s people in the other room. ❜

07. ❛ say you want me, and i’m yours. ❜

08. ❛ show me how much you missed me. ❜

09. ❛ you know you love me. ❜

10. ❛ it’s hot when you talk back. ❜

11. ❛ if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up. ❜

12. ❛ you look good with my hands around your throat. ❜

13. ❛ bend over the desk love ❜

14. ❛ i haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet. ❜

15. ❛ stop distracting me. ❜

16. ❛ take it off slowly. ❜

17. ❛ what do you think your punishment should be? ❜

18. ❛ do that again, please. ❜

19. ❛ sit on my face. ❜

20. ❛ i love it when you moan my name ❜

21. ❛ let me give you a reason to stay in bed ❜

22. ❛ prove that you deserve my tongue. ❜

23. ❛ no panties? ❜

24. ❛ you can get louder can’t you ❜

25. ❛ if you want to come you better beg ❜

26. ❛ i wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it ❜

27. ❛ each of my thoughts about you is improper ❜

28. ❛ i told you to stay still ❜

29. ❛ be a good girl and spread your legs ❜

30. ❛ focus only on me. ❜

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tamapalace · 6 months ago

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2024 Year In Review

2024 was a great year for Tamagotchi, it was our second year with the Tamagotchi Uni, and of course the iconic return of the Tamagotchi Connection! This year brought a record number of collaborations, software updates, Tamaverse Tickets, and Gashapons! For 2024, since so much happened, we are only going to focus on the big news.

01/03/2024 Tamagotchi Adventure Kingdom is Now Available on Apple Arcade! After being announced in December, 2023, the Tamagotchi Adventure Kingdom Apple Arcade application officially launched in the Apple App Store in early 2024! It was really exciting to see this game launch, and it has consistently received positive reviews.

02/17/2024 Bandai Namco US & Premium Bandai USA Announce Easter Themed Tamagotchi Original Shells This was a first, and we really enjoyed it! Bandai Namco US announced exclusive Easter 2024 themed Tamagotchi Original shells. Six shells were announced, and they were exclusively available on Premium Bandai US!

03/25/2024 New Tamagotchi Original Shells Advertisements in Japan’s Train Stations An impressive campaign was launched back in March, 2023 in Japan located at Shinjuku Station! It was to help spread the word about more western Tamagotchi Original shells being released in Japan. This was one of our favorite memories of 2024!

04/01/2024 Bandai Namco US Pulls Tamagotchi Connection April Fools Prank Bandai Namco US had jokes, huh? We had no idea that this April Fools joke would foreshadow a future announcement. The prank showcases a removable Tamagotchi accessory to add to your Tamagotchi Original, giving it the Tamagotchi Connection/Keitai antenna. Well played, Bandai Namco US!

04/11/2024 Bandai Japan Announces Hello Kitty 2024 Tamagotchi To commemorate the 50th anniversary of Hello Kitty, Bandai partnered up with Sanrio again to release another Tamagotchi Nano! New shells, and two new characters added to then programming which were Neliatchi and Shykutchi!

04/11/2024 Bandai Announces Tamagotchi Uni Sanrio Characters & Tamaverse Ticket Sanrio Characters Another Tamagotchi Uni! The Sanrio Characters Tamagotchi Uni was announced, and it served up a new color, a new faceplate, and of course a new Tamaverse Ticket! The most exciting part was that this would soon be announced as a global release, for the first time ever!

04/23/2024 Detective Conan Tamagotchi Nano Colorful Bandai Japan officially announced the very first Tamagotchi Nano Colorful, after teasing an announcement with Detective Conan on social media. An updated Tamagotchi Nano, but this time in color, and a rechargeable battery with USB-C connectivity. Super exciting to see Bandai partner up with Detective Conan again!

04/25/2024 Bandai Teases Possible Tamagotchi Connection Re-Release OMG, we remember this one like it was yesterday. Bandai drops a teaser for an upcoming Tamagotchi release. The teaser video was reminiscent of the Tamagotchi Connection V3 commercial. We were all on cloud 9.

05/13/2024 Bandai Introduces the Tamagotchi Connection with a 20th Anniversary Global Re-Release After years of outcry from the community, Bandai officially announces the return of the Tamagotchi Connection for the 20th anniversary. THIS WAS HUGE, and it still is. We finally have our Tamagotchi Connection back, and that makes our heart happy. Six shells announced globally, with two returning from the early 2000’s, and four shells were announced for Japan, with all four of them being updated shells from the originals released back in the early 2000’s.

05/28/2024 Bandai Announces Tamagotchi Uni Angel Festival & Tamagotchi Uni Monster Carnival More Tamagotchi Uni’s! We didn’t know at this time but this release was foreshadowing the return of the angel! Bandai announces two new Tamagotchi Uni’s, Angel Festival and Monster Carnival, along with their respective Tamaverse Tickets! Gorgeous new shells, and some new characters.

06/02/2024 Inside the Bandai Namco Store American Dream Mall Grand Opening Bandai Namco US opened the first very Bandai Namco store in the United States! That’s right, on May 31st, 2024 the first store was opened in the American Dream Mall, located in New Jersey. We were so excited to attend the store opening, and meet Asaki Murakami! This is where #MelonSodaGate all started!

07/11/2024 Bandai Japan Announces Hololive Fantasy Tamagotchi Nano ColorfulThe second Tamagotchi Nano Colorful is announced! This time, it’s collaboration with Hololive Fantasy, a group consisting of video streamers! Four new shells, with matching plushies are announced.

08/31/2024 Inside the Tamagotchi Booth at 2024 Tokyo Toy Show After a big year of announcements, Bandai Japan took their latest Tamagotchi goodies to the 2024 Tokyo Toy Show. Showcasing the new Tamagotchi Uni Sanrio Characters, Angel Festival, Monster Carnival, and of course Tamagotchi Original in all your favorite shells, along with the iconic return of the Tamagotchi Connection.

10/17/2024 Bandai Namco US Announces Tamagotchi Original Angel at “Fun With Tamagotchi” 2024 New York Comic-Con Panel This announcement was incredible to witness in person! At the 2024 New York Comic-Con Bandai Namco US hosted a “Fun With Tamagotchi Panel” were they announced the return of the Tamagotchi Angel, under the name “Tamagotchi Original Angel”, which features generation 3 programming. Two shells were announced, and fans all over the world rejoiced! Another return for 2024!

10/17/2024 Bandai Namco US is Bringing Melon Soda Tamagotchi Connection to the United States After we spoke to Asakai Murakami at the Bandai Namco Cross store opening at the American Dream Mall, and the launch of #MelonSodaGate, Bandai Namco US officially announces the Melon Soda shell! That’s right, for the first time ever Melon Soda is now available to purchase in the United States. This was a HUGE win.

10/31/2024 CHOGOKIN Tamagotchi Robot This was major! A collaboration of two Bandai brands, Tamagotchi and CHOGOKIN to bring the CHOGOKIN Tamagotchi Robot! A die cast metal robot with a Tamagotchi nested in it’s chest, the community is loving this one!

2024 was incredible, and there is so much to celebrate. The biggest highlight had to have been the return of the Tamagotchi Connection, which holds such a special place in our heart!

We couldn’t image celebrating Tamagotchi without our amazing fans. We are looking forward to an even better 2025, so stay tuned to Tama-Palace for the latest and great Tamagotchi news. Happy New Year!

#tamapalace #tamagotchi #tmgc #tamatag #virtualpet #bandai #yir #yearinreview #year in review #2024 #newyears #new years #holidays

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peascribbles · 2 months ago

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Here is the full list, to be updated as the snax come in. This challenge hosted by the lovely @thedrabblecollective came at the perfect time for me to get back into writing!

The drabbles will all be gender neutral (**except for day 30 - hat) and not specify elements like skin/hair colour or texture, or body shape/size/height/genitalia.

There might be some continuations, but otherwise they will be separate drabbles. Enjoy snackin'!

Not sure where to start? Here's a little overview!

legend: fluff 𑑝 angst 𑑝 spicy

01. carriage ↪ Stealing a moment to admire him.

02. faceless ↪ What's in his reflection of you?

03. painter (18+) ↪ He loves seeing you unravel.

04. quarter ↪ Your prince charming arrives.

05. cold ↪ A promise made and kept.

06. comedy ↪ This time, he loses you.

07. lotion (suggestive) ↪ Some post-work relaxation.

08. stars § 09. enjoy ↪ A late night galactic joyride. pt i and ii.

10. serenade ↪ You sing an old song for him.

11. credit ↪ He plays a little game.

12. scones ↪ He is overwhelmed by love.

13. abundance ↪ Convincing him to broaden his horizons, pt i. cont. in day 21

14. saccharine § 15. last (18+) ↪ The humble fruit vendor samples his ware, pts i and ii.

16. ballad ↪ record / recollection - half a drabble, half a poem

17. tropical ↪ Duty calls on a sunny day.

18. leaves ↪ The seasons move on, while he stands in place.

19. pebble (18+) ↪ You've been eyeing those shoes of his lately.

20. liability ↪ He makes it clear you're not a weakness.

21. choice ↪ Convincing him to broaden his horizons, pt ii. prev in day 13

22. tenacity ↪ Stuck in a closet together, again.

23. workshop § 24. date (18+) ↪ Sweltering weather. An even hotter man, pts i and ii.

25. immense ↪ His most sacred place is raided.

26. narrow ↪ Cloud watching with your dragon.

27. transform ↪ A gentle lesson in human emotions, pt i. cont in day 27

28. mercy ↪ He is haunted by the past.

29. maelstrom ↪ A gentle lesson in human emotions, pt ii.

30. hat ↪ He is a man of many hats.

