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#moondrop#its 11 months old according to my malmal activity#im back to drawing them again it seems TT#they're the kind of characters u can't help but go back to whenever you're tired#or in this case; when you don't have any ideas to draw lol#drawing a character so much that its become a habit even when ure interested in smth else rn#anyway yes im drawing sun and i hate that my improvement really shows whenever i draw them >:(#sorry for the ramble but also not sorry for the ramble (i am the ruler of these tags)#might try writing a fic abt them once i get a hang of writing characters#with my whole heart; i wish for them to fucking Cry#they deserve to be able to weep the tears they haven't wept
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don't really have time or energy to draw this right now so. you're getting it in writing instead
It's not your birthday. At best, you would call it a day that someone who was you once was familiar with.
One that he didn't like either. Sure, you'd pretend to be him for a bit, accept some birthday wishes for him. But it wasn't your birthday. Not to you, at least. You think they all understand, to a point. Dirk does, at least.
That was why you weren't prepared to humour this conversation.
TG: this is hal isnt it
TG: not mad jst
TG: how do i say this?
TT: It seems there's a fairly large chance you're accusing me of not being myself, based off of a totally bullshit statistic.
TT: Care to elaborate?
TG: if u want me to tell u happy birthday 2 i can lmao
TG: dont hafta be weird about impersonatin dirk for that!!!
TT: I...
TT: Sorry. Holdon.
TT: There we go.
TT: As I was about to say, it's not technically my birthday. It's Dirk's. I wasn't even created today.
TT: I'll relay your well-wishes to him whenever he returns. Don't need to ask me about it.
TG: hmm nah i think i like havin' a hold of u for this
TG: if ur like
TG: not REALLY him
TG: but have his memories and shit
TG: todays ur day too
TG: so happy b-day! im not takin' that back either!
TT: ...
TT: I should go.
TT: Dirk probably won't like me monopolizing his account, even if he isn't here.
TT: Thanks, I guess.
You log off without another word, back in your sort-of space. Maybe you'll check in with Jane in a bit. Maybe you'll go through the internet for no apparent reason.
You can't say that that made you feel human. Or that it made you feel better, but... it made you think. It made you feel something. That was a start, right?
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A firm series of slaps to the back of the cue-ball/head drags you out of your reverie. It's Itchy, hand poised to continue slapping you if you don't acknowledge him.
"Apologies. I must have became lost in thought," you begin, "as tends to happen with the omniscient. That said, there are better ways to get my attention."
Itchy shrugs and tells you he doesn't give a shit. He was just the fastest. The Felt needs you for somethin'. Somethin' he can't tell you about.
"Vague and somewhat sarcastic as always, Itchy. Just get to the point."
He just tells you you're no fun, before half dragging you out of one of your many studies. The whole manor is technically your study. But especially this one.
Itchy only bothers to take you about halfway, to where Crowbar is standing and waiting. He hardly says goodbye before dashing off to who-knows-where, probably to cause trouble somewhere else.
You pretend you don't know what's being hidden from you. You could figure out, and in the back of your mind you have figured out. But surprise is an emotion you like trying to fake.
Sometimes you wish you weren't faking it.
Crowbar walks up to you, with some off-handed comment about how he didn't expect Itchy to get you there on time. Or at all. He can never tell. Nonetheless, he's slightly more gentle when he offers you his hand, like he's not about to effectively drag you across an entire manor.
You don't remember the last time you've had actual contact with someone in a way that wasn't violent. You're not sure it's ever happened, honestly. (In reality, you know that isn't true. You were an indigoblood once, you recall. It's not as clear as the other memories, though.)
Crowbar's hand is felted, unsurprisingly, almost like a pool table. Again. Unsurprising. It's never surprising, but you commit the texture to memory anyway, all but ignoring what he's actually talking about. Something about a celebration.
He says they got the table stickball table fixed, and your attention is drawn again.
"Just call it a pool table."
He says he doesn't feel like it. It's a ball you hit with a stick on a table. Ain't a pool in sight. You agree, silently. The Alternian names for things were as foreign as they were ingrained; you knew them as much as you didn't know them.
Eventually, you're led into what you believe is the living room, and Crowbar lets go of your hand. You don't immediately adjust to the lack of feeling in your hand, almost like you were... severely touch-starved, actually, or something.
That's ridiculous, of course. You aren't technically alive, even if you're not as "soon to die" as you once were.
Someone, you think it could be Quarters, explains that all the Felt knows it isn't technically your birthday, and that it's only such by a few tangents. (You mentally add on that you weren't even created today).
But, Quarters adds, you've been stuck in a rut of sorts for a while. It wasn't really anyone's idea, he says. But it was agreed that it might get you feeling better for a while.
And, for once, you feel surprise. You never thought that they actually cared. Or even noticed. You're just their boss, of course. You're hardly even there.
(You have spent the past few months only leaving the Manor when you absolutely have to.)
You can't say it makes you feel alive. Or better, really. But it made you think. It made you feel something.
And, as you're dragged to play table stickball with Trace and Sawbuck, you decide that's a start.
#long post#scratch.txt#toying with this cueball man's brain#//#hehe#honestly i don't think i COULD have drawn this if i wanted to. so. here.
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so i was playing artw again and on 5-16 i noticed something weird (?)
so when pollux, summoner and sirius stumble upon the void, the dark sorcerers say that they must tell the "shepherd" about their success. and the only shepherd we know rn is arcturus who always mentions his sheep which gives me more reason to suspect that arcturus is not what he seems.
also not to mention that when pollux was being cornered by kamargos after the banquet incident, one of the students talked about the story of the boy who cried wolf and how sorcerers weren't allowed in the east boundary anymore.
OH MY GOD I'M LITERALLY REPLYING AFTER A MONTH IM SO SORRY I DON'T COME ON THIS ACCOUNT OFTEN BUT NOW I WILL BC
wooo floor 12 announcement!!!
and to the ask, yes yes this part stuck out to me so much. Arcturus used to be a shepherd before he was a constellation choice and not only that, like you said, he's the only one mentioned in the story who has any relation to this title. Referring to my old post, how arcky seemed to be relieved when it was said that any info related to The Void seems to be in shadows even till now, it draws more suspicion
But here I wanna link this somewhat to Sirius. Pollux, him and summoner were the ones who stumbled upon this exchange between the void members and if i'm not wrong, sirius "indirectly" led them there. He was as vague as possible. THEN not only that, like you mentioned "banquet incident, one of the students talked about the story of the boy who cried wolf". The boy who cried wolf = Arcky, The Wolf = Sirius. Sirius' magic to shapeshift has never mentioned his limits and this makes me wonder if the wolf Arcky saw on his way back after guiding summoner and Vega back was Sirius himself who erased Arcky's memories.
