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magioftheseas · 4 years

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How would you rank the sdr2 girls from worst to best written?

That’s pretty hard considering there are like...different kinds of bad writing, from functional bad to offensive bad. But, then again, there’s both of that in sdr2. Also all but one of the girls who die only die in like... Chapters 2-3, the first half of the game, which come to think of it, is extremely fucking weird. Shouldn’t it be more spaced out...?

There’s also just that there are certain things that annoy me more than others, and I’ll maybe try to make note of that? Idk how solid this list is, but... Well, whatever.

Note: I’m only taking sdr2 proper into account.

Decent All Things Considered Tier

Mahiru - Probably the least amount of sexism in her character, with pretty defined flaws that contributed in her dying (her short temper and narrow-mindedness). Guess you could call them...fatal flaws. Hahahaaaa. Ah. Anyway, she was also fairly involved with story events before her death and her personality was pretty consistent. While there are still some issues and inherent sexism in her personality, at least she...still has...one? A nuanced one, at that? She’s not a shallow character, at least. Still, her “be a man shit” is annoying but I’ll take that over the other crap we have in this game.

Sonia - Generally involved and usually palpable in terms of handling. The sexist shit is more Souda’s fault than hers, so I don’t feel like knocking off points for it. The only issue is that she’s lacks big character moments and is overall a static character. She does get more fed up with Souda’s harassment though, which is something, even if nothing comes from it. Bah. Also the romantic subplot with Gundam is fine. It’s probably the most fine a romantic anything has ever been in this franchise. But because she lacks anything super profound, I can’t put her above Koizumi despite liking her more and her...surviving to the end.

There’s At Least Something Here But URGHHHHHHHH Tier

Mikan - Y’know I was pretty resistant to the idea of putting her at third because of her...everything. But, like, even so... I wouldn’t call her inconsistent, I wouldn’t call her shallow, and I think she’s fleshed out a decent amount. It’s just her...everything. Anyway, I’ve gone on length as to why I love Mikan’s writing on paper, supremely tacky and gross execution of her character aside. She’s probably the best example of a deconstruction in sdr2, being a ugu doormat with like, AAAAAAAALL the actual baggage and shittiness that kind of person would have. Mikan’s personality of being emotionally manipulative with a huge victim complex while also being incredibly resentful of those around her (for good reason) is still SUPER fascinating. There’s layers to how she even exploits herself for sympathy points as well as attention. But...y’know... Still inherently pretty gross and not handled deftly by someone who truly understands what a fucked up mentality that is. She’s definitely not palpable...but I guess the actual nuances of her personality make up for it in terms of...whether or not I think she’s at least well-written. Would have less qualms putting her this high if the characters actually learned shit from her.

Hiyoko - WE COULD’VE HAD IT AAAAAAAAAAALL. I love Hiyoko. She’s my other favorite sdr2 girl with Sonia. Bully girls often get a bad rap, but they can be interesting, and Hiyoko’s a particularly stand-out example. She’s not manipulative. She’s in fact, really soft-hearted and sensitive, and she hates those aspects of her, so she targets people specifically for having those traits. She’s insecure! And it makes her shitty! I stan! That she cares for Koizumi for actually reaching out to her is super important. She could’ve been one of the best if not the best...but then Kodaka had her killed for bullshit reasons and had to throw in a dumbass quirk about her not being able to dress herself to justify her bullshit death down the line, so any profound development she could’ve had is just...unceremoniously thrown out the window. It’s really so tragic. Hiyoko deserved so much better.

Peko - What’s worse, a terrible trope that’s fleshed out or a good trope that’s grossly wasted? Tough call, and this is what I ended up with. Still not sure if I made the right decision. Anyway, Peko’s entire character is based on the incredibly sexist trope of Girl Exists For Dude. Thankfully, she makes her own decisions and she’s presented as very woefully unaware of how Kuzuryuu actually feels. Her existing for Kuzuryuu’s sake to the point of happily sacrificing herself is, y’know, a flaw. That gets her killed. So I can pretend that Kodaka is saying it’s a bad thing that she’s like this. He’s probably not, given how Peko’s never really given a reason to live outside of Kuzuryuu, bUT I CAN PRETEND. Although I will say that as annoying as her canonically having romantic feelings for Kuzuryuu is, it’s still incredibly fucking funny seeing Hinata get crushed and rejected.

Just Not Good Tier

Ibuki - I sincerely had no idea where to put her at first. Ibuki’s writing is...fickle, due to primarily being comic relief so more often than not her dialogue and writing is more...jokes...than facets of a personality. And what personality is showcased has little variety. She definitely has those layers but they’re few and far between in the main storyline. And there’s stuff in her FTEs (her strong belief in individuality) that I don’t think comes up. Not to mention there’s completely untapped stuff such as how lonely she must be due to her band splitting, and... Really, she’s just the most wasted of the characters in term of how little she contributes beyond jokes. And sdr2′s sense of humor is pretty fucking shit, so I’m not a fan of a lot of the jokes, either. Ibuki is pretty...ahem, pardon the pun. Pretty one-note. The most offensive part of her character is probably from her attraction to women being portrayed really creepily, which I definitely super hate, but it’s only like...a few lines of dialogue and...I know for a fact how much worse it could’ve been. It could’ve been so, so, so much worse.

Chiaki - Could she have gone above Ibuki? Probably. I mean, her writing *is* more consistent and varied (even if she only has like, two more facets of a personality) buuuuuut. Kodaka literally said she’s his ideal girlfriend. And that grossness *does* seep into her writing to the point where it’s pungent. The fact that she’s idealized and that even her potentially off-putting traits are either meant to be endearing or desirable is... Ew. Pretty ew. But, with all that, she’s bland in what the narrative allows her to offer. Having her be the most moralistic of the cast also makes her pretty annoying when she starts preaching about trust, doubt, hope, killing is wrong, and then she makes excuses as to why she can’t be bothered to be involved with the plot a la Chapter 3 where she doesn’t do shit about the sick kids. She’s seriously more of a mouthpiece than a character and those can be fine...but maybe not so much in sdr2, and definitely not at the expense of other characters developing through learning this shit themselves instead of her having to tell them. The inherent gross sexism that she’s supposed to be Kodaka’s Ultimate Girlfriend sure doesn’t help.

Akane - I honestly feel kinda bad putting her at the bottom but...jeez, the more I think about it, the more Akane’s character really sucks ass. Like, she’s really shallow and uninspired. Even her damn “talent pose” is derivative of Sakura’s just with less ferocity and a panty shot. And as offensive as Nanami’s concept is, at least it can go unnoticed by the player. Akane being Boobs and Food girl is constantly shoved in your face. And the fact she has a history of sexual abuse really, REALLY makes it worse. At least with Mikan, there’s layers. With Akane, there ain’t. She’s just portrayed as too dumb to know any better. Urghhhhh. But what about her personality? Shallow. What about her arc? Frustratingly non-existent. She doesn’t learn a fucking thing despite her flaws actually making her a damn liability. Her...backstory? Well, abuse aside, it’s...weird. Her backstory is about struggling to survive. When...in the main story she's too stupid to live despite being a survivor. So, I don’t think it clicks, much less informs/fleshes out her character beyond giving us a reason for why she’s so sexualized and obsessed with food and...yeah, no thanks. Akane’s writing is the worst, both on the outset and in what little nuance we have.

#Magi answers #anonymous #critical #yah #As much as I generally do like the sdr2 girls the quality of writing for said girls is such a downgrade from dr1 it's despairing #Even dr1's worst girl (at the time) Touko had a lot more to offer than like...almost half of the sdr2 girls #Probably half #Maybe even more than half #tumblr fucked up with the read more because of course it did #whatever

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katastroficwriter · 5 years

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oyés if you’re still taking requests for the holidays howsabout just,,, kiibo learning about holiday traditions and customs from ouma??? also a side of forehead kisses™ because those,, make me Y E L L

All I’m saying is, you totally don’t deserve this update Monica. Geez. You better upload Tuning In’s second chapter or I won’t update KYKM

Kiibo and Ouma had accidentally spent the whole afternoon playing with the children at the orphanage, much to the caretakers and children’s delight. However, even fun and games must come to an end. They had to return to Hope’s Peak before it gets too dark after all. Ouma stopped walking as soon as they entered the dormitory area.

“It seems we got caught in a bind.”

“Huh?” Kiibo paused in his tracks and looked at his companion in confusion. “I don’t understand–”

Ouma sighed, shaking his head before pointing upwards. “Look up, Kiiboy.”

“Oh. A mistletoe,” Kiibo tilted his head. “I don’t see the issue, Ouma-kun.”

“God, how sheltered do you have to be to not even know what’s the deal with mistletoes?” the supreme leader clicked his tongue.

Kiibo frowned, “I do know about the tradition of kissing underneath one! But what I don’t understand is the need to comply. No one’s going to strong-arm us into performing such intimacies–especially if there’s no one around to do so.”

“Oh, you definitely don’t understand how serious this situation is right now, Kiiboy. It’s not the people who you should be worried about, but the mistletoe itself,” Ouma looked up at the greenery hanging above them before shifting his attention back to his mechanical companion.

“Why is that?”

“Because we just got ourselves cursed right now is why,” Kiibo had to blink a couple of times to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating when he saw the supreme leader’s hair turn white and his skin pitch black for a split second. It turns out he really was just seeing things when he saw Ouma in his usual color palette.

The android’s brows furrowed upon processing the supreme leader’s words. “Cursed?”

“Mhm! While it’s true that we don’t have to kiss under it, that only applies on regular days. Things are different if you got caught underneath it on Christmas Day–that’s when the curse takes effect.” Ouma raised his index finger, wagging it a little as he spoke. “Refusing to kiss while the curse is in effect would give us bad luck enough to last us a lifetime. And for a robot like you? You won’t like that at all since you’re practically immortal as long as you play your cards right.”

“Guhhh…That certainly sounds troubling…” Kiibo crossed his arms as he thought. “Well? How do we lift this curse?”

“With a whole lot of kissing, obviously,” the supreme leader nodded his head in the direction of the mistletoe. “See those white berries? Those are what gives the curse power. After every kiss, we can pluck one out. All we have to do is kiss until all the berries are gone–the mistletoe loses its power then.”

Kiibo eyed the shrub, his cheeks took on the color of the red poinsettias he found displayed on the dining hall earlier this morning upon spotting that there were in fact far too many berries than he had expected to see. “Do we really need to get rid of all of them?” he looked at his companion with hope in his eyes.