31. poppy ↪ You two find a beautiful little flower.

#sylus snax #pea.challenges

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veinsfullofstars · 1 year ago

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Happy Kirbtober to all and to all a good poyo~!

With the month-long art challenge complete, I’ve compiled all of my Kirbtober 2023 drawings into one post for your viewing convenience. Links to each individual post are also available under the cut. Thanks again to Panic for the prompts and to everyone else who participated for contributing some truly incredible art. Be sure to check out the tags after you’re done here - give those creators some love! Anyway, I’m going to go shove candy in my face and then pass out. Peace.

Started 08/30/23, finished 10/08/23, updated for color correction 11/02/24. NOTE: This was originally posted on my deleted account on 10/31/23.

Prompt List by @/paintpanic

Day 1 - Friendship | Day 2 - Sub-Game | Day 3 - Food

Day 4 - Robot | Day 5 - Animal Friend | Day 6 - Royalty

Day 7 - Headcanon | Day 8 - Enemy | Day 9 - Anime

Day 10 - Magic | Day 11 - Another Dimension | Day 12 - Gijinka

Day 13 - Ancient | Day 14 - 3DS | Day 15 - Arts and Crafts

Day 16 - Spinoff | Day 17 - Knight | Day 18 - Kirby 64

Day 19 - Mirror | Day 20 - Castle | Day 21 - Fav. Character

Day 22 - Rainbow | Day 23 - Copy Ability | Day 24 - AU

Day 25 - Possession | Day 26 - Ship | Day 27 - RtDL (DX)

Day 28 - KatFL | Day 29 - Last Battle Ability | Day 30 - Dark

Day 31 - Final Boss

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jiminjamms · 1 year ago

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sex therapy :: 29. karma's a bitch

chapter tags/warnings: manipulative! naoya. naoya's anger issues continue. infidelity/adultery. extremely strong language. corruption. mentions of physical violence. family drama.

word count: 3.2k

notes: my sixty-hour work weeks have been taking a huge toll on me, so i apologize for this incredibly slow update. the good news is that i cannot take this corporate america bullshit anymore and will resign in the next two months. thank you for being patient! likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated. xoxo

fic masterlist | 01. 02. 03. 04. 05. 06. 07. 08. 09. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. 16. 17. 18. 19. 20. 21. 22. 23. 24. 25. 26. 27. 28. 29. 30. 31. 32. 33.

Naoya had never felt this humiliated in his entire life.

When people said karma was a bitch, he never thought that it would actually make its way back to him. While he was not the most righteous person in the world, he was the Zenin CEO, for god’s sake! He was the leader to a multi-billion dollar conglomerate, the heir of a centuries-old bloodline.

Yet, here he was, charging back to his apartment like an irate animal.

He startled the lobby doormen upon his loud entry, and once he returned to his penthouse, he had to will every muscle in his body not to tear apart his abode in a rampage.

In his head, his encounter with Toji looped like a broken record, fueling his chagrin.

When Naoya sought to confront his cousin for the first time in months, he thought he had been prepared. He did not expect to end up digging himself into a deep hole surpassing the world's layers due to a judgment error—a slight miscalculation.

Correction: this miscalculation was anything but 'slight' because he wildly underestimated what felt like everything. Now, he bore the consequences of his mistakes after inadvertently turning himself into a laughingstock. Because his ego was his hamartia, he had become a mere jester in a story where he was meant to be the sole hero, and thus his ill feelings burned hotter than the surface of the Sun.

As much as he hated to admit this, Naoya had been shortsighted. He should have known better. Just weeks ago, he saw a vision filled with saccharine promises of a happy, comfortable life as the most powerful man in Japan imbued with power and wealth. He had been confident—a hundred percent certain—that absolutely nothing could go wrong in the trajectory he worked hard to create. But, what the actual fuck just happened at the therapist's office?!

He did not expect his mistress to make a complete fool out of him. Her very existence was an anathema to him, and he hoped to never be in contact with that woman ever again. In hindsight, Naoya should have taken the hint a while ago. He had previously forgiven his cousin's ex-wife, dismissing her blissful but intentional ignorance. Mari had never been too keen on actual intellectual and corporate matters, for she took far more interest in the money and comfort that came with starting from the bottom and sleeping her way to the top. Despite that, Naoya trusted that she at least had half the mind to not publicly discuss their affair, only for him to be proven wrong in front of none other than...Toji Fushiguro.

"Fuck!" Naoya screamed into the void of his empty living room. His reality was a nightmare as he thought about his despised cousin again—the assured gleam in his viridescent eyes, the smug smirk that tugged across his lips. The imagery soured his mood beyond measure. "I'm going to fucking—"

He did not finish his sentence.

Instead, he kicked a nearby lamp in an angry bout, toppling the fixture over and sending tiny shards cascading across the floor accompanied by the dull thud of the shade. Whatever. His housekeeper tomorrow morning would come in and clean that.

What he instead focused on was how he had never been this infuriated, this belittled, this undignified.

The entire apartment echoed with Naoya's loud huff.

'About ‘your wife’ or whatever you want to deem her, there is not a single chance in hell that she’d ever think about calling you her husband anymore.' These words from Toji affected him more than he would have liked.

What did he mean?

That bastard is bluffing, the blonde had to tell himself, yet even he could not believe in his own consolation.

He needed to do something about this.

No, no, Naoya wasn’t scared.

He couldn’t possibly be, right?!

Yet, after he could feel his ears begin to cool and breathing start to re-regulate, he stared at the emptiness in his halls as he came to the realization that had no better choice but to talk to you.

You didn't want to be here.

The moment you read Naoya Zenin's text to meet up for a 'quick chat' at the café near his office, you already knew that the upcoming conversation was going to be anything but 'quick.' The last thing you wished to do was to be in the same vicinity as that very man again.

After spending the last few days at your family residence, you had been showered with warm attention from aunts, uncles, cousins, and even house attendants who—despite naturally wondering the reason behind your stay—welcomed your visit with open arms. To your relatives' many inquiries, you forged a pretense that all was well even if all was not. (Besides, all did seem well in your family estate, away from the incessant pandemonium that was the Tokyo city center.)

While you knew that this peaceful break was not meant to last forever, you did not anticipate returning to the capital just to sit with the Zenin CEO alone.

Naoya had specifically chosen a corner table in the Hong Kong-inspired establishment, distanced from potential eavesdroppers. He seemed to have been waiting for a while by the time you arrived, his right leg crossed over his left knee as he twiddled with his thumbs impatiently. Sprawled on the table were a freshly brewed pot of jasmine tea and a platter of warm custard pastries.

He remained quiet as you took the seat across from him, observing with a crease on his forehead and a knit to his brows.

Anyone could tell that the blonde was not the least bit happy.

"Giving me dirty looks is not going to get this conversation anywhere," you pointed out while helping yourself to a tart.

From your comment, the inverted slope on Naoya's lips twisted into a deeper frown.

He did not understand where your annoyance came from.

Fine, he never treated you nicely either, but he did not expect you to snap at him when the discussion had hardly begun. You offered him no greetings, and Naoya also took great offense at how you chose not to look at him as you talked.

Truth be told, your neglect reminded him of all the other upsetting things that he was dying to bring up, and your unpleasant attitude whittled away the little restraint he had left.

“You didn’t try to ask where I’ve been. Not one text or call. Guess it would not have mattered to you if I disappeared, huh?" he lashed out through gritted teeth. He hated being forgotten, hated being looked over, and hated how easy it was for him to prove you to be a neglectful and apathetic wife.

Which was why there was no better option than to cut him off.

“You ordered me to leave you alone, Naoya.” Only slightly did you turn your head to glance at him. Stirring sugar into your tea, you kept your attention otherwise on the nearby window and watched businesspeople scurrying about on the streets on their lunch breaks. "You can live without my attention since I'm not the only woman you have around. What happened to your lady friend? Hasn't she been entertaining you long before our marriage? I am sure she would love your company, so why not pay her an impromptu visit?”

From a slanting angle, you could tell that the transformation from your normally calm demeanor dismayed him. Naoya, not you, was typically the one to make snide comebacks, but he could not deny your latest comments. Evidently, he wanted you to go back to your submissive and passive self, but that was precisely what you no longer could be for him.

His silence prompted you to reach into your purse and retrieve a thick manila envelope, and you presented the package on the table.

Naoya's gaze snapped to the parcel.

He was curious, but cautiously so. He had invited you here, expecting to control the narrative, to dictate the terms. As a result, your unexpected move threw him off balance.

"What...?"

“Take a look and find out for yourself.”

A puzzled Naoya demonstrated no hesitation.

He snatched the folder, tearing the top open and greedily grabbing the curated pieces inside. He stared for a long time at the first item: a photo. But he recognized the image of him and his mistress, boarding a private jet for their most recent trip to Mexico. Then, he flipped through the stack rapidly, barely registering each item before he turned to the next. Some were printed-out pictures and others were cutouts from news articles, but all featured him and his paramour. The confusion on Naoya's visage slowly morphed into aggravation, and when he finished his inspection, he forcefully threw the items back onto the table.

In the end, Naoya sat back and went still, not even blinking, thinking, or doing anything but pressing his tongue along his inner cheek. "How did you get these?"

No apologies. No remorse.

Hell, based on his response, the man could not even bother to deny your accusations, a telling sign of how little he could care for his relationship with you. Obviously, you must be a joke to him.

In one firm motion, you placed down your teacup.

"You're missing the point.”

While one's eyes may be the windows to the soul, Naoya's offered nothing in his current state. His pupils looked at—no, examined you in intense dark pools despite the iridescent glow from the lights above.