If we somehow link these two incidents together, Sirius appearing before Arcky as wolf and how Sirius "vaguely" led the duo(Pollux and Summoner) to the sus exchange, I kinda wanna lean to the thought that Sirius has been pulling strings behind the curtains since a long time ago. What if he knows Arcky has ties to The Void and is just refusing to say it out loud bc he knows he will look stupid without evidence. My opinion that Sirius is the one who remembers more of his past than other main characters still rests with this TT
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oh god I haven’t even thought abt the lore. well there’s mecrosoft paper, suitcase, test tube, feathry, and silver spoon but I didnt really have an idea for him so. im saying ss is non canon. and then later we added gray and moon who don’t have designs yet
paper is like clippy and really clingy. I think he’s also a bit of mischievous spyware, just a silly little guy Knowing about you and your computer. despite me drawing suitcase first, paper was the first guy created. paper pops up randomly with his tips n stuff and then disappears of the screen to who knows where lol. he’s differentiated from ii paper in that he almost always has a static smile on his face and also the pink line on him is now black.
suitcase is a wonderful file organizer and works good with storage. like paper, she randomly pops up with tips and tricks about computer tech and fun facts. she usually stays on screen if there’s at least one application open. suitcase ISNT spyware however 🎉. iirc shes abt to be discontinued for a newer os (you can still archive the download site tho). difference from regular suitcase she is a flat fuck and also can float. more expressive than the other guys too!
test tube I havent talked abt too much. most recent product and is also an organizer. as well as helps run applications. they say tt makes the computer run faster but they are 8000% lying. made to replace suitcase and paper on newer operating systems but uhhh glitchy as hell not working >:(. they brought back using these guys as spyware and even adware. horrible. tt always has a clipboard and again mostly a static smiling face. silly idle animations. comes on every os and there’s youtube videos on how to uninstall her /silly
mecrosoft is a shitty company so since tt creates adware, they advertised feathry as an ad remover. and she works!!! mostly!!! theyve still gotta make money n shit so she doesnt work all the way. just enough. shes also a paid subscription so mecrosoft you bitch as. feathry has a green marker but she doesnt even scribble out ads it’s just there for appeal. but if you buy now you get a silly creature on your computer!!!!!!!! please
mecrosoft gray wasn’t really ever supposed to exist tbh lol!! they were trying to make mini helper things for each application but none of the guys ever worked except gray’s and they couldn’t figure out why. the real reason is because well! gray is the reason. fucked up little computer creature demands ten thousand attention forever and started deleting code for the other guys while they were testing. and then they just kinda forgot to take gray off of the os because no one ever uses the calculator tool. gray even buggier than metube because he just always gives the wrong answer or just some non existent unit of measurement. little fucked up thing. sentient creature. invasive species. probably a bad idea. might even give your computer a virus? idk it seems to be quite good at modifying code /silly
lore lore lore: copy of mepaper started bugging out on an old computer and the guy using it was like “hmm this is some really creepypasta shit.” idm if you wanna make that guy OJ ig that’d be cool I never really decided (I think ill just say OJ here to make it easier) but mepaper eventually became sentient and became friends with him. but OJ can’t really do work on it now so he bought another one off of like craigslist or whatever. came installed with mesuitcase. mepaper saw that n was like “what the hell dude.” keep in mind this guy(mepaper) doesnt have a voice so hes just speaking thru text boxes lol. so what mepaper did was fuck up the mecase computer with like some really bad virus but somehow mecase survived that. barely. so OJ was like “fucks sake dude” and ig mepaper felt bad so he tried to apologize. but OJ wouldn’t let them near each other so they kinda just yelled from across the house when he wasn’t home. mecase has a voice btw uh it’s not the best quality but she has it. so they made up and theyre cool now.
I haven’t thought abt anything with metube or mefeathry yet so youll have to wait for that 🎉
#rdl#mecrosoft#sure awesome 🎉#now where have I heard the concept of paper doing silly things on a computer before looks directly at my mutual#/SILLLY#ok maybe I DID think abt the lore /silly
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Anon said: I love your cartoon mice! You could make a series out of them!
I could!! I’d love to!!!!!! If you guys would be interested in me posting more of the original/cartoonish animals-and-still-life stuff I doodle I wouldn’t mind sharing at all!!!
@notanerd579 said: hey! i’ve been a fan of yours for quite a while and i’ve had your post notifs on for some time. lately i noticed how quiet you’ve been so i looked up your page, and i somehow was no longer following you? i don’t know what happened, but i wanna make sure u know in case it’s happened to any of your other followers
Answering this publicly cause it seemed like you wanted me to, thank you so much! Both for following me again and for being worried it might have happened to someone else!! I hope not ;;;;
Anon said: your iidayama fusion... love him so much
Ohhhhhhhhhhh I’m glad, I loved that one concept probably the most out of every other one!
Anon said: Ahhh i love your art style so much!!!! Thank for all the good Kiribaku stuff my dude!!!❤❤
No anon thank you!!!!! 💕💕💕
Anon said: So, I’m just wondering what makes u ship Seromina? My friend only said that their shipped because there the only last two in the Bakusquad, ( Kiribaku, Kamijirou )
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH oh, okay! Actually I have no clue if that’s why other people ship them? It might be? It might also be that them being the last two out of the group made people consider the ship and then start actually enjoy the possibility of it? I don’t know! Personally SeroMina is one of the ships I’ve been shipping the longest (I’ve been on it since before starting to like kamijirou, actually!) and one of the only three ships in bnha I have a seriously hard time breaking up and shipping around (the other two being ochadeku and bakushima) so I’m reasonably sure my ending up liking them was an independent thought process and it wasn’t guided by shipping other things? But it’s been so long that I can’t really say why I first considered them as a possibility, so who knows, really! Might be, might not!
The reason why I’m still shipping it right now is that I find them highly compatible, that their interactions in canon give me life, and that I just find them extremely visually pleasing - I think I have a very specific way of shipping them? In my head? I have this story about them, or... an ideal way in which I like to think they might happen, and it makes me very happy and makes me feel very warm and it’s just, it’s ideal? To me, the possibility of Sero and Ashido ending up together would make for an ideal lovestory and relationship, it just gives me the fuzzies haha it’s like, you know, they’re very very good friends, and to me that’s the most solid base to start a relationship, and they’re comfortable with one another which is wonderful. They’re the same type of silly and extra and rowdy which is fun, and I’m very very stuck on the fact that when Ashido was talking about her future agency she just assumed Sero would be in it - she wants him in her future??? how cute is that!! he wasn’t the only one she mentioned so I’m not saying it’s “canon proof” or whatever, I just like that out of the squad the only one she assumed would be with her in the future is Sero, it’s soft I like it. And I like how she’s by canon called bright and shining and eyecatching and Sero’s by canon called plain, I like the possibilities in that, the feelings in that, but especially I like the idea of bright shining wonderful Ashido with her love for everything romantic and always in search of her own shining love story one day looking at Sero and realizing that she doesn’t want anyone else!! because he makes her laugh! he makes her happy! he makes her feel like she’s perfect the way she is!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! with her loud laugh and childish sense of humor and overly-bright fashion sense, and I love love love the idea of Sero thinking her completely out of his league and never thinking anything could ever happen between them but like, not in a sad pining sort of way? more in a “she’s ideal and I know she’s out of my league so I’m not putting any thought in it but she ideal”, only for Ashido!!! to confess!!!!!!! To HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! just thinking about it makes me feel all warm inside I’m talking too much okay I know I just love them So Much Hori please don’t pair them off with someone else I’ll cry a river
Anon said: Have you seen the newest BNHA chapter??
THIS WAS ABOUT THE KAMIJIROU ONE HELL YEAH I READ THE KAMIJIROU CHAPTER HOLY H E C K
Anon said: Kiribaku, am I right?
you’re So Right, anon
Anon said: first off, i LIVE for your art, it always makes me so happy to see the boys!! also i am impressed with the way you made sero's elbows look anatomically correct he is a Good boy but man is he hard to draw and u did that
THANK YOU!!!! I actually spent a whole lot of time trying to figure out a way to draw his elbows that made sense to me and most times I still struggle with it a lot but I’m super happy to hear the way I go about it makes sense to you!!