“Yes. Aaaaaaaall of them!”

And Ouma was quick to plunge the android into despair.

Kiibo grabbed at his head, confused, unsure, nervous at the idea of kissing his classmate multiple times just to undo a curse that may or may not be fabricated by the latter just to tease him.

Ouma huffed out a laugh, “You’re worrying too much, Kiiboy. We don’t have to kiss on the lips for every single berry, you know! That would be boring. A kiss anywhere will suffice.”

“R-really?” Kiibo nervously pressed his fingers together.

“Yeah! Besides, I have no interest in sucking face with someone who has gasoline breath–”

“It seems not even Christmas can sway you from your robophobia…” Kiibo mumbled under his breath.

“Of course not!” snorted Ouma. “Anyway, we better take this mistletoe down and undo the curse somewhere the others won’t see us.”

The android saw the logic in that and nodded his acquiescence. “I’ll go fetch a ladder from the warehouse–”

“No need to bother with that,” the raven-haired Ultimate waved him off as he began climbing up the stairs in the dormitory.

“How else would we be able to take the mistletoe down?” Kiibo quirked a brow, freezing upon realizing something. “…Y-you’re not going to ask me to fly, are you? I’ve told you before that I do not have such function!”

“Don’t be silly, I already know how useless you can be,” Ouma halted in his steps as soon as he was on the second floor, ignoring the android’s noise of protest. “All we need is some faith, trust, and a really cool slingshot!” He grinned as he brandished a slingshot out of his pocket.

“Did you have that in your pocket this whole time?” Kiibo huffed.

“Nah, the kids gave it to me as a present,” Ouma smiled, tugging on the rubber band to test its quality. “It’s a really good one too.”

“Are you seriously planning to use a slingshot to shoot it down?” Kiibo directed his attention to the mistletoe above him.

Ouma let out an offended gasp. “You wound me! I’ll have you know that I have a track record of breaking windows with the precision of a sniper using slingshots!”

“Please don’t break windows intentionally using the gift the children gave you…” mumbled the android.

The raven-haired teen responded by sticking out his tongue before taking his aim. “Anyway, what I mean is I’m a good shot. All you have to do is stand there and catch the thing. Surely even you can do something as simple as that.”

Kiibo let out a sigh before nodding, “Alright. I’ll be sure to catch it.”

“You better!” Ouma huffed before holding his breath to keep his aim steady and true. Once he was ready, he let go of the marble and watched it collide with the mistletoe–leading to its literal downfall, with utter satisfaction. He redirected his attention towards his companion after hearing him wince–probably from the marble falling on his head as he struggled to catch the plant.

Kiibo rubbed his head before picking up the marble to prevent any unfortunate falls. “…That was impressive.”

“Why, thank you!” Ouma proudly did a curtsy with his uniform top. “Now get up here, we got some kissing to do!”

“P-please don’t phrase it that way,” Kiibo’s cheeks heated up as he was reminded of their true task.

“Huuuh? How else do you want me to phrase it? That’s as honest as I’ll ever allow myself to be,” Ouma slipped the slingshot back inside his pocket before sauntering his way towards the robot’s room, giving the door two knocks before flashing an expectant look at the android.

He was already used to the supreme leader’s utter disapproval of having anyone enter his room. They first assumed that Ouma was using it to store illegal goods, but after constantly being placed under the mercy of the shorter Ultimate, Kiibo deduced that he was just ashamed to let everyone enter such a cluttered room. Although Ouma still persists on telling everyone that their prior assumption was the truth.

“Now we need some place to hang this above us, but low enough for us to reach he berries,” Ouma hummed.

“Can’t we just hold it above our heads?” Kiibo murmured. “And before you complain about tiring your arms, the same does not apply to me. I can hold it above us without getting tired.”

“Oh? What’s this? Finally coming to your robo-senses?” Ouma’s eyes sparkled, bouncing on his place on Kiibo’s mostly unused bed. “Kiiboy’s finally embracing his robo-self! I’m so happy!”

“Stop unnecessarily prefixing words with ‘robo,’ also, this is the only option that fit your description,” huffed Kiibo.

“Well, as long as I don’t have to do anything else then it’s fine by me,” Ouma grinned, patting the free space beside him. “Hurry so we can get this over with!”

Kiibo found himself gulping nervously, despite not needing to do such action due to his robotic nature. “Perhaps we should count the berries first so we can estimate how many kisses we need.”

“Mm? I guess that’s not a bad idea. You do it, I believe in your bean-counting skills!” the supreme leader leaned back on his arms, looking at the android with interest. “Just don’t run out of battery power as soon as you finish.”

“Enough with your mocking,” frowned the robot, slightly moving away from his companion to count the snow-white berries. “…Nineteen.”

Ouma clicked his tongue. “So only one of us gets to have an extra kiss in, huh.”

“You sound awfully disappointed for someone determined to lift the curse,” Kiibo narrowed his eyes at the supreme leader. He wasn’t really too sure if Ouma’s claims were true. He never really wondered about the Christmas tradition back then considering his father never really hung up mistletoes or pretend to be Santa for him since the professor was just a simple and honest man. He should consult Shinguuji about this supposed curse as soon as they finish this task.

“Non, non, it’s not that I wanted this at all! But even if it’s a cruddy situation, you might as well make the most of it, riiiight?” Ouma playfully tilted his head to the side. “Anyway, let’s settle who does the smooching first with rock, paper, scissors.”

Kiibo blinked, eyeing the other Ultimate’s closed fist before lifting his own. “Fair enough.”

“Rock! Paper! Scissors!”

“Wha–No way! I actually lost?!” Ouma’s eyes widened in shock. He threw out paper while Kiibo threw out scissors. “Aww man this sucks. Why do you get to have an extra kiss…?”

“You really sound disappointed about this,” Kiibo eyed the other in suspicion. ‘For a moment, it looked like he was going to throw out rock… What is he doing? Sabotaging himself like this…’

“I already told you, you have gasoline breath!” Ouma frowned, aggressively wagging a finger at the android. “If I could skip out on one extra kiss from you then I would.”

Kiibo heaved out a heavy sigh.

“Ouma-kun, mind clarifying something for me?”

“Mm? What is it?”

Aquamarine lenses met deep amethyst orbs.

“Does it really have to be me? Is it perhaps possible to have a third person undo the curse for us?”

Ouma tilted his head to the side. “What made you ask that question?”

The android straightened his posture, clasping his hands above his lap. “…So far you’ve done nothing but spew robophobic remarks my way; not to mention, you have repeatedly expressed your reluctance to do this with me. I was merely wondering if it were possible to have an uninterested person undo the curse instead so you’d have someone you actually prefer kiss you instead.”

He could feel the raven-haired Ultimate scrutinize him with a heavy gaze.

“…Unfortunately, it has to be you,” Ouma smiled.

…He’s smiling? What’s with that?

Kiibo looked at his lap, “I see. Unfortunately, huh. I understand.”

“Aww, don’t be sad, Kiiboy~!” Ouma grabbed the android by his shoulders and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “You can use this chance to do something useful for both of us. That should be rewarding enough. Kisses from me aren’t cheap either, you know!”

“O-Ouma-kun, y-you–!” Kiibo’s face was flushed red.

“Mm? Ohhh. Whoopsie~” the supreme leader leaned back. “That one was invalid, the mistletoe wasn’t above us. We wasted a kiss, darn!”

Despite how flustered he was at that moment, Kiibo found himself narrowing his eyes at the other teen. ‘That was definitely on purpose! …On…purpose? Hold on…’

“Earth to Kiibo!” Ouma poked the android on his forehead. “Raise the mistletoe next time, we’re supposed to get rid of the curse after all.”

Kiibo pursed his lips before nodding. ‘If he’s going to act like this, then two can play at this game.’

The android slowly raised the shrub above him, “Alright. Come closer, please.”

“Aye, aye~” The supreme leader scooched closer to the albino, regarding the latter with an expectant look as soon as he was close enough. “Well?”

Kiibo raised his left hand and cupped the other teen’s cheek, brushing away the hair framing his face. His face felt really soft to the touch, and it was warmer than he had expected. Although Ouma was wearing an empty smile, Kiibo could feel him tense under his touch. He wasn’t the only one nervous about this situation–that’s a relief. “Excuse me–”

“Just go for it, dummy!”

Replicating what the supreme leader had done for him earlier, he pressed a chaste kiss on Ouma’s left cheek. He dropped the hand that was cupping his classmate’s face as he pulled away. One.

“Where do we place the berries? From what I know, mistletoe berries are rather poisonous, correct?”

“…Yeah,” Ouma looked around the room for anything they can use. “You could use the trash bin I guess, it looks empty. You can throw the whole thing in it once we’re through, actually.”

“Okay,” Kiibo plucked a berry from the plant and walked towards the trash bin. He carried the trash bin with his free hand and placed it next to his bed. “Give me a moment, I’ll go wash my hands.”

Ouma simply waved him away, a bored expression taking over his face. Once the android disappeared into his bathroom, the supreme leader kicked his shoes off before shifting into a more comfortable position on the bed and hugged his knees to his chest. He closed his eyes, recounting how the robot’s hand held his face so gently despite his build of steel. Nineteen kisses just for him. This is the Christmas present he’s prepared for himself. Regardless of whether the curse was true or false, it shouldn’t reduce the value of the kisses at all.

He flinched a little when he felt the very hands he’s been thinking of gently shake him by his shoulder. The soft voice he’s learned to love in secret was so, so, very close. “Ouma-kun? Are you feeling ill?”

Ouma lifted his head, making a show of rubbing his eyes as he let out an overly dramatized yawn. “Man, you took forever in there. What were you doing? Were you having fun with yourself just after one kiss?”

“Keep your vulgar thoughts to yourself, please.” Kiibo let out a huff as he returned to his place on the bed. “I was making sure I washed my hands thoroughly. I didn’t want you to get sick simply because I decided against washing my hands.”

“How thoughtful of you~ But anyway, it’s back to curse breaking for us,” Ouma flashed the android a mischievous smile as he passed the mistletoe to the latter. “My turn, of course.”

Kiibo lifted a brow when Ouma had grabbed a hold of his free hand, aquamarine lenses widened as soon as he realized what the supreme leader intended to do.

“Mmm-mm! It’s all nice and clean, just like you said,” the shorter teen nodded with approval. He then raised Kiibo’s hand to his lips, making sure to maintain eye contact as he pressed a kiss on the robot’s hand. Two.