"Toji gave you these, didn't he?" Naoya continued with a disdainful laugh, himself insistent on getting answers to his own questions. "You can't find this shit on the internet anymore since I've had them all taken down. But Toji's fast. He has eyes everywhere, I know he does. Look at him. Months later, and he's still hung up on reclaiming a position he should've never had the right to in the first place!"

Thankfully, you didn’t flinch from his loud voice. What you did do was become more indifferent as if you were placing a wall to separate yourself from him, mentally bracing for his emotional maelstrom.

"You are missing the point," you said once more. This time, you shook your head in disappointment, and your tone was far more frustrated than the last. "Aren't you shameless?”

"Me? Shameless?!” His brows pinched closer from fury. "Take a look at yourself, woman! What did you do to get all this dirt from Toji and his henchmen, hm? Ha! Know what? I bet it’s because you're so willing to spread yourself for them,” he rambled with a nasty sneer plastered on his expression. At his comments, your jaw fell open before snapping shut as the meaning behind his words sank in. The way this man disregarded how he had an affair (that began many months ago!) only to redirect the spotlight onto you was repulsing, implying that the sole reason the therapists talked to you was that you had slept around. “A whore like you love taking all them all, don’t you? Well? Well? Am I right? Goddamn, you’re such a—”

The harsh scraping from your chair as you stood was what finally interrupted him. Unable to tolerate his vilification, you counteracted his anger with the venom in your rancorous glare.

"How dare you talk about me like that!”

In the meantime, prying eyes started to turn in your direction from the commotion: teenage girls, sharing nervous glances across their table; a lone businessman, stopping mid-sip from his cappuccino; even the barista, pausing mid-grind such that her arm froze inches from the hopper.

"That man...doesn't he seem familiar?" a distant voice asked.

"Is he a celebrity or something?"

"No, wait. He's the person on the cover of last month's Fortune magazine. Naoya Zenin!" another replied.

"Isn't that lady his wife?"

While the onlookers' curious glances turned into full-on stares, their regard steeled your resolve rather than bothered you. Instead, you wanted the crowd to take in the spectacle. Corrupt tricks and dirty money had long painted the Zenin heir as 'the most perfect man in Japan,' and the public deserved to understand the fraudulence and cruelty that underlaid his facade.

"For months, I trusted you. I respected you. I put aside the harrowing loneliness weighing on my heart all because I tried to understand you. You told me that finding the time or energy for our marriage was not easy because board meetings kept you late in the office or business meetings required you to spend several nights abroad. Fine! So, I had been patient. But," and your voice overflowed from anger as you pointed a shaking finger at the pictures on the table, "Taking another woman to Michelin restaurants for dinners? Spending nights with her at Ritz-Carltons and Four Seasons? Going on entire vacations with her across the Pacific? All while you had a wife at home? Are you out of your fucking mind ?!"

The man's nose flared with deep-seated rage, his eyes mirroring the same bitterness in yours. "At the end of the day," he began sternly, "we're still married."

Ridiculous.

“On paper, ” you had to clarify. "Otherwise, you wouldn't be cheating on me with your older cousin's ex-wife."

Immediately, louder murmurs rippled through the crowd. Naoya turned stiff, uncomfortable with the attention. So much for selecting a quiet corner in the café. He wasn’t stupid enough to sense that he had to be careful. Saying one wrong phrase would condemn him to a public meltdown.

However, you were already steps ahead of him when you loudly declared: “I’m filing for a divorce.”

That caught him off guard.

Your announcement even drew audible astonishment from bystanders as they stopped their meals, turning to each other and drawing out their phones.

In literal milliseconds, the vexation once riddling Naoya's demeanor shifted into denial.

“No. We’re not going to talk about a fucking divorce right now. We’re going to fix what we have, and you’re going to come back to me. We’re...We're married for a reason, and we’re going to keep with it!”

"That's a bullshit reason,” you had to snap. “Listen to yourself. Do you hear how selfish you sound!?" At this point, nothing could hide your bafflement. "Naoya, you were the one who said that if I wanted to leave this marriage badly, then I should leave. Ask Mai and Maki! They heard the entire conversation. Didn't you also say that you didn't give a fuck anymore?"

The man attempted to salvage some semblance of control. "I was just joking!"

"No, you were not." Picking up a photo of Naoya and Mari together, you pressed the picture to his face. “How much more can I take? How many days would I still have to go through alone in the penthouse, all because you would be spending your sweet time with the woman that you love?”

Unloading all this emotional baggage, not only for Naoya Zenin but also for the café spectators to hear, took courage. Previously, you would have let the burden gnaw at your soul. You would have rather wallowed in suffering rather than even think about speaking up.

But the past was the past, and you had grown immensely since then. Currently, you were stronger, more confident. You knew that, in Toji's words, you deserved better. Life was too beautiful to waste on a man who did not love or respect you and, with that in mind, you relaxed your clenched fists with an exhausted and fatigued sigh.

You broke me first, you said through a deserted gaze.

Naoya Zenin was the reason why you had become the way you were: a cold, seemingly heartless wife who cared none for her husband. The misery that he placed on your shoulders finally reached its limit, and while you could forgive, forgetting the memories in your scarred heart would be a task over months, years, and even a lifetime.

“Listen,” you began, tone terse, “this divorce will set you free. Mari is the person whom you need—”

“The hell. No!” the man interrupted in a violent outburst, taking your breath away as he slammed the table and hissed. “I don't give a damn about her right now! We’re…We’re over!" he snarled with incredible anger such that he almost appeared to growl. "I don’t need her, I need you! That...That whore doesn't give a flying fuck about my shit! All she cares about is...is...Fuck this. All she wants is the money. Why else do you think she married and then later divorced Toji? She doesn't want to hear about all the shit in my family because she had not been brought up to deal with all the fuckin' drama in my household. She can't understand because, unlike you, she wasn't born with a silver spoon shoved down her goddamn throat!"

Quietly, you absorbed his words, stunned.

So this was how their relationship had been.

You had not expected him to reveal all these entrenched feelings willingly, but his concoction between reckless rage and sheer desperation had allowed him to spill the ugly side of this extramarital affair. Naoya could not afford to lose you, and not just because this marriage solidified the respect of those around him. While Mari offered him an outlet for physical indulgence, only you could offer the cornerstone to Naoya's mental and social fortitude.

“So you ‘need’ me now, but what happens when you find another reason to hate me again? What will you do if you don’t think I can fulfill the role you want me to have as your partner? Or if you wake up one day and suddenly want your cousin’s ex-wife again? Or if you meet another woman? Am I supposed to stand there again, and watch this all happen?"

No answer.

The fact that he couldn't respond hurt.

"My decision is final. Looking back, I despised every single second married to you. In fact, I feel sorry for myself. The fact that I blindly put up with your manipulation, betrayal, and blame for all these months.” With your belongings collected, you prepared to leave. “You would be stupid to think you're the only one with options, you know.”

Only when you turned around did Naoya react, scrambling to his feet.

“What the fuck are you—”

In any other situation, he would have grabbed you, lunged at you, did everything in his power to stop you from going. Yet, given all the witnesses, all he could do was call you back like a helpless child, trying his best to not escalate the scene (although, at this point, even passerbys outside have stopped by the window to spectate).

"Hey!" Naoya called after you. “Hey! I’m still talking with you!”

Pathetic, really, to see him desperately beg for you to stay in his life.

There was a certain satisfaction in finally having the control at your fingertips. The feeling was empowering—electrifying, even—and you became so focused on the gratification that you barely registered Naoya's last question.

“Where are you going?”

At this point, you already stood by the exit.

“That’s not something that my soon-to-be ex-husband would need to know,” and you hardly gave him another glance as the door closed behind you. “Thank you for showing me everything I hope to never find in another man again."

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Roger's* 2024 Comic Con Schedule

Interested in knowing if Roger is coming to your city or town? Check the listings below. Updated as new info becomes available.

If you've been waiting for the opportunity to meet Roger & The Gang, or you would like to meet him/them again, feel free to bookmark ("Like" 😉) this post if you want to keep up with Roger's Comic Con appearances. I will update and reblog this list as soon as new info becomes available.

Alternatively, you can always keep tabs on Roger's social media for the latest dates.

*This is listing is not limited to just Roger, it will also include any other cast members attending a specific Con.

⭐ LAST UPDATED: October 01, 2024 ⭐

JAN 07 - Added: Fanboy Expo

JAN 25 - Added: FANEXPO Cleveland

JAN 31 - Added: RetroGameCon

MAR 04 - Added: Fanboy Expo Orlando

MAR 06 - Added: Washington Gaming Expo

APR 10 - Added: Florida Supercon

APR 21 - Added: Stellar Con York

APR 22 - Added: Sci-Fi Valley Con

MAY 04 - Added: Fanboy Expo Orlando (Alex, Roger)

MAY 04 - Added: WonderFest 2024

MAY 07 - Added: Rob to Sci-Fi Valley Con

MAY 15 - Added: New York Comic Con

JUL 02 - Added: Brasil Game Show

JUL 26 - Added: Pittsburgh Gaming Expo (Roger)

JUL 28 - Added: Pittsburgh Gaming Expo (Benjamin)

AUG 06 - Added: FanEXPO San Francisco (Rob)

AUG 11 - Added: Soda City Comic Con (Roger)

AUG 26 - Added: Rhode Island Comic Con (Alex)

AUG 31 - Added: Comic Con North East (Roger, Rob)

OCT 01 - Added: Rhode Island Comic Con (Benjamin, Roger, Rob)

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🌟🌟 Animate! Raleigh 🌟🌟

Dates: January 5-7, 2024 City: Raleigh, North Carolina Venue: Raleigh Convention Center 500 S Salisbury St. Raleigh, NC 27601 Confirmed attendees: Roger, Benjamin, Peter Cancellations: Rob

