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lonely-cowboy · 4 months

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beautifully human

pairing: connor (rk800) x f!reader

summary: after noticing the way connor looks at other androids, you worry that you may never have a chance with him. but what you don't know is that he has only ever had eyes for you.

word count: 2.9k

warnings: insecure reader, mentions of death (they literally talk about dying in an elevator) (spoiler alert: it doesn't happen), probably ooc connor, west coast dialect went a little too hard in the dialogue, some very specific physical descriptions that i also tried to keep as general as possible? you'll see what i mean ig

author's note: glad to report that this account is lowkey helping me get over my writer's block, so that's amazing for me. anyway. as usual, feel free to leave any critiques on how i can improve my writing, characterization, etc.! :)

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You hated that your investigation brought you to the Eden Club. You didn’t necessarily hate the Eden Club or its workers, but you hated that you had to go with Connor and Hank. It would’ve been embarrassing enough to go with just Hank, but adding Connor to the mix made you want to collapse to the ground and never move again. But you were a professional, so if you had to go with Connor and Hank then you could suck it up for a night. Hopefully.

The moment you stepped inside the club, you were filled with unease. Your stomach churned and your shoulders scrunched up high as if you were trying to hide from the world. To handle your discomfort, you turned cold and distant, observing everything and everyone with an icy glare. You trailed behind Hank and Connor as you scanned your surroundings, doing your very best to look at everything but Connor.

You couldn’t look at Connor in this place without being filled with a displaced sense of anger. You couldn’t help but wonder if he looked at these androids with infatuation or desire. Did he find them beautiful? Did he want them in the same way you wanted him? You knew they were stupid thoughts, but you couldn’t control them. Somehow, Connor had weaseled his way into your heart and refused to leave no matter how hard you tried.

Distracted by your foggy mind, you almost bumped right into Connor when he stopped to admire a Traci, his soft gaze exploring her body through the glass barrier. You watched as the Traci smiled gently at him, her hand reaching forward to touch the glass like she was trying to caress his cheek. Connor didn’t move to reciprocate her action, but he still appeared to be in awe. It only made your scowl deepen.

You hated that you were consumed by jealousy because you knew– deep down– that it stemmed from insecurity. This Traci was made to be beautiful. She was made to be desired and worshipped. In her limited clothing, there wasn’t much left to the imagination. Her body was the epitome of perfect with its soft curves and smooth skin. She was a perfect balance of sweet and charismatic. She was everything that you assumed a man wanted, and androids were no exception. From the way Connor looked at her, you were sure she was everything he wanted too.

You sighed in frustration before marching away as Hank called to Connor. You refused to let your jealousy– or anything you felt for Connor– get in the way of your investigation. But no matter how hard you tried, your mind was still drawn to him.

Maybe you had been too hopeful, but you really had thought that maybe– just maybe– Connor had felt something for you. Apparently, you were just far more delusional than you thought.

While Hank discussed the crime scene with Officer Miller, you stood to the side looking uncharacteristically cold. With your arms folded over your chest and a hard, almost bored look in your eye, it was clear that you weren’t particularly interested in talking to anyone. You assumed that would be obvious to everyone, androids included. And it seemed that it had been obvious, but that certainly didn’t stop Connor.

From the corner of your eye, you could see Connor watching you with a confused glint. His LED flashed yellow as he analyzed your body language, working to only make your blood boil. You knew there was no reason to be angry with him, so why did your anger persist? Why did you feel so unreasonably jealous? He was just a man, after all, nothing more.

Connor approached you with his hands clasped behind his back, standing beside you and following your cold gaze. He was silent for a moment, pleased to simply be in your presence even when you were acting so stony.

“You’re unusually quiet, Detective,” Connor observed. “This is not within your typical behavioral patterns. Are you feeling alright?”

“I’m fine,” you answered dismissively. “Don’t you have a body to analyze?”

Connor paused again, pursing his lips in a way that was so oddly human. In a gentle tone, he said, “Well… yes. But that’s usually something we do together.”

“Why?” you hissed, feeling suddenly riled now that Connor was talking to you. Why was he giving you this attention? Why was he acting like he cared about you? You knew he didn’t. At least, your clouded mind let you think he didn’t. “It’s not like you need my help. You can do everything on your own, I’m useless to you.”

Connor turned his body towards you fully, a deep crease settling between his brows. His LED continued to circle yellow as he studied you once again. That made you roll your eyes which seemed to be enough of a hint for Connor. With his LED still glowing yellow, he turned away without another word, allowing you to resume your wallowing in misery.

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You were still fuming as Hank drove you home. With Connor in the front seat, you were stuck in the back, glaring daggers into his back. How had such a clueless android managed to lure you in and make you jealous purely because he wasn’t interested in you?

As Connor jabbered on about something or other, you stared out the car window absentmindedly. You couldn’t help but imagine the Traci on the other side of the window, reaching out and smiling that perfect smile that made you never want to smile again.

You glanced at Connor as he fell silent. He turned to look out the window, making you cringe at the idea that he truly was thinking of the Traci. But you failed to notice his eyes transfixed on you through the side mirror, his gaze gentle and curious as he admired your stubborn look. He stared at you dreamily the rest of the car ride.

When you finally reached your apartment building, Hank had barely stopped the car before you were clambering out and slamming the door behind you.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you grumbled, having enough decency to give Hank a small wave.

As you trudged towards your apartment building, you froze at the sound of another car door opening and closing. You cursed under your breath, hesitant to turn for fear of whom you might find. As you glanced over your shoulder, you cursed again as your fear came true. Connor approached you with long strides, leaving behind a very confused-looking Hank.

“I’ll walk you to your apartment,” Connor offered innocently.

You stared at him blankly and muttered, “Connor, my building is right here. I just need to go up a few floors. I know how to use an elevator, I’ll manage just fine on my own.”

You turned and continued towards your building, not surprised when you heard Connor follow.

“The chances of an elevator-related death are one in 10.5 million,” Connor continued in that matter-of-fact tone that you usually found so endearing.

When Connor didn’t elaborate, you stopped and turned to him again with a raised brow. You waited for more, but it still didn’t come. Connor just stared at you pleasantly, drinking in your charmingly confused face.

“Okay…,” you said. “So like I said, I’ll be fine on my own.”

“But the chance of it happening is still possible, so it’s best if I escort you,” Connor continued. His grin widened as you rolled your eyes in acceptance. As an afterthought, he added, “Just in case.”

In silence, the two of you made your way up the elevator (where you did not, in fact, die) and to your apartment. You stood outside the door and turned to Connor, ready to send him away in the hopes that if you couldn’t see him then you wouldn’t be overwhelmed by images of him and that Traci. But you knew that wasn’t the case because even when he was long gone you would still think about how you couldn’t be enough for him. You weren’t pretty enough for such an angelic being like him, not when other beautifully crafted androids existed.

“May I come in?” Connor inquired before you could even open your mouth.

No.

You wanted to say no so desperately. You wanted him to leave. You wanted to bury yourself under your bed sheets and never see him again.

But he was still your friend, and you were still a decent enough person. It would be rude to reject him.

“Sure,” you replied softly, opening the door to allow the two of you in.

The moment you closed the door, Connor was already asking questions that you were not at all prepared for.

“You were upset today,” he noted. “Do you want to talk about how you feel?”

“I… what?” you stammered. “Since when are you a therapist android?”

“I’m not a therapist android, but as your companion, I care about your well-being,” Connor answered far too casually for your liking.

Companion? Well-being?

“Yeah, I doubt that,” you mumbled without thinking.

You were stupid to think Connor wouldn’t have heard you. With his sensitive hearing, he heard you loud and clear. Your comment made him tilt his head curiously and narrow his eyes.

“Why would I not care about you?” he asked, the genuine confusion in his voice making your resolve melt.

“That’s not… it’s just…,” you blabbered, throwing your hands up in exasperation as you struggled to find the right words. “I wouldn’t expect you to care about me the same way–”

You stopped abruptly, eyes wide as your mind finally caught up to your yapping mouth. You could not finish that sentence.

Connor’s eyes narrowed further at your sudden pause. He took a cautious step forward, then another. You knew that he had already noticed the way your heartbeat accelerated, your breath suddenly caught in your throat. “The same way… what?” he repeated, urging you to finish your sentence.

“It’s nothing, it’s stupid,” you dismissed.

Connor murmured your name as if he were scolding a child, raising a brow as a sign of encouragement to finish.

“Well… I wouldn’t expect you to care about me… the same way… the same way I care about you,” you said, the last part coming out far too hurried.

Maybe if you had just finished your sentence the first time you wouldn’t be in this situation. That was a perfectly normal thing to say to a friend, wasn’t it? Absolutely. Absolutely… But the way you had paused only made you look more suspicious. You knew Connor was smart enough to understand the suggestion of romantic feelings.

“How is it you feel about me?” Connor questioned.

“It doesn’t matter, you wouldn’t feel the same anyway,” you muttered, pushing past him to be anywhere that wasn’t near him.

Before you could get too far, Connor’s iron grip wrapped around your wrist and held you in place. You looked at him with offense, but he knew you meant nothing by it.

“It does matter, Detective,” he whispered lowly. “It matters to me.”

There was no going back now. Connor already got the hint that you cared for him more than you probably should. You might as well say it outright. That was better than being embarrassed and pretending nothing happened. Right?

“I like you, Connor,” you admitted, the words sounding childish in your mouth. “God, this is so embarrassing…”

Connor was silent for a long moment, making you wonder if he actually had figured it out. If he hadn’t… God, you would be mortified. Did he really not know, and you just willingly outed yourself to him?

You risked a peek at Connor to find him already looking at you with a small smile. His hand was still holding your wrist tightly, his skin comfortingly warm against your burning skin. The glint in his eyes made your brows furrow as heat rose to your cheeks.

“Why would you think I don’t care about you?” Connor asked, the quirk of his lips telling you that he found all of this somewhat amusing.

“I mean… yeah, I would think that you care about me. On some level. I’d assume…,” you prattled. “But as a friend, obviously. Connor, I’m not sure you understand what I mean when I say I like–”

“I understand perfectly well, Detective,” Connor interrupted. “So I’ll pose the question once again: why would you think I don’t care about you?”

The confusion was clear on your face. Tilting your head to the side, you turned your body to face Connor slightly, giving him the opportunity to lightly pull your wrist until you were completely facing him. Even when he had you standing where he wanted, he still didn’t let go of your wrist, though he loosened his grasp and held you lightly. You could feel his thumb rubbing along your inner wrist soothingly. Your knees felt weak, and you were sure you were going to collapse against him at any second. His touch was so loving that you almost believed he could feel the same way.

You nearly forgot Connor had asked you a question until he gave your arm a light squeeze that snapped you back to attention. He arched both eyebrows, watching you with that humorous glint.

“I just… Well…,” you faltered. You inhaled sharply, gathering your thoughts before you continued. “I just can’t understand how or why someone like you would be interested in someone like me when there are so many better options. Yeah, I guess… I guess that’s it. I don’t know…”

“Better options?” Connor repeated. The obvious confusion in his voice warmed your heart. It was as if he had never even considered that there could be better options.

“Well, yeah,” you shrugged. “I’m no android, Connor. I’m not… I’m not perfect. I’m not beautiful or stunning or gorgeous. I’m not like that girl you were looking at.”

There was another long pause as Connor struggled to process your words. His LED spiraled yellow as he questioned, “What girl?”

“The Traci,” you explained in exasperation, “at the Eden Club. It looked like you were practically in love with her, and I don’t blame you. She’s the definition of perfect. Not a single flaw in sight.”

“You think you’re flawed?” Connor asked immediately. That was his biggest takeaway?

“Yes, obviously, Connor! I am! And I just find it very hard to believe that someone as beautiful as you could be attracted to someone as… average as me,” you snapped, sounding harsher than you intended.

Connor released your wrist, and for a moment you worried that you scared him off. But then his warm hands were holding your cheeks, his thumbs now slowly running along your cheekbones. He stepped forward until his body was pressed against yours, leaning down until his forehead was nearly touching yours. His eyes latched onto yours, and for a moment, he just held your gaze in silence. He was reveling in the sight of you, so close to him that he could feel your sweet breath against his lips.

“It seems you don’t realize how beautiful you are,” he murmured. “Perhaps I’ll have to explain it to you.”

Connor paused again, searching your eyes for any effort to argue. But you were still so stunned by his sudden proximity that you had nothing to give. When he heard no contradiction, Connor smiled and continued on.

“Maybe you don’t think you’re perfect,” he started, “but I do. Everything you see as a flaw, I see as beautiful. It makes you you. It makes you so… human. And maybe you can’t understand because of it, but there’s something so pure about being human. Just being human makes you beautiful. But you… you’re different. You’re above them all.”

There was a strangely desperate look in Connor’s eyes like he was pleading with you to understand. Exhaling slowly, he leaned forward and rested his forehead against your own. He closed his eyes, his LED shifting from yellow to blue and back again as he tried to sift through the swarm of emotions.