It was satisfying to watch the robot trying but ultimately failing to keep his feelings hidden. He’s such an open book to him–which is precisely why Ouma felt safe. Safe to slowly but surely bare his more vulnerable self to the android. Ouma reached upwards to pluck a berry and dropped it into the trash bin. “Your turn.”

Kiibo blinked a couple of times before the words registered in his mind. “A-ah, yes, of course.” His face was still a little red from the kiss earlier. Kind of odd since it was just a hand kiss.

The android simply kissed him on his other cheek. Three.

And so Ouma retaliated with an equally boring kiss on his fingers. Four.

Ouma’s hand. Five.

Kiibo’s cheek. Six.

Ouma’s fingers. Seven.

The other cheek. Eight.

Ouma was starting to get bored of the exchange. Even if every kiss from the android still made his heart flutter, the fact that it was starting to resemble a Kissing Bingo made it a little…. He froze in place when he felt surprisingly warm lips linger on his forehead. Nine. Perfect. Because he felt like he was at cloud nine at the moment and by God, he’s not descending any time soon.

“Ouma-kun? It’s your turn.”

“I know already.”

As though to return the favor, Ouma mimicked the android’s kiss. Ten. They were making quick work of the mistletoe berries, and consequently, they were running out of places to kiss. Kiibo knew this too, and that’s why he’s become increasingly nervous as more and more berries got plucked out of the mistletoe. No one said they couldn’t kiss the same place twice, and yet it seemed like there existed an unspoken rule which said otherwise. Ouma tapped an ear with a knowing look, to which he was responded with a nervous look and eventually, a nod.

“E-excuse me…” Kiibo whispered as he invaded the supreme leader’s personal bubble for the umpteenth time that evening.

“Just get it over with.” Ouma rolled his eyes, pushing his hair behind an ear to give the android easier access.

Kiibo took a deep breath before going for the kiss. Eleven. He was astonished to find that Ouma’s ears had flushed red from the contact, and yet the supreme leader’s face remained blank.… Interesting.

“Hey, Kiiboy.”

“Yes?”

“Close your eyes for a moment, will you?” Ouma tilted his head.

Unable to discern his companion’s intentions, Kiibo silently complied. He tensed a little when he felt the other boy’s hands on his shoulders–to support himself most-likely. His eyelids twitched a little when he felt the other’s lips ghost against them. And there it was, the Twelfth kiss that sent tiny sparks through his entire circuitry. ‘What was that…?’

“Ah–!” Kiibo’s arms flailed around as he fell back against his bed. Using his elbows to prop himself up, he sent the other Ultimate an indignant glare. “W-what was that for?”

Ouma pressed a finger against his lips, “You looked like you were dreaming, so I decided to bring you back to the real world. Get up Kiiboy, we only have seven kisses left.”

“A-alright,” Kiibo returned to his previously upright position and hesitantly wrapped an arm over the supreme leader’s shoulder. He guided the latter’s head a little downwards so he could press a kiss on the crown of his head. Thirteen.

“Hoho, how daring of you. I guess I better step up my game then. No way I’m losing to a robot!” Ouma smirked once the deed was done.

“Lose? This isn’t a competi–” Before the android could even finish his sentence, the supreme leader had already slipped his trademark checker-patterned scarf off of his shoulders with one swift tug, revealing the creamy white expanse that is Ouma’s neck. The novelty of such a view had rendered him utterly speechless.

“Take a picture, it lasts longer,” Ouma regarded the albino with a smug grin as he discarded over his shoulder.

“…I don’t understand. It’s your turn, isn’t it?” Kiibo mumbled his query, eyes darting elsewhere. Somehow it felt wrong eyeing the supreme leader’s rarely exposed neck.

“I can’t exactly step up my game on my turn, you know? You don’t really have that many places for me to kiss,” the supreme leader pouted. “Now turn around for me.”

Kiibo complied without protest, considering it would mean he wouldn’t have to look at the supreme leader’s newly exposed collar, unintentional or not. He raised the mistletoe above them once more, tensing when he felt Ouma’s run his hands down his back before feeling the other teen’s chest pressed against him. Kiibo closed his eyes shut, hoping that the supreme leader wouldn’t take note of the emergency button located on his nape. ‘He’s…he’s too close!’

While the robot was busy panicking, Ouma smiled with amusement as he pressed his lips against the plating on the albino’s back, right where his spine would have been. Fourteen. Despite the robot’s reddening face, the plating on his back remained pleasantly cool to the touch. He gently pushed himself away from the android, taking note of his completely stiff posture.

‘Now…will he take the bait or will he swoop in for the kill?’ Ouma ran a thumb across his lips as he smiled to himself.

“…A-any kind of kiss would suffice, right?”

“Hm?”

Kiibo shifted in his seat a little before shyly looking over his shoulder–his collars were already covering his lower face. “As long as it’s a ‘kiss’ then it would suffice right? Anything goes?”

Ouma leaned back on his hands, “Yeah. A kiss is a kiss. Just don’t forget the mistletoe and we’re good.”

The android was now facing him completely, still flustered from the previous kiss. “A-alright.” He lifted the mistletoe above his head, silently beckoning the supreme leader towards him. What Ouma didn’t expect was to happen as soon as he got close was to have Kiibo lean downwards, closing his eyes ever so slowly.

‘W-wait–! Is he for real?!’ Ouma panicked–he wanted to move away, but he couldn’t seem to move a muscle. ‘H-he’s actually…going for it?’ He found his own eyes fluttering shut, already surrendering himself to the inevitable.

…Except the inevitable didn’t happen. By the time Ouma had opened his eyes, the albino had already pulled away. Fifteen. “What was that?”

Kiibo pressed his fingers together, “…It was a bunny kiss.”

‘No shit it was. There’s a huge difference between getting kissed on the lips and having someone rub their nose against yours,’ Ouma groused internally.

“A-anyway…it’s your turn again,” Kiibo shyly scratched his cheek as he spoke. “We only need four left.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know how to count, Kiiboy.” the supreme leader huffed, gesturing for the mistletoe. “Still, that was pretty childish of you–resorting to a bunny kiss of all things. That barely counted as a kiss!”

“Wha–you were the one who told me that a kiss was a kiss!” the android frowned, almost failing to notice the fact that the shorter male had already leaned down to kiss the symbol located on his left collar. Sixteen.

“Are you deaf? I said it barely counted as one! Meaning, it’s teetering between the lines of not being a kiss and actually qualifying as a kiss.” Ouma made a show of flicking out dirt from his nails. “You better come up with something more flashy for this turn to make up for–”

The supreme leader couldn’t even finish his sentence. As soon as he gathered his bearings, he realized that his back was flat against the bed with two metallic hands placed against his chest to keep him in place. “Ohhh?”

“…I don’t know what it is you want from me. I’ve done everything all according to your instructions, haven’t I?” Kiibo mumbled. “…And now you’re telling me I have to ‘make it up to you’ when I am positive that I did not violate any of your terms? Do none of my actions mean anything to you, Ouma-kun?”

Ouma’s eyes widened a little, taking in the android’s shaking voice, his quivering lips and his watering lenses. ‘…That’s not it at all…you got it all wrong, you stupid robot…’

“Never mind. You don’t have to answer that.” Kiibo adjusted his position above the supreme leader so as not to crush the latter. “…Let’s just finish this so we can be rid of each other.”

Cool metal fingers slowly made its way up the supreme leader’s jawline, guiding the latter’s head to the side to expose more of his neck. Instead of the flustered demeanor which he had been nursing earlier, Kiibo’s face was now tinged with melancholia as he held up the mistletoe with his free hand. Ouma tensed as their bodies slowly came into close contact, with Kiibo’s lips only a hair’s breadth away from his neck. His oh so sensitive neck.

“K-Kiiboy–”

“…Is something the matter?”

Prompting the android to speak while he was practically right next to his ear was a big mistake. Kiibo’s gentle voice practically echoed directly inside his headspace and eventually burying itself deep into his psyche–rendering him speechless.

“…Since there’s nothing wrong, I shall resume.” Kiibo pressed his warm lips against the side of the other boy’s neck, sending figurative sparks straight down his jugular.

Ouma squeezed his eyes shut, willing his urge to push the android away to disappear. If this goes on for any longer, his heart would have burst out of his chest and all of the feelings he had intended to keep would leak out of the mangled organ. He can’t afford to show his hands too early, not when he’s still not sure of where they exactly stood in their odd relationship. Or…if he had a chance for that matter.

He found himself melting into the sheets as soon as the android pulled away from him, he gritted his teeth in a desperate attempt to silence his heart.

Kiibo still looked upset from their earlier conversation, but his cheeks are now dusted with light pink. “Well…?”

Ouma slightly lifted his head, still a little too weak to make his limbs function accordingly. “Eh. It was passable. I don’t have any complaints this time. Isn’t that great, Kiiboy~?”

“Don’t patronize me,” the android huffed as he tossed another berry in the trash bin. The seventeenth berry.

“How rude! Just when I finally decided to praise you a little,” Ouma clicked his tongue, shaking his head a little before moving to sit in a more upright position. “Anyway, two more left. Let’s do this.” He flung his arms over the android’s shoulders, standing on his knees to keep himself nice and steady.

“Alri–what are you doing–?”

“It’s my turn! I’m free to do what I want~” Ouma said in a sing-song manner, guiding the robot’s hand to hold the mistletoe over their heads. That unspoken rule. He’s going to break it. “Pay closer attention to me, okay?”

Somehow…the way the supreme leader’s eyes glistened in the modest lighting of his room sent chills down his spine. It wasn’t like his usual smiling poker face. His intentions remained a mystery, however his eyes carried emotion. An emotion he couldn’t name at this point in time.

Kiibo’s eyes widened at the sensation of the supreme leader’s lips against his forehead once more. His confusion only grew as the raven-haired Ultimate pulled back with such a pure smile.

“Two,” Ouma still didn’t release the robot from his hold, opting to lean right back in instead, ghosting his lips against the robot’s very own. “And with this final kiss…the curse shall be lifted.”

“Ou–”

Ouma’s lips–as Kiibo had come to discover, was chapped and a little rough against his own, most-likely from the cold. Regardless of the roughness, the kiss was somehow pleasantly slow and had already long since surpassed the realm of being chaste. What surprised him even more was the fact that he found himself wrapping his arms around the shorter Ultimate.