🌟🌟 Fanboy Anime Toy Gaming Knoxville 🌟🌟

Dates: March 9-10, 2024 City: Knoxville, TN Venue: The Knoxville Convention Center 701 Henley Street Knoxville, Tennessee 37902 Confirmed attendees: Roger, Rob

🌟🌟 GameOn Expo 🌟🌟

Dates: March 15-17, 2024 City: Phoenix, Arizona Venue: Phoenix Convention Center - North Building 100 N 3rd St. Phoenix, AZ 85004 Confirmed attendees: Roger & Rob

🌟🌟 Washington State Gaming Expo 🌟🌟

Dates: March 29-31, 2024 City: Puyallup, Washington Venue: Washington State Fair and Events Center 110 9th Ave SW Puyallup, WA 98371-6811 Confirmed attendees: Roger & Rob

🌟🌟 FANEXPO Cleveland 🌟🌟

Dates: April 12-14, 2024 City: Cleveland, Ohio Venue: Huntington Convention Center of Cleveland 300 Lakeside Ave E Cleveland, Ohio 44113 Confirmed attendees: Roger and Rob

🌟🌟 PopCon Indy 🌟🌟

Dates: April 26-28, 2024 City: Indianapolis, Indiana Venue: Indiana Convention Center 100 South Capitol Ave. Indianapolis, IN 46225 Confirmed attendees: Roger and Rob

🌟🌟 WonderFest 2024 🌟🌟

Dates: June 1-2, 2024 City: Louisville, KY Venue: Crowne Plaza Louisville Airport Hotel 830 Phillips Lane Louisville, KY 40209. Confirmed attendees: Rob

🌟🌟 Sci-Fi Valley Con 🌟🌟

Dates: June 7-9, 2024 City: Altoona, PA Venue: Blair Country Convention Center One Convention Center Drive 100 South Capitol Ave. Altoona, PA 16602 Confirmed attendees: Roger and Rob

🌟🌟 Stellar Con York 🌟🌟

Dates: June 15, 2024 City: York, Pennsylvania Venue: York Fairgrounds 334 Carlisle Ave York, Pennsylvania 17404 Confirmed attendees: Roger

🌟🌟 Black Hills Redemption 🌟🌟

Dates: June 21st - 23rd, 2024 City: Deadwood, South Dakota Venue: The entire town of Deadwood Panel will be held at: Homestake Opera House Meet & greet sessions: Saloon No. 10 Confirmed attendees: Rob, Steve, Benjamin, Robert Bogue, Mick, Peter, Alex, Jim Santangeli, Howard Pinhasik, Kaili, Meeya, Jim Pirri, Curzon, Roger, Samantha, Jo, Gabriel, Penny O'Brien, John Hickok, Sophia Marzocchi Cancellations: Gabriel

🌟🌟 Florida Supercon 🌟🌟

Dates: July 12 - 14, 2024 City: Miami Beach, Florida Venue: Miami Beach Convention Center 1901 Convention Center Drive Miami Beach, FL 33139 Confirmed attendees: Roger and Rob

🌟🌟 Comic Con Wales 🌟🌟

Dates: August 10-11, 2024 City: New Port, South Wales Venue: International Convention Centre Wales Coldra Woods Newport South Wales NP18 1HQ United Kingdom Confirmed attendees: Roger and Rob

🌟🌟 Soda City Comic Con 🌟🌟

Dates: August 24 & 25, 2024 City: Columbia, South Carolina Venue: Columbia Metropolitan Convention Center 1101 Lincoln Street Columbia, SC 29201 Confirmed attendees: Roger

🌟🌟 Fanboy Expo Orlando 🌟🌟

Dates: September 6-8, 2024 City: Orlando, Florida Venue: Orange County Convention Center - West Concourse 9800 International Drive Orlando, FL 32819 Confirmed attendees: Benjamin, Roger, Alex, Rob, Peter, Kaili

🌟🌟 Pittsburgh Gaming Expo 🌟🌟

Dates: October 4-6, 2024 City: Monroeville, Pennsylvania Venue: Monroeville Convention and Events Center 209 Mall Plaza Blvd Monroeville, PA 15146 Confirmed attendees: Roger, Benjamin

🌟🌟 Brasil Game Show 🌟🌟

Dates: October 09-13, 2024 (10th and 11th only for Roger) City: Sao Paulo, Brazil Venue: Expo Center Norte Rua José Bernardo Pinto, 333 Vila Guilherme São Paulo - SP 02055-000 Brasil Confirmed attendees: Roger

🌟🌟 RetroGameCon 🌟🌟

Dates: October 11-13, 2024 City: Syracuse, New York Venue: The Oncenter Convention Center 800 South State Street Syracuse, NY 13202 Confirmed attendees: Roger and Rob

🌟🌟 New York Comic Con 🌟🌟

Dates: October 17-20, 2024 City: New York City, New York Venue: The Jacob Javits Convention Center 429 11th Avenue New York, NY 10001 Confirmed attendees: Roger, Rob, Benjamin, Peter, Alex, Kaili, Meeya, Mick, Curzon, Noshir, Robert Bogue, Gabriel

🌟🌟 Comic Con North East 🌟🌟

Dates: October 26-27, 2024 City: Newcastle upon Type Venue: Utilita Arena Newcastle Arena Way Newcastle upon Tyne Tyne & Wear NE4 7NA, UK Confirmed attendees: Roger and Rob

🌟🌟 Rhode Island Comic Con 🌟🌟

Dates: November 1-3, 2024 City: Providence, Rhode Island Venue: Rhode Island Convention Center & Amica Mutual Pavilion 1 Sabin Street Providence, RI 02903 Confirmed attendees: Alex, Benjamin, Rob, Roger

🌟🌟 FanEXPO San Francisco 🌟🌟

Dates: November 29, 30, and December 1st, 2024 City: San Francisco, California Venue: Moscone Center West 800 Howard Street San Francisco, CA 94103 Confirmed attendees: Rob

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Stardew Valley Fanfiction: Life is Changed - CHAPTER 1: THE CHANGE

Update 28/02/25: My fic is now on ao3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/63458791/chapters/162600391 OP: a/n: To whomever it may concern - Hello! This is a Stardew Valley fanfiction. It is the first fanfiction I've ever posted and the first long writing project I've had in a while - yet, I've got ideas that need to make it out or they will make me explode and that won't be good. Won't tell you too much about the fic other than the fact it will be aimed to be a Mr Qi x Female Reader fic at its essence, however, other storylines and romantic endeavours will be intertwined and it will not be a perfectly streamlined story. Warnings may include crime investigations, violence, romantic and sexual content, although not very explicit, and altogether it's an 18+ fic, so please be advised if you are under 18! The Reader in this fic will be named Cara Reader. I am not a fan of the Y/N trope, and there aren't many identified features of the character, other than her gender (female) and maybe the fact her hair is long enough to be tied back? Everything else is pretty ambiguous. The inspiration for this name is listed below. Also, the way I imagine Mr Qi while I'm writing this is something like how taterdraws (on Tumblr), ozzyeelz (on Tumblr), or lilli! (on Twitter) draw him. You are obviously free to imagine him however you like, but I feel like this is good context! I would also like to say I have been very inspired by certain works of writing and fiction, some of which Wild Nowhere by prismwizard (found on ao3, incredible SDV murder mystery), the Life is Strange franchise and general vibe of the games, especially the first game (you will find some references but there won't be a crossover), the Attack on Titan fanfiction To Sing a Song of Steel by CaptainDegenerate (found on ao3, the best Levi x Reader fanfiction that I've ever read) (this is where I got the main character name Cara Reader from), and other tiny ones which you might recognise. I have tried not to copy anyone without credit, but if I've made a mistake in that regard, please do not hesitate to let me know! If you are still here, then I hope you enjoy the read!

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Chapter 1: The Change

The lights came in hazily, slowly piercing through the darkness she was swimming in. Beautiful white glow, and somewhere she found it familiar, safe. Softly, gently, it illuminated the world around her as her eyes struggled to focus, revealing blurry shapes and casting deep shadows on the walls – The room, must be. She felt arms underneath her body, and her legs dangling heavily with the movement, and a familiar scent. She saw the shine of purple hairs in the corner of her vision, and she thought how beautiful it was. He was beautiful. She closed her eyes again.

When the pounding of her head appeared, it was the second time she woke. The room was smaller, darker. Unsafe. She could not move. Not me, she thought, struggling against the straps around her wrists and fighting a new wave of pain that seemed to consume her entire mind. Please, not me. Fighting, too, to open her eyes and look around and see. Amongst the blurriness and haze, behind the white light of a spotlight right above her head, were the unmistakable red lights of a hundred surveillance cameras.

A door opened.

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The misty autumn morning brought a sweet smell to the valley, of wet earth and rotting red leaves and fresh cold air. Orange and bright, the sun cast its glow over grass and flowers and crops, and penetrated the dew with dancing rays or fire. The sky was a clear blue, bringing a crispness to the seemingly warm sight, letting the cold wind roam freely and cheerfully. It was Cara’s favourite weather, if a little bittersweet. The few good days during that part of the year were too short and too few, and it made her wonder how many more she would see before they truly ended. The inability to enjoy something for fear of losing it.

The farmer cracked open the tiny window of her kitchen and inhaled the scent, savouring it for a moment before turning on the coffee machine. She delighted in the view of the fresh pumpkins for a moment, still a little young for picking, but promising a good harvest, then made her way to the fridge. It had been almost exactly a year ago when she acquired it, and she was happy to be able to cook and store food in something other than makeshift wooden chests. She was happy about a lot of things recently.