Anon said: I was just wondering if you were still into Haikyuu?
Hell yeah! Both following the new anime season and still following the manga!
Anon said: Blue, grey, cinnamon, periwinkle, mauve, blush, indigo, fuchsia, lavender, saffron, plum, sage, viridian, burgundy. Colors taken from mk-58
...............................anon I’m sorry I have no clue what this is about orz
Anon said: Hey there! I love your art so much! Would you ever consider drawing Genos from One Punch Man? He’s my friend’s favorite character and she would totally love it. If not, that’s ok whatever you’re comfortable with :)
Ahhhh I’m sorry anon but I don’t really make a habit of drawing OPM stuff ): I’m glad you like my style, though! Thank you!!
Anon said: IS THIS WHERE YOU'VE BEEN HIDING MY DEAR~?? I'VE BEEN SEARCHING FOR YOOOOOOOOU~~~~~~~
I also don’t know what THIS is about!!!! is this a song I’m supposed to know because I feel like it is but it’s been weeks and my brain just isn’t cooperating!!!
Anon said: Not a question but I NEED you to know that your bokuroteru tattoo au comic gave me the biggest motivation to start writing again (albeit for bnha, instead of haikyuu) because it's just sooo good!! Their interaction, the way bokuro seem confident and comfortable even tho they're actually lame dorks who blush a lot, the way teru confessed to the two guys, their kisses //// just gahhh everything about your comic gave me the dokis. You're an inspiration
I’m so so so happy to hear that oh my god!!! (TTATT) the fact that that comic can still make people feel stuff means so much to me holy heck I’m gonna cry ;;;;;;;;;;;;;; 💕💕💕💕💕💕
Anon said: CAN WE HAVE MORE AKANE?? PLEASE I LOVE THAT CHILD TO DEATH!!!! I'm new to the blog so Idk if this would be a request but...I just really want some Akane...
I do wanna draw more of her!!!!!!!!! I just don’t have any ideas at all!!!!!!! I hope inspo will come back to me soon ;; meanwhile thank you so much for being interested in my little rude bean TT^TT
Anon said: !!! i just scrolled through my dash and saw some icon set post that had a a character i didn't recognize, but the image in the middle was familiar, and i realized it was your art ;; so i 1) was proud of myself for recognizing your style immediately and 2) asked op to take the post down since there was no credit and the image was edited. hope you have a lovely day! i got your back 💞
Thank you so much for looking out for me, anon!!!!!! 💕💕💕💕 you’re the best and I appreciate you A LOT
Anon said: OH MY GOD YOU DREW GALO AND LIO I JUST WATCHED PROMARE TODAY AND I THOUGHT "THEY LOOK FAMILIAR"
I have so many more ideas for those two!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m not sure WHY I’m not drawing more, honestly!!!!! my hands lately haven’t been very cooperative orz
Anon said: Ok so Idk if I lowkey offended u with my last ask so IM SO SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME IT WAS A JOKE
NOT OFFENDED SORRY FOR THE WAY I WORDED THE ANSWER seriously I’m really sorry I was just kind of already beating myself up over the fact that I haven’t been posting enough so the answer ended up sounding like that because in my brain I was like yeah fran where IS the stuff!!!!! so, yeah. It was more on me than on you, I’m really sorry for that ;;
#fran answers#i kind of went off on that sero***mina ask didn't i#oops#sorry i talk a lot about the stuff im passionate about hahaha
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Power Play (m)
⇥ written as part of the Lights, Camera, Action! pornstar collab ⇤
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➾ warnings: degradation/ humiliation, unprotected sex, creampies, cum eating, thigh riding, ass play, spitting, mentions of religion (porn scene involving a Catholic priest and school girl- please skip over if this offends you!), mentions of impregnation
➾ a/n: thank you so much to my deli fairy @jimlingss for hearing me out when i was ranting about how hard it was to write this. you gave me so much inspiration and motivation to write, and this fic would not be here without you :D @parkmuse you are the absolute mvp for offering to beta read this monster. thank you for validating me when i needed it TT i know you’ll just nut over this so enjoy ;-) and of course!!!! @winetae I'm so happy and grateful to be a part of this collaboration 😭 im honoured to be able to fulfil your porn star dreams :”D
happy valentine’s day 🌹❤️
please do check out the other lovely writers in the collab too!!
➾ summary: You know him as the A lister of all porn stars; a man who sits pretty in his place at the top of the food chain. But you also know him as the Park Jimin who single handedly humiliated you and ruined your own career as a rookie just starting out, the epitome of the biggest dick in the entire industry… and you’re not talking about his assets. But when Park Jimin comes to you, saying he’s in a slump that only you can get him out of and begs you to sign an exclusive contract with him; things get messy… in more ways than one.
“Longer thrusts, we want to see that cock sliding in and out, and more power please,” the director calls out as Jimin grunts mid thrust. “And watch your expression! You look like you’re fucking a garbage disposal. Get it together, Park!”
Sweat is pouring down his face as he gathers the last bit of his strength to push his co-star’s legs up onto his shoulders. Below him is one of his fellow A listers, the hottest, most on demand porn star in the industry. Everything from Sana’s bouncing, voluptuous breasts to her tiny squeaks and moans should serve as motivation for him and help him to perform his best, but there’s somehow… something lacking.
He’d been wanting to work with Sana for the longest time ever, even his manager was enthusiastic about two top A-listers coming together (no pun intended), but looking down at her now, it’s blatantly obvious that he isn’t as physically attracted to her as he thought.
“Cut, makeup team please,” the director motions for a touchup to be done, and Jimin groans as he pauses his thrusts and a few stylists fuss with his hair and his face. The sweat is carefully sponged off his forehead, the shading on his abs touched up a little, and being in this position, with this many strangers crowding around him nearly makes him go soft inside Sana’s pussy.
“You okay?” Sana frowns in concern as she can feel him start to slide out of her, gripping him with her walls tighter.
Jimin brushes aside her concern with a nod, just as the director calls for them to resume, and he starts pumping his hips into her again, driving deep with every thrust. Something he’s doing must be right, since the director is calling for close up shots and urging him to go faster and harder.
“Money shot in two minutes, Park please get ready,” the script writer reminds him somewhere from behind, and he grunts low in his throat, reaching down to wrap his hands around Sana’s waist to pull her onto his cock more firmly. “When you’re ready, pull out till just the tip. We want a nice big creampie there, tell us if you need the backup…”
Jimin forces himself to go harder, feeling his balls tighten up as he tries to cum on command, something he’s never had trouble with since the beginning of his career. He’s practically built his entire reputation as a porn star on creampies and facials, not to mention he knows he looks like sin incarnate when he throws his head back while he cums.
“Oh fuck, yes,” Sana gasps under him, and when her walls flutter around him, it occurs to Jimin that she’s not acting right now, she’s actually about to cum around him. “Pl-lease cum inside me, I want your cum so bad, fill my pussy up.”
Her passionate moans make her scripted lines even more believable, this is why she’s an A-lister, because she actually enjoys having sex on camera. Hearing her beg for his cum is almost enough to push him over the edge, just almost. But today he needs just a little bit more, so he squeezes his eyes shut and calls to mind a random image from his wank bank.