“I don’t know why it’s you, but it is,” he whispered, his voice nearly too quiet for you to hear. “I just can’t help but notice everything about you. I love the wrinkles on your forehead when you’re confused to the point of frustration. I love when only one side of your hair is brushed because you’re too lazy to brush the other. I love when your lip bleeds because you’re biting it while you’re thinking and you don’t even notice. I love…”

Connor stopped and pulled back slightly, his hands still resting on your cheeks. His LED circled red once, the worry on his face far too obvious to your keen eyes. When you didn’t say anything, Connor tried to pull away, but you didn’t let him.

Your hands quickly moved to rest over top his, holding him in place. You looked up at him with eyes full of admiration and wonder as if an angel had come and graced the earth. Maybe that’s what he was, an angel. You would believe it. With that pretty face and those sweet words, you could easily be fooled.

As you eyed Connor’s face, the corners of your lips quirked into a smile. Maybe you could be enough for him. He seemed to think so. It was that thought alone that drove you to lean forward and press the faintest of kisses to Connor’s lips. It was barely a peck, and as you pulled away, Connor leaned forward to chase after your warmth. The gesture made you laugh as you whispered against his lips.

“I love how human you are.”

#detroit become human #connor x reader #dbh connor x reader #rk800 x reader #dbh connor #connor rk800

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kurogane2512 · 6 months

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Kinktober 2023 day 6

Wall sex, marking, dry humping with....

Fem!reader

Everyone in Liyue knew Ningguang treasured her belongings. After all, she had earned everything through sheer hard work of her own. The Tianquan's belongings were some of the finest things in Teyvat and she treated them with impeccable care. Few know how furious she got over the people trying to steal her belongings when the first Jade Chamber fell. Nobody ever dared to do it again.

Yet, all of her possessions weren't in her control. Although, Ningguang didn't treat you as an object at all. But everyone knew you were her most important belonging, and she would go to any lengths to ensure your utmost care. Then, what is this sight in front of her right now? Why is another woman all over you, touching you as if she's your lover? Ningguang hated the sight.

No wonder you found yourself pinned on her office wall as soon as you entered. It was clear she was waiting for you, desperately at that. You had barely greeted her when her body was pressed against you and her lips engaged in a heated and deep kiss with yours. You didn't know how to react except to just accept what was happening. Ningguang pushed closer, her knee digging between your thighs and pressing your core.

"Mmph— Ning.... wait~"

You moaned into the kiss and tried to make her stop, being caught off guard by her sudden actions. Ningguang bit your lower lip before finally pulling back, both of you breathing heavily while gazing at each other.

"You have some nerve, don't you? Flirting with a stranger in broad daylight right when I was watching?" Ningguang hissed against your neck.

"What? Flirting? I was not! She simply thanked me for saving her kid from some monsters!"

Ningguang stared at you in silence, pondering over the scene she saw. She did understand what you meant, what you did was rather serious and important and she could understand why the woman would hug and kiss your cheek as gratitude. Still, she couldn't help her jealousy. She did not want anyone except her touching you that way.

"It's still unfair.... I didn't like it." Ningguang said in a low voice while looking down, making you surprised but smile softly and cup her face.

"Are you jealous, Lady Ningguang?~" you smirked, making her frown then lunge at you to kiss you feverishly once again. Her leg settled between your thighs causing your cores to lightly rub against each other, but Ningguang wanted more. You could feel her body moving back n forth, almost rutting against you as if seeking any kind of friction.

"You have to make it up to me." Ningguang declared as she released the kiss and proceeded to unbutton your shirt. She had just opened the first 3 buttons when you suddenly spun around and pinned her on the wall instead, holding her leg up to your thigh and pressing closely. The Tianquan practically gasped at your action and wrapped her arms around your neck.

"Then let me make it up to you~"

You smirked against her lips and pushed into her slightly, her core rubbing against the waistband of your pants. She muffled a moan and arched into you, slipping her hands under your shirt to clench your back and bury her face in your neck. You continued rutting into her the same way, intentionally making her impatient at the low and inconsistent friction.

"Y-You.... mhm.... if you think this is enough then— ngh!~"

Ningguang hissed in your ear and dug her nails in your back, marks forming on your skin. You grinned to yourself and resumed the movement, coming in a scissor formation and grinding your core against her too. It was messy and insufficient and Ningguang had enough of your antics.

"Stop this. Open my drawer and do it properly." Ningguang ordered and you had no choice but to comply, you placed her down and did as told only to find a strap-on in the drawer. You didn't know since when Ningguang kept one here, you had never used it in her office before. But you were turned on now, needy to shove it in her and fuck her.

You fastened the strap and turned around to see Ningguang had discarded her panties in the meantime, still wearing her dress. She grabbed your collar and pulled you close then proceeded to align the strap towards her folds and pushed it in. "Make me cum in 5 minutes then I'll consider forgiving you."

A newfound enthusiam surged through you and you picked her up against the wall in no time, her legs wrapping around your waist as you hilted the strap inside her deeply. She moaned out and clenched your back again along with biting your shoulder, you hissed from the pain of her teeth sinking in your skin and marking you but that only made your thrusts faster and harder.

Sounds of skin slapping echoed in Ningguang's office, you were sure her secretaries could hear you both but none of you cared. Ningguang was busy marking your neck and shoulder with her bites and lipstick, she wanted all of Liyue to see only her lips were allowed to be on your skin no matter where. Her nails slid down your back and formed scratches, symbolizing more of her marks on you.

Your thrusts were frantic yet controlled, angling the cock deep inside at her sweet spots to make her cum. You knew where to hit and how much, 5 minutes was plenty for you to make her come undone. The Tianquan moaned softly still, her voice muffled by your open mouthed kisses and her urge to mark you. You moved closer and hilted deeper in her, hitting the most important spot inside. Her walls clenched on your cock, making it harder to thrust but it showed she was close.

"Yes.... more... mhm... aaaah aaah!~"

Ningguang finally released with a loud and ethereal moan as you thrusted deeply then stayed still, her slick spilling and coating the strap as you pulled it out. She looked at you with satisfaction and gazed at the marks she made on you before pulling you in for a deep yet gentle kiss. Maybe it's not a bad idea to make the Tianquan jealous more often.

#genshin impact #kuro's kinktober #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin women #ningguang #ningguang smut #ningguang x reader #genshin ningguang

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elliespuns · 2 months

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I love the scene where Dina says to Ellie that she is pregnant. In this moment, we can once again notice just how sensitive and fragile Ellie really is.

Not only does Ellie flip when she finds out because the only thing she cares about is Dina's health, but she also gets worried to the point of being mean to the person she loves so much (the same happened with Joel). She starts remembering all the times she and Dina were in danger and everything that happened. How they would get blown up by W.L.F., and they both suffered a painful fall from her horse. How Dina would get attacked, how she would get into fights with the infected, and how she would fall down the roof window when she was saving Ellie's life. That is a terrible picture for Ellie; to know that her girlfriend had probably been pregnant the whole time and she'd still risk her life and endrure all this just because she loves Ellie so much.

Ellie can't stand this. She can't accept love so vast. Same as with Joel. Once things get serious, once things get real to the point of risking each other's lives for each other (or risking the whole world's redemption when it comes to Joel), she can't handle it. She needs to be THE ONE to do good for others (that's why her immunity meant so much to her and why she wanted to save the world—she needed to be THE ONE risking everything for her life to matter). So when someone else does it for her, it scares the fuck out of her. She used to be a kid who had no one to show her love so boundless. She can't accept it. She doesn't know how.

I love how after Ellie snaps at Dina and calls her a burden, she regrets it right away. You can see nothing but dismay, remorse, and guilt in her face for hurting someone she loves. But she doesn't say sorry. She doesn't know how to say sorry. Even though she wants to say it. Joel was the first to ever get Ellie to open up about feelings of hers when they spoke on the porch that night. She wouldn't say sorry out loud then either; she still wouldn't know how. But she said sorry in her own way. She said it with her actions—that despite everything, she still wanted to forgive him and make things right.

That's why later in the game, when she finds Dina going through the pictures, she sits next to her and just says, "Look, last night was stupid." because she doesn't know how to say sorry. But she means it the same way.

This is so important because you can see that Dina is aware of it too. She knows this is how Ellie is. So it hurts her when she hears those words coming out of her mouth, but she stays and continues helping her regardless. She doesn't treat her differently, and she doesn't give her a hard time either. It almost looks like she chose to ignore what happened. But that's not it. She just knows this is how Ellie is; she understands her grief, she understands her personality, and she accepts not only the good about her but the bad too. A lot of people don't even realize this, but Dina loves Ellie too much. I think that after Joel, Dina is the one to love her the best. She sees her, and she accepts her as she is.

#the last of us #tlou #ellie williams #ellie tlou #dina nolastname #dina tlou #ellie x dina #dinellie #tlou game #the last of us game #the last of us part 2 #tlou part 2 #ellie and joel #joel miller #the last of us talk #elliespuns analyses

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faghubby · 2 months

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Pretty husband

"What are you doing?" My wife Jen screamed. I jumped up I had not heard her come home. I was laying on the bed wearing the lingerie I had bought for her last Valentine's day. Jen had worn it only once. I had worn it many times since. The red corset with matching sheer thong. I had ruined the matching stockings but still loved wearing them. I tried to cover myself as I noticed Jen taking pics with her phone.

"Jen I can explain" I wimpered.

"I am sure you can try but this seems self explanatory" Jen told me. She turned and stormed out of the house. Although I was terrified of what she would do. My dick was harder then I could ever remember I quickly masterbated then got changed back to my normal clothes. I tried to call and text Jen but got no response of any kind. I finally fell asleep with no word from Jen.

Jen returned at 10am the next morning. She marched right past me to the bedroom. I jumped up and rushed after her. She was getting undressed when I walked in.

"Beth helped me find your online persona" Jen informed me. I panicked as she continued

"female led marriage "? She smiled as she removed her panties she was now naked as she laid on the bed. She spread her legs.

"Well get to it" she said plainly. I crawled between her legs. I saw dried cum mashed into her hair. I lifted my head and went to say something

"Don't! You know you want it" Jen told me. "Or should I just send everyone the pics of you all dressed up with your little pee pee all excited. I just swallowed hard and licked her pussy. I could taste the salty load of some man as it started to leak form her.

"I learned alot about what you want" Jen said. "Cuckolding can be crossed off your list. Don't worry it won't be the last time " she held my head down as I licked her used pussy. I didn't stop until she came on my tounge.

"Paul things are going to change around here" Jen told me as she laid on the bed naked.

"I can't talk to you like this. Strip" she ordered.

"Jen we can talk, I can explain" I begged.

"PAUL GET NAKED!" Jen said with a raised voice. I quickly stripped.

"No panties" Jen sounded disappointed.

"now since i am revoking your rights in this marriage" Jen stated.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"Do not interrupt me" Jen said annoyed. As she got up and put on a robe. I fell silent

"Now I am taking full control of this marriage. You may give your opinion if I ask for it. But I will decide alone what actions we will take.

"In addition since you like acting all girlie, you will start today. No more sneaking around touching my things. You will wear your pretty things all the time. And shave those legs so you don't look ridiculous" Jen told me."

"Jen I can't" I started she walked over and smacked me across the face.

"Don't deny this is what you truly want. I have scene your Tumblr. Pinintrest and even your Femlife dating app" Jen told me. "This will also stop. You will not post things or look at inappropriate things online without my approval" Jen informed me.

"You won't have to worry about not satisfying me sexually any more either. As I said before I will cuckold you. Find real men to please me." Jen stood behind me her hand slid across my ass. "But I don't want you touching yourself without my promission either"

"Now, I want you completely free of body hair. The mustache goes as well. Only hair better be one the top of your head" Jen told me. She smacked my ass.

"Get to it" she commanded. I went to the bathroom and filled the tub. I wasn't sure where to start so I started with my face. Then attempted my legs. My penis was hard the whole time. This task was alot harder then I thought it would be. I had been at it for over an hour when Jen walked in.

"Jen I can't reach" I started. Jen went under her sink and pulled out a bottle of nair and a long handled applicator she used for lotion. And handed it to me.

"You will put this on when you finish" she told me touching a pile of clothes. Then leaving me alone again. I read the instructions and used it also to touch up any areas I had missed with the razor. As I waited I looked thru the clothes Jen had left. There was a babu blue thong with a dark blue lace sports bra looking thing. The slacks and shirt seemed to be mine. She also had left a pair of her pink socks. I rinsed off watching the last of my bodybhair gather around the drain. Then got dressed. The bra was easily seen thru the white thin shirt. I came out of the bathroom.

"Do you feel pretty?" Jen asked.

"Yes" I mumbled unable to look at her. The thong unable to hold my erection.

"Good that way you will always remember your place" she told me.