As the coffee smell began to swim around her, Cara thought about the upcoming winter and the plans that had begun to hatch in her head. She got up and grabbed the cup, took a sip. Delicious. Today was important.

By the time she arrived in the town square, it was already warmer, the mist – gone, and the fiery leaves rustling gently with the breeze, once in a while dropping one slowly to the ground where it would soon darken and wither. She knew the winter chill would reappear in the evening and tomorrow morning, and then more and more often until it took over mercilessly, but for now, it was still a soft hint. Cara made her way towards the shop.

“Pierre!” her voice rang through the space. Pierre looked rough. His eyebags were his face’s most prominent feature today.

“Cara,” he yawned, “good morning.”

“Stayed up late for Marnie’s birthday, huh?” the farmer made her way to the register, taking her straw hat off. Lovely memory of winning the Egg Festival egg hunt, although, she thought distantly, it was probably wiser to leave it to the kids – and Abigail – next year.

Pierre’s weary gaze landed on her face and he sighed, “Don’t ask. Pam made us all drink shots after you left.”

“Looks like I missed the best part,” Cara smirked awkwardly. It was her who had brought the potent potato juice, and the smell still made her gag. As long as they liked it. “Have you still got any of that frozen melon from the summer? I’ve made all of mine into wine.”

“I believe I do,” the man slid his elbows off the counter with a grunt. Cara just stood beside the register and looked at him as he made his way to the closet freezer. He was a curious guy, a shop owner who did not show much different of himself than a regular family guy, yet there were moments – like this – where he did not look to be so straightforward. Not the drinking or the staying up late, no, there was something else that showed when he was tired. And it did now, when Caroline walked into the shop from the back door. Pierre glanced at her with hatred, concealed only to the untrained eye, as he was coming back with a bag of frozen melon.

“Morning, Cara!” the green-haired woman chirped. She was wearing a long flowy blue skirt and a knit sweater that matched her black boots. An autumn attire with a hint of summer remnants. She remained ignorant to her husband’s fleeting show of disdain, not even looking at him.

“Hey, Caroline. How are you and Abby doing?”

“She’s still asleep in her room, and I’m on the way to Robin’s. Apparently,” she glanced at Pierre with playful annoyance, “someone still hasn’t fixed our broken cupboard. So I’ll have to employ a real carpenter.”

Her husband remained silent, although Cara did see him prepare to say something when his mouth opened, but his jaw soon clenched and he managed a strained smile. The farmer chuckled uncomfortably.

“I’m sure she’ll make a quick job out of it. Thanks, Pierre.” She handed him a few gold coins. “I’m going to visit Haley. Actually, I’m kind of late, so I’ll leave you two to it.”

“Oh, Cara,” Caroline stopped the farmer at the door, “I almost forgot! Abigail wanted to talk to you about something. Said she’d be at the saloon later.” Cara nodded.

“I’ll meet her there in the evening then.”

“And tell her to come home earlier tonight,” Pierre added from the counter, raising his voice so it would reach her. It was hoarse. “No more walking around that tower, especially so late.” Cara nodded, again, unsure how else to answer.

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Some days, she was happy to chat to people as she made her way around town, either heading to the beach or the mines, or to someone’s house to give a thoughtful gift before getting back to work. At first, she found it difficult, scary, even. People were cordial to her initially, well, most of them anyway. She managed to hide the fact she took offense when some of them were downright rude, and she suppressed the painful urge to leave and start over somewhere, anywhere else. If she was not fitting in where her grandfather had for so many years, then where would she? Then slowly, surely, she found more of them were treating her as an equal. That the nice ones were now acting like she was one of them, and the not-so-nice ones were… nice.

By the end of the first year, when the Feast of The Winter Star came along, she was chatting to almost everyone almost naturally, almost as if she had always belonged there. She remembered that day clearly, and she kept that memory close to her heart. It was freezing cold, a dastardly winter chill she could only battle with the warmth of the cherry wine she had made her first ever batch with. Gus was laughing, I knew you had it in you!

She had really hoped the beautiful blonde from the house on Willow Lane would like her gift. Cara had shivered when she read the name in Lewis’s letter, stating she was her secret giftee. By far, Haley had been the coldest, even colder and ruder than Shane, who had, by that time, become one of Cara’s closest friends in town. It had seemed that, no matter what, the girl would not give her an edge, being ever-distant, ever-unapproachable. Yet, there was one thing she’d said, she let it slip just once, almost accidentally, and it had been enough for Cara.

Luckily, the farmer had kept a few coconuts from her one trip to the desert on a boiling summer day. Once she’d fixed the bus, Cara had vowed to explore it, yet she never really found the time. Besides, she disliked the heat, the weird creepy cave, and she’d found the guy in the back of the desert shop suspicious. Like there was some secret club she was better off not knowing about.

So on the day of the Feast, Cara put them all in a box – all five coconuts – and tied it with a pink ribbon, to match Haley’s pink lipstick. She didn’t know why she thought about that, but she did, and it made her blush.

Was it you?!, the blonde had exclaimed at the end of the evening, when everyone was opening presents, when happy chatter surrounded them and the warmth of the bonfire dulled the cold winter bite. The kids were admiring their new toys, and the young adults sitting at the nearby table were laughing at a shared joke, but that had all been a background blur, giving way to the smile on Haley’s face that gave Cara butterflies.

You said you liked them, and…

I can’t believe you remembered, I said that so long ago, the blonde had laughed, melodically, like a thousand little bells.

Well, you never really say many nice things, so I aim to remember them. A frosty breeze blew over to shake the lively flames. The farmer had cursed herself for having so much wine.

I know… I’m sorry. I didn’t know if you even cared to know me.

I would love to, you know. I know that you’re nice, deep down. Very deep.

Hey! You need to learn to take a little banter, or we can’t be friends!

They’d laughed, together. Deal.

Since the Feast, things had moved well, and soon friendly meetings turned into something else. Haley grew warmer, and Cara learned to like the heat. She had told her, one day, as they sat on the beach in their bikini after a summer swim, relishing in the sunset, I've never been to the forest, you know. It might be interesting to explore it someday. CLICK!

Haley!

Sorry! I know you don’t like photos, but you do look lovely in the golden hour. So, what do you say?

So they’d spent the night in the forest by the lake, in Emily’s tent, listening to the chirping crickets and the mysterious noises that only occurred in the valley, until they’d melted together into the darkness, into hushed whispers and gentle moans, moving slowly, very slowly…

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Now, however, Cara needed to hurry. She did not want to keep Haley waiting, and she was glad there was no one around to stop her to talk. They were making pink cake, it needed to be soon, as the blonde was not one for patience. Cara liked that about her.

The farmer approached 2 Willow Lane, tentatively at first, then walked up the steps to the door confidently. There was always a little nervousness when meeting someone like Haley, and Cara still struggled sometimes to keep up with what it meant to be with her. They weren’t “dating”, nor were they in a proper “relationship”, yet it felt like it was something special. Something more ethereal, more timeless, and unlabelable. At least she liked to think so. Cara knocked the secret knock.

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“Hey, Emily. It’s Cara. I know you’re at work right now… you’re the only one who has a mobile phone in this whole town!” Cara laughed a shallow laugh, then cleared her throat and paused. “Maybe Haley went to the city or something… I mean, if she did, could you let me know? She’s not answering your landline. Anyway, thanks.” A pause. “Listen, if you see her, please tell her she should let me know about these things. I mean… I… I left her a message already. Not trying to be dramatic. Sorry. Call me back, please, when you can.”

The evening chill had already crept through the valley like a serpent, distinctly different from the fresh cold of the autumn morning. It felt darker, almost sinister, the way it signified the end of another, even shorter day. The sandy-yellow wheat rocked gently in the sunset, the fences cast a long shadow, and it was lonely, the animals had all gone inside. Lonely, and darker still.

Cara sat on one of the two armchairs she had wheeled into her living room the day Robin had finished the farmhouse kitchen expansion. It was only last month. There, now you’ll have the space for guests… and girlfriends, the carpenter had winked, evoking a blush and a seemingly annoyed sigh.

Is everyone in town aware of our relationship? Don’t you have anything better to do? Yet she could not contain her smile.

Honey, Emily told us you asked her to move in. It’s the closest we’ve got to town gossip right now!

Cara had grunted and slid her hands over her face, pulling at her cheeks dramatically. It’s more of a roommate kind of situation, we’re not dating!

But it’s pretty damn close, isn’t it?

The farmer hung up the phone slowly, as if waiting for Emily to speak back any second. She was at work, of course, in the saloon. The same place Cara was planning to go. As the clock struck six in the afternoon, the farmer wondered if she really should. She had, after all, looked everywhere else, and she thought she should ask Emily in person instead.

Maybe she forgot and really went shopping, Cara thought, not without annoyance, but also… not without worry. Wouldn’t she tell me?

When Haley had not answered and the door had not opened, Cara had stood blank-faced at the steps for a long excruciating minute, thinking. Maybe she had made a mistake, gone to wait somewhere else, forgotten about the cake altogether. It was no issue. They could eat the half-defrosted melon and laugh about it. The beach maybe? The forest lake?

Miss Cara! their voices had echoed synchronised in their distinct childish excitement as Jas and Vincent came running over to her. She had hugged them both, absentminded, confused.

Cara? Penny had approached, following the kids, with a confused, or maybe worried, frown. Cara had thought about how impossibly red her hair had been. Are you waiting for Haley?

Yeah, she’d managed a smile, and the kids had stepped back towards Penny, happy with another successful social interaction. It would have been charming under different circumstances. She’s… I think she’s waiting for me somewhere else. Sorry, I must look like an idiot, the farmer had laughed, maybe a bit too loudly.