One. Two. Three. Four–

Their lips have met each other again and again, not noticing the fact that the mistletoe had already slipped out of the android’s grasp. By the time they had come to their senses, the sheets were already in disarray and the supreme leader was laying atop the other unabashedly.

“Whoopsie~ Those sure were a lot of invalid kisses, huh! You should have told me!” no matter how cheeky and unserious Ouma sounded, his flustered cheeks belied his words. “Anyway, since the curse is lifted, I’ll be on my way now~”

Ouma hastily put on his shoes disguised as efficiency before tossing the entire mistletoe in the trash bin. “I’ll be out of your hair now. Since you were so eager to get rid of me. Ta-ta~”

“O-Ouma-kun, wait–!”

BANG!

The door had already slam shut by the time he got out of the bed.

Kiibo released a defeated sigh as he slowly dropped to his feet, burying his awfully warm face into his pleasantly cool hands in the hopes of lowering his temperature to a more stable degree. This proved to be futile as he foolishly decided that reviewing his memories of the kiss would be a good idea in this kind of situation. It only served to make his face grow hotter, as the sensation of the kisses had imprinted inself in his thoughts not similar to his usual manner of remembering information.

“I…have a number of things to re-evaluate…” he mumbled to himself as he buried his head in his knees. “A number of…things.”

Bonus: “Yes, plucking the berries of the mistletoe after a kiss has in fact been practiced dated back in the 18th century, commonly practiced by British servants.” Shinguuji responded without breaking a sweat–truly he was deserving of his title.

“I see…” Kiibo nodded along. “Were there any curses involved?”

“Curses?” Shinguuji regarded the android with mild surprise. “While it’s been said that refusing a kiss under the mistletoe would bring forth misfortune, there were no records of curses based on the mistletoe.”

Kiibo combed a hand through his hair, already expecting such a result. “…Thank you, Shinguuji-kun.”

“You look red. Are you perhaps overheating?” the taller Ultimate tilted his head as he shut his book closed, offering the artificial human his undivided attention.

“I’m fine. I truly appreciate your concern and for allowing me to take up much of your time. I have some plans for the rest of the day, and I must be off now.” Kiibo raised placating hands as he slowly backed away from his classmate.

“Mmm…I see. Very well then.”

“See you later–!” Kiibo bowed before exiting the Ultimate Anthropologist’s Lab with a single objective in mind.

‘I need to find Ouma-kun…!’

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Interlude 01

(Warning, the following chapter contains explicit sexual content between Nemo and Aronnax. It is not necessary to the plot, so feel free to skip if the subject matter makes you uncomfortable.)

The shower feels incredible.

It wasn’t a particularly strenuous day, but it was a long one. Even though the submarine is completed, there is still loads of work to be completed before we can depart.

The past couple of hours have been fairly simple, just fitting ourselves into dive suits. Unfortunately, I was conducting experiments when the underwater testing was done, but the boys were chatting excitedly about it for the rest of the day.

Nemo looked so handsome in his suit. I held my breath when he took off his brass helmet, trying my best not to notice the bead of sweat trickling tantalizingly down his neck.

I lean against the stall wall, letting my mind go blank as the water pounds into my back.

He’s been driving me crazy in the best way. On nights when I’m not completely exhausted from work, his vision fills my mind until I have to grant myself selfish release.

… That started becoming a habit of mine back in Saint’s mansion. The thought of Nemo makes my body awaken lasciviously.

If only the showers were private, I might be able to risk satisfying myself here. But they aren’t, so what’s the use of fantasizing?

I turn off the shower and begin to towel myself dry.

It’s really quite pathetic, how hot my body feels just from remembering him.

I quickly pull on my robes and begin the short walk back to my room. The sooner I get back, the sooner I can distract myself with the Harper’s supply lists, the sooner I can fall asleep.

But when I open the door to my room, I see that those same lists are already being examined by the very person I was trying to distract myself from.

This isn’t the first time he’s appeared in my room, of course. I don’t lock the door so he’s always able to access it. Truth be told, I think he prefers my room to his.

…I can’t say I blame him, either. To say that his room is sparse would be an understatement. No scientific mess, no paintings, no gadgets, even the map of Lincoln Island hanging on every wall had been taken down. It is completely blank save for a brass bed and white bedsheets. It’s like all of his passions exist in laboratories or mechanical beasts, and when he gets to his ‘own’ space, not shared by science… it’s empty. Completely empty.

It’s depressing to think about it, and the stark difference between the man and the room is emphasized when Nemo lopes over to me with a wide smile.

“I’m glad you’re here~! I was hoping to get your opinion on Impey Barbicaaaaaaaane’s proposed changes. I personally think it’s a bit much, especially since we’ll likely only be sailing for a week each way. But Caaaaaaaaardia-chan agrees with his changes, which made him even moooore enthusiastic, which made him even leeeeeess likely to listen to reason! Love makes fools of the greatest minds!”

Well, it’s a distraction, anyway.

I smile. “To be honest, thinking of supplies and weaponry and all this realistic stuff has been rather far from my mind, I’m afraid. I’m still trying to convince myself that it’s real. Seeing this amazing creation coming to life in front of me… sometimes it feels like it’s all a fantasy.”

I look away, suddenly feeling sheepish. “I guess it’s different for you, Nemo. I mean, you’ve been creating all these incredible things and mm—”

Nemo’s kissing me. Slowly, deeply, holding my face in his hands so I couldn’t pull away.

Eventually I have to push back on his chest so I can breathe. The smile on his face is so eager and bright, it’s amazing what such a small compliment can do to this man.

He takes my hand and lays his cheek on it adoringly.

“Oh, Profeeeeessor! I will show you that it’s real! I can plant such memories on your body, so your mind is forced to remember that it’s aaaaaaaall real!” he says. “If you juuuuust…” He moves his mouth to my ear and whispers. “Let meeeeee…”

I tilt my head so he can reach more of my skin. He responds, gently kissing my earlobe and down my jaw until he reaches my neck.

I shiver as I feel him smile against the bruise he inflicted on me before. Then, there’s a warm sensation as he begins to trace his tongue along the yellowing pattern.

“…Let me….” He repeats.

I let out a ragged breath and nod.

He giggles and grips my hair, turning my head so I have to look at him.

“Thaaaaat’s not good enough! No, I want you to say it… I want there to be no question… say that you want me! Say it so that anyone could understand! The whole world!”

He had sounded so in control before, but now he was begging. He was telling me ‘I want to feel needed’.

“Nemo… I want to… how can I say this…”

It’s hard for me to concentrate, especially as I hear him take off his gloves.

“I want us to be… connected. More than just our minds, more than just our… our love of science, I want…”

I barely had to mention science before Nemo’s smile widened into a grin, his goggles glinting in such a way that my entire body screamed ‘DANGER’.

It also screamed, ‘Don’t’ stop’.

“Thaaaaaat’s where you’re wrong, my daaaarling! It IS science! Everything that we will discover tonight is a testament to the power that science holds over all of us! Fwee hee hee hee… oh, there are so many things I will teach you, Professor…”

He puts a hand on his hip and leans over, adjusting his goggles so he can get a closer look at my expression.

“Now, then…” the corners of his lips curl. “What were you saaaaaying~?”

He’s so close to me, I can’t resist. I tilt my head and give his smile a quick kiss. “I want to sleep with you, Nemo. In all the different ways. I want… our bodies to be one… I want all of you inside of me…”

I trail off, my eyes widening when I remember something.

“I don’t want you to stop,” I continue. “Not for anything, but… but I don’t have any way to…”

Nemo produces a small bottle with a flourish and a giggle.

“Cyyyyyyyrene Smith is quite the chemist! She developed so that her workers can consummate their desires without worry of any unfooooortunate interruptions! It’s truly a triumph of science over our base animal instincts! So, dear Professor, shall we indulge~?”

He pops a round, cherry-red pill in his mouth before gripping my chin and pushing his mouth against mine. I quickly yield, enough for him to easily push the pill into my mouth with his tongue. I close my eyes and swallow before wrapping my arms around his neck, not ready to break the kiss yet. He hums in satisfaction, letting the tips of our tongues play against each other.

This time, he’s the one who pops his foot. I giggle, and he pulls away and rubs his nose against mine.

He quickly takes off his jacket and drapes it over one of the chairs, but before he can walk to the bed I stop him.

“What I said wasn’t good enough.”

I loop my arm around his waist and lead him back to me, pushing my body against him.

“You told me to say it so that the whole world could understand. The whole world wouldn’t understand my words.”

His expression is so cute, his lips are drooping in confusion but his eyebrows are arced with such curiosity.

I pull him to my height and quickly undo his choker, tossing it onto my desk.

I seek out his eyes behind his goggles and brush his hair away from his neck as I whisper, “Let me leave my mark on you.”

I pull down the collar of his sweater. His skin is so beautiful, soft and warm. I lean in and place my lips against his neck, gently roaming over the muscles until I feel his pulse radiating from his carotid artery. It feels good against my lips, and I open them slightly to taste his skin.

The reaction is immediate, Nemo wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me in deeper. When I begin to suck on his skin, he lets out a high-pitched sigh that could only be described as ‘wanton’. Encouraged, I bury my face in his neck, trying to the motions that caused my neck to bruise so beautifully.

But he can clearly still feel the hesitation in my movement, because he wraps one of his hands around the back of my head and whispers, “Deeper… please……”

I nod before biting down, and the needy moan that reaches my ears is all the reward I need.

Though, when I pull away and look at the rosy marks I’ve left on his neck, I can’t help but feel a little proud. It’s much lighter than the bruise he left on me, that goes without saying, but…

“Now everyone in the world can see,” I whisper. “Just how badly I want this genius scientist.”

I can feel how hard Nemo is breathing. When he pushes himself against me again, I can feel another source of hardness, too. It makes my body ache.

“Just from kissing…” he groans. “You’ve already made me like this…”

I take him by the shoulders and lead him back to the bed, laying him down. Before I think about what I’m doing, I swing one of my legs over him and sit on his stomach.

He smirks and lifts his knees up, raising an eyebrow. “Are you sure -that‘s- where you want to sit, my cuuuute Professor~?”

I grin as I begin to fiddle with the leather strap on his chest. “If I sat any lower, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself… and I want to savor every moment of this.”

“How cute…” Nemo grins as he begins to unwrap the bandages from his arms. “But don’t woooorry, I won’t let you run away after this first time. Oh, no, there’s too much we have to discover… we’ll have to examine each other thousands of times before we’re satisfied~!”