"I expect you to do the womanly duties around here from now on" Jen told me. I was a bit confused by what she meant we had never been a couple that dealt in such roles.

"You will behave as if you are a 1940s wife. All household duties are yours to forfil" Jen informed me. "Don't worry about things that are to manly. I will find someone to help you with them. She walked away. Without another word. I thought about what she had said and seeing dishes in the sink. I went to clean them.

"It's late I will order up some lunch" Jen announced she didn't ask what I would like. About half an hour later the doorbell rang.

"Paulie answer the door" Jen called out. I went to answer aware my bra was on display as well as my pink socks. I hesitated by the door bell rang again. I could see Jen was getting annoyed. I answered the door the young man looked confused but didn't say anything. Jen had paid all i had to do was sign.

She had gotten me a salad and flavored water. So I could watch my girlie figure.

"I have ordered you all new panties. So you don't have to wear mine" Jen told me as we sat and ate. I watched as she ate a burger from my favorite restaurant while I ate my salad.

"A good house wife spends most of their time making sure the house is clean and orderly. I expect you to learn and self motivated yourself to do just that. You will have to pay close attention on laundry. Separate things handwash and such" Jen told me. I worked and with Jen permission I used the internet to learn how to do housework. I worked till about 9pm. Rarely seeing Jen although she was home.

"Bedtime" Jen informed me "now go get ready."

As I brushed my teeth. Jen came in. "You will have to learn a night time routine. Face care, hair, lotion you do want to be soft don't you?" Jen informed me.

"I understand" I said softly. She gave me about a half hour then called me to the bedroom. She handed me a satin nightgown. I changed leaving the my panties. Jen still fully dressed tucked me in.

"Your clitty is still hard, you been excited all day" Jen teased.

"Yes" was all I could manage as her hand slid under the covers. She pulled them back her hands ran down my smooth stomach and hips. She spread my legs but was careful not to touch my erection.

"Roll on your side" she told me she positioned me with my ass towards her my one leg bent her hand slid over my ass crack.

"Have you ever played with your sissy hole?" She asked

"A finger" I mumbled as I answered she applied lube to my hole then worked her finger in.

"My pretty husband likes when I play with you, don't you?" Jen asked.

"Rub yourself, don't jerk just rub" Jen told me as she fingered my ass. Pushing a second finger up my ass.

"Chuck fucked me last night, did you like eating your friends cum out of my dirty cumt?" Jen told me. Chuck was one of my closest friends.

"I showed him the pics of my pretty husband and begged him to fuck me. Since I needed a real man. He has a lovely cock, did you know?" Jen continued. I came in my nightie. Jen removed her fingers and tucked me back into bed.

"Goodnight baby" she said kissing me on the forehead and turning out the light. I layed in bed sticky my mind wondering what else Jen would make me do. Sleep didn't come quickly but I didn't dare to turn on the light or change my clothes. I finally fell asleep before Jen came to bed.

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yan-lorkai · 1 year

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*･゜ﾟ A/N: It's currently midnight but I had this idea and it won't leave me alone until I write it. I guess it's no surprise to anyone but I love soft yanderes, so writing this was a good experience as it gets out of my comfort zone a bit lol.

*･゜ﾟ Warnings: Gn!reader, Kidnapping, cannibalism, your basic yandere content. I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

Repulsion. Repulsion was what you felt as you were forced to sit there and watch as Floyd took delight in beating up some poor bastard who had the gall to try to help you escape, his teary eyes looking your way as if he wanted to to ask you for help, but all that left his lips were screams of pain and pleas for mercy.

Pleas that wouldn't have been necessary if he hadn't helped loosen your bonds and given you the key. Pleas that wouldn't be necessary if he'd just turned a blind eye in your direction and told anyone who asked that he never saw you anywhere. But unfortunately he was foolish. And he helped you. And now he would pay the price with his life and you would lose a little more of your sanity as you watched his death helplessly, letting the guilt gnaw at you a little more.

You felt the impact of each blow as if Floyd were hitting you with those bloody fists, as if the hot blood was seeping through invisible wounds and smearing your skin and clothes with the red, iron liquid. And a lump formed in his throat as you struggled not to cry or scream. If you did that, maybe Jade would torture you too.

"Shh, my pearl." Azul whispered behind you. The hot breath on your neck sent unpleasant shock waves through your body, but you bit your bottom lip to keep from reacting when his gloved hands came to rest on your shoulders and squeezed hard. "Watch and see what happens when you try to escape. Regardless of who it is, the result will always be the same for the person who helps you, I don't care if it's a child, an elderly person or even one of the strongest wizards in Twisted Wonderland . They will die and his blood is on your hands."

You dared to look away from the scene to your hands. No, you thought quickly, it definitely wasn't your fault. It was the fault of Azul's innocent smiles and sweet words that attracted you, it was the fault of the delicious desserts that Jade offered you after a tiring day and especially the friendship that Floyd offered, the way he protected you and made you laugh.

You were too innocent, you trusted too much.

And maybe, just maybe, if you had listened to the other students and walked away from them, you wouldn't be here. But you were everything they loved most; a change, a breath of new wind, something from another world. They would never get bored with you around and they wouldn't let you go now.

A hand squeezed your cheek hard enough to make you grunt and a pair of bicolored eyes came into view. It was Jade who, with his polite smile, pretended to sympathize with your situation. In other times, you would have thrown yourself into his arms and allowed yourself to tell him your whole heart. But now you held each word inside your mind as your teary eyes met his.

"You haven't even received your punishment yet and you're already crying, oh, what a disgrace." He smiled, wiping away your tears with his fingertips. He found your suffering obviously amusing and he didn't intend to hide it. If anything, he wanted more. He wanted you to scream and cry and fight, but he knew you wouldn't because you were afraid of the consequences.

And you were right to be afraid.

"We didn't know how else to communicate to you that we wouldn't do you any harm if you behaved," Jade walked away again and not being able to see him, even though you could hear the sound of him opening and closing a drawer at your back and his stifled giggles, made your palms sweat and your heart beat faster than ever. "So we had to be resourceful with your punishment, our dear pearl needs to learn that your actions have dire consequences."

Azul rested his face against your neck again and sniffed at your scent as if it were from another world—and it was. Because you were from another world and you had an addictive scent that made his cheeks flush, made him want to bite you until blood burst from your skin.

"It pains us to have to commit such barbarity," The cecaelia whispered gently in your ear. It seemed to pain him the next course of action the three of them had agreed to take, but you knew that tone of voice. You were perfectly aware of the soft way his timbre trembled so that his victim would believe his words more. You could still feel him smiling behind your back. "but it's exactly as Jade said. We must correct Your behavior, my dear."

Floyd laughed. A laugh even more evil than any you've ever heard and when you dared raise your eyes to the scene that would give you nightmares, you realized that the boy was no longer alive. A lot of blood flowed from his head and his eyes were forever scarred with an expression of terror and pain behind them. A death caused by you.

Because it's your fault, you repeated Azul's words. And his blood is on your hands.

You shook your head vehemently. It wasn't true and you couldn't allow yourself to think about it, but thinking and feeling it was difficult when tears started to fall from your eyes and sobs escaped your throat. Everything you had kept inside you was now slipping out of your eyes.

Azul promptly stared at your face with affection and carefully wiped your tears away. But the touch of his hands made you panic even more and you pressed your body harder against the chair to get away from his dirty touch. And he obviously leaned closer and closer until your bodies were close enough to make you feel suffocated. He loves to make you feel that way.

"Swallow that cry, angelfish." He murmured, licking a tear that rolled down your cheek like it was the finest liquor. "We still haven't given you a reason to cry."

You rubbed your eyes until they reddened, until the tears subsided, and you tried to control your breathing under the pressure of Azul's intimidating stare. Ignoring him couldn't be your best option so you tried to follow his order, even though you had every reason to cry and feel the way you did; they lied to you, kidnapped you and hurt a lot of people.

And now, you swallowed hard, now they've killed a boy. His parents would probably sit in their living room and wonder what had become of their beloved son. And it was your fault. Because he asked for help, involved him in this and it took his life.

"Ehehe, Azul, we're ready." Floyd announced humming. The eel was so excited for what was going to happen next that he was almost bouncing.

And suddenly a pungent smell hit you. A smell you may never forget now or a hundred years from now, the smell of flesh and blood mingling together. But the worst was yet to come.

Jade carried a plate of ground human meat. You didn't want to think about what that entailed and you didn't want to look at the boy's body to confirm your suspicions, just thinking about it made bile start to rise in your throat and make you dizzy. They wouldn't. Or would they?

"You know, little shrimp," Floyd got too close to you, stroking your face with his bloody hands and still, laughing when you tried to wipe the blood off your cheeks and ended up spreading it even more. You could see the fascination in his eyes. "Where we come from, it's common to eat your opponent to consume his essence."

Jade confirmed with a smile. "Exactly. And now, you will consume your victim's flesh and absorb all of its nutrients, especially the strength and endurance it had to withstand each of my brother's blows."

This must have been a nightmare. You felt pressure in your throat and thought you were about to throw up if things continued at this rate, eating human flesh was one of the things you never thought they'd force you to do - but then again, they weren't normal humans. They were merfolk.

You looked at Azul with a look flecked with tears and pleading, but he still had that same disconcerting smile on his face, like he loved every second of it. As if he had given the idea that it was ongoing at that moment. And a part of you knew that apologies wouldn't buy your forgiveness out of this situation, nor would any plan your agitated mind could form work.

The eels were brutal, it's true, but they were controlled by Azul. Their ringleader. And you knew at that moment that Azul had no intention of helping you, if anything he wanted you to eat human flesh and become like them, a monster. He wanted to make you think you weren't as good as you thought you were, that was his benevolence.

"Hey little shrimp, say ah!" Floyd moved far enough away to take a handful of human flesh in his hand. The scene turned your stomach in the same second. It was disgusting the way he kept smiling as if nothing unusual had happened, as if the blood staining his hands and the screaming were normal occurrences of his day that didn't disturb him in the slightest.

You dodged your face from all of Floyd's attempts to feed you that meat. You felt your whole body shiver at just the thought of that thing making contact with your mouth, the smell, the taste, everything made your head ache slightly.

"We were even nice and didn't grind him in front of you." Jade laughed.

Your wrists were bound against the arms of the chair and in that moment you struggled against the bonds. Within seconds it became obvious that running away was something you wouldn't have the pleasure of achieving again no matter how hard you tried. Azul's slender fingers trailed over your skin, raising terrible shivers down your back that made him laugh, and his hands closed over your chin forcing your mouth open.

In the end, no matter how much you struggled and fighted, Floyd fed you again and again and again. An eel should after all take good care of his shrimp and that's what e intended to do, even if you tried to scratch his arms or spit out the offered food. He had patience.

Patience because he knew you would love them.

Patience because he knew you would forgive them.

Patience because if he didn't, maybe he'd break your jaw like he broke that boy who tried to help you. Maybe that pain would help you remember your place.

"Ssh, please don't cry." Azul comforted you, rubbing your back and offering wet kisses over your neck. The gesture was comforting when the two of you had first started dating, filled with love and affection, but now it filled you with dread.

"Angelfish, now you're done eating should I suggest this?" Jade offered a gentle smile as he showed you your favorite dessert. But even the smell of dessert made your stomach turn.

At that point you weren't caring what they said or did. You just wanted to sleep and pretend none of that happened, but the lingering taste in your mouth forced you to remember what had happened. And that was something you wouldn't forget, ever. You looked at them. For someone who tells you they love you so much, they certainly only manage to exhaust you physically and mentally.

"They look tired, Azul." Floyd crouched down to your height and his hands were positioned on your shoulders as if he was going to shake you, but his brother stopped him with a shake of his head.

Shock or guilt seemed to shut down your brain and you felt your eyelids slowly close, watching as your three lovers as they like to call themselbes admired your sleepy expression. And you prayed to whatever deity was listening to you at that moment that when you woke up it would all just be a dream, a terrible dream.

#yandere azul ashengrotto #yandere jade leech #yandere floyd leech #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere octavinelle #octavinelle #octotrio #twst azul #twst jade #twst floyd #tw yandere #tw kidnapping #tw cannibalism

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hoosurdaddy · 1 year

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Lights, Camera.

Pairing: Trey Parker x Actress!Reader.

Triggers: 18+, smut, oral (f receiving), fingering. tbh Trey would never do or say anything like this, I actually wanted to die writing this omg. Pretend BASEketball had a sex scene. Cheesey 2000 movie lines.

"Action."

A word that made your stomach hit the floor everytime the camera's were rolling. It being your first movie and all, you figured it was just nerves. BASEketball was your first movie, and it was also your first sex scene with your co-star Trey Parker, who was playing Joe Cooper, and you, his love interest; Michelle Hyland.

Your character was a sexy, sassy friend of Coop and Remer from high school, who has always had a thing for Coop. Trey was already a big star already with his show South Park and Cannibal!The Musical. You, on the other hand, were a struggling actress having acted in a commercial or two, but here was to hoping BASEketball was hit.