The first thing that comes to mind is a red plaid skirt under him and his hands around a waist, translucent white shirt stretched tight over small, perky breasts. His gaze travels up to her neck, and just almost reaches her face before—
“Fuck,” Jimin swears under his breath, hopefully disguising it as a grunt of pleasure when he realises that he doesn’t have the money shot today, too distracted by the suddenness of that mental image. He makes a discreet gesture behind his back, hidden from the camera, and that’s when one of the assistants steps in with a tube in between his spread legs.
The tube goes below his cock and inserted shallowly unto Sana’s pussy, so when Jimin groans and jerks himself off with one hand, the assistant pumps the lube up into the tube, making it seem as if Jimin had just blown his load. He feels the lube surround the head of his cock as he attempts a few small thrusts to spread it around a little, make it more realistic, before pulling out.
The fake cum that drips from Sana’s pussy looks far too realistic, that even Jimin himself is amazed. He spreads her lips with both fingers to show the camera the thick white liquid leaking from her, playing with her clit and coating it with the mixture as he rubs her to a final orgasm that makes her walls clench around nothing, squeezing out even more of the fake cum onto the mattress.
And then he moves off the bed as the camera zooms in for the last frame as Sana spreads her legs wide to show off her creamed pussy, fingers dipping into the mess and then licking it clean with her tongue, giggling as she licks her lips.
“Cut!” The director draws the final scene to a close, and just in time too, because Jimin’s cock is going soft even though he didn’t even cum.
Sana flashes him a smile in thanks as she sits up to peer in between her legs, and a few assistants help her to clean up.
“Hey, you okay?” Manager Sejin hurries over to bring him his robe and a wet wipe, and Jimin shrugs it on silently, swiping half-heartedly at his thighs just to go through the motion of it all before he ties his robe closed and runs a hand through his sweaty hair, adamantly turning his back towards the director who is still talking with a few set assistants and script writers.
Not a few minutes later, the director strides over with a few script writers and exchanges a few laughs and jokes with Sejin, and Jimin is forced to turn around as well.
“The famous Park Jimin, what a show stopper,” he grins, slapping Jimin on the shoulder a few times with a huge grin on his face, seemingly pleased with how the whole shoot went today. “I knew it was a good call casting you and Sana together. You both look like a real on-screen couple! Both hot as fuck with bodies to die for, now that’s what I call chemistry!”
Jimin can only manage a half-hearted smile, which the director is entirely smitten with as he makes promises with Sejin to be in touch for Jimin’s next project soon. If that’s what the director thinks is chemistry, then he hasn’t seen many movies. But then again, what counts as chemistry in the porn industry is totally different from Hollywood. Here, as long as you act like you’re having a good time, say your cheesy lines and cum on command, anything goes.
His teeth sink into his lower lip as he makes his way to the car, getting in without a single word. Fooling the director is one thing, but there’s one person he’ll never be able to fool, and that’s himself. Jimin has never felt as if he was on the verge of losing an erection during a scene. The first five minutes of the car ride is spent in silence as he reproaches himself over and over, and Sejin casts him a wary glance.
“You’re doing it again, aren’t you? Blaming yourself over something that can’t be changed,” Sejin interrupts his thoughts.
“No, it’s just…” Jimin denies it, but gives in a second later. “I was struggling during that last scene. Like really, honestly struggling. I think I’m losing it.”
To admit it out loud might be the scariest thing he’s ever done in his entire life to date. Saying it out loud makes it seem all the more real, and although it might be childish, Jimin thinks that if he keeps all these thoughts buried away in the corners of his mind, then everything will be alright again. All his doubts and insecurities will turn out to be nothing but lies, and everything will be okay.
“I know. I saw,” Sejin says. “Everyone struggles once in a while. What’s important is that you pulled through.”
His sincere words somehow makes Jimin want to keep talking. “I think… I’m tired. Tired of fake cumming in girls, tired of slapping random asses every day. The director said we had fucking chemistry. Can you believe that? Sana and I wouldn’t last two seconds in a science lab.”
Sejin chuckles as Jimin gets himself all worked up, muttering under his breath. “People see what they want to see, kid.”
“Do you remember anything about a girl in a white shirt and red plaid skirt?” Jimin asks suddenly, and Sejin is somewhat derailed by the change in topic, but decides to go along with his plucky charge’s demands. “Maybe one of my ex co-stars?”
“Park, this is porn. Red plaid skirt is a porn category all on its own, you must have fucked at least a dozen girls in that get up. So you gotta be more specific,” Sejin says as he turns into Jimin’s driveway, bringing the car to a stop.
“Oh. Right.” Visibly disappointed, Jimin leans back in his seat for a moment before reaching for the seatbelt to unbuckle it. “Well, thanks for today, hyung. I’ll get going now—“
“Wait, Park, I’ve been wanting to talk to you about this for a while now,” Sejin turns to Jimin with a contemplative look on his face. “It’s about a new project I had in mind. I’ve been discussing this with a few people from the brand department, and I think it’ll get you out of your slump.”
“That’s what we thought about Sana, remember?” Jimin fidgets with the tie on his robe. “Who is it this time? Another blonde bombshell? We pretty much exhausted the entire A listers already, so I don’t see who else—“
“Except she’s not an A lister,” Sejin turns and rummages around the mess that is the backseat of his car for a few minutes before pulling out a tablet and unlocking it with a few swipes. “But she’s a rising star. A face you don’t really see that often in porn, and her concept is unique too.”
He clicks open a few folders and swipes through a few albums before he finds what he wants, handing the tablet to Jimin. “Here. This girl. I don’t think you’ve ever worked with her before, but—“
The tablet feels like stone in his hands as he stares at the image, and suddenly, he’s able to put a face to that girl in the white shirt and plaid skirt from earlier. This must be a slightly newer picture, since your hair looks different from how he remembers it. You’re wearing a white lace babydoll set, looking more innocent and pure than anything he’s ever seen in his entire life.
Jimin’s seen way too many girls in lingerie by now, such that he’s almost desensitized to it already. But there’s something different about this picture that makes his blood rush through his veins almost immediately. Unlike the hundreds of girls he’s seen, you’re more modestly covered in this picture, your breasts are fully covered in the delicate cloth, and Jimin has to tear his gaze away from it before his mouth starts to water, the lace allowing him peeks of your skin through the material. The way you’re seated on that chair—luscious thighs spread apart, your pussy just hidden from view—is the most provocative sight he’s ever seen. Your head is propped on your hand and you are looking somewhere off camera in a slightly bored expression, but it enraptures him nevertheless.
“As you can see, her concept isn’t about showing as much skin as possible. Her brand is pretty much the opposite of yours—softcore domination, that is—and since opposites attract, I was thinking a miniseries… that is, if you guys have the chemistry. If you really like her and you gusy can work well together…” Sejin glances over at Jimin to gauge his reaction, only to find him still staring at the picture on the screen with a laser like intensity. The tell-tale bulge in his dress pants makes Sejin burst out in laughter. “I’m guessing little Park approves? What’s with you, popping a boner just by seeing a girl in underwear?”
Jimin sends him a side eyed glare, hastily using the tablet to cover his lap as he mumbles defensively, “it’s leftover from the shoot just now.”
Sejin hits the steering wheel with a victorious fist. “I knew it! I knew you’d like her. When I first saw one of her videos a few days ago, I immediately thought of you. I don’t know why she looked so familiar, but I guess there aren’t many girls doing the modest concept these days—“
“You’re wrong, hyung,” Jimin interrupts before Sejin can get too carried away. “I haveworked with her before, five years ago.” Jimin’s memory is now crystal clear, he remembers that day as if it was yesterday.