He sits up to pull the leather off of his shoulder, pausing long enough to give me a kiss on the cheek.

“How did you end up on top, anyway~?”

I yelp as he rolls us over, pinning me beneath him. His hair tickles my neck as he leans down and begins to undo my robe.

“H-Hey!” I exclaim. “That’s not fair!”

I reach over him and begin to pull his sweater over his head, but he won’t cooperate so all I can do is reach under the fabric to feel his thin shoulders and back.

He kisses down my collarbone, and I feel my entire body flush when he kisses the hollow between my breasts.

Then, he pushes the edges of my robe aside, leaving my body entirely visible in the electric light.

I quickly pull him to my chest out of both love and embarrassment. The closer I hold him to me, the less he can see.

It’s not that I’m ashamed of my body, and it’s not like I haven’t had lovers, either. But because it’s him… I feel like he can look right through me. My skin feels so red under his body, blood pumping to my extremities in preparation.

I shiver when I feel the metal of his goggles against me, and he laughs as he reaches around to undo them.

When he looks up at me with those beautiful eyes of his, I look away.

“Don’t tell me now that you’re getting shy!” the volume of his guffaw makes me jump. “Don’t you think it’s a liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittle late for that?!”

Nemo sits back with a wide smile, looking over my body with excitement usually reserved for some great scientific discovery.

I can see his eyes darting over me, taking it all in. When I begin to cover myself, he quickly pushes my arms down back against the bed.

“Your breasts move quite beautifully when you shiver, did you know that~?” his voice is almost at a normal volume for once, and the quietness surprises me almost as much as the sensation of his fingers trailing up my stomach.

“A woman’s breasts… biologically they have very little to do with copulation, and yet…”

I clench my fists in the bedsheets when he leans down and takes one of my nipples in his mouth, teasing it with his teeth.

“And yet even I, a man of science, can’t help but be entraaaaanced!” he locks his mouth over my breast and begins to suck, and I can only squirm under his weight. He’s pulling at my skin, enough to make me squirm, but the rough sensation is more pleasurable than anything!

He pulls back to take a shuddering breath, threads of saliva still connecting my nipple to his mouth.

“You’re responding excellently to stimulation,” he pauses to wipe his mouth, admiring how his kiss made my skin shine with wetness. “But you’re still so nervous, aren’t you? You poor thiiiing… the chemicals in your brain are sending so many signals to your body. I can’t take advantage of your lust-riddled mind like this! Please, allow me to treat you with a scientist-assisted hysterical paroxysm before we continue~.”

Hysterical paroxysm. An orgasm. Though “female hysteria” was losing credibility in the medical field, I could tell from Nemo’s expression that he wasn’t above playing with the term.

“But, Nemo, if I finish…”

“Shhh~” he winks as he puts a finger to my mouth. “One of the greatest blessings that the vagina has over the penis is its ability to withstand multiple assaults without rest~! Please, allow me to take advantage of your body’s natural abilities. Your flesh will swell with release, and your nervous brain will be soothed… making it easier for both your body and mind to…”

He pauses to grin, his teeth shining. “… Accept me.”

He takes one of my hands and brings it to the front of his pants. I look down with a curious smile as my hand seeks out the heat of his crotch. I narrow my eyes blissfully when I wrap my hand around his shaft, feeling it harden further in my grasp. But… something feels different from past lovers. I feel a different sort of hardness there, too.

I quickly pull my hand back when my mind makes the connection—metal! Likely the same kind of metal that decorates his face!

I look up at him, dumbfounded, and he bursts into laughter, rolling onto his back with delighted tears in his eyes.

“N-Nemo… are you…”

He stares at me, waiting for me to finish the question.

“Pierced….?”

“Yes.”

His answer was so simple, I can feel myself staring at him quite stupidly.

He rolls onto his side and props himself up, motioning me to come closer. When I do, he wraps his arms around me and kisses me sweetly.

“So how abooooout it?” he whispers. “Let me satisfy you, Professor. So that it will feel even better when we’re finally united~!”

He lowers his head and kisses my shoulder. “Besides, there’s so much more of you I want to discover… so let me have a taste…”

His eyes dart down to my crotch, and I instinctively squeeze my legs shut out of nervousness.

But… that nervousness is what he wanted to remove, right?

I nod.

“All right… but… I want to see you, first.” I pout. “Nemo, it’s… not fair that you’ve been able to examine me so closely…”

Nemo’s smile is lopsided as he sits up. “That’s true.” He begins to pull his sweater over his head, and I quickly climb into his lap, leaning down to kiss his abdomen as it’s exposed.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long…” I whisper as I continue to kiss up his torso, pausing to feel his stomach move with each deep breath. Then, as he finally pulls the sweater over his head and tosses it aside, I run my tongue from one nipple to the other before mimicking his cruel sucking.

He laughs and tilts his head, brushing my hair away from my face so he can watch me.

His skin feels so soft and fragrant, you would never guess it from the busy schedule he keeps but he clearly puts a lot of effort into beauty. The lavender oil on his skin intoxicates me in ways I never thought it would.

I curse into his skin as I fumble with his belt buckle. When he laughs I look up at him and mutter, “Are you going to help me, or are you getting off on watching me?!”

He gives me a wink. “Aren’t the best discoveries made after a bit of struuuuuggle~?” But he finally helps me in undoing his belt. Without warning, he quickly shoves down his pants, kicking them and his boots off the side of the bed in one fluid motion.

When he leans back, I dare to look down.

“O-Oh…”

I’m not sure whether it’s the penis itself or the glinting metal that catches my attention first.

Even though it’s not fully erect, his foreskin has pulled back to show its head, dark and red from engorgement. I look up at him to get permission, and he just looks at me with a proud smile.

I reach out and gently put my fingertips to it, lifting it up so I can get a better look at his piercings.

There are three golden barbells on the underside of his shaft, styled in such a way that they look like the rungs of a ladder. Then, his foreskin is pierced with a lovely ring, and the thought of it rubbing against my insides makes my labia throb.

I begin to pet it without really realizing what I’m doing and soon it begins throbbing against my palm.

“I want a taste, too,” I say as I lean down to get a closer look.

“Not faaaaair…” Nemo whines. “I wanted to do it first~!”

But he doesn’t stop me as I gingerly cup his scrotum, relishing its weight against my palm. With my free hand I begin to stroke the upper side of his shaft, the one free of piercings. Honestly, I’m a little too nervous about hurting him to give him a proper handjob, but I make up for it by bringing my lips to his frenulum and giving him a soft kiss.

It’s so hot, I can’t stop myself from continuing my curious kisses, smiling as I feel his foreskin retract more and his penis stiffen to full attention.

“Sensitive, aren’t you?” I coo as I begin to drag my mouth down the underside, kissing him down his ‘ladder’ and gently beginning to suck on the base.

His only response is a needy moan.

I slowly run my tongue from base to tip, stopping only to flick my tongue against his ring. I carefully take the piercing in my mouth and hum, and the vibrations make Nemo arch his back.

“G-Gently…” he stammers, and I pull back. A bead of clear pre-seminal fluid has begun to dribble from his urethra, and I quickly begin to kiss it away. I lick the saltiness from my lips before kissing the tip. “May I?” I dart my tongue out against his urethra, finally brave enough to lock eyes with him.

This time, he’s the one who looks away.

“I’d love nothing more than that…” he pauses to suck in a breath. “B-But… I don’t know how long I’d last… the thought of filling your warm mouth would be a temptation I just couldn’t ignore….”

I feel like I’m in a daze as I slowly slide the head of his penis into my mouth. The heat is incredible, and I let out a disappointed moan as Nemo pulls my head back.

My brain is so foggy, all I can do is hungrily watch him throb.

“You… don’t get… to finish me… thaaaaaaaaaaat easily….!!” His smile is crazed, and I shiver as he leans in and licks my lips, tasting himself on me. Then he kisses me, laying me down on the pillow in a gentle motion that doesn’t match the expression on his face.

He kisses my knuckles, my fingertips, my palms, and then makes sure that I’m watching him as he lowers himself to nibble on my stomach, making me twitch with each light pinch of his metal teeth. Then, with a final bite he spreads my legs and hoists them up so my knees are in the air.

I cover my eyes with my arm, not wanting to look.

“What’s wroooong?” Nemo quickly jumps back up and pushes my arm away, looking at me with a worried expression. He’s so cute that I have to reach up and touch his cheek to reassure him. He leans into it adoringly, still looking at me for my answer.

“N-Nothing, I just…” I laugh. “It … it feels like I’m being examined…”

His worried expression disappears, and he joins me in my laughter.

“You are, darling, you are! But don’t worry… I won’t experiment on you without telling you ex-act-ly what I plan to do first,” his lecherous grin returns as he speaks. He lowers himself back down between my legs, and my body spasms when he runs his knuckles against my vulva.

“You’re already so engorged…” he giggles, but then his voice lowers. “Did touching me turn you on that much~?”

I decide to throw the embarrassment right back at him: “Yes, it did.”

His eyes widen and his cheeks redden, but he clears his throat before leaning back down between my legs. He spreads my labia with his thumbs, playing with the puffy skin and lightly blowing on it.

“What—what do you even plan on doing?” I ask, shivering at the sensation of his hot breath.

He looks up at me, though all I can see are his arched eyebrows.

“I toooold you, I want a taste… and don’t you dare try to stop me! You need assistance with a hysterical paroxysm.”

He lifts himself back up to kiss my pelvis before sticking his tongue out playfully.

“You’re beautiful.”

Two simple words. Words that I hadn’t heard anyone say to me in years.

They affect me so much, and the only thing I can think of in response is: “So are you.”

He just smiles happily at me before kissing down the outside of my labia, soft and chaste compared to what I expected. Somehow, these teasing touches drive me crazy, and I arch my hips in hopes that he’ll get the message.

He does get the message, but instead of doing what I ask, he moves his head to the side and begins sucking on my inner thigh.

“Maybe I should leave my marks down here, too… where no one else can see…”

I suck in my breath when takes one of my outer lips into his mouth and tugs on it, lightly grinding on the skin until I wince. He lets the flesh go with a ‘pop’ before licking over the bruise that’s surely begun forming.

Then he pulls my labia apart again and finally begins to roam over the flesh it protects with the tip of his tongue.

“Slightly bitter…” he muses, almost to himself. “But so warm and soft…”

“You don’t have to say things like that!” I sit up to glare at him, but he just buries his face in-between my legs and laughs. When I feel him begin to lick along my inner labia, I slowly sink back into the pillow.