In 'Coops room' there was little to no decorations. It was suppose to look like a struggling man in his twenties room. No candles, no flowers or anything to set the mood. But luckily, you had Trey and the whole film crew to make you both comfortable. Trey especially was very kind in making sure everything was going the way it should to ensure your safety and comfortability.

As the film crew were getting set up to film the final touches, you awkwardly fidgeted with the lingerie you were wearing for the scene.

"Are you nervous, Trey?"

"Eh, a little. But I mean, making out with you is a bonus." Trey laughed, making you hit his arm playfully. He was such a flirty but you couldn't help but smile. Trey, still noticing your nervous energy, grabbed your hand.

"Don't be nervous, Y/N. Just follow my lead and we should be okay."

"I can't fake having sex, Trey." You sighed, squeezing his hands. You looked over to see that the crew was nearly finished setting up.

"You don't have too."

"What?"

"Well, I can actually.. ya know," Trey's hand slid down over your thigh, opening your legs ever so slightly. "I mean I wouldn't be complaining, it's not everyday I get to eat pussy and I mean, I think I'm quite good at it.. Obviously, if that's okay with you."

You could hear the director starting to count down to the scene, but it was hard to listen when Trey's hand was rubbing up and down your thigh and the pool of arousal from this act building up in the panties of your lingerie. You took a moment to weigh your options before nodding up at Trey, showing him you approved. "Okay."

"Just breathe,okay?"

"3,2,1- action." David shouted, and the cameras were rolling.

Trey leaned in slowly. You smirked up at him, trying to protray your confident character to the cameras. You swear Trey could feel your heart beating out your chest as your lips met. Trey's hand ran down your thigh again, making you gasp when his hand cupped your pussy. You took the opportunity to run your hands down Trey's chest.

Trey pulled back teasingly to plant a few kisses upon your breast. You moaned, your hands in his hair almost pushing him down to your pussy. Everything Trey was doing was getting the right reaction out of you. This easily will be the best scene in BASEketball, and Trey knew that.

After a few marks left on your breasts, Trey could feel you humping him hand. Trey continued to kiss down your body, throwing the blanket used for the scene over his head and pulled off your panties. You sighed nervously when your panties were taken off.

You both only had ten minutes to perfect the scene, meaning Trey had to get to work. Slowly, Trey pushed two fingers in your hole before placing his tongue onto your clit. You moaned loudly, clutching onto the blankets. All your moans were for him.

"C-coop." You moaned, biting back from calling Trey's name out. The lust you felt for Trey wasn't fake; maybe for your character, but not for you as Trey continued to lap at your clit.

Trey continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, making your moans of pleasure grow louder. You buckled your hips against Trey's face, forcing his fingers deeper into your pussy as he searched for your sweet spot.

"It's too good." You whimpered as your orgasm built. Trey's tongue laid flat against your slit before moving it back up to your clit and removed his fingers, his hands now holding your hips. Trey knew David would be happy with the scene.

Trey's tongue slipped into you. The pleasure was too much for you to bear as you gripped onto your breasts and allowed curse words to fall from your lips. Trey was devouring you in ways you couldn't imagine.

Finally, You let out one final moan and allowed your orgasm to wash over you. Trey smirked as he came up from thighs to your face with your cum all over his. Trey's tongue ran over his lips, letting out a moan at your taste before planting a kiss onto your lips once again.

You let out a weak laugh into the kiss. You both only wished that you could do more, but you weren't porn stars; it would have to wait till later.

"I better win an oscar after this." You panted quietly. Trey had just given you an orgasm infront of a camera and a room full of people. Obviously, no one knew. No one but you two.

Trey laughed quietly, planting one more kiss onto your cheek before David called cut.

Spoiler you didn't win an oscar.

#trey parker #trey parker x reader #trey parker smut #tw smut #south park #south park creators

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moeitsu · 25 days

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The Tie Which Linked My Soul To Thee

Summary: A fisher of men and A strange encounter. Ao3 Wattpad Ch.1 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Ch.6 Ch.7 Ch.8 Ch.9 Ch.10 Tags: Arthur Morgan/Original Female Character, Widowed, Original Character, Mutual Pining, Slow Build, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, High Honor Arthur Morgan, Friends to Lovers, Child Loss, Trauma, Canon-Typical Violence, Arthur Morgan Does Not Have Tuberculosis, Arthur Morgan Deserves Happiness, Chubby Arthur Morgan, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Ch 2 - The Snow Is On The Grass Again

The chill of May lingered as Kate set up camp near the riverbank, where patches of snow still clung to the ground. With the water icy cold, bathing was out of the question, but she found comfort in the soothing melody of the flowing stream. Nearby, Lorena grazed peacefully as Kate hummed a tune and cast her line, hoping for a catch to satisfy her hunger.

It had been two weeks since her stagecoach heist with Arthur and Hosea. Since then, Seamus hasn’t given her any more dubious tasks, and she hasn’t seen the two men either. She went back to being a ranch hand for a bit until she told Seamus it was time she moved on again. She followed the river south until she found a suitable spot to set up camp for the night.

It was a beautiful sunny day, but still chilly enough for a jacket. "It's cold, but at least the fish don't seem to mind," Kate remarked to herself as she felt a strong tug on her fishing line. With a flick of her wrist, she hooked the fish and began reeling it in, “Cmon now don’t fight too hard,” she mused to herself.

Lorena whinnied for attention "easy, girl," Kate murmured, as she made a noise behind her again. "Let me pull this in first." Suddenly, the quiet scene shattered as Lorena squealed in fear, her hooves pounding the ground. Kate's heart raced as she spun around, spotting a small copperhead slithering toward her mare.

"Sh-shhh, it's alright, it's just a snake," Kate reassured, her voice trembling slightly. But Lorena, in a state of panic, bolted downstream. With a grunt, Kate abandoned her fishing pole and chased after her horse. "Lorena! It's okay, girl, you're alright!" she called out, her voice echoing over the rushing water.

Though reluctant to admit it, Kate knew this wasn't the first time Lorena had been spooked. Usually, the mare's restlessness signaled impending danger, but snakes remained her Achilles' heel. It was a fear Kate couldn't rid her beloved horse of, even if she tried. Not that she ever would.

As they rounded the bend of the river, Kate lost sight of Lorena, but the mare's hoofprints remained etched in the sand. With a silent prayer, she pressed on, hoping her companion hadn't ventured too far.

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"Think this spot looks good, Uncle Arthur," chirped the little boy from his saddle as they neared the riverbank's edge.

"I think you’re right Jack. Let's give it a shot and see if we can reel in some fish," Arthur replied, guiding Belle to the sandy shore and helping Jack dismount.

Taking the smaller fishing pole from Arthur, Jack asked, "Where should we stand?"

"Right by the shoreline, just follow me," Arthur directed, leading Jack to the water's edge. "See those ripples? That's where you'll want to cast your line. Just aim for that, and you'll snag 'em."

“I wanna try!” He exclaimed impatiently while Arthur baited their lines with cheese.

"Okay kiddo, watch me. Hold the line over your shoulder like this," Arthur demonstrated, guiding Jack's movements. "Now, swing it forward smoothly, using your wrist, not your elbow."

Jack mimicked his uncle's actions eagerly. "Like this?"

"Exactly! Well done, Jack. Now, all we do is wait for a fish to take the bait," Arthur said proudly, as Jack beamed up at him, standing closer by his side.

As Arthur watched Jack with a mixture of pride and guilt, he realized how long it had been since they'd spent quality time together. Since their escape from Blackwater, life had been a whirlwind of tasks assigned by Dutch and taking care of the camp, leaving little room for personal time. He was about to leave camp again when Abigail asked if Arthur would watch Jack for her. Dutch would most likely make a comment about it later, but at the moment he couldn't care.

After a minute of peaceful silence, Jack looked up at him again with a curious expression. "Uncle Arthur, can the fish see us?"

Arthur chuckled at the unexpected question. "Well, not exactly like how you see me. It's a bit blurry for them, I reckon," he replied, scratching his head at the complexity of explaining fish vision to a four-year-old.

"Oh, okay. Can they hear us then?" Jack fired another question.

"Pretty much the same, I suppose," Arthur replied with a grin. "They can hear us, but not as clear as you and I can hear each other. Why all the questions, Jack?"

"Do fish talk?" Jack pressed on, undeterred by his uncle's attempt to change the subject.

Arthur smiled and shook his head. "Well, Jack, do other animals talk?" he countered, hoping to steer the conversation in a different direction.

Jack paused for a moment, pondering the question. "Hmm, nope. Can't think of any," he admitted.

"Exactly. So, no, fish don't talk," Arthur affirmed, looking down at Jack, who seemed lost in thought, gazing at the grasses behind them.

"Uncle Arthur, I'm bored," Jack suddenly declared, breaking the silence.

Arthur let out a quiet sigh, realizing his attempt at fishing with his young nephew hadn't been the most thrilling activity. "Yeah, I figured as much," he muttered to himself. Louder, he addressed Jack, "You know what? Why don't you go explore? Just stay close to me, alright?" But before Arthur could finish his sentence, Jack darted off toward a nearby pool of rocks.

As Arthur continued fishing, lost in his own thoughts, he heard the loud approach of hoofbeats. Instinctively, he jumped to intercept the approaching stranger before they could draw too close to him and Jack. To his surprise, the horse charging toward him was unmistakably Kate's, riderless and wild.

"Ain’t that Kate's horse?" Arthur muttered to himself in disbelief, raising his hands in a futile attempt to calm the agitated mare. "Easy, girl, it's alright," he murmured soothingly.

Jack, drawn by the commotion, hurried to join Arthur, his eyes wide with excitement. "Whoa! Where'd that horse come from?" he exclaimed.

"Stay behind me, Jack. She's spooked, and I don't want her to accidentally harm you," Arthur cautioned. As he tried to assess the situation he recognized it was indeed Kate's horse but was unable to recall its name. Peering down the riverbank where the horse had emerged, he found no sign of its owner.

With gentle words and a steady hand, Arthur coaxed the horse into submission, finally gaining control of the reins. "What kinda trouble you in, girl?" he wondered aloud, stroking her snout.

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As Kate followed the hoof prints of her mare, she rounded another bend in the river and finally spotted her beloved horse. "Oh thank god," she murmured, letting out a relieved sigh. Right before realizing there were two figures accompanying Lorena—a burly man and a small boy, both appearing to have been fishing.

About to call out her gratitude, Kate stopped as the man turned, revealing himself to be Arthur, the same man from the stagecoach incident. Surprised yet somewhat pleased to see him, memories of their previous encounter flooded back, particularly their pleasant conversation during the ride back from Carmody Dell. They had talked about their horses and she knew Lorena was in good hands with him.

"Mr. Morgan! I can't thank you enough. I hope she didn't cause you any trouble," Kate called out, jogging to meet them. Arthur looked up at the sound of his name, visibly relieved at her arrival, replied, "Miss McCanon! I was a little worried when I saw your horse come through here without you."

"She got spooked by a snake, that's all," Kate explained, petting Lorena affectionately. "She's a bit dramatic, though," she added with a hint of amusement.

As a small face peeked around Arthur's frame, Kate smiled warmly, realizing it must be his son. "Your horse is very pretty, miss," the boy remarked shyly.

“Thank you, would you like to pet her?” She asked with a smile, the boy nodded, “she’s a little shy so just go slow, let her come to you.” The child looked up at Arthur and only approached once he nodded a go ahead.

"Getting tired of Seamus' dubious stagecoach business, I take it?" Arthur teased, prompting laughter from Kate. Their banter flowed effortlessly, she found Arthur refreshingly different from most men she encountered. He had a playful and protective aura, with a bit of something else that made her incredibly intrigued. Or maybe it was just because he was handsome.

Kate smiled and shook her head with a laugh, “not quite. Just about time I move on I guess. I was only passin’ through. I see you’re still here enjoying the countryside though, haven’t given up on robbing stagecoaches yet?” She teased back.

Before Arthur could respond, the boy blurted out, "Uncle Arthur and my daddy robbed a—" Arthur swiftly intervened, diverting attention away from the boy's revelation.

"Kids have wild imaginations," Arthur chuckled nervously, steering the conversation back. "So, um, where are you heading? Camping around here?" he inquired.

So Jack is his nephew, Kate smiled to herself, these two were adorably entertaining, her heart panged slightly at the memory of what her life could have looked like. Her grief still makes itself present in the cracks of her being even after all these years. "Just going west, no place in particular. My camp is just downstream," she replied, gesturing in the direction she came from.

Jack tugged on Arthur’s sleeve and motioned for him to bend down, with a slight roll of his eyes he kneeled down to his level, “can we invite her back to camp?” The boy whispered not so quietly.