Ah, the frown had been replaced by a look of sympathy. It had been annoying. Well, if it helps, I think she went towards the beach this morning. Quite a bit earlier, though. Penny had fallen quiet for a moment. The beach. Cara had thought she must have gone for an early morning walk, maybe even a swim. In the cold autumn water. She disliked the cold. I was just outside the trailer at the time. Maybe she’s still there?

She had not been. Willy had not seen her either, Though, to be frank, I slept in like a bear today. It didn’t matter.

And Cara had gone to the forest lake. Around the lake, searching. She would have liked to come across someone else, someone who might have seen Haley, but all she saw was the cabin mouse. Me not seen the blondie. Hats?

It had been a long day of walking, Cara just realised, feeling her legs weigh her down to the chair, like two limbs made of lead. She had walked up to the mountains, spoken to Robin and Maru, and even the two old men in the Adventurers’ Guild. You know how she is, Shane had told her down by the closed ice cream stand today. Always shopping.

Then why not tell me?

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The bell let out a muffled ring as Cara walked through the door of the saloon. It was less lively today, after last night’s misadventures. Glasses clinked as Gus arranged them on the shelves, mixing with the quiet music flowing from the jukebox. Some sort of country. Pam and Willy’s chatter, ever persistent, almost drowned out the sound of pool balls knocking against each other and the quiet voices of the players commenting on each other’s shots. Cara made a mental note to approach Abigail later. As promised, Shane was waiting for her at his usual spot by the bar, drinking a pale beer from a glass tankard.

“Hey,” he greeted as the farmer approached him. He looked fresh, somehow. This must have been his first beer of the night. “Want to do it now?”

“Yeah, I’ll ask her now.” Cara stopped to look at Emily, who was cleaning the far side of the bar, a gentle smile plastered on her face. It was usually endearing. “I’m worried, Shane. What if she left because…” she trailed off, a memory flashing before her eyes.

“She didn’t. I’m telling you, Cara,” he insisted, leaving his beer on the bar, wordlessly showing he was paying attention to his friend, “ask Emily, you’ll see she just went to the city. Probably forgot to tell you or something.”

The blue-haired girl made her way to their side of the bar instead, beaming. Her red lipstick sharply contrasted her white teeth, but went well with the red of her dress. Cara turned to her, almost fearfully.

“Hey folks,” Emily leaned on the bar counter. “How’s it going?”

“Emily…”

“Where’s Haley?” Shane cut in, sharply and unceremoniously, earning a glare from Cara.

“Look,” the farmer continued, gently, looking back at the bartender, “I left you a message. I just want to know…” she inhaled shakily. She thought she was about to cry, but no, not yet. “Did she not tell me she was going because… Does she want more distance? Does she not want to move in?” Cara was quieter now, almost whispering. “She always tells me when she goes to the city. Please, if I’ve wronged her…”

“Cara,” Emily looked at her wide-eyed, confused, and took her hand, holding it on the counter. “I thought she was with you today.”

Cara pulled her hand back, grounded by the shock. “What?”

“Wait,” Shane interjected, “she didn’t tell you where she was going?”

“Going?” Emily’s eyes darted between the two of them. “I only knew about your date today, Cara.” Cara winced. Haley didn’t like to call them dates. As if it mattered now. “I didn’t see her in the morning, or in the afternoon… I haven’t seen her all day, I thought she was with you.”

“No, I…” A pang of worry pierced through her chest. Her feet went cold. “I didn’t…”

“Look, Emily, you would know if she left, so just spit it out.” Shane was yelling now. Pairs of eyes started to turn to them, glowing in the corner of her vision. Like hundreds of bats. Distantly, Cara could feel Abigail move closer with concern. The worst could not be true, yet it was. She was seeing through tears now, just barely.

Through the blur of the next few hours, she could remember a few distinct points. Yelling. The mayor. Disbelief.

She has to be in the city.

Doesn’t she have a mobile?

Did you check the beach?

She didn’t sleep. Morning mist. The police. Detective Madsen.

She hasn’t come home…

Cara, please, tell us everything you know.

The beach has been closed off. Penny said…

Please call us if there’s anything you need.

The weeks had passed. How many?

More posters? The whole town is covered…

Have you had anything to eat today?

She probably left this boring fucking town. Yoba knows I would. Oh. I… I’m sorry, Cara.

I’m afraid there’s nothing else we can do.

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It was Winter 25th again. Stone-white clouds covering the sky like a blanket had become a permanent fixture over the valley, and frozen snow piled on the ground like a sea of ice. After all the chaos, it was quiet, eerily, as if someone had flipped a switch, and every little noise was absorbed by the very air, every movement damped. The stagnation after the storm.

For more than a month now it had been a near-constant repeating cycle of questions, interrogations, searching, and then… quiet. Every person in the valley had been under the bright white light in the community centre office, now turned into a kind of a police station for the lack of a real one. Not that anyone thought they would need it, though. Nothing like this ever happened here.

But when it did, when Haley disappeared without a trace, without a word, the police force from Zuzu City was the tiny town’s only hope. The middle-aged detective in a grey suit and a greying beard had almost become a resident for a while. Only, when his investigations yielded no tangible evidence, and hushed whispers around town became the only theories, he left. There was nothing else they could do.

It is my understanding you and Ms Williams were close.

You could say that, I guess.

Did she tell you anything suspicious. Anything like… a desire to leave the town, or any suicidal thoughts?

Suicidal? Cara’s cheeks had reddened violently with the anger building up inside her chest. Haley loved- loves life. She’s always eager to… absorb the world around her. And she loves the valley. God, just look at her pictures! It had been the third time she had spoken to detective Madsen. It was getting exhausting. She wouldn’t leave just like that. Not without a word, or… without me.

Had you ever discussed leaving together? It’s not uncommon, for a young woman to want to leave a small town. The man was serious, as always, his expression unreadable. She knew he was here out of his own will. Why would he bother asking the same questions over and over again? Was this some sort of interrogation strategy? Cara had sighed then.

I told you. She mentioned that “maybe one day” we could. It was nothing tangible. I’ve got the farm, and she’s got Emily, and… Oh, poor Emily. She has no dreams about the city. That I know of.

The man had nodded. The questioning had ended. No new leads.

Slowly, surely, the townspeople had settled on the most hopeful idea – that Haley left because, well, why wouldn’t she? There were no prospects, no life here for someone like her. She was- is beautiful, talented. Her place was in the city. Cara wanted to think so, too. Haley’s wallet and documents were missing. Maybe it made sense. Why wouldn’t she tell me? Yet why didn’t she tell her?

The morning light was disturbing, although dulled. Cara’s hair felt damp, cold. She hadn’t had the time to dry it the previous night, and it was too much work to light a fire. Everything was too much work nowadays.

She was awake, of course. Not that she could sleep much, but she had the tendency to wake up early every morning. With the investigation wrapped up, there was nothing she had to do today but lie in bed. It’s all she could muster, really. Somewhere in the distance, almost from another world, she could hear the footsteps of the mayor, delivering the post, penetrate the heavy winter silence, and she winced. Her letterbox must be overflowing. She supposed she should be thankful people write to check on her. It’s Emily they should worry about. Emily, who had not been to work in a month.

The knock on her front door shocked her eyes open. Seriously, Lewis? She thought people had decided to stop visiting already. Cara’s brows furrowed in annoyance and she buried her head under the unwashed duvet.

It was silent for a while, maybe half a minute. The knock sounded again. Cara thought they wouldn’t give up so soon, yes, but it was still irritating. She ignored it. The knock sounded again. Then again, louder this time. Just fucking leave!

“Cara… I’m coming in,” it was Marnie, and she did, indeed, come in. Forgot to lock the door again.

The woman’s boots echoed through the empty house, and Cara could hear her approaching. She was beside herself. In quiet anger, huffing, she managed to sit up in bed and put on the sweater sitting on her bedside table. She was zipping up her jeans by the time Marnie made it to the bedroom door, knocking. “Are you in there, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, just… give me a minute!” Cara hurried to the small bedroom mirror to assess the damage. Her hair was a mess, putting it mildly. Damn it. She put it up in a loose ponytail, gathering as many of the front strands as she could, and opened the door tentatively.

“Sorry, Marnie… I was still asleep. What’s up?”

“Yoba, child, look at you… You look like you haven’t slept in weeks!” The worried woman grabbed Cara’s hands and squeezed them lightly. “And you feel so cold! Have you been taking the medicine Harvey prescribed?”

“I… might have forgotten last night,” Cara mumbled. She had some sort of cold. No big deal.

“Cara, this is important, sweetheart! You cannot give up on yourself like this!” There she goes again, with her fucking therapy.

“Marnie, how…” she trailed off. She was way too tired for this. Marnie looked at her expectantly. “How are you not concerned? At all?” Cara pulled her hands away and stuffed them in her jeans pockets. She was scrambling for words, irritation piling up inside her. “Haley might be… And no one cares? Did we all really choose the most convenient option?” Her tone rose. “Give up and decide she just up and fucking left?” Crap, she thought, that’s why I shouldn’t talk to people.

Marnie was silent for a minute, concerned. She was a good person, and Cara’s attitude was unjustified, she knew. She sighed.

“I’m sorry, Marnie, I…”

“Look, child,” the woman cut in, gently, yet soundly. “I know it’s hard to accept. People have left town before-“

“Not without a trace.”