“Really? You have?” Sejin frowns in confusion. “I think I’d remember a face like that…”
Jimin sighs as he tosses the tablet into the backseat in resignation. “Your project sounds great and all, but it’ll never work.”
“What? Why?” Sejin fumbles for the tablet again, struggling to understand Jimin’s sudden change in mood.
“Because she hates me to the core. There’s no way she’ll ever agree to work with me.”
“And that’s a wrap, thank you!” The slates clap one last time, and your co-star breaks character immediately to brush his thumb at the corner of your eye to make sure that one bit of cum doesn’t accidentally get inside. Inwardly your heart stops at his tender gesture, as if you hadn’t been on edge the whole scene.
Cha Eun Woo is one of the most handsome porn stars you’ve ever seen. His face is a work of the gods; when he smiles he is all shy boyish charm that has all his older female viewers quaking in their panties (you included), but when he clenches his jaw tight he is anything but a flower boy. You consider it a privilege to get to work with someone like him, and even though this scene isn’t exactly up your alley—bondage and face fucking—you’d do it all over again if it only meant getting to look at his beautiful face.
Eun Woo reaches for the restraints on your wrists and starts undoing them before his manager drapes a robe over him and tries to usher him away. Good looking and has manners? You need to get on that dick immediately, preferably not with a dozen cameras surrounding you.
He insists on undoing at least one side of your restraints before he allows himself to be dragged away by his manager who insists that he has another shoot to get to. He throws you an apologetic smile over his shoulder which you return as one of the set assistants helps you with your wrists and hands you a robe along with a wet wipe for your face. The back view of him isn’t too bad either, in fact it’s just as good as the front. You continue staring till it’s regrettably covered by his robe, and then you migrate your gaze down to his thighs.
You wish you’d written your number on the backs of those hard as steel thighs. Never mind that you don’t have a pen, there’s plenty of cum on your face for you to-
“Done ogling your co-star yet? Didn’t you get enough in the past four hours already?” You sigh in disappointment when your manager finally appears in your field of vision, blocking your view of Eun Woo’s thighs as she hands you a bottle of water.
Regrettably, you unscrew the cap and take a sip, following Wendy to the changing room. “Even a lifetime together with that man wouldn’t be enough.”
Before you enter the changing rooms, there is a flurry of activity behind you and a few screams here and there. You whip your head around, clutching your robe to your chest in terror as the most horrifying scenes cross your mind. Maybe you’ll be burnt alive before you can collect your day’s pay, resigned to a tragic death without ever having a chance to try that new all you can eat buffet. Or maybe it’s a gunman looking to shoot down the most attractive person in this set, and seeing as Eun Woo has left the building long ago-
“It’s Park Jimin, oh my god!!!” Wendy squeals in your ear, abruptly putting an end to your macabre imagination as she scurries towards the set, stopping halfway when she realises your expression has darkened over.
You can spot a gaggle of fangirls- mostly set assistants and even the director himself- crowding around him as he runs an unbothered hand through his silver hair, pushing his dark circle lenses further up his nose as he shoots them a polite smile. Jerk. Asshat. Pretentious bastard. Who the hell wears sunglasses indoors? You hope he trips an invisible crack on the floor and falls flat on his stupid face. Why would an A-lister like Park Jimin be here in the first place?
Just then, the man in question raises his head as if he’s looking for something, and while you can’t exactly be sure, you feel his gaze lock onto you, and you hurriedly turn away to the safety of the changing rooms.
You open your locker to start changing into your shirt dress, your robe half off your frame when you hear the door open. Thinking that it’s Wendy, you don’t bother to speed up your actions at all; she’s seen you naked plenty of times. Sometimes when she breaks into your house to wake you up for morning schedules you don’t even bother putting on clothes till the very last minute, so—
“I must say, you’re a lot hotter than I thought you’d be. You look like you’ve grown a cup size or two.”
The sound of a male voice makes your heart leap into your throat, and you drop everything you’re holding, but thankfully your robe remains clasped under your arms. Park Jimin lowers his sunglasses to the very end of his nose as his eyes linger on every bit of exposed skin, even tiptoeing to get a better look, the bastard.
“Long-time no see, hmm?”
He looks conspicuously out of place in his immaculately pressed dress pants and white silk shirt, arms folded against his chest with an amused look on his face as you scramble to cover yourself up as quickly as you can. Arming yourself with a glare, you turn around to face him fully, your back against the lockers and feeling as if you’re being cornered.
For the first time in five years, you come face to face with the source of all your misery. He looks just as cocky and suave as he did all those years ago when you were just a rookie starting out in the porn industry, fresh faced and hopeful, desperate to make a quick buck to pay off all your tuition fees.
“I don’t think we’ve met,” you deliberately force yourself to turn back to your locker, acting as if his gaze on your back doesn’t bother you in the least. “What are you doing here? It’s not your shoot.”
Jimin looks a little disappointed when you’re decent again. “Why so shy all of a sudden? It’s not like I don’t know what you look like under there. That video where you get titty fucked? They’ve definitely grown a cup or two since then.”
You cast a cursory glance towards the entrance of the changing room, wondering why Wendy isn’t storming in by now. Granted, people in the porn industry are a lot more relaxed when it comes to nudity and personal space. In fact, just last month, management proposed to merge both sexes’ changing rooms into one in favour of an onsite barista serving custom made coffee and drinks, and everyone jumped on that bandwagon like a man with blue balls at an orgy.
Thankfully some people still had brains enough to protest it and overturn that decision.
“As if you’ve ever seen any of my videos,” you tell him with a roll of your eyes, fumbling around for your underwear so that you can get the hell out of there as fast as you can, to spare yourself from any more humiliation in front of this man. “As if that tiny pea brain of yours could contemplate anyone else’s existence other than your own.”
“Ouch, that’s harsh,” Jimin pretends as if you shot him straight in the heart, and you honestly wish you had a gun just so you could. The world would be a much happier place without him.
Jimin bends down to pick something up from the ground, and you’re horrified when you realise that it’s your plain old white cotton bra, the ratty one that’s been in the wash one too many times and may or may not have its underwire poking out. He dangles it from his finger by the strap with an accompanying smirk on his face as he examines it thoroughly, eyes flitting towards your face every now and then.
“Looking for this? I was right. You did grow a cup size.”
You snatch it from him and decide to bite the bullet, shoving your robe off and pulling your shirt dress over your body as fast as you can. You can already feel him gearing up to make a greasy comment about your lack of underwear, but you stop him in his tracks as you slam the locker closed.
“Watch it, Park. My body’s only a free for all when the cameras are on. Apart from that, I charge by the minute.” You swing your tote bag over your shoulder and make a beeline for the doors, but Jimin isn’t letting you get away so easily.
“Then how about I film you with my phone? Does that count?” He grins cheerfully as he whips out his phone from his pocket, but all you see is just sleaze personified on his face. “I’ve never done amateur porn before, but I’d do anything to fuck that pussy of yours.”
The nerve of this guy. Just because he’s an A lister, he thinks he can just show up all willy nilly at someone else’s shoot, scare them while they’re half naked and say these kinds of disgusting, lewd things. Honestly, you have no idea why he’s even here at your shoot in the first place when he could be doing a number of other things instead. Namely, working out and ingesting copious amounts of protein, and also checking himself out in the mirror. You can’t say that you’re intimately familiar with his hobbies, but it seems about right for someone as vain and cocky as Park Jimin.