“Jack you can’t go inviting every stranger you meet back to camp,” he spoke sternly, “you know we’re on the run, we gotta be safe around here.” He added quietly, the boy looked up sadly but nodded in understanding. Arthur entertained the thought of inviting Kate back to the camp, he knew she was taking on odd jobs and constantly on the move. Maybe it wouldn't hurt if she stayed for a few days. He would never admit it, but he was a little disappointed they didn't cross paths again in the two weeks since the heist.

“Ah, hell, why not” he breathed, turning back to Kate, “It’ll get pretty cold tonight, winters still not through in these parts. My camp is up on Horseshoe overlook,” he took his hat off bashfully, “If you’d like a warm fire, and some good company, you're welcome to join us.”

As Kate was about to respond to Arthur's invitation, the rhythmic thud of hooves interrupted them. Two men in detective uniforms descended toward the water, casting a shadow over their gathering. "What a touching and complex circumstance we have here," one of the men remarked as he dismounted, while the other leveled his rifle at Arthur. Sensing danger, Kate instinctively stayed close to her horse.

Protectively, Arthur positioned himself in front of Jack as the man approached. "Arthur, is it? Arthur Morgan?" he inquired, his tone heavy with accusation.

"Who are you?" Arthur countered, his voice tight with tension.

"Yes, Arthur Morgan," the man echoed, “Van Der Linde’s most trusted associate, orphaned street kid seduced by that maniac's silver tongue. And matures into a degenerate murderer.” He finished.

Arthur's tension escalated, leaving Kate astounded. She harbored suspicion that there was more to him than met the eye, but the revelation of being wanted for murder caught her completely off guard. Despite the shock, she found herself even more intrigued by the supposed outlaw.

“I’m agent Milton, and this is agent Ross,” he gestured to the other gentleman holding the rifle. “We’re with the Pinkerton Detective Agency. It's nice to finally meet you,” he looked over at Kate and added, “and you as well miss. Who might you be?”

"Madeleine McCanon," Kate responded, opting for a false name to distance herself from whatever was about to unfold. Agent Milton pressed further, questioning her connection to Arthur.

“Do you know this man?” He inquired, but before she could answer he continued, “because we sure know him.” His tone, that of a detective accustomed to authority, carried a hint of arrogance, as if he relished the prospect of confrontation.

“Oh do you?” Arthur said coldly.

“He’s a wanted man, Miss McCanon,” he said, turning to face her, “There's five thousand dollars for his head alone.” Kate glanced a look at Arthur but made no sign of her surprise.

Arthur chuckled, "Five thousand dollars? For me?" He glanced around casually. "Can I turn myself in?" he quipped.

Agent Milton's expression remained stern. "We want Van der Linde. A man matching his description robbed a train belonging to Leviticus Cornwall a few weeks back."

Kate's memory jolted as she recalled reading about the robbery in the paper. It was carrying money to fund a new oil rig off the Wapiti reservation. Thousands of dollars were stolen, but none of the passengers on the train were injured.

“Ain't that a little old fashioned nowadays?” Arthur attempted, trying to sound innocent.

“Apparently not,” Milton deadpanned, “this is my offer Mr. Morgan: You bring us Van der Linde. And you have my word you won't swing.”

“Oh, I ain't gonna swing anyways agent Milton. You see, I haven't done anything wrong, aside from not playing the game by your rules.” He argued condescendingly.

Milton's tone grew sterner. "I appreciate this society."

“You enjoy being a rich man's toy!” Arthur snapped back.

“You people venerate savagery, and you will die savagely,” Milton emphasized.

Arthur's voice dripped with defiance. "All of us are gonna die someday, agent, some sooner than others."

With that, Milton turned on his heel and walked toward his horse. "Good day to you, Mr. Morgan," he said as he departed. "And if you know what's good for you, Miss McCanon, stay far away from this man. Unless you want to end up dead like his friend Mac Callander."

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Arthur cursed under his breath, " fuck ." He turned to face Kate, Jack looking between them, unsure of what to do next.

Feeling like a complete fool for inviting Kate back to camp, Arthur realized he had just given away Dutch's whereabouts and Milton exposed their crimes to her. He had hoped she would be safe for a night or two at camp without knowing their true identities, but now, with everything at stake, he wrestled with the decision. The lives of his gang were paramount, but involving an innocent woman in their mess weighed heavily on his conscience. He would never force her, but with everything at stake now he hoped she would still come back with him. Or else she might go inform the authorities of their whereabouts.

“So, railway workers from the North huh?” Kate questioned, breaking him from his thoughts.

“If you’ll let me explain miss-” he started, unsure what was about to come out of his mouth.

With the revelation of Arthur's true identity and the dangers it presented, Kate found herself torn between fear and curiosity. While her instincts screamed at her to flee from these outlaws, there was an inexplicable pull towards Arthur. Despite the fear gnawing at her, she couldn't shake the connection she felt with him. There was something in his eyes, a vulnerability masked by his tough exterior, that resonated with her own struggles.

"I'll come with you," she said, her voice steady despite the uncertainty swirling within her. "I've never been one to shy away from a little danger, and besides," she added with a wry smile, "I've always had a knack for finding trouble."

Arthur looked at her, a mixture of surprise and gratitude flickering in his eyes. He knew the risks she was taking by choosing to stand by him, but he also couldn't deny the feeling of relief that washed over him.

His gaze softened and he bent down to lift Jack up onto his saddle, “well, it’s getting late. Want to head back with us?”he asked, settling himself in behind the boy.

Kate nodded and answered, “I’d be happy to. Let me grab my things from camp and I’ll meet you back here,” she replied, gracefully mounting Lorena.

With those words, she cantered off downstream, disappearing into the fading light.

“Why did those men ask where Uncle Dutch is?” Jack questioned, his voice tinged with innocence.

“Because… well, those are disagreeable men. And they want to hurt Dutch.”Arthur explained, his tone grave.

“Like they hurt Mac?” Jack's voice was small, filled with concern.

Arthur hesitated, then replied, “Ahh don't worry about Mac, I’m sure he’s alright wherever he is. They were just trying to scare us is all,” he patted Jack's shoulder reassuringly., “the world is full of disagreeable men. That’s why you got all of us, to protect you from folk like them.”

“Is that why you invited Miss McCanon back to camp, to protect her from the bad guys too?” he asked innocently.

Arthur chuckled, masking his uncertainty. "Uh, yeah, something like that," he replied, the corners of his lips twitching. He wasn't sure why exactly he invited Kate to stay with him, sure, he didn't like the idea of her being alone in the cold. But why did he care? Something about the woman intrigued him, and it wasn't just her pretty horse.

Unexpectedly, Jack's voice piped up again. "Uncle Arthur, what does 'fuck' mean?"

Arthur's laughter bubbled up, realizing the boy listens more than he cares to let on. "It means your mother will slap me if she hears you say that word," he joked, relieved for the distraction.

At that moment, the steady beat of hooves announced Kate's return.

#arthur morgan x original female character #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption community #rdr2 #dutch van der linde #hosea matthews #john marston #jack marston #rdr2 fanfic #fluff #angst #x reader #oc x canon

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I’ve been seeing so many complaints about Jin not having enough backstory and that he’s too flat, and I’m curious to know your thoughts. I personally think he’s very developed and believe that a character should be able to stand by their current actions without needing flashbacks to explain them.

We know that he is a kind and gentle person who held (and still holds) idealistic notions, and that he effed up real bad with taking the video, and has been feeling guilty and haunted ever since. We know that he develops feelings deeply for people but always makes sure that they reciprocate. We know that he doesn’t like uncertainty when emotions are involved and wants clear communication and has a bit of a jealous streak. We know that when placed in physically dangerous situations, he will jump in immediately to defend and help people. We know that he loves photography and honestly a lot can be explained by his having an artistic soul.

I guess a recent example I’ve seen of a character that’s very developed with absolutely no flashback backstory is Tong’s character Hong from ManSuang. Obviously very different context and character but I loved how much we knew about his essence as a character and person without needing scenes about his childhood and how he grew up.

Anyway sorry for the length, and thank you for your wonderful DFF thoughts and analyses!

Thank you for sending this ask 💕 I've been thinking a lot about this too, honestly. I have some mixed, complex thoughts lol so let me try and explain them.

Firstly, I agree with you that we get a lot of Jin throughout his actions. I fully disagree with people who say that Jin is flat, or that he doesn't have impact on the narrative, or that he's a side character. Jin's always been a very central main piece of the plot. He's the everyman, reacting to the bullying the way most average people would. Acting selfishly and selflessly by turns. He's the catalyst that drove them into the woods. He's the only person who feels guilt and carries the weight of the past (among the bullies). He tries to be a good person, and fucks up bad by turns.

And as you said, we get tons of personality from Jin throughout his actions. He's naive and idealistic. He associates sex and feelings strongly. He falls hard and fast. He lives in a large house but clearly has no one checking on him when he comes home late or brings a boy over to stay the night. He shows signs of emotional neglect and unhealthy attachments. He has fits of anger which lead him to do bad things he feels awful about for years afterwards.

He calls himself a coward but when faced with a weapon he jumps in front of it to try and protect his friends.

There are a lot of shadows to his character that paint a full picture, to me. I don't find his character to be flat at all, in fact Jin is still one of my favorite characters because of all of this.

However, I do understand why people are disappointed. Because while we do see large pieces of Jin's character, when you compare him to characters like Non and Tee, where we see their home lives and motivations in detail, Jin definitely looks flat in comparison. I was also hoping that we'd get insight into Jin's home life and learn why he is the way he is, like we did with some of the others. And we didn't (and won't) get that. And that's definitely disappointing.

Especially since today, in a Space on Twitter, Sammon said she regrets not writing Jin in more detail and she views that as a failing. I think that's one reason people are being so negative about Jin's character right now.

BUT, I personally think people are entirely overblowing it all. Jin is a very interesting, complex, gray, sympathetic character in so many ways, even if we don't get that extra layer of depth. Especially given that one of the reasons we have less of Jin is because he does less terrible shit within the narrative as some of the others, I'm a bit 🤷🏻‍♀️ about it all.

Anyway! Thanks again for the ask, it was a good excuse for me to actually formulate my thoughts!

#dead friend forever #dff #dff the series #jin dff #dff meta #dff analysis #dff spoilers

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CaregiverAustin cutting a scene short while filming because he notices that his little is starting to regress ?

ty for the request !! super cute 🫶🏼

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you and austin had been finding it difficult to find time to be with each other due to his filming. plenty of arguments with the same outcome every time–him promising he'll find time and take you out then he never does. you finally compromised and he invited you to watch him film today with the promise of taking you to dinner.

being on set made you nervous. there were people you didn't know, big name actors that were intimidating yet inviting. come the day of, you woke up with anxiety building up in your chest. you didn't want to go, but this was the only way you'd get to spend time with austin.

you could back out and deal with not seeing him until he found his way into bed at three in the morning. austin would be disappointed though and that was the last thing you ever wanted to do, to disappoint your boyfriend. to make matters worse, you woke up with that light, fuzzy feeling in your head. it didn't help that austin had been sweet to you all morning. you also hadn't had time to be little since he started filming a month ago. he was aware of it too, he felt awful about it but he just couldn't find the time.

he had a hand on you during the entire drive to his set, talking about how excited he is to have you watch him in action. you had subconsciously began to chew on your nails at some point, a habit you had when you were starting to slip. he glanced at you and quickly moved your hand away from your mouth, giving you a concerned look. “hey–are you okay? i can take you home if you don't wanna come.”

you shook your head. “i’m fine.”

“are you feeling little?”

you hated when he asked that question. it only made you want to slip even more, but you couldn't. not right now. “i’m fine.” you repeated.

austin took your hand, “baby-”

“i said i’m fine, can we just go?” you said with an annoyed tone, getting out of the car.

he didn't think anything of it, although still concerned about you. he took you to where you'd be sitting and introduced you to a few people, telling you not to hesitate to ask for snacks or water if needed.

it was going smoothly. you were enjoying watching him act, watching everyone in motion and hard at work. austin frequently checked on you between takes to make sure you were okay.

after a few hours it started getting to you. the loud noises, the yelling and everyone moving so quickly, the wheels of the make up and coffee carts squeaking loudly against the metal floor. you brought your fingers to your mouth once again, chewing anxiously at your nails.

you just wanted to go home. to cover yourself with a blanket and be in your safe space in your room, not surrounded by strangers and all the bright lights and commotion. your leg bounced up and down at a fast pace as you sunk deeper into your chair, trying to stop yourself from slipping but you couldn't help it. tears began to pool at your eyes, nails still between your teeth till you moved to picking at a loose string on your sweater. anything to avoid getting caught by austin.

austin knew when you were little. he knew when you were close to slipping or when you were trying to hide it. while looking away in a scene, he looked over at you and he just knew. he held his hand up, “i’m sorry,” cut was yelled. everyone around him looked confused.

you sat up quickly, watching austin walk over to the director and discussing something before jogging over to you.

he placed a hand on your shoulder. “hi honey,” he said in a soft tone. “daddy’s gonna take you home now, okay?”