He’s clearly done this before. He’s hitting so many amazing spots, licking from my perineum up to just below my clitoris. He always hesitates, teasing me, breathing on that most sensitive part on my body before ducking back down.

“Ne… Nemo, please…”

“Hmmm~?” his voice is lilting. “Getting a little impatient, are you? Don’t you knoooooow how much better something feels if you have to wait for it…?”

I lean my head back and groan when I feel him rub the pads of his index and middle finger on either side of my clitoris, not close enough to touch it, but close enough to stimulate the surrounding nerves.

“Hmm, this has potential, though…”

“Nemo, what are you--?”

He shushes me before gently running his fingers over my clitoral hood.

“Oohhhhhh--! Yes, the skin here is perfect~!”

I’m not quite sure I understand why he has a sudden fascination with my clitoral hood (especially since my clitoris is throbbing for his attention). Still, it isn’t an unpleasant sensation when he tugs at the skin.

“Hmmm~ yes, yeeeees indeed! Perhaaaaaaps after this voyage, I’ll be able to give you a permanent mark here…! Yes, a pretty piece of jewelry, for my eyes ooooonly…”

My eyes snap open in realization.

“I really… I really don’t think I’ll be ready for anything like that…” I stammer.

Nemo pouts. “Hmm~ a shame, really… but I suppose such a reaction is expected from my Polly-chan… oh, well…”

He licks his thumb and finally runs it over the tip of my clitoris. I push my hips up, letting out a pleased sigh as he begins to teasingly rub it between his wet fingers.

I’m not sure how much longer I can stop myself, especially when he pushes his thumb against my perineum. The nerves there are connected to the clitoris, and I can practically feel it swell as he finally, finally begins to slowly lick it.

“Don’t stop, Nemo…” I begin to slowly move my hips in time with his licks, and he responds by taking my clitoris in his mouth and sucking on it.

I prop myself up on my elbows, lust clouding my mind enough to allow myself to burst through my shame in order to watch him pleasure me.

He notices this and looks up at me, inhaling my scent deeply with a wide smile. Then, he props himself up and comes closer to me.

“Wait, I haven’t finished…”

“Oh, I know~” Nemo grins and tilts my chin back before bringing his fingers to my lips. I lock eyes with him before taking his index finger in my mouth, wrapping my lips tight around it and taking it all the way down to the base.

“That’s it…” he says. “Make sure you get it nice and wet for me, hmm~?”

I get an idea about what he’s trying to do, so I do the same thing to his middle finger, taking it in deep. He smiles and ruffles my hair with his free hand before moving back down between my legs.

“It’s fun to sometimes get the specimen to help, you seeeeee?” he giggles before rubbing those wet fingers against my vaginal entrance.

“Now, let’s see how this feels…” he puts his lips over my clitoris again before sliding his two fingers inside me.

“Oh my god…” I groan.

“Fwee hee hee… you can call me that if you waaaaaaaant, but it won’t make me go any easier on you~!” He gives me a quick lick before going back to sucking on the most sensitive part of my body.

Nemo’s inside of me. That same hand that built the Nautilus, that brought London to its knees is now flexing its fingers, curling them and rubbing at sensitive nerves, spreading them apart to see just how wide I can open for him.

It’s a little embarrassing how quickly I’m reaching the edge, but I keep on watching. I can see how slick his fingers and face are from the lubricants my body is producing, eager to welcome him inside.

He pulls his fingers out to admire how wet they are, and I cry out in agitation.

He looks a little surprised at how forceful I sound, but he laughs at how pitiful he’s made me before giving me the attention I’m craving.

My breathing is becoming more labored, and my body begins to spasm in anticipation. Finally, he slides a third finger inside of me and uses his other hand to apply pressure to my perineum and anus. The full coverage of his affections, from my clitoris all the way down, is what makes my orgasm so powerful that the edges of my vision go white.

I grit my teeth and seize, my body going through wave after wave of amazing delirium. I can hear how sloppy I’ve become, his fingers still sliding in and out with ease as I finish.

I don’t know how long it is before I finally collapse back on the pillow, my heartbeat pounding in my ears.

Nemo sits up and rubs his jaw, murmuring, “That was… faster than I expected…”

“It’s been awhile since I’ve been with a man,” I admit. “Maybe I was just more sensitive… but, the more likely answer is that it’s because it was you, Nemo.”

“If you keep on saying cute things like that, you’ll make me bluuuuuuuuush~!”

I didn’t have the heart to tell him that he had been blushing all night.

“But, Polly-chaaaaaan… do you think you’re ready?”

I look down at his erection, still standing tall and twitching in anticipation. Even though I already orgasmed, I can feel myself beginning to salivate at the sight of it.

I spread my legs again and hold my arms out for him as an invitation.

He leans down and kisses one of my offered hands before pulling my hips towards him and positioning himself. With a wicked smirk he rubs the tip of his penis against my sensitive clitoris, and my legs begin to spasm again.

“Couldn’t resiiiiist!” he lilts. “You’ll forgive me, won’t you~?” He nudges his head against my vaginal entrance and sucks in his breath.

We’re holding each other’s gazes as he enters me.

Every nerve lining the walls of my insides scream in delight as his penis slides inside with ease. So this incredible sensation is why he wanted me to orgasm first--!

I can feel his piercings, too, it’s fantastic. I can only imagine how wonderful it would feel if he were taking me from behind, the metal rubbing against the more sensitive of my vaginal walls.

But as he lays down on top of me, all I can think about is how perfect it is for his body to be on mine. I wrap my legs around him as he settles into position.

“Stay… stay still for just a moment…” I breathe.

He tilts his head. “Does it hurt?”

I shake my head. “I want… I just want to focus on the feeling of us together like this, connected.”

He leans down and licks away a tear I didn’t even realize I had shed.

It’s so hot inside of me. I can feel my vagina squeezing down on him, eager to accept his lovemaking. But for just a moment longer, I want to savor of him deep inside of me.

He brings his lips back to mine and kisses me gently, our mouths barely touching.

Finally, I bury my head in his neck and nod. “N-Now…”

I can practically see stars when he gives me his first thrust.

It’s not just our genitals, our entire bodies are grinding against each other as we begin this ritual that is the basis of my entire line of study.

Nemo props himself up on his elbows so he can thrust in deeper, and I lift my hips so my entire vulva can be stimulated by his skin and scrotum. My body is shaking, already exhausted and overloaded from my first orgasm of the night.

But he’s relentless, just like I want him to be. I can feel his tip nudging my cervix with each thrust—it’s a strange sensation, but both the pressure and the knowledge that it’s because he’s so deep inside of me is an incredible turn-on.

“P-Pauline…!”

He’s begun panting, his voice hitching in his throat and escaping in needy moans and gasps.

He pulls my hips up so he’s in as deep as he can be, grinding exquisitely against me. When he gives another thrust, my second orgasm makes me convulse with such ferocity that I’m clinging to Nemo with all of my strength.

“Alreaaaaady?” he smiles down at me. “Poor little professor, I’ve just begun…!”

He slides out and turns me over before hugging me, both of us on our sides. He clamps his mouth down over my throat before lifting my leg up and penetrating me from behind.

I knew the pressure of his piercings rubbing against me would be amazing, but this is too much! I moan so loudly that I clap my hand over my mouth to stop the sound from escaping.

Nemo, as expected, won’t have any of that. He yanks my hand away from my mouth and kisses my wrist, still thrusting deep inside.

“Let—them—heaaaar!!”

I cry out his name, but the sound is drowned out by his mad cackling.

He’s thrusting with such force that his scrotum is slapping my vulva, sending shockwaves of my own madness through me.

I try to grip at the bedsheets, but in this position it’s easier for me to grip his arm, and I dig my nails into his skin in an attempt to hold on to my mind. I can feel his penis harden even more, signaling to me just how close he is.

He buries his head in my shoulder and moans deeply as the first wave of his orgasm hits him. His penis pulses inside of me, and this sensation coupled with the intimate warmth of his semen is what gives me my third orgasm of the night.

Nemo is clinging tightly to me, his body trembling from the force of his orgasm.

My heart is pounding as the waves finally die down, and both of us lay there in blissful silence.

My body is heavy, I can hardly move.

“Was that…” Nemo finally groans. “Was thaaaaaaat a third time…?”

I’m too weak to even answer, so I just nod despite my embarrassment.

He laughs, his voice finally beginning to grow hoarse from exhaustion.

We lay there in silence before I finally mutter: “I can’t move… I think I would fall if I tried to stand up…”

Nemo kisses me on the shoulder before slowly pulling out and swinging his legs over the side of the bed, standing up to turn out the light.

“You’re not leaving, are you?” I sleepily roll over to look at him, and yelp when he uses what little energy he has remaining to drape himself on top of me.

“No…” he smiles. “I’m staying here for as long as I can… my cute… cute professor… all mine… just… mine…”

His voice begins to slow, and it isn’t long before he begins to snore deeply.

I whisper an apology to Cardia in the room next door before I close my eyes and let sleep take over my exhausted body.

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toycarousel · 6 years

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So, have you ever see someone bashing someone else because of a character? Like a person who says (insert random character here) is (insert a sexuality) and gets pissed off at someone who thinks that character is (insert different sexuality)?

Oh, most definitely. What I usually see are people saying “this character is (insert LGBT+ identity here),” and then a bunch of straight folks saying “there’s no proof, they’re straight, why do you hate heterosexuals, you’re corrupting our youth by saying this character isn’t straight, they’re obviously straight, they had a girlfriend/boyfriend in xyz irrelevant episode, etc.,” and it’s exhausting to see so much of.

But I gotta say, like, I’m also not a huge fan of posts that are just “x character is gay.” I, personally, enjoy posts where people go more in-depth with that, and bring up interesting facts about the character’s life and personality much better, in relation to their sexuality, because I think it’s more thoughtful and opens up a genuine dialogue (it’s not that I think they should have to “prove” it, it’s just that I like to read more into these things, and understand a point of view that I may or may not share).

However, I get why posts like that exist. All characters (and most irl people in general) are assumed to be heterosexual, just... automatically. With fictional characters, that’s especially a problem, because it does alienate LGBT+ fans to just assume (and then aggressively insist) that a character couldn’t possibly be like them, when there’s just as much potential for them to be LGBT+ as there is for them to be cisgender and heterosexual.