“In your dreams. Now if you don’t mind, I have other places to be.” You shut him down again as you head outside to look for Wendy’s car.
“I’m serious. I have a preposition for you.” Jimin stops you with a hand on your arm. “A mini-series with me.”
“Save it, Park. Why would I want to do a scene with you?” You wrinkle your nose at him as you unscrew the lid of a bottle of water to take a few sips. “Actually, scratch that. I’d love to do a scene with you. It could be the shortest shoot ever in the history of porn. A tiny dick like yours couldn’t last even an hour. We’d be done in thirty minutes!”
While you are exclaiming in glee to yourself, clapping your hands with mirth at the thought of poor little Park Jimin prematurely ejaculating all over himself while the rest of the set watches on in disappointment, you don’t notice his eyes narrow and his lips press together in a firm line. You’re all too absorbed in the fantasy of watching Park Jimin embarrass himself in front of you and a whole bunch of other people, instead of it being the other way around, for karma to kick his ass and give him what he deserves after all these years.
You turn back to him when a thought suddenly strikes you. “Hey, you were there watching me and Eun Woo today right?”
Jimin folds his arms across his chest, all traces of glee wiped clean from his face. “Yeah… why?”
“Did you see how long he lasted? He didn’t even need a fluffer in between scenes. He fucked me like a pro,” you sigh dreamily, unconsciously gripping the bottle tight as you call to mind how thick his cock was. “And he’s so good looking too. I heard he once sat on a nail and he didn’t even feel a thing. Can you imagine how fine that ass of his must be?”
“My ass is pretty great too…” Jimin mumbles in consternation. “Why won’t you do a scene with me? Look, if it matters that much to you, I’ll even sit on a nail too. I’ll sit on two nails. Just to prove it.”
You don’t hear him over the sound of your phone chiming with a text. Unlocking it to check your messages, you throw in a few random belongings from your locker into your bag and get ready to leave, but Jimin still has more to say.
“My team’s already done the market research and analysis, you’re just that tiny bit short of making it to A list. If we collaborate, I’m pretty sure you’ll sky rocket to fame—“
You shrug his hand away violently, turning to face him with the immense urge to slap him hard. “What if I don’t want to be an A lister? Ever thought of that, Park? I’m no longer a charity case for people like you who’ve had it smooth sailing all along to take pity on. I made it this far on my own merit alone, and I sure as hell don’t need your help now—“
“Is this because I turned you down that one time?”
For someone who hasn’t seen you in five years, Park Jimin sure knows you well enough to hit you where it still hurts. Before you can stop it, the memories of that terrible, awful day come filtering back in despite your feeble attempts to block it out.
“Who’s this?” Park Jimin wrinkled his nose as he glanced at your poor fitting outfit.
You were well aware that your attempt at a sexy schoolgirl outfit didn’t quite meet the mark- it had come out of your own closet after all- but still, there was no reason for him to be quite so harsh, and you were at a loss for words. “I-I’m—“
“Is this my co-star?” Clothed in his perfectly pressed suit with his hair perfectly coiffed and standing at the other end of the table, Jimin glanced off to the side at the camera crew in doubt. At their confirmation, Jimin turned back to you and broke out into laughter. “PD-nim, I know you were aiming for an innocent school girl getting punished, but isn’t this a little too much?”
The entire set went silent, all eyes were on you and Jimin as you pushed yourself into a sitting position. Now that you looked down at yourself, you saw everything that was wrong- your skirt should have been a good three inches shorter, your blouse tighter, and you should have thrown on that pair of knee socks too-
“I-if there’s something wrong with my outfit, o-or my makeup, I’ll fix it real quick, I promise,” you were mumbling, tripping over your words in anxiety. You knew that this was your big break- appearing on screen with someone as famous as Park Jimin would give you the exposure you needed. More pragmatically, that day’s pay alone would be enough to pay off three months of rent that you’d been late on, and buy some much needed food other than instant noodles and bread and-
“This isn’t something that can be fixed with clothes or makeup,” Jimin shook his head as he turned away to walk off set. “PD-nim, I specifically requested a hot co-star right? Not her. She’s just too cute. No one would take her seriously. She looks like she belongs in a church choir! I’d feel like I was committing a cardinal sin. I don’t even think I could get it up!”
And you were left staring at his back as he walked away, pride wounded. You could hear some of the staff whispering amongst themselves, shooting you looks of pity. But the thought of the bills stacking up made you fight back tears and push yourself off the table as you ran after him.
“M-Mr Park, please, I really need this,” you hated the way your voice sounded, hated putting yourself at someone else’s mercy. But having this opportunity disappear right in front of your eyes made you desperate, you were already clutching at straws, right at the end of your rope, and this was all you had. “Just tell me what I need to change. I’ll do anything.”
“Nothing you do could make me want to fuck you.” Jimin shrugged out of your grip as he pushes back the sleeve of his blazer to reveal a gold Rolex on his wrist. He began to unbuckle the watch from his wrist. “Here. Take this. Compensation for your time.”
He threw the watch onto the ground carelessly as he walked away with his hands in his pockets.
You turn to face him fully, clenching your jaw as you force the remnants of the past back where they belong: out of sight and out of mind. “So what if it is? You think just because you’re an A lister everyone is dying to work with you? I wouldn’t work with Mr Four Inches even if you begged me to.”
How the tables have turned; if only someone had told you on that fateful day after Park Jimin left you in tears, that five years later he’d be crawling back and asking you to work with him. But revenge is sweet and a dish best served cold.
“Listen, back then I was an arrogant jerk, and I said things I shouldn’t have,” Jimin removes his sunglasses so that you can see his eyes now, and it actually looks as if the bastard is truly sorry. Too bad a mere apology won’t fix things now; neither will it negate all the hardship you went through just to make a name for yourself. “Just tell me what it’ll take for you to agree to work with me. I’m open to anything.”
You take a step closer to him, securing yourself a front row seat to the guilt and remorse that plays out on his face as he averts his gaze downwards. This is the moment you’ve been waiting for the past five years, even fantasised about it while going to bed hungry only to wake up at the crack of dawn the next morning to get to your shoot by yourself. This is the moment that makes all that suffering worth it.
“Nothing you do could make me want to fuck you.”
On days that you don’t have a schedule, your guilty pleasure is lying in bed doing nothing. Maybe scroll through some social media on your phone. Go back to sleep for a couple of hours. Nothing strenuous like getting out of bed even for food though. And besides, no one ever visits you other than your manager anyway.
So when your doorbell rings on your day off, you groan and push yourself out of bed, taking a whole five minutes just to muster the energy to get to your feet. Your body is still healing and recovering from your last session with Eun Woo—the script had called for some love bites and marks, and you have to let them fade a little before you can do your next shoot.
You stumble to the door and open it, only to find Park Jimin at your doorstep.
“What the fuck are you doing here? How did you know where I live?” You’re almost instantly awake now, fumbling for your phone. “Get the fuck out of here, or I’m calling the police.”
“Wait, please,” Jimin pushes against the door as you attempt to slam it in his face. “Just hear me out. Five minutes, that’s all. Please.”
Something about the tone of his voice makes you hesitate, and Jimin is able to shove the door open a little wider and wedge his body in between the small space. You’re pressed up intimately against him, much closer than you’d like to be, so you back away immediately just to put some distance in between you. You should have kicked this cocky bastard out when you had the chance.