“My husband did.” Marnie’s face was stoic now, cold, her tone icy. It took Cara aback. “He left without a word, left most of his belongings here and took only the essentials. Then, one day,” she inhaled sharply, “he called me. He had travelled to another country, all alone, because, he said, he couldn’t bear it here anymore. I was relieved… hurt… desperate for him to come back.” Cara’s eyes fell to the ground, guilt and shame growing in her stomach like a concrete balloon. “I asked why he didn’t take me. Tell me. He said he had no choice.�� The room fell quiet. Cara could feel the walls closing in. After a few seconds, Marnie spoke again. “It was Lewis who helped me then. He comforted me, helped me throw out Paul’s things.” The woman leaned in, softly. “We will help you too.”

“I haven’t gotten any calls, Marnie,” Cara answered in a near-whisper. “Haley and I weren’t even… she didn’t even tell her own sister.”

“Maybe she will never call,” the woman said softly. “Some people make that choice. I think… I believe she is out there, living her life, too scared to call.”

How I fucking wish that were true. Cara’s eyes were tearing up now. It had been some time since her tears had run dry, seemed like she was ready to cry again. Pathetic.

“Please, Cara,” Marnie began again, gently grabbing her hands again, pulling them out of her pockets, “join us tonight. It won’t be the same for anyone,” she was looking right into her eyes, pleading, “but you need to come. It will do you good. It will do us all good.” The woman smiled sympathetically.

“I’ll try, Marnie,” Cara sniffled. She was too tired to bear the emotional toll of rejecting someone.

The woman smiled and rubbed Cara’s arms warmly. When she left, Cara sat back down on the bed for a few minutes. Just don’t think about it right now.

The farmer, if she could call herself that at this point, forced herself to walk to the kitchen. The windows were fogged up already just from Marnie walking about for a bit, and icy on the outside. Cara balled up a bit of fabric from her sweater in her fist and rubbed the window above the dirty kitchen sink. She only regarded it with a glance. At least I ate something warm yesterday. She looked out to the white landscape of the farm, at the brown pumpkins poking through the snow and the rotting fences. At least Shane was helping her with the animals. She could not have kept them alive without him.

Cara decided she wanted coffee. That was a good start. There were some coffee beans left in the machine, and she left the tap on for a few minutes to clear out the pipes and fill the water tank while she stared out at her near-abandoned farm. Then, it was a delight to have something warm in her hands. It didn’t even taste moldy.

She sat down on an armchair, and looked around the room. She hadn’t been able to throw out the other armchair yet, which sat lonely across her, mighty red. Haley hadn’t been her only guest, of course, people used to come over for tea. It was useless to hide, though, that she’d hoped the blonde girl would become its regular user. The thought sent a sharp pain through her chest, the farmer sipped at the coffee.

It hadn’t been that long yet, but it seemed that people had begun to fall back into their usual routines. Almost everyone. She hoped people were giving Emily and Alex the support they needed. They had spoken, the three of them, initially, eagerly helping with the investigation, looking through Haley’s room and walking around the places she used to go with metal detectors and brooms.

Emily broke first. She let the worst possibility take a hold of her mind, and it made her almost hysterical. Cara knew then that it was only a matter of time until everyone else gave up too. She was next, in fact. She didn’t break, no, she just… bent. She was embarrassed, ashamed, but when the numbness took over, she could not fight it anymore. She used to take Alex’s calls every day, listening to him about his daily trips to the beach in case… something… washed ashore. Or in case he found a clue in the sand. One day, they stopped too. It was Abigail who had told her he had left town to live in a rented apartment in Zuzu, leaving his grandparents behind to work at a fast food restaurant. He called sometimes, but they were devastated. At least they know where he is. That was the last straw for the farmer, and she finally retreated. Back into the old cold farmhouse, alone. Just don’t think about it right now.

She didn’t allow herself to admit it, but Marnie’s visit had brought a bit of life into her. She wondered if she had told that story to anyone else. Probably. It made her sad for Marnie.

Shaking her head to clear it, Cara let her mind focus on the upcoming Feast. She distantly thought about the fact there was probably someone she was expected to give a gift to, tonight. The thought made her head ache and her palms clammy, but there was something that pushed her to do it anyway. She couldn’t believe it – her Haley was missing, and she was thinking about a fucking feast. She shook her head again. Just don’t think about it. She was tired, so tired of being that way. Just for today.

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The boots felt heavy on her feet, the jacket smothering her with its unbearable thickness. It will only be a couple minutes. Inhaling, she turned the handle and opened the front door. Surprised, she realised someone, maybe Marnie, had cleared the steps of snow. Yes, it was probably dangerous to walk on when it was frozen. She felt embarrassed.

Slowly, carefully, she made her way to the letterbox beside her porch. Every step was both difficult and loud, an agonising crunch reaching the very depths of her head, mercilessly poking at her headache. She felt the screech of the metal deep in her teeth when she opened it, revealing tens of envelopes of different sizes, a couple of them blue. It was nice of Rasmodius to care, though he wasn’t very talkative.

Once back inside, Cara leaned against the door with a long exhale and kicked her boots off. The cold in her fingers was unbearable now, and a few letters dropped to the ground as she was stomping towards the living room table. She let them stay on the floor while she finally lit a fire in the red fireplace and stood in front of it with her arms extended, relishing in the warmth she hadn’t felt all winter. Her fingers began to tingle pleasantly. When they were back to life, she traced back and picked up the letters. One by one.

There was Abigail, checking up on her. Wishing her good luck. Asking about her health. Talking about the quartz she had found at the entrance of the mines. Cara remembered her first trip to the mines, before she reached the lower levels, when everything was wondrous and exciting. Now, it was all the same, and all boring.

There was Shane, writing about the animals. He had stopped coming over to the house when Cara had asked him to leave her alone. He had understood. He did his work silently, now.

There was Marnie, inviting her to come over. Cara supposed that invitation was cancelled once Marnie barged into her house earlier today. Uninvited. She couldn’t help but smile a bit. The warmth from the fireplace was doing its wonders.

Rasmodius, writing advice about spells that could help with mental wellbeing. A couple of amethyst shards. When had he become so invested?

Her parents, just one letter. Five hundred pieces of gold and kind regards. That was it. Cara didn’t mind.

Harvey. Evelyn. Gus. Caroline.

And there was Lewis, enclosing a thousand pieces of gold. He thanked her for her work in the investigation. There it was – her secret giftee was… Elliott. She supposed he was nice enough. Squid ink then, if my squids are still alive.

Cara suddenly felt tired. The warmth and the soft orange light had made the place cosier and she could feel her eyelids struggle against their weight. The last letter was still sitting on the table, untouched and, strangely, unlabeled. She felt a pang of annoyance at the people who had nothing better to do than send spam letters, coming through the valley in their ugly blue vans, desperately trying to gain customers from the valley ever since their Pelican Town shop was shut down. People rarely left the valley, and when they did, it wasn’t for something as trivial as JojaMart. Cara swallowed a lump in her throat. Just don’t think about it.

She had gotten this far. Her arm extended to grab the final letter and she turned it over in her hands. It was light, and the paper felt… quality. It was not like the spam she had previously received, but it was not from anyone in town, she knew, somehow. She almost felt bad tearing it open. Once her eyes landed on the peculiar handwriting, she squinted. It was beautiful, yet… eerie. She read it slowly, then quickly. Again and again. And every time, it made her more and more intrigued.

I see you've entered the Skull Cavern. Well done.

I've got a better challenge for you, kid. Make it at least 25 levels deep. I've got a mountain of $ to send if you can do it.

Your friend, Mr. Qi

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0:04 - Introduction 1:43 - Exploring Rivain (Rook needs to make friends with these women) 3:48 - Thinking about the difference between treasure-seeking and worship 14:28 - One of those definitely got stuck in Rook's hair 16:45 - Rivain puzzles 22:52 - I like that Taash aasked, Spite goes to the Necropolis one time! 28:33 - Taash's outing on the beach 48:40 - More exploring of Rivain 52:12 - More puzzles (last lever at 1:11:35) 1:20:30 - Back to the Lighthouse 1:21:54 - Taash's updated room 1:26:25 - 3-2-1 1:43:18 - Back to Dock Town with Taash and Neve 1:59:50 - Dock Town Formless One fight 2:04:50 - Dock Town puzzle struggles (solution 2:10:25) 2:17:14 - Demon hunting in Arlathan 2:22:35 - Venatori hunting in the Necropolis 2:31:00 - Playing with wisps 2:44:33 - Playing with wisps again 2:54:07 - The Necropolis makes doors difficult 2:55:26 - Myrna and Rook have communication difficulties 3:03:13 - To Arlathan Forest, fighting Nocturnix 3:13:50 - Halls of Valor (Armax reference at 3:34:52) 3:49:30 - Back to the Lighthouse 3:56:45 - 3-3-1 3:58:52 - Reviewing the companions' descriptions and having a sudden realization 4:03:40 - Continuing to explore the Crossroads 4:09:25 - Second portal to the past (thoughts at 4:18:35) 4:22:06 - He said her name, hmm 4:32:08 - Hossberg Wetlands 4:44:04 - Puzzles in the Wetlands 4:48:30 - Fighting the blight cyst (outcome at 5:02:25) 5:08:59 - Meeting the well 5:11:10 - There was an ogre in that wall 5:16:20 - Rook's first snow 5:18:07 - Returning to Antoine and Evka, reuniting with the First Warden 5:24:22 - Emmrich gets on board with the bonding

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# 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐘𝐎'𝐒, 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒 & 𝐀𝐔𝐬 🌸 。

━━ rules. about. verses. bonds.

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒 。

00. RENEWED SPRING COME BACK TO ME / MAIN VERSE.

follows the IN-GAME TIMELINE post inazuma arc with the slight difference that tomo never truly died in that duel.

using the fandom theory that they had been all along in the plane of euthymia, tomoya manages to come back two years later ( during sumeru's arc ) after an opening appeared in ei's plane thanks to the wanderer coming in contact with irminsul to remove himself from it.

having to readapt to society and retaking their role as a ronin, tomoya joins the crux from time to time to travel all around teyvat as they deal with the wounds and scars left behind by the war they once fought.