“b-but–” you stammered out. “‘m fine. 's fine, keep goin’. ‘m okay.”

“no, baby. you aren't okay.” he sighed, squatting in front of your chair. “why didn't you tell daddy you were feelin’ tiny today?” he asked and took ahold of one of your hands, gently rubbing the back of it with his thumb.

you looked down shyly, “too busy.”

austin gave you a soft, apologetic smile. “never too busy for you.” he stood up and held out his hand, “you can come have a snack while i get changed and we’ll go straight home. that alright?”

“okay.” you took his hand and stood up, walking with him to his trailer. “can i get a new bunny on the way home?”

“baby, i just bought you a purple one not too long ago. do you really need another one?” he chuckled, helping you up the steps to his trailer.

“yes.” you pouted, sitting on the couch.

austin looked at you with hands on his hips, unable to resist the tiny pout of your lips. “alright, fine.”

#austin x reader #austin butler x reader

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taytjiefourie · 2 years

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In-depth character sheet template.

Some people create characters on the fly, they add life and passion to their characters with no help but their imagination. Sadly not all of us are like that. I personally need some help, I need to plan and I need inspiration.

When you start on a character it can be hard to come up with the first idea, for this, I would use a theme, a color, a word, perhaps even a trait or hobby and I base my characters around this one thing, slowly fleshing them out into something more real, more relatable.

The character sheet I'll be sharing is one I compiled over a period of time, it's not remotely complete and I'll jump back in here every now and then just to add more or change up a few things.

a tip: don't just fill in, flesh out.

what I mean by this is try not to simply fill in the sheet, but also give reasons for your answer, instead of simply writing down what nickname your character may have, explain it, who gave it to them, do they remember the memory of when they got it? what is the memory? what does the nickname mean? who uses it? why only them?.

What a lot of people fail to realize is that your character isn't just there a plot tool. A lot of the details you will fill out on the character sheet are useless to the plot, and it's not information you will ever 'tell' your readers, but then what use is it? say your characters are all having lunch, they're chatting and eating and having the time of their lives. now your MC nibbles on her minimal food, she covers her mouth when she talks, she finishes every crumb on her plate while the others have plenty leftover from their big meals, and she cleans up and packs her side neatly before leaving. all this is useless information but it gives your character depth, you won't write this in excruciating detail. it will more than likely just be small comments throughout the main dialogue or scene. then another scene pops up, MC and friend walk past a vendor, MC buys a small snack, something cheap compared to friends, once again she nibbles, she covers her mouth and she throws the packaging in the trash. This shows habits and leaves your readers to speculate. it's not a notable amount of words. just small actions that barely make a dent in a chapter but it allows readers to figure out your character for themselves by nothing of these things. Readers are more likely to love a character they figure out themselves than one they are told about.

Back when I first started making characters, I had a lot of trouble fleshing them out and making them feel real. I went from character sheet to character sheet and I never really could get it right, but eventually, I realized my biggest mistake was that I’m filling out the sheet but not my character, I was being too flat and my characters had no life. So, I started doing more than just filling in the empty spaces in a sheet and started adding more than the ‘needed’ information

Below you will find my own creation sheet I use when making a new character as well as what extra details I add to give life to them.

Name:

The easiest names to come up with are the normal ones you find on our planet, if your comic or world takes place on normal earth you can mostly just google things like ‘baby names’ ‘Japanese names’ ‘Norse names’ ‘medieval names’ ‘Zulu names’ ‘French names’ and you will find tons of them if you want names with specific meanings simply search ‘names that mean...’

Now when coming up with unique names for a fantasy/sci-fi plot it can be a bit harder. There are two methods I personally use when looking for unique names.

Method 1:

The first method, I generally use when naming anything and not just my characters, I use it for races, animals, creatures, cultures, abilities, buildings, planets, foods...

Pick a few words, a phrase or a sentence that describes the thing you are trying to name ‘loud and aggressive but loyal’

Combine different parts of these words or this sentence to make one single word ‘loud and aggressive but loyal’ = ‘oundagsiloy’

Play around with adding and removing letters until it sounds right to you.

‘Zorasilo’ as you can see, I added ‘Z’ & ‘R’ but removed ‘U’ ‘D’ ‘G’ 'N' and ‘Y’

Method 2:

This method is by far my favorite to use when I name characters, I use Pinterest for this myself but google works just fine.

Look through names and what their meanings are.

Pick the names with meanings that fit your character well, I normally pick two but sometimes I might go for three

Combine these names into one, like with method one you can choose to add or remove a letter or two, I rarely do as the combinations usually give me a nice fantasy feel.

Zuko ‘rage’ + Ragnar ‘warrior from the gods’ = Zugnar, Agnuk, Rako, Nako, Naruk, Gnakozu

My final step would be combining the meanings of the names I used into a new one for my new name

Zugnar ‘warrior from the gods of rage’

I used method 2 for the naming of my characters Brarea ‘gaurdian’; Zatian ‘defender of the people’; Seretan ‘Fiery beauty ‘; Chira ‘home of comfort’ and finally Takamira ‘a song of treasure’

Even if the meaning of their names isn’t used in the story it tells me a bit about my character as I prefer having the meaning actually reflect an aspect of the personality of my character.

Nickname:

Most people when they decide on a nickname for their character tend to use a shortened version of the character's name, this is all well and good but you are trying to make your character seem more real so adding a bit more depth to a nickname is a good idea. Just do not do this for every character, every person in a story having some weird nickname with a backstory is not realistic at all.

Ex. My own character Zatian will be called ‘boomy’ by Brarea as a joke when they first meet, she does not get the best first impression and it is made in reference to his rather explosive personality, it comes from the loud ‘boom’ that an explosive makes when it goes off. Though they eventually will have a better relationship the name sticks due to the fact that it fits his personality, it annoys him and Rea lives for annoying the guy as well as the fact that though his ability is fire, he likes to release the fire in bursts from his body which causes explosions.

As seen above, instead of simply filling out what the nickname for my character is I gave it a story, this adds more life to the character and makes him less flat. When you fill out a character sheet always try to give as much detail as possible and make things up as you go. You can also write down a memory that ties with why this person has this nickname or a memory of when they got it, add their feelings about the nickname, do they hate it? Love it? Why? who gave it to them? when was it given to them? how often is it used?

Character Alignment:

Most people both real and fictional can be squashed into a character alignment, this reflects a general moral or personal attitude, which will help shape the expected personality of your character. Do note, that though two characters can have the same alignment, this does not mean they will share a similar personality. Alignments are not a prison cell for your character, characters can vary in personality, ideals, and choices even if they have a similar alignment.

lawful good, neutral good, chaotic good, lawful neutral, neutral, chaotic neutral, lawful evil, neutral evil, or chaotic evil.

Chaotic Good: These are characters who are good people but do not stand by law and order, often they even hate these two things.

Lawful Neutral: These are characters who obey the law more than caring about good vs evil. They often hold not a care whether laws are good or bad, though they can have enough morals to see when laws are being abused or are downright unfair.

True Neutral: These characters tend to keep a balance or simply don't care. You will often find that they return the treatment they receive.

Chaotic Neutral: These are characters that are not necessarily good or evil, they act based on what is best for themselves. They don't truly have a side and are basically just a bunch of pricks.

Lawful Evil: These characters tend to follow certain rules and often force them on others. These would be characters such as tyrants or corrupted officials, they usually have some powerful position that can be used to their benefit.

Neutral Evil: These are the most common type of evil characters and usually the type of ones you run into. They are simply selfish and see nothing wrong with killing or hurting others for their own gains.

Chaotic Evil: These babies are your psychopaths. They're crazy buggers who don't have nor care about morals. They commit crimes without care and it doesn't bother them one bit. or they see others as tools to use and exploit.

Ability:

Does your world have super powers or unique abilities? What is the power of your character? How do they use it? How did they get it? What do they call it? Is there something about their power that scares them? How has their power affected them in their life?

Weapon of choice:

Does your character need a weapon in your story? What weapon is it? What is its function? How did they get it? What is it called? How do they use it? Do they have a signature move with it? where do they carry it? is there a memory tied to when or how they got it?

Age :

Age is an important aspect of your character. When you work on their age consider the experience your character will have already needed or that they will have throughout your story, a 30-year-old has far too much experience to fit in the role of someone who is going through that blissful and sometimes naive first love, a 12-year-old doesn’t have the experience or emotional control that a 70-year-old war veteran has when it comes to watching their friends die, consider how much your character will learn or how much they already know, consider how you want the people to feel about your character, a 12-year-old watching their friends die will be more emotional and their reaction will be more of a heartbreaking mess bigger tears, screaming, denials, they don’t have the experience to handle it better, whereas a war veteran will be a more controlled, sad acceptance, more expecting and possibly more silently broken.

Next, you need to think about your story's timeline, how long will we be following your character? What needs to happen and will the age you chose reflect well with what you have planned? Say you choose to write a 12-year-old main character and three years down the timeline your character needs to get pregnant, unless your goal was teen pregnancy then you’ll need to change the age.

You will also need to consider the background of your character, for instance, your character has this dramatic background, they were kidnapped and experimented on, but they rebelled and fought against their captors, they escape and stay on the run, and your character led the rebellion, then they went back to take over the place that they were a prisoner in. This is their background, now they are doing whatever for your story but they are ten years old. That is not believable, it doesn’t matter how cool you want your character to be, it needs to be realistic, maybe 17 or 18 I can see but 10?

Due to all the specifics needed when coming up with the age, I usually leave it for last and only decide when I have my character's background and the basic plot line planned out.

DOB:

Is the date of birth important? For the fans of your story, yes for the plot that’s a solid maybe. A lot of people would say it holds no significance but I can argue against that, what if birthdays are important to your character? What if some major plot point happens on your character's birthday? It could be a romance and the main couple kiss for the first time on one of their birthdays, it could be horror with your characters going to a haunted place on their birthday. Birthdays can also simply be important to the world you made or the culture in your world.

Ex. The culture Zatian belongs to and which Brarea and Seretan slowly join holds the date of birth in high regard and it is always a big celebration planned by the family and friends, this has an important role in the friendship between the three as Zatian’s birthday is during a school day and his family is too far to hold the usual celebration, Rea and Tanny though realize this and secretly plan a birthday party with their entire class, and they do it in the traditional style that his culture normally does it. This is the first big moment in the story where Zat realizes and accepts the friendship of the two girls. Zat in return arranges the surprise birthday party for the girls, along with Chira and Takamira. Birthdays become an important event to the group of friends.

Astrological sign:

Like the DOB the importance of this counts on your own world, for my own story with Brarea and her friends, I don’t use astrology as this is something ‘earth’ and not used on the planets and galaxies in my own world.

You can also use Astrology to perhaps help you decide on when your DOB will be by matching the sign that best fits with your character and picking a date from there, or you can use it to start your character building if you don’t know where to begin and what to do with their personality.

Eye Color:

Note: you don’t have to do their physical looks right now, if you want you can skip over this and come back to it later, I normally leave how they look for last

Picking an eye color can be easy just match it to the hair, but other times it’s not so easy, as people love reading into things and breaking apart your character's visuals and connecting said visuals to their personality. It is done quite often by avid fans of a story, especially when it comes to drawing comics. You can go with a stereotype or break away it’s your choice.

Ex. Red is usually associated with Dangerous, Rage, Anger, aggressive, fierce, strong, has a connection to fire, demonic characters often have this color, and dark characters or villains also often have red eyes. Vampires are often seen with red eyes. Characters that fit this would be Flare Corona from Fairy Tail or Bakugo Katsuki from My Hero Academia

Eye shape

Now the eye shape can tell us a lot about a character, the bigger the eyes the more innocent, soft, sweet, or kind the character is, and the narrower it goes the more mature, realistic, and serious the character seems.

similar to the color though, you don't have to work with stereotypes at all.

Body/build:

What is the body of your character like? Are they lean and fit, do they have a bodybuilder-like physique? or are they small with softer features? How meaty are they? Do they have a rectangle build? A circular one? Oval? Hourglass? Triangle? Inverted triangle? Are their shoulders wide, do they have wide or small hips? What about their waist? Are their legs long or short? Do they have wings? A tail? Horns? Explain the physical features of the body and the muscles.

Make sure that the body of your character meets the physical conditions that they would need to fit in with their back story.

Height:

Skin:

What is the color? Why this specific one? Do they have scales? Hair? Feathers? Birthmarks? Where did the skin type come from if it’s more unique?

Face Features:

What is the shape of their face? Is it circular? heart-shaped? box-shaped? Rectangle? Diamond? Oval?

Hair Color:

Counting on your preferred style of work the color of the hair can play an important part in the image of your character, in most cases, the lead characters usually have the most interesting color and/or style of hair, this is to set them apart from the rest of the background cast. Though this is not a rule and if you prefer a plainer style for your own main character that is perfectly fine.