To put aside his pride and humble himself, coming all the way to your doorstep to beg for you to hear him out takes more out of Jimin than he’d ever thought. But your moment of hesitation means a chance for him, and he’ll take it.
“The clock is ticking,” you show him the timer on your phone as you cross your arms.
Jimin almost laughs, he never thought you’d actually be timing him.
“I’m sorry,” he says, figuring that the simplest approach is the best one. “Look, I’m not going weave you a sob story about how much I’ve changed since then, since you most likely won’t buy it anyway. Instead of that, I’ll be honest with you. I’m in a slump.”
You snort with laughter as you cross your arms, leaning back against the counter. This isn’t all too bad, seeing Park Jimin get all desperate in front of you actually helps close those wounds a little. “The great Park Jimin, most sought after porn star in the entire industry, in a slump? Yeah, right. Tell that to your viewers, tell that to someone who actually cares.”
“It’s true,” Jimin insists, and he clenches his fists tight. As much as it hurts him to admit it, he knows this is the only way he’ll ever have a chance of getting through to you. “I know it may not seem like it but I… I’m just sick of fucking a random girl every day. Every shoot feels like a blur, and I’m just… not happy with my performance. If you watch any of my recent videos, I-“
“Watch your videos? Why would I want to watch someone with a tiny dick acting like he’s got it all?” You toss your hair over your shoulder as you walk towards the kitchen. Since you’re up, you might as well get something to eat. “Hey, I have a question. How does the cameraman manage to get a good shot with your big head in the way?”
Okay, he definitely deserves all this, but that doesn’t mean that your insults don’t hurt. Jimin follows a few steps behind you, casting a surreptitious glance downwards. Is his dick really that small? He knows he doesn’t conform to the porn industry norm of seven and up, but he knows he’s got a good girth, and none of his co-stars have ever complained about his size…
“Just… please. It’s not like you aren’t getting anything out of this either, you’ll get on the A list in no time-“
“Do you think that’s what I really want? To get on that fucking A list?” You shoot back at him, fury reignited once more at the mention of rankings. Someone like Park Jimin would never understand how hard you had to work just to get here. And why to be offered a leg up to ride on his coattails is all the more insulting. “Even if it meant more money, even if it meant more fame, I’d rather die than be on that list, if it’ll make me turn into someone like you, who looks down on others beneath them. Newsflash: not everyone is as obsessed with rankings as you are. Some of us are happy with things the way they are, if it’s enough to get by on, then that’s all I need.”
Jimin looks as if he’s been slapped, and his eyes dart around uncertainly, well aware of your indignance, but having no idea how to proceed from this point on. “I’m sorry if I made it sound like that. I was just trying to help you out too, but I-“
“Thanks, but I don’t need it,” you shove his chest, pointing to the door. “Get out of my sight.”
“I haven’t had an orgasm in ages, alright?” Jimin finally exhales in defeat, shoulders slumping as he admits the one thing that he hasn’t told anyone, not even his manager. “And you can laugh at me all you want, and I deserve it, but it’s hard to even get it up these days. There’s only so many pills you can take before it starts to fuck with your health, and if that snowballs, there goes my entire career, my everything-“
Jimin cuts himself off, turning to face you with an inscrutable look on his face.
His sudden confession has you stumped, and you struggle to find the right words as you stare at the man that has been the bane of your existence during the most difficult time of your life. Your first instinct is to mock him and gloat over his misfortune, but the man standing in front of you isn’t the Park Jimin that you know and hate- making fun of him now wouldn’t be morally right. You know of plenty of porn stars who’d been through the entire system and come out the other side worse for wear.
“So? What does that have to do with me? What makes you think I’m the miracle cure to all your problems?”
Jimin is encouraged when you don’t immediately chase him out or laugh at him. To think of how the tables have turned since five years ago makes him feel like an utter jerk- he hadn’t even given you the time of day back then. You’re a better person than he could ever be.
“I’m attracted to you. Physically, at the very least.” Jimin doesn’t have anything to lose now as he shrugs. He’s always been shameless to a large extent. “I popped a boner for the first time on my own when my manager showed me your photo.”
Now this is just plain ridiculous. Your eyes immediately drop to his crotch out of instinct, and the greasy little shit actually smirks. Before you can avert your gaze, he grabs his own dick through his dress pants, and your cheeks immediately heat up as you look away.
“And you expect me to believe that? Out of all the girls you’ve fucked, you’re not attracted to any single one of them, but you pop a tiny little boner for me?” You clear your throat hastily, trying to get your cheeks to cool down. It feels as if the room suddenly became a few degrees hotter, and-
“Why not? Is it that hard to believe?” Jimin shrugs as if it’s no big deal, leaning against your kitchen counter as he watches you gulp an entire glass of water.
“Listen, Park. I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing here, or if this is just one of your tricks to humiliate me again-“
“I’ll prove it!” Jimin is at his wits end, the timer on your phone ran out what seemed like ages ago, and he’s getting kicked out any second now.
“Prove what?” You turn around, and nearly drop the glass you’re holding.
Park Jimin is most definitely not Mr Four Inches. His pants are bunched up around his thick thighs- you’re privy to the very intimate fact that Park Jimin likes to go commando when he wears dress pants- and his dick is standing straight at attention. Even though he must have only been half hard when he grabbed himself just a few minutes ago, right now he is sporting a full erection, and you can’t help but stare at his one-eyed monster with a horrified look on your face.
You’ve seen many dicks in porn while sucking and fucking your way to the top. Park Jimin’s dick should not have this effect on you. But for some reason you can’t take your eyes off it no matter how hard you try, you can’t meet his eyes. “Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?”
This at least seems to shake his confidence a little. “Wh-what do you mean? If you’re talking about the underwear, it’s good for my balls-”
“How are you hard that fast? Just a second ago you were-“ you cut yourself off as you close your eyes, massaging your throbbing temples. It feels as if you’ve aged ten years since Park Jimin showed up at your house and flashed you his dick in your kitchen.
“This isn’t even my final form yet, if you show me your pussy I can-“
“Did you get a boner just from arguing with me? Wait, you know what, I don’t care. I really don’t care. Just get out. There are knives in this kitchen and I’m not afraid to use them. In fact, I have this special knife I like to use just for long things like pickles and sausages.” You mime a chopping action while staring directly at his exposed dick, and Jimin winces, covering himself instinctively.
Grabbing him by his ear, you half drag him to the door, giving him almost no time to pull his pants up before you toss him out on his ass. Tomorrow you’re putting in a request to end your lease and shift somewhere into the corner of the city so he’ll never be able to harass you again.
That’s the last you’ll ever see of Park Jimin.
You must be drunk. You must be out of your mind.
At least one of the above is true, judging from the almost empty bottle of wine on the table, and if sitting in front of your computer browsing porn in your underwear is considered normal, then you can write off the second one.
But this still doesn’t account for the fact that you’re on Jimin’s homepage scrolling through his top ten most popular videos, learning from his bio the very precise measurements of his dick. And very bizarrely, the fact that he has an especially tiny pinky is… cute?
There must be a virus on your computer. How else would you explain the fact that your mouse is moving of its own volition towards the most popular video on his page and clicking on it? Someone must be controlling your computer from a remote location, forcing you to watch porn videos of this stupid punk who probably can’t even last more than a minute max-
No, no, you can’t do this. You close your eyes tightly as the video buffers. You’ve never seen a single video of his in your entire life, and you’d do anything to keep it that way. But then the sound of Jimin’s low grunts and whines forces your eyes open again, and you’re met with an intimate view of his spread legs as he wraps one hand around his cock. The sight of his precum dripping over his knuckles as he grips himself harder makes you squeeze your thighs together in response. From this perspective his balls look so tightly drawn and swollen, and your mouth waters at the prospect of taking them into your mouth, wondering how he tastes like.