AGE. 28 years old ( natlan arc, updates with every nation release ).

AFFILIATIONS, ft. the crux. a partial member of beidou's crux. compared to kazuha, they only join in when they need a free ride to get somewhere or if the captain herself asks for their presence in certain circumstances.

USUAL LOCATIONS. Inazuma ( Inazuma city, Chinju forest, Yashiori island, Watatsumi island ), Liyue ( Minlin area, Chenyu Vale, Liyue city ), Sumeru ( Port ormos, Sumeru city ), Mondstadt ( Mondstadt city, Dornman port, Starfell Valey ).

01. TO DEFY DE STORM / VISION HUNT DECREE ARC.

set during THE VISION HUNT DECREE, a year or two prior to inazuma's arc. tomoya stands up against the raiden shogun's ideals and joins joins the cause, making them a wanted criminal seeked out by the shogun's army.

AGE. 23 - 25 years old.

AFFILIATIONS, ft watatsumi army. an ( un )official soldier. sometimes taking the role of a warrior in the frontlines, other times doing work in the shadows like bringing supplies to the island or taking care of the refugees.

02. BEFORE THUNDERSTORM THERE'S PEACE / PRE INAZUMA ARC.

at this point in time, tomoya travels freely from one island to another, from one nation to another, serving as a samurai with no settled home. in times of peace, trying to find themselves and figure out what fate has prepared for them, they meet a certain wandering samurai from the same nation and travel together for some time.

AGE. 23 years old.

03. & THE LIGHT STRIKES AGAIN / REVIVED AU.

their death was inevitable but getting a second chance wasn’t exactly on fate's plans. with the divine curative powers of the one and only, sangonomiya kokomi, tomoya's able to live for another day, for another week, and for another life-time.

they are alive, but at the cost of everything. tomo has forgotten about their past life, remembering only their name and the cat at their side, they have lost almost all their memories.

currently living in watatsumi island, tomoya works as a local fishermen in charge of the southern area.

with their memory loss comes their current inability to fight and be the ambitious warrior they were once. are they just the shell of what remains of the person who once was tomoya ? will they ever be the same ?

AGE. 28 years old ( natlan arc, updates with every nation release ).

VISION. visionless. has the shell of their past electro vision, sometimes they are able to reactivate it. for the time being they are trying to relearn their physical combat skills.

APPEARANCE. Tomo lets their hair grow out up to their chest, having it in half a ponytail.

AFFILIATIONS, ft watatsumi. their new home. they are in constant supervision by her excellency and considers the island the perfect place to start over.

04. & THE LIGHT STRIKES AGAIN / ARCHON AU.

left in the sacred sakura tree by their mother in an attempt to give them a better life, tomoya was taken and raised by the guuji of the grand narukami shrine. after seeing their ambitions and oustanding social and combat skills, being a clear representative of the inazuma society, guuji yae offers tomoya to raiden ei as the perfect vessel for the new public face of the raiden shogun.

although not a puppet, ei accepted the child, turned them into a divine being when they were 30 so they could take the role of the shogun while she meditated in the plane of euthymia to achieve eternity for herself.

since then tomoya was taught the responsibilities and tasks of an archon, as well as training their newly obtained skills - so when the moment came, they could officially become the new public face of the god of eternity - an electro archon born from the people, for the people.

little do the current inazuma citizens know that ei herself resides in the katana they wield and present herself as their advisor and mentor.

AGE. 100+ years old.

HEIGHT. 7'9'' in god form, usually 6'4'' when taking the form of a human for everyone's comfort.

VISION. holds the power of electro.

APPEARANCE. Tomo lets their hair grow out up to their waist, having it in half a ponytail.

AFFILIATIONS, ft yae miko. she's raiden ei's familiar, not theirs. tomoya doesn't see her as mother. . . at best, she would be similar to an aunt. they deeply respect her and thanks her for guiding them in life.

AFFILIATIONS, ft raiden ei. tomoya considers her their mentor. although they have a keen eye in battle, their ability isn't as good as hers just yet so she takes the major military decisions as they learn along the way. tomoya takes the public face while she's their shadow. she's that voice in their mind ( or well, sword ) guiding them and the nation to eternity. although they don't always agree with her ideals, both walk towards the same goal : protecting inazuma and their people.

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 。

AU. IN A GARDEN OF FLOWERS THERE'S ALWAYS ONE THAT NEEDS MORE LIGHT / MODERN.

set in modern japan. tomoya is a single parent to a little five years old girl called tama and a big brother to a ten - eleven years old girl called chihiro. currently they are the legal guardian of both and work hard to sustain their small family of three.

with the responsibility of taking care of two small children, tomoya left college and started working in a bar near their apartment, taking up to two jobs a day to get the money needed and come back home to assist the children. it's one busy life but it's worth it if that means those two are happy.

AGE. 20 years old ( when they got tama ), 25 - 26 years old ( currently ).

AFFILIATIONS, ft tama. their five years old daughter. the accidental product of a one night stand with a stranger back in college. tomo doesn't even remember the name or face of tama's mother and honestly, they couldn't care less about a mother that abandons her baby. she's just a little gal.

AFFILIATIONS, ft chihiro. their ten years old sister. after their parents died, tomo became her legal guardian and since then, they have been an inseparable duo. well, that's until the duo became a trio. now chihiro is not only a great sister but also the best auntie tama could ask for.

𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐋 𝐀𝐔𝐬。

AU. GOD'S PREY & DESTINY'S SLAVE / HSR 01.

after losing in a duel against the throne in their home-world ( teyvat ), tomoya is punished by the god of eternity and slashed with the musou no hitotachi. what they expected was the end of their story but instead became the start of a new one.

after receiving the strike, they wake up in a new and more advanced society; the xianzhou luofu. there they discovered the truth of the universe and learned that teyvat was only a world out of thousands.

desperate to get back home and finish what they started, tomoya travels all around the cosmos looking for their planet. it is in one altercation that they come across elio, the leader of the stellaron hunters, who not only saves their life but offers them a place as a stellaron hunter as fate dictates. a new place to belong to while searching for the planet they once considered their home.

it's now that they understand that one can't simpl mess with fate. ( yes, it's an isekai ).

AGE. 33 years old ( it's been eight years since they came to the xianzhou. . . ).

AFFILIATIONS, ft stellaron hunters. a rebel at heart had to join the most rebellious organization in the cosmos. they play along elio's script, mostly working in the shadows as the one that prepares the "stage" for the play, their past techniques as a ronin made them perfect for the job. tomoya is in good terms with all of the members but most times they tend to do solo missions focused on preparing the stage for the main actors of the story. in every place you see the stellaron hunters, tomoya was there beforehand to prepare the stage. for every play there's someone on the backstage making sure things are going just the way they should be .

APPEARANCE. it's been eight years since they left their home world yet they maintain the look of a samurai with a more modern take. they let their now half blond half gray locks grow to reach their waist as they held some of of it in half a ponytail ( similar to jing yuan ). they got more scars across their body, especially the one on their chest with the symbol of the musou no hitotachi. their looks are similar to the one of the general of the luofu. call it a coincidence or something far more interesting if you will.

PATH. Preservation.

COMBAT TYPE. Lightning.

CURSE. after the strike tomo's real body became ashes. what you will encounter is nothing more than the manifestation of a physical one, their essence and soul inhabiting a "body" made out of electro and abyssal energy. Although it feels and works like an actual real body, it's the fact that they can't die what sets them apart. Only will going back home give them the chance to rest in peace, a seek of the truth as well of an eternal rest. in a way, if as if they had become a seelie - they will only rest when finding their "right spot", their grave back home.

ABILITIES. despite the lack of a vision, they are able to manipulate electro at will. tomo's able to make copies of themselves, clones that can last up to three hours if the conditions are right. these clones will break if attacked violently and can only be a kilometer or two away from the real tomo ( from their soul ). tomo can manipulate these clones but their attacks will feel like a light electro shock. the one you should be wary off is the real tomo as the unlimited electro in their body mixed with their ronin abilities can truly turn into a real problem.

AU. MAY LIGHTNING GUIDE THE GENERAL. / HSR 02.

space inazuma where tomoya is the general and kokomi the master diviner. tomo's a long life specie native to their home planet. their job as general has made them participate in endless battles and wars, making them and acclaimed and well respected general that up to this day, still works along the master diviner to protect their land. more tba.

AGE. 500+ years old.

AFFILIATIONS, ft. the master diviner. their relationship is. . . complicated. co-workers that happen to live under the same roof, sometimes share a bed and who knows what else those two do together. despite kokomi trying so hard to get their role as general, they deeply care about one another in ways they rather keep between just the two of them.

APPEARANCE. imagine jing yuan but with some blonde strands of hair, violet eyes and a scar in the bridge of their nose.

PATH. The Hunt.

COMBAT TYPE. Lightning.

𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐔𝐬 。

AU. POKEMON TRAINER TOMOYA WANTS TO BATTLE ! / POKEMON.

Set in Sinnoh's feudal era ( pokemon legends arceus timeline ). A Kanto native wandering samurai that travels all around the world alongside their partner pokemon, Tama the eevee. Despite pokemon battles not being their main focus, they'll gladly accept any request - as well as any possible work offer that could take them to explore further in the wilderness.

AU. POKEMON MYSTERY DUNGEON.

Local Luxray comes to terrorize everything and everyone. more tba.

AU. LET'S DO IT ONE MORE TIME / SPIDER VERSE.

more tba.

#🌸 INFORMATION : VERSES - keep moving forward young hero.

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