If you prefer a more Anime like style then I would suggest looking up the stereotypical view on the various colors of hair they use, as it tends to reflect the personality of the character, this is not a set rule of course and you can easily just use whichever color you prefer.

Hair Description:

Is it worn in a specific style? Is it long or short? Do they have bangs?

Hair can play a rather important role in the image a character presents, once again this is related to stereotypes. Wilder hair tends to represent wilder, brash, or energetic characters, for female's hair tied in a pony can represent sporty characters, or counting on where it’s tied it can show a sophisticated/ elegant character instead, for men long tied hair usually comes off more elegant, short boy cut on woman are tomboyish and shows a tough character, buns can give a more mature look, twin buns can seem more innocent and sometimes childish. Spiked all over the place or otherwise called ‘Shonen’ hair tends to fit with brash and loud/rude characters, for instance, Ichigo from Bleach, Naruto from Naruto, Soul from Soul eater, Bakugou from My hero Academia, Natsu from fairy tail.

Does your character resemble anyone?:

Is there anyone who your character takes after in looks? Who is it? How do they look similar? Is it just family or do they mysteriously resemble some other person and it might later become important to the plot? Or maybe it’s just a coincidence? Why do they resemble this person? How do they resemble this person?

Ex. Brarea looks extremely identical to two people that will both become important to the story at a far later time, she has no actual relation to either of them. There is also a perfectly good reason for the resemblance which will be important to the plot.

Do they have problems with health?:

Asthma? Low blood pressure? Diabetes? Missing organs? Damaged bones? Bad eyesight? How do these problems affect your character? Does it interfere with the plot? How does it affect the story and/or the character write a small example?

Clothes:

What does your character wear? Think up a work/school outfit, a casual outfit for day-to-day, a fitness outfit for if they exercise, a date outfit, and a fancy outfit for events. Why do they prefer this style of an outfit? Remember clothes say a lot about a person.

Bedroom/house:

What does their room or house look like? What style of furniture do they prefer? Is it arty? Are there a lot of patterns? Is it neat? Is it messy? Is it minimalistic? What do they have in there? Skateboards? Posters of bands/celebs? Posters of movies? Posters of anime? Books? Music instruments? Paintings? An easel for painting? how is it orginased?

Mannerism:

What habits does your character have? Do they rub their neck when embarrassed? Bite their lip when sad? Do they toss their hair? Tilt their head when they are in thought? grind their teeth? Scratch their head? Flare their nostrils?

when you pick mannerisms remember to reflect them in the story, if your character bites their lip when nervous, make them bite their lip when you write a scene where they're nervous. and when another similar scene pops up, do it again. don't put attention to it, just write it and move on. your readers will pick up on it. Do not! do not tell the readers why they do it! do not make an entire passage explaining that the MC bites their lip when nervous. let the readers figure it out for themselves. It makes a character more real and hooks readers better when they have to actually pay attention to figure a character out instead of just being told everything about the character.

Occupation:

Tell me about what they do, do they have a job or are they in school?

If they have a job what work do, they do? where do they work? What is their relationship with their boss? What is their relationship with their co-workers? Is there one worker or a few they really don’t like? Why? Is it the worker's personality or did something happen between them? Make a scenario. Do they have friends amongst the workers? Do the workers sometimes go out together? what do they do together? do they have any good or bad memories from when they went out with their workers?

If they go to school, what classes do they have? Is it a specialized school? A school for heroes? Mechanics? What are their favorite classes, and what are their worst classes? Who do they hang out with during lunch breaks? Tell me about the relationship they have with their different teachers, they hate a certain teacher why? They love a different one why?

Do they like their occupation? Why? Why not?

Education:

If their occupation was school ignore this, if not tell me about what their education was like, where did they go to school, what did they study, what were their best classes, what was their worst, and who was their friends in school, are they still friends or did they drift apart? Who were their favorite teachers, and who did they hate? Do they still keep in contact with any of their old teachers?

Religion/culture:

Tell me a bit about your character's religion and culture, what beliefs do they have, and what day-to-day things do they do because of this? What habits do they have because of this? What do they avoid because of their religion and culture? Don't explain an entire religion just how it affects your character and their lives as well as the plot.

Personality Traits:

Give me three of your character's best traits, are they active? Affectionate? Brave? Loyal? Confident? Considerate?

Now give me their three worst, are they rude? Aggressive? Obnoxious? Lazy? Gullible?

Every person has flaws, and flaws can affect the story, now that you have the main traits, give me a few scenarios where the traits come into play.

Your character is aggressive but considerate, a person bumps into them, they turn around and yell at the idiot that didn’t watch where they were going, they start to walk away but notice that the idiot is rubbing at their ankle, the person who ran into your character twisted their ankle when they fell, your character grumbles and picks them up, they carry them to the nurse while glaring and complaining all the way.

Also, remember that sometimes even their positive traits can be bad for them, they can be brave but sometimes too brave and run into situations that they might not come out of the same, or their friends run in after them and get hurt because your character might be brave but they weren’t strong enough for the enemy at that point.

Fears:

What does your character fear? Give them one big defining fear, loneliness, being hated, being left behind, it doesn’t need to be a fear they know they have; it can be an unconscious one, not everyone knows what their biggest fears are, your character might just discover it over the course of your story or never realize it at all, but your readers might pick up on it if you write it well.

Now give your character some small fears, spiders, the dark, a bee, needles... or maybe your character just doesn’t have any, maybe your character starts off with none but they get traumatized and end up with fears.

Now finally give me a reason as to why your character fears what they do, they drown so they end up with a fear of water, their family dies of poisoning so they only eat food they make themselves.

Coping Mechanism:

How does your character cope with everything that happens to them? The stress, the worry, the pain, how do they deal? what habits have they picked up as a coping mechanism?

Dreams/Goals:

Your character's dreams and goals can and probably will affect the story you make, so list them out and tell me why do they have these dreams and goals? What made it so they chose to walk the path they do?

It's okay not to have dreams and goals for all of your characters, but I would suggest making sure most do, it will help people feel relatable but having a character that’s just there and going with whatever because they don’t have any big goals or dreams is fine, not every person has big dreams and aspirations in life.

I mean I can relate to a character that has no dreams or goals and is simply there because they're just hanging with their friends who get into all sorts of weird stuff.

Family:

What is their family like? Do they have siblings? How are they treated in the family? How were they raised? What traits and what pieces of their personality or hobbies came from their family? Are they rich? Middle class? Poor? Are they dead? How did they die? What effect does the family have on your main character? what relationship do they have with each member? is it blood family or chosen?

Character Growth:

Your character grows with your story, they learn new things, and their personality and the way they handle things adapt over time as they learn the lessons life throws at them.

Tell me what lessons has your character already learned and/or what lessons will they be learning; how do these lessons affect them and change them? What does this mean for your plot?

Ex. Though Seretan is a very confident, loud, and bold girl she is not a leader and follows Brarea, she does not have confidence as a leader and usually stays out or keeps herself busy when the other ‘leaders’ plan, but eventually in the story she will be forced to take up a position as a leader, this will happen several times and over time her confidence in her leading ability and herself grows.

‘I can’t do it, I’m not good enough, I’ll lead us into defeat’ -- ‘I can’t do it but I have to, we will win I can’t let us loose’ -- ‘I won’t accept defeat, we will walk away as the winners, there is no if, in this situation, we will do it’

Optimistic or pessimistic:

Which one is your character? Is it obvious or less so? How does it affect your character? How does it affect your plot? Are there scenes where this can positively or negatively affect your story? Why are they optimistic or pessimistic and not the other? What life experience made them think this way?

What one thing would they change about themselves?:

Why would they change this thing? Pretend you are arguing about it with them and that it’s not such a bad thing, what are their responses to your arguments? Write it out.

Self-esteem:

Do they have high self-esteem? A low one? A relatively normal one? Is it obvious? Do they hide it behind a mask? How does it affect them and the people around them, how does it affect your story? do they have a superiority complex and inferiority one?

Hobbies:

Give your character some hobbies that they like, do they dance? Draw? Write? Walk? Play the drums? Stalk celebrities? Photography? Game? Cook? Karate? Do they train?

Who are their important people?:

Who are the people most important to them and their lives? The good ones, the bad ones, and the horrifying ones?

How do they see themselves?:

What is the image they have of themselves and how does it compare to the way the people that surround them, see them?

What is their relationship with food?:

How do they eat? Do they scarf it down or savor it? Home-cooked meals or takeaway? Waste or make only the minimal?

How are they with Money?:

How do they spend their money? Do they spend every dime they earn? Or do they save up? Do they buy stocks? Has it in savings accounts or is it finished even before they get it? Do they gamble it? Hoard it? Spend it freely on their friends/family?

Emotional or logical?:

How do they deal with an argument? Do they believe in things like serenity? Do they use their heart or mind when making plans?

What is their voice like?:

Is it soft and light? Deep? Is it chipper? Filled with disdain? Cold? Mocking?

How do they talk?:

In short clipped sentences? Long sentences? Big words? Proper? Do they shuffle between short sentences and longer ones? Do they use slang? Do they swear? Sarcasm?

The next step to making your character real, would be to write about them, take story prompts and write how your character would be in those prompts, look up embarrassing scenarios, cute scenarios, and scary scenarios... and write how your character would respond in these situations.

take those 20 questions or get to know you questions and hold an 'interview' with your characters, write how they respond to these questions, what their answer is, and if they're with other characters how these characters react to the answers given. It's also a good way to figure out how all your characters see each other, by figuring out how they'd respond to the answers being given, or how hesitant they are to answer in front of the other characters.

A bonus step would be to write a character sheet for your own characters' family, mainly the parents and siblings but if any other family shows up in the story make one for them too. If the family doesn’t play a big role, the sheet doesn’t have to be as in detail, for me though I would rather take it that extra mile just to make my characters feel more real. Remember if your character doesn’t feel real to you, they certainly don’t feel real to your readers.

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Hello hello! Can I pretty pretty please get something about Lee hard pining? He's very pretty and i just love the idea of him having a cute crush ♡

Have a lovely day!

VERY SORRY THAT THIS IS LATE AND I FEEL AS IF I DIDNT CAPTURE THIS REQUEST PROPERLY word count: 1.1k ─⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ Lee x gn!reader ─⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─

Notes and a coin

The flashes of colors bursting from the screen as a Wuxia fight scene continues to play. Silently you and a certain perro from the LDA were too focused to even give the thought to look around you another look.

As the action got more intense you were at the edge of your seat as you rooted for the character you liked in the show.

"Come on…! Come onnnnn!!!"

"Oy- you two can you tone it down?" The weight beside your seat dipped as you felt something behind.

"Oh! Mr. Lee!" You're focused shifted from the screen to the face of a smiling Lung. The feeling of his tail slightly curling around your waist as Lee boredly smiled at you with his eyes closed.

"I didn't expect you to arrive, I guess I just got so absorbed in watching the show with Hung that I didn't even notice you." A small chuckle leaving your lips, scratching your head along.

Lee still had his closed eyed smile as he chuckled along with you.

You were currently here at the LDA to give an operation notice from the doctor to Mr. Lee but got swept up with Aak's antics leading to Hung getting you out of the feline's fur, even preparing a meal for you and now watching a Wuxia show with him.

"O-oh! Right right! I forgot, I'm supposed to give an operation request to you Mr. Lee, uhm if you don't mind, may we discuss the operation request in your office?" Your voice slightly carrying an embarrassed tone from being found like this.

Lee said nothing as he just smiled, you can't help but wave your hand in front of his snout.

"Terra to Mr. Lee? Terra to Mr. Lee??? Helloooo???"

"A-ah! Ahaha I must've fallen asleep there~ ahem." The lung stood up from his seat, the tail behind you following suit as you stood up as well.

"Oh I suppose you guys are gonna get to work, I'll clean this up then." Hung voiced as he paused the show on the tv. “Yes, thank you again Mr. Hung for accommodating me.” You bowed as Lee waited for you in the corridor as you waved at Hung before walking in Lee's direction.

“Ah wait Mr. Lee, would you mind if I use the bathroom for a bit? I just need to freshen up before the meeting starts.” Lee quips a questioning look towards you. “Now now operator (Name), This isn’t some formal business meeting, you already look good.” “Oh no it’s more of a personal thing, and besides you’re our partner Mr. Lee, I'd want to at least represent Rhodes Island as a respectable figure so please.” Lee let out a laugh, amused by your explanation. “Well now I can't deny you with that explanation. The bathroom’s just the 3rd door down the hallway.” You thanked the Lung before making way to the bathroom.

As Lee saw your figure enter the bathroom, the door shutting, a deep sigh escaped his lips, he was sure his face was burning red if ever he was seen. He’d been watching you ever since he got back from strolling the streets, watching along with Hung. Your little quirks while watching was endearing to him, standing there observing as your face kept painting different emotions.

He didn’t know when it started but to his eyes you’ve become so lovely, so dearly close to his heart. Yet unwarranted fear crept to him, gnawing at him as his doubts crashed underneath those easygoing smiles of his.