So, those posts are usually a push-back against assuming every character ever is straight -- which I understand. However, I see a lot of in-fighting within the LGBT+ community based on these exact sorts of posts. It’s like we can’t accept that maybe a character is bisexual, instead of being gay, or gay, instead of bisexual -- or maybe a character could be multiple different kinds of sexualities and genders, but these LGBT+ people are often shut down by each other, and told that they’re “derailing” when they’re only sharing their opinion on a post.

Example; “Roxy Lalonde is a lesbian.”

Awesome headcanon, and it could definitely be true! Why not? That’s a totally fair post to make. But then I’ll see someone respond with something like “that’s a cool headcanon, and I personally headcanon Roxy as bisexual!” And the response from OP, and people who agree with OP’s headcanon get verbally abusive toward the other LGBT+ person who is “dissenting.” The person who shared their own headcanon is seen as stealing something from lesbians, from trans people, from gay men, from whatever OP originally stated the character was.

And I don’t get it, like. The in-fighting... it’s not based on a whole lot when it comes to character headcanons, and I wish we could band together with representation standards instead of playing Oppression Olympics against each other. Like, there’s nothing wrong with having xyz headcanons, and experiencing them as the truth for oneself. But the verbal abuse and the personal shaming directed toward the people who see other potentials for that character are just... alarming. It’s like we, in the LGBT+ community, are actively looking for reasons to hate each other, and it’s not particularly informative when based off posts like these.

Posts about characters’ sexualities and genders are important to open up dialogues and give representation to groups of people who are under/mis-represented and marginalized.

And, of course, there are inequalities within the LGBT+ community that need to be addressed. I just don’t think character headcanon posts (and literally raking another LGBT+ person through the coals for seeing an opportunity for their own representation) is fair, unless the circumstances are very specific.

Now, if someone responded differently (than in my example) to an OP’s post stating “Rose Lalonde is a lesbian,” and the what they said was more like: “you’re wrong, she’s definitely bisexual, stop erasing bisexuals,” that’s an unfair response, and that is derailment, imo. When you tell someone that they’re just wrong (and they’re a bad person for it), it leaves no room for a conversation between LGBT+ people; it just starts a fight. And there’s nothing inherently xyz-phobic about headcanoning characters a certain way and making a post about it.

So, essentially, what I’m saying is that we should be able to openly share headcanons about characters’ genders/sexualities, without just outright shutting them down (on the respondent’s end and/or the OP’s end) and actively shaming/hurting the other person for having a different headcanon.

I mean, even if someone headcanons a character as straight -- for me, as long as they aren’t just shutting LGBT+ headcanons down, they, personally, can headcanon that character as straight all they want (if the character’s sexuality hasn’t been discussed in-canon, I figure it’s up for grabs -- if the character has been created with LGBT+ representation in mind, then I think re-imagining them as straight is erasure, simply because we, as LGBT+ people, don’t have a whole lot of complex, interesting characters to identify with in that manner).

Sorry, that was a long response!!! :’) Like all my responses, whoops... anyway:

tl;dr; Yeah, I see posts like that aaaaaaaall the time, and I wish these posts could be made about LGBT+ headcanons without straight people or other LGBT+ people simply shutting them down, regardless of whether the person shutting someone else down is the OP, or a respondent.

#sexuality #headcanons #characters #fandoms #gender #LGBT+#LGBT infighting #homestuck mention -#but that was just one example and probably not the best one I could have used so -#take it with a grain of salt -#ask to tag -#important topics -#anons #scotchasks

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jadedresearcher · 7 years

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Best Bug Report Ever

A special Bug Report from TheLertTheWorldNeeds: [Purplefrogadox space] The Hunt Session: 33

arsenicCatnipx12Combo: :33 :33 :33 :33 :33 :33 :33 :33 :33 :33 :33 :33 < *acx12c spies an enticing bug! acx12c surrounds the bug with purrfect stealth (acx12c is legion, for we are many). ac0 scares the bug because that's all ac0 is good for other than being totally adorable. the bug runs away... but ac3 was behind the bush it goes for the hole time (hence the myserty)! ac3 is really good at holding the bug down, and it doesn't get away no matter how hard it tries. ac5 wants to slap the bug until it dies and then eat it, and that's exactly what should happen because ac5 is best ac, but ac1 insists on interrogating the bug.*

AC1: :33 < *ac1 gives the bug a dirty look. "what are you?" she says in her most intimidating voice. she pawses to let it answer* BUG: . . . AC1: :33 < *ac1 slaps the defendant (no claws, just psychological warfare)* BUG: I'm not tellin' you nothin'! AC1: :33 < *ac1 pulls out a ceagar coin. "heads," she says, "and we let you go. bad heads," she continmews as she flips it, "and ac5 slaps you until you squeak like a scurry vermin." ac1 watches the bug gulp as she flips the coin* ping, twirl, twirl, WHACK, roll, roll, silence BUG: Oh, thank god. AC1: :33 < *ac1 is purrplexed. she wonders why the bug is happy* BUG: Uh, the coin landed on heads, so . . . you're letting me go, right? AC1: :33 < coin? the purrosecution sees no coin . . . BUG: ! Ohhh, no... AC1: :33 < SHE'S BLIND, REMEMPU-- BUG: I'll talk! I'LL TALK!! In scenario_controller2.js, there's a line missing between 563 and 564 that should define the variable guardian after it gets reset at the beginning of the loop if the session generated by seed 33 still has its own players! That's why you don't exist! guardian never gets defined, so when getLevelArray tries to take it as an argument, it throws a TypeError and the whole script stops! AC1: :33 < is that all? BUG: Um, I think that line 573 using i instead of 5 might result in all of you being each troll from post-scratch session 612 instead of just Nepetas. AC0: WHAT?! AC1: WH4T?! AC3: D--> What?! AC4: what. AC5: :33 < *ac5 says "what?!"* AC6: uH, wHAT? AC7: Wh8t?! AC8: What?! AC9: wwhat?! AC10: W)(at?! AC11: thii2 ii2 2tupiid. AC5: :33 no, you big grump, that was very infurmative! AC11: maybe 2o, but thii2 ii2n't even the bug we were lookiing for. AC0: YEAH, WE WERE WONDERING WHY POST-SCRATCH EASTER EGG SESSIONS DIDN'T HAVE EASTER EGG PLAYERS. I STILL CAN'T REMEMBER WHY WE AGREED TO CHANGE OUR TROLLTAGS AND WEAR TAILS. AC5: :33 < *ac5 is SHOCKED that ac0 forgot that ac5 is the expert huntress here, so ac5 makes the hunting rules* BUG: Uh, if I'm not the bug you're looking for, can I go? AC4: i d0n't see any reas0n t0 keep it if jadedresearcher is just g0ing t0 zap it anyway. AC5: :33 < fine, let it go, equius BUG: SO LONG, S U C K E R S ! AC7: Aaaaaaaall right, 8ack to the trolltags. AC5: :33 < oh, don't you start hissing about the numbers. i started furom zero and went in the order we entered our session AC9: wwhat part of "wwe need to find the bug that keeps post-scratch easter egg sessions from havvin the right players" did you miss? If wwe dont find the right fuckin bug, wwe nevver WWILL enter our session AC10: Oh, lig)(ten up! Whale finned it eventually! AC11: actually, even iif we cant enter, each of us ha2 an iindex iin the code two match our entry po2iitiion2 AC1: W3LL 1M F1N3 W1TH MY NUMB3R UNL3SS FOUR HUNDR3D TH1RT33N 1S 4V41L4BL3 AC3: D--> I would prefer one or zero, but I don't take e%ception to three. AC8: Can We Please Focus On The Task At Hand AC6: uH, hAS ANYBODY SEEN GAMZEE? ACX11C: :33 :33 :33 :33 :33 :33 :33 :33 :33 :33 :33 < . . . AC9: if that wwackos engaged murder mode again i wwill NOT fuckin hesitate to vvanquish him AC8: While I Agree With The Intended Sentiment That Might Not Be The Best Choice Of Words Given Your Quirk AC0: ARE YOU SO FAR UP YOUR NOOKS THAT YOU FORGOT I CAN CALM HIM DOWN? AC5: :33 < *ac5 would know if someone had engaged murder mode, because its her job to scratch murder mode characters faces with her claws* AC11: ii hate two bur2t your bubble, but you liiterally gave all of u2 claw2 two hunt bug2 wiith. he could have 2cratched hii2 own face. AC11: al2o, are you 2eriiou2ly roleplaying a2 your2elf? AC5: :33 < *ac5 is such an awesome huntress that everyone including herself wants to roleplay as her* AC6: uH, wE SHOULD BE LOOKING FOR GAMZEE, i THINK, AC2: HeY gUyS, cOmE lOoK aT tHiS wEiRd BuG! ACX12C: :33 :33 :33 :33 :33 :33 :33 :33 :33 :33 :33 :33 < . . . AC2: WhAt? AC6: hE FOUND A BUG, sO, wE SHOULD GO LOOK AT IT, tO SEE WHAT IT IS, rIGHT? AC5: :33 < *ac5 agr33s* AC5: :33 < *acx11c walks over to s33 the bug ac2 found* AC0: I GET THAT YOU'RE HAVING FUN BEING THE LEADER, AND I SIMULTANEOUSLY MARVEL AT HOW *ANYONE* CAN HAVE FUN LEADING THE TWELVE OF US, BUT DO YOU HAVE TO NARRATE EVERYTHING WE DO? AC5: :33 < yes AC2: HeY kArKaT, lOoK, iT's GoT hAnDs ThAt LoOk LiKe YoUr WeApOnS. bUt, AlL sTrAiGhT aNd ShIt. AC0: THAT IS A DESCRIPTION THAT APPLIES TO THAT THING I'M LOOKING AT. SOLLUX, WHAT IS THIS THING? AC11: woah, that'2 a commantii2. they only 2how up when the problem ii2 an iintended feature that the developer diidn't notiice would confliict wiith another part of the program. BUG: //use seeds the same was as original session and also make DAMN sure the players/guardians are fresh. AC11: that'2 iit! the scratch() functiion regenerate2 the whole 2e22iion two erase foreiign player2 who joiined iin a combo 2e22iion pre-2cratch, but iit doe2n't check two 2ee iif the 2eed wa2 2uppo2ed two be an ea2ter egg! AC10: Wow, I t)(ink t)(is is t)(e first time I've -EV-ER seen you )(appy 38D AC11: fuck yeah ii'm happy, ii ju2t fiigured out why we can't exii2t! AC0: OH, YEAH, SURE, WE CAN'T EXIST AND IT'S *SUCH* A BIG RELIEF KNOWING WHY. AC11: iit II2 a reliief becau2e we can tell jadedre2earcher, who can then fiix iit, a22hole. AC6: hOW ARE WE GOING TO TELL SOMEONE SOMETHING, iF WE DON'T EXIST? AC4: let the 0bserver d0 it, 0f c0urse. AC7: 8y the waaaaaaaay, if we're done hunting 8ugs, can we switch 8ack to our normal trolltags? AC5: :33 < not quite yet! theres still one more thing we have to do! AC7: Fiiiiiiiine, wh8t is it? AC5: :33 < *ac5 whispurrs the last thing everyone has to do* AC0: IT WOULD HELP IF YOU ACTUALLY DID THE WHISPERING. AC5: :33 < *ac5 was GETTING THERE* AC5: :33 < (whisper, whisper) ACX12C: :33 :33 :33 :33 :33 :33 :33 :33 :33 :33 :33 :33 < *acx12c poses as a team; they just got real* CG: SO WHAT YOU'RE SAYING IS, WE'RE SHIT. GC: D4MN 1T, K4RK4T, TH4T W4S 4CTU4LLY 4 PR3TTY COOL 3ND1NG 4ND YOU RU1N3D IT.

(You can read my response to this and more at: http://purplefrog.com/~jenny/SburbStory/glitches.html)

#SBURB #homestuck #simulation #bug report

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deeroffal · 7 years

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Rose ♠️ Vriska!

Characters/Pairings: Rose Lalonde/Vriska Serket, Dave Strider, Terezi Pyrope,Kanaya Maryam, Rose/Kanaya

Rating: G

Words: 1,700

A.N.: This got out of hand as far as ‘a short ficlet’ goes, because this is a pairing I really like, but haven’t written for yet, so it’s more of a uh. Coming to the conclusion for Rose than any pitch shenanigans themselves. >x> Unedited, obviously.

In the beginning, you thought nothing of it. From what you could tell everyone would eventually snap or stomp off with some interactions with Vriska, who was always smug, like she was winning something for being insufferable.

“Heeeeeeeey Lalonde,” she waves from her place on the couch in the dining area, a wine bottle in her hand. “I thought I’d borrow this from you, seeing as how we can just make more later. I have to admit, it kinda sucks!”

“Oh, are you inebriated already?” You reply lightly, turning into the connected kitchen for afternoon tea (or as close to the afternoon as you’re sure it can be without a sun or spinning planetoid).

“I just said it sucks, I’d need more than this tiny bottle of old fruit. Do you have any idea of the old fucking awesome brews I found FLARPing?”

“My curiosity is well warranted, I can never be sure what’s causing the stupid things that come out of your mouth.” After that you leave with a flourish and a smirk to the sound of breaking glass and Terezi whooping in amusement.

—

Alcohol is no longer a source of amusement for anyone, it seems. Vriska knocks the glass out of your hand, fists clenched so tight they shake, and you later find spots of her blue blood on the floor.

Dave is the only one who tries to intervene before Vriska leaves, and when he asks Karkat why he didn’t say anything he replies incomprehensibly with, “There aren’t enough caegers in all the doomed timelines that would inspire me enough to be the leaf between those two broads.”

—

When you ask Dave, he’s not helpful.

“Alright, Rose, you know I love listening to you talk – ”

“Not as much as you love listening to yourself.”

“That goes without saying. Anyways. As much as I love listening to you talk all the fucking time about Vriska, I really honestly got my fill of that from Terezi. I am still kind of getting my fill of that from Terezi, like some Pillsbury dough boy being force fed his own burnt croissant recipes over the course of breakfast, brunch, tea time, lunch, dinner, supper – ”

“Dave.”

“Alright my point is she’s annoying but she’s not that annoying. If you hate her just on principle that’s fine not everyone gets along, but probably stop goading her?”

“I do not goad her, if anything she goads me.”

“Uh okay.” You can’t see it happening, but when Dave rolls his eyes his head always ends up tilting to the right. “Just steer clear of her. If the juggalo dude has gone all these weeks without detection than I’m sure you can manage with your Seer shit.”

—

Vriska is impossible to avoid.

Her constant insistence to needle her way under your skin, overbearing in how she shoves herself into everyone’s business, everyone’s attentions with her gregarious historonics.

Unavoidable.

Your cold and snapping altercations leave you rejuvenated, as you are often the winner.

—

“I had feared asking this some time ago, though have since realized that what I have to say will not be taken as a proposition given your lack of understanding, and little education, towards troll quadrants, but I want to know; what are your intentions with Vriska?”

You look away from the chess board to better assess what Kanaya means through her expression, but find her expression only hesitant concern.

“I don’t understand the question,” you reply with honesty.

“I am also more than capable of giving you two privacy,” Terezi, your chess partner, already rising from her seat.

“No, I think your prescence is perfectly fine as Vriska’s moirail – ”

“Oh my God, Kanaya.”

“I was just saying – ”

“I know what you meant. I’ll be back in five, Lalonde, consider your Queen mine.”

“The point of the game is to acquire the King’s surrender, not to court the Queen.”

“Oh, I know what I’m doing.” Terezi waggles her eyebrows at you before neatly making herself scarce. At her leave Kanaya sits lightly onto the vacant chair and smooths out her skirts.

“We have talked about quadrants together.”

“Yes,” you nod.

“You told me you had an understanding of them.”

“Well, a basic understanding.” Your brows furrow as Kanaya leans tiredly onto the table, wiping a slow hand over her face.“I have done a poor job then, I’m afraid, as increasingly your and Vriska’s actions have been a rather blatant caliginous advances.” For a moment, you’re stunned.

“You think I’m…hate flirting. With Vriska.”

“No, no! What I’m – well it wouldn’t surprise me, is all, but I don’t know if you know what you’re doing from our point of view.” You can see it.

Oh, you can see it. At the very least you can admit that despite her long features and unwashed hair, there still manages to be something physically attractive about her, somehow, but.

But you think Kanaya has this all wrong.

“Not that I see anything wrong with that!” Kanaya adds hastily into the silence. “I have no intentions of getting between the two of you, or advising you against it, I merely wanted – ”

“Don’t worry about it,” You smile, reaching across the board to gently take her cool hand in yours. Her tension dissolves as she smiles back. “My emotions aren’t so complicated that I don’t know a simple annoyance when it shows itself.”

—Lapsing into companionable existence alongside the trolls was deceptively easy. Kanaya had quickly and seriously instructed you on proper etiquette, none of which were foreign to you.

Personal space is a thing, don’t touch a trolls horns, don’t start a fight that can’t be finished.

Simple things. Really simple things.

Complacency of safety was all on you. After the game, and the biweekly aggrievances with your Mother, you let your guard down somewhat. So it was with some surprise when primordial fear trips up your spine and sets your hair on end.

This isn’t even really about the complacency, it’s all about stupidity. Because trolls can be – trolls are – dangerous.Vriska’s teeth aren’t so different from Kanaya’s, but when accompanied with such genuine, bared ferocity and paired by a subsonic growl you can feel in your bones and chest, well. It’s more than a little intimating.

“I apologize, I didn’t mean – ”

“Oh, can it, you meant it and we both know it.” There’s a slight uncertainty underlying her ire, and you desperately want to pick at it. Like an idiot. Thankfully, you’re capable of restraint.

“Alright, I did.” You incline your head minutely, receiving another revving snarl from Vriska for doing so. “I had only meant to irritate by saying so, my intentions were not to infuriate.”

“Believe it or not, your intentions don’t mean shit to me.” You think she’s lying. You think she’s lying, but could be telling the truth if you play your cards wrong.

“Oh, I think I can rally myself into genuine belief,” you say faintly.

“Man, you have a mouth on you! Do you really think because you and Kanaya are a thing I won’t fuck with you?” Your back is already up against the wall, and when Vriska tilts her head down – brandishing her horns – adrenaline trickles into your veins at the idea of being run through with them.

God Tier or not, it would hurt. A lot.

“If you had asked me a minute ago, I would have answered yes.” Vriska chitters something out that you’re sure isn’t complimentary, and as she advances closer your next words come out more quiet, more quickly, more strained. “I’m starting to see the error in my assumption, however.”

You try not to flex your hand, to feel for the solidness of your wands and where they would release from your Strife Specibus so you could fight back. It’s not that you’re scared (you are, a little bit) but that you can’t afford this kind of fight. You still have years together on this vessel, and even if neither of you would die a final death, you feel the killing wouldn’t stop.

Wouldn’t stop until it was Just that one of you died. And for all the contentions between the two of you, you don’t want Vriska dead.

“You know what I hate about you humans?” Vriska asks lowly. “You expect us to cross aaaaaaaall the cultural barriers. Then you turn around and guffaw when we try and get something about us to stick in your rotten thinkpans. Had you tried to get more than the bare bones basics, you would have known you don’t make remarks like that about a trolls moirail.

“Especially not mine.”

“Noted.”

At that Vriska throws her head back and cackles. “You know, I should have let loose on you a long time ago! I knew you could take it. Despite what Kanaya and Terezi say, I think you humans are at least tougher than what they think. You got through the game, right? If you can handle that, you can handle me. Now that you’re taking me seriously.”

You have mixed feelings about that. After that near raging display, hearing what you have about Vriska’s fighting prowess, you’re. Amused? Not prideful, really, that she thinks you’re a match for her.

You want to test it out. You want to strife and see who would come out on top, no killing, just fighting, just – Vriska lights up, eyes wide as she taps her temple. “See you soon, Lalonde.”

She leaves, and you remember she’s psychic, and you remember what you had just told Kanaya.

You remember you’re an idiot, and you groan, and your head thuds back against the wall.

—

“So.” You say.

“So.” Kanaya mimics.

“It’s confusing.”

“Yes.”

“We don’t have anything remotely like this on Earth, nothing that was healthy – ”

“I understand.”

“Do you have any…books about it? Fiction works just as well as non-fiction.” Kanaya is practically blinding with her excitement.

—

“I know what you’re going to say – or what noise you’re going to make more accurately – and I know that Kanaya already talked to you about this, but as Vriska’s moirail – ” You groan.

You get the talk from Terezi. Not The Talk, but the you’re-getting-in-with-my-moirail talk, which is, somehow, much worse.

#vrisrose #rose lalonde #vriska serket #homestuck #fanfic #i tried looking for the ship name for this and either i cant find it or it's rarer than i assumed wow #Request

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