There is a giggle from a girl offscreen, and Jimin looks off to the side with a smirk on his face, spreading his thick thighs wider and letting his cock fall against his abs with a heavy thump. “Your pussy looks so tight, you sure you can take me?”
The camera pans to his female co-star, and you recognise her to be Sana, top A-lister who has a body to die for. She giggles and spreads her lips, lowering herself down on Jimin’s cock as he hooks his arms under her knees. Sana leans back against Jimin’s chest as he begins to fuck into her roughly, her stuffed pussy front and center on camera as her breasts bounce and she screams and cries his name.
Your underwear is suspiciously wet, and you shift uncomfortably, unable to take your eyes off his cock, pumping in and out of her pussy. Sana is actually one of your role models, and you’ve seen enough of her videos to know when she’s putting on an act and when she’s truly screaming her head off from being dicked down so hard. They change positions several times, and it looks as if she manages to have an orgasm every single time.
You forward to the end, somehow curious to see Park Jimin’s famous money shot. The last thirty seconds of the video shows Jimin’s tip buried in her pussy as he jerks off furiously, sweat shining on his abs as he grunts. Sana is egging him on, asking him to cum inside her, and Jimin complies with a groan, giving a few thrusts with his hips as white liquid begins to seep out around Sana’s pussy. You recognise it immediately as the fake stuff even as Jimin thrusts a few times to make it more realistic, before pulling out. The camera switches angles to focus on his fingers that are pulling her lips apart, exposing her to the camera as he leisurely plays with the fake cum, licking his lips and following the stream of cum with his eyes as it drips from her.
The close up shot of his face doesn’t lie- Park Jimin is one hell of an actor. If he hadn’t told you he was struggling, you’d be entirely fooled by the way he’s kissing Sana’s inner thighs on-screen, post orgasm glow on his rosy cheeks as he praises her for taking his cum so well. Jimin’s face is lit up with reverence and fascination as he runs his fingers through her used cunt, spreading his cum around and using it to rub her clit. The camera then focuses on Sana’s face, gasping and writhing from Jimin’s fingers, but the sound of his voice telling her to cum like the dirty girl she is, suck up all his cum deep inside where it belongs, steals your attention.
You can’t help but start to fan yourself. The soothing lilt of Jimin’s baritone voice is enough to make you feel like he’s actually talking to you right through the screen. With Sana’s face cut off from the frame, it’s easy to just close your eyes and immerse yourself in his praise, like some kind of ASMR porn. Your panties are unbelievably sticky. Now you know just why Park Jimin is an A lister, not because of his good looks or just Lady Luck smiling down on him, or god forbid, his not-as-small-as-you-thought dick. He is truly talented, he works hard, and he knows he’s good at what he does.
As much as you hate to admit it. But you are a person who gives credit where credit is due.
If what he says is true- that partnering with you will go a long way in helping his performance- then you wonder just how well this man can fuck. But yet… collaborating with him would mean having to deal with his insufferable cockiness, not to mention that you’ve already seen enough of him to last a lifetime by now.
But the stickiness between your thighs that just begs for your attention conjures up the filthiest, nastiest thoughts of what it would be like for Jimin to actually say all those things to you. Since everyone says he’s just that good at his job, why shouldn’t you test him out for yourself to see if he really lives up to his name? It’ll be like test driving a car with no intention to buy it whatsoever. Or just going to the showroom for the free biscuits and coffee. No commitment, no getting involved, nothing.
Easy as pie.
A part of you hesitates as you reach for your phone, fingers hovering over the send button long after you’ve typed out your message. Indecision has always been your weak spot.
Oh fuck it, what’s the worst that could happen? You hit the button and send the message to your manager before giving in to temptation and reaching for the rarely used vibrator that you stash away at the corner of your desk drawer.
Tell Park I’m in.
“Mr Park will see you now,” the receptionist gestures you toward a meeting room down the hallway, and you have to force yourself to aim a friendly smile at her instead of just turning right around and leaving immediately.
After having been made to wait a good ten minutes past the agreed meeting time- you can see through the damn meeting room’s glass doors that Jimin is just twiddling his thumbs, doing absolutely nothing at all- you utterly regret your decision. You should never have agreed to work with this prideful asshole.
Park Jimin is absolutely obnoxious. You’ll bet a hundred bucks that he told the poor receptionist to quote that line from Fifty Shades.
“Well well well… look who we have here,” Jimin grins smugly from his seat when you enter, legs spread wide so that your eyes are forced to take in the broad expanse of his well-muscled thighs and slowly travel up… up to-
Already beyond annoyed that you had to come all the way here- your number one rule when it comes to men and business is to let them come to you- you plop yourself down on the plush sofa, feeling out of place in your denim skirt and white shirt. Jimin, as usual, is dressed to the nines, white dress pants stretched tight over his thighs, and his light blue shirt draping slightly off one shoulder.
“What made you change your mind?” Jimin twirls a pen with interest as he crosses one leg over the other, nodding his thanks when a man clad in a full suit sets a tray with tea and coffee on the table. “Let me guess. I’ll bet it was my dick. It was, wasn’t it?”
This man is so full of himself, it makes your temples pound immediately. Yet, you can’t bring yourself to disagree entirely, even as you try not to gape at how luxurious Jimin’s label company is. This entire room alone is bigger than your company’s entire office, and you’ve most certainly never been served tea and biscuits at a contract negotiation before.
“I’m…” you fumble around for a plausible excuse to feed him even as you panic a little. “I’m adopting a cat!”
Jimin’s brows furrow in slight confusion. “O-ookay?”
You want to kick yourself. When you go home today, you need to write out a list of excuses to use in a pinch when cocky bastards ask if you like their dicks. Jimin looks amused as he raises his eyebrows, that stupid infuriating smirk telling you that he sees through your excuse as if it’s nothing but cling wrap. But you’ve made your bed. And now you have to lie in it. “A-and I figured the extra money couldn’t hurt.”
“How much money does one need to adopt a cat?” Jimin queries, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees now. The stupid little punk has a tiny smirk on his lips, but his eyes seem as if he is genuinely curious.
“It’s a… a very expensive cat, a purebred,” you say defensively. You’re just pulling all this out of your ass now, but you can’t, refuse to back down. “He’s gonna need lots of vet checks and toys and um… cat things.”
“Cat things. Right. Very expensive, those. I would know, since I know pussies very intimately.” Jimin nods, the corners of his lips twitching as he struggles to fight back a grin.
“You told her to say that, didn’t you,” you accuse him, desperate to change the subject. “On purpose, just to annoy me.”
Jimin merely raises his brows, taking a slow sip of his tea and staring at you from over the rim of his cup. Stupid, cocky, obnoxious, handsome bastard.
You roll your eyes and tilt your chin toward the reception. “’Mr Park will see you now’.”
Jimin’s eyes light up with mirth immediately as he sets his cup down, licking his lips, feigning innocence. Or ignorance. Or both. “I’m not sure what you mean by that... she is a receptionist, and that is her job, so I’m not sure why you’d think-”
“You were waiting in here doing nothing for ten minutes!” You finally explode, pointing a finger at him. “I fucking saw