Lee unconsciously walked towards the bathroom door, hearing your humming was enough to make his heart skip. The Lung tried to speak but his voice couldn’t even dare to interrupt that angelic humming of yours, with a defeated sigh he only placed his hands in his pocket. As his hands reached for his pockets, he almost forgot that he’d had sticky notes given to him by a kid he helped for directions and strangely gave him sticky notes.

As if getting an idea, Lee grabbed a pen that was also conveniently in his pocket, writing down something on the sticky note, leaving it on the door of the bathroom.

Finally deeming that you were much more presentable than earlier, you stepped out of the bathroom with a satisfied and determined face. Looking around you can’t find Mr. Lee in the corridor. “Mr. Lee? Mr. Lee where-” You notice a sticky note on the bathroom door.

“I’m at the study ;>” You couldn’t help but snicker from the written emoticon. Mr. Lee must’ve written the note to know where he went. Without anymore dilly dallying, you went straight to Mr. Lee’s study.

Nearing the study, you saw another note on the ground and a coin next to it. Picking both up you read the note. “Ahhh I must’ve dropped my lucky special coin, care to return it to me?” “Special lucky coin…?” Why does it suddenly feel like Mr. Lee is playing a trick on me? Disregarding those thoughts, you continued towards his study arriving at the study door, knocking on it before entering. “Mr. Lee what are these notes-”

“I like you-” “Huh…?” “Ah-”

You both stood there dumbfounded as you both processed what happened.

Lee was the first to speak with what you think was a blush on his face. “(Name)! You’re already here-” “What did you say, Mr. Lee?” You spoke, cutting his sentence as you stared at Lee with an intensity he didn’t know you had. “Well- Uh- now now- what I mean to say is-” This was the first time you’ve seen Mr. Lee this flustered, a contrast to his calm and almost smug attitude.

“Agghhhh! Fine fine, I like you alright?” It felt like a damn had been lifted inside Lee’s chest as he said those words.

“Mr. Lee…? You like me…?” You stood dumbfounded as you gripped the sticky note and coin that was on your hands.

“YES! I mean. Yes, I have been liking you for a long time now I suppose… ahaaaa” Lee could only sigh as he rubbed his temples. “Well since this isn’t a secret anymore I have some explaining to do right?” The Lung could only chuckle as he sat down on with a sigh. “You… (Name)... I don’t know when it started but every single time we’ve interacted it feels as if my heart would leap out of my chest, haha sometimes I’d even wonder if I’d become a Feranmut if my heart jumped enough, kidding of course.” Lee carried a look of adoration and affection that you’ve never even seen before. “Mr. Lee-” “Sorry it must be quite uncomfortable talking about this, let’s get on with wo-” “Mr. Lee.” The second time you’ve cut him off. “I… Pffft!” You couldn’t help but start laughing from Mr. Lee’s, what you assume, confession. “I- Ahaha- “ You swore you saw Mr. Lee get a bit offended before laughing along with you. “You like me?” “I do.” “Well, I can’t deny Mr. Lee’s feelings since I… aha… also like Mr. Lee in a romantical context.”

You felt your whole body propel forward, strong hands embracing you.

“Then will you be mine?”

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A study on prosecutors -- (previous) (next)

Achtung, baby! It's time to talk about Klavier Gavin.

So, I've all ready delved into Klavier a few times, but hopefully I can lay out all my cards efficiently right here. I think the way he's presented to us is really interesting because it is, initially, so hard to get a bead on this man. Is he just here to laugh at us? Is he really here for the truth and nothing more? What is up with him??

The answer is pretty simple: he's doing the best he can under the weight of everything that's been laid over him.

We're introduced to Klavier in a quick but really impactful manner; he looks almost exactly like Kristoph, our former boss whom we just put away for murder. He says his iconic, "I'm used to being stared at by the ladies, but this is the first time I've felt this way with a man" (unhinged of him, really) and then helps us onto the crime scene before disappearing without so much as an explanation. "Ask the wind; I'll be riding on it!" indeed, sir. And here's where I admit something rather embarrassing; I totally glossed over this as a kid. It never occurred to me that this was such a wild thing to say to someone before dipping. Maybe I was as distracted as Apollo by the fact that this man looked too much like Kristoph? Maybe I was just immediately distracted by Ema and the crime scene? I can't remember! All I know is that this line being iconic is only something I figured out later because it never really registered to me.

But anyway, the impression we're left with is that he's definitely some flavour of involved. We just don't know how until the start of the trial.

Klavier starts the trial off with a bang. Music, showboating, this man's got it all! It almost seems like he's putting on a show rather than doing his actual job up until he calls his first witness. Apollo being fed up immediately with him is then replaced by the realisation that oh, he actually can do his job. And well, too. More questions about him surface; why hasn't he been in a trial for seven years? Why are his remarks towards us laced in such bitterness after that greeting we got from him? Why hasn't he even brought up his brother once??

It's intrigue which draws you in. It's intrigue and the desire to find out what the heck his deal is.

Perhaps it's because he gets to watch us and Apollo fumble our way through our first two objections that his tone shifts. Or maybe it's because Trucy decides to hold herself for ransom to buy some time; either way, Klavier starts to suddenly have way more fun in the second half of the day's trial. It's a shift in the atmosphere you can feel, even as we all devolve into absurdity. (He also just lets Trucy get away with that. In a single move, in a single day, he proves himself so different than any other prosecutor we've ever faced before. We're still wary of him, prosecutors are meant to be our opposition, but he's handily disproved any of our initial misgivings about him. He's far more accommodating than he should rightly be. And yet that bitterness he held stays at the forefront of our minds; there's something not quite right here.)

Of course, as the investigation picks back up, we learn what it is we were missing this whole time: Klavier was the prosecutor what got Phoenix disbarred. The one who was working that case and proved Phoenix used forged evidence, even. It puts some of his actions into perspective. It certainly explains that bitterness, considering he still never even mentions his brother. But it places us into an even more confusing position. Are we supposed to like this guy? Is he pulling the wool over our eyes and playing a long con? What is it this guy wants??

Running into him again and him throwing yet another flirt our way doesn't help answer anything. He's far too willing to be nice to us when we're meant to be at odds. He's nice, even; not just civil, but nice.

The second trial day helps cement his character: what Klavier wants, first and foremost, is to uncover the truth. (It makes sense, of course, once we learn the context. After that disaster of a first trial, in which he was too young and reckless and still didn't really win, of course the truth would become a priority for him. He couldn't get close to it the first time around. He's gotta make up for those past seven years of running.)

He pushes you towards this truth, even willing to lead you to it by the hand. It makes you wonder if you should be trusting him at all. He's the prosecutor, he's your opponent. You're meant to fight him, not work together so immediately. There has to be something more here; he's a prosecutor, he got Phoenix disbarred, his brother was a murderer.

But, no. Klavier proves himself an ally before the second case is even done.

Klavier proves himself terribly strange as he then provides us tickets to his concert and makes us pay for them.

Case 3 is usually where we get a deeper look into the prosecution's character and here is no exception. Klavier's general air of ease and showboating reveals itself to be a carefully constructed act, one not entirely false but one not entirely truthful, either. His meltdown at his concert going awry speaks of the perfectionism he's endured, of his own sense of pride. He's stressed out and his pretty little mask slips a bit, but it only helps you and Apollo rest easier because this man isn't as perfect as he tries to present himself as. It's the type of slip that makes you realise he's more human than rock star god or whatever.

He is also ridiculously loyal, a trait that gets tested continuously from here on out.

Of course he doesn't want to believe anyone in his band could have done the murder. But his refusal to acknowledge what Apollo witnessed from a dying man still stings. It's still baffling how he can argue with a straight face that Machi managed to perform this crime, although that's less an issue with him and more an issue in this case. His near belligerence in believing Apollo is understandable, as is Apollo's own eagerness to solve this case going wrong as he accidentally throws more suspicion onto his client. This time, it's not a hand to hold Klavier offers us, it's a curt smile and the incorrect truth.

When Daryan is implicated, we get to see even more of that mask slip.

Speaking with Klavier in his office is such an interesting scene. So many things are happening here, from seeing him actively annoyed at the agents at the other end of his call to this small show of trust of sharing details of this case. It struck me even then that he called himself a "scourge prosecutor"; why would he consider himself like that? All he's done so far is get a man disbarred for using forged evidence and help us towards the truth in the previous case. What sorts of regrets has he been ruminating on to call himself that? He's done nothing but work on his band over the past seven years. (He's done nothing but run these past seven years.) I'm not entirely sure when I started actually liking Klavier. Even now, I'm not really sure I even do like him. What I can say, though, is this conversation with him in his office definitely made me sympathise with him and find him annoying in equal measures. He boasts a big game of wanting the ladies to notice him, of treating each of his guitars like they're his lovers, yet he calls himself a scourge and is running desperately away from something. There's something so deeply complicated in him that I can't help but offer him my understanding.

The second day of the trial, things go pretty wrong pretty quick. Klavier knows that we can't convict Daryan of this crime without some decisive piece of evidence. He only offers his hand to us at the last minute, wanting to believe in his friend until the bitter end. It's right here that you realise why it is he hasn't brought up his brother once so far; he can't face what it is his brother's done yet. There's some sort of proof missing that he needs before he can face this terrible truth.

Perhaps he was right to call himself a scourge. Somehow, it doesn't make you trust him any less.

But we need answers. And the final case is willing to give them.

It seems, at first, completely unrelated to the bigger picture. Of course it would. Phoenix has been a goddamn enigma this whole game. But as the trial goes on, you and Klavier both start to suspect that this is related to something big. That there's a darkness lurking beneath this case and its name isn't easy to speak. When Vera takes the stand and stares at Klavier like she's somehow haunted by a ghost of him, the pieces should click into place right there. They don't, because this game is great at leading you to isane conclusions that you brush off because no that's crazy they wouldn't do that, but they really should.

It's right here, though, in which Klavier really cracks and lays all that pent up bitterness upon you; this girl and her father were the ones who forged evidence for Phoenix Wright.

Smash cut to that fateful trial seven years ago.

Young Klavier is such an interesting snapshot. He's arrogant and full of drive, but woefully lacking in experience. His head's on the right track, you can see some of the foundations for the prosecutor you've gotten to know over the past few trials, but he's so much more reckless. He's charging ahead without putting much thought behind his actions and getting absolutely schooled by Phoenix. (Side note, **this** is my favourite Phoenix ever. He's so confident and sure of himself!! He's capable and doing well on his own!! He's the natural evolution to his seasoned attorney after the original trilogy. He's still a pretty goofy and prone to panicking, but god, I wish they'd taken cues from this version of him instead of his original trilogy self. This is the Phoenix I always knew he would grow into being and we'll never get him outside of this one case. An absolute travesty.)

Unfortunately, his absolute loyalty is still there. And we'll soon find out it's his ultimate downfall.

There's something so sinister about the way Klavier traps us in a corner. The way he forces our hand into presenting that diary page. And then he near preens as he goes on to prove that it's been forged. He's so damn proud of himself for being able to catch this, for having that tip off in his back off. There's a reason why I always write him as having gleefully ruined Phoenix; it really does come off that way.

We the players know it's a mistake. It's not right. And Klavier, though loathe to admit it, knows deep down that there was something off about it, too.

Finally, finally, he has to confront his brother. He has to put that loyalty on the line and break himself to pieces watching his brother abuse that connection they share.

It really is a break, too. Apollo's line of pulling the darkness from Klavier, of helping Klavier out of that pain, of then shouting for Klavier not to give in to his brother's manipulations, I really felt all of it. Klavier is struggling against his loyalty, against what he wants to believe and what he knows has to be the truth. He doesn't get to lead us to the truth this time, but he does get to throw in his own words and confront his brother on what happened.

(Another sticking point for me; why did Kristoph want to absolutely destroy Klavier in his first ever trial? Klavier says he became a prosecutor because it was supposed to be the both of them, finding the truth and working together. It was supposed to be the both of them being brothers, doing good. But to have that forgery, Kristoph had to have asked for it well in advance. Kristoph had to have planned to crush his brother well before he was suddenly fired and replaced by Phoenix. It's so telling that Klavier was willing to do anything, to believe his brother until the end, when Kristoph wanted to crush him from the start. At least, as far as my interpretation of what this could mean goes.)

His speech at the end, of how Kristoph made the law about himself and absolutely lost his way, is great. Good catharsis moment for him that goes unaddressed and unexplored forevermore. I feel it's also undercut a bit by Apollo not having anything to say, but it's still really good. It may have taken a while to fully unpack what the heck he's about, but I can confidently say that Klavier is one hell of a character. His complications, his contradictions, the faces he puts on for us and then takes off; all of it gives him a very special place in my heart. I may want to punt him into the moon sometimes, but I do really love just how fascinating of a write he is.

Now if only he would stop jerking me around and be a more courteous muse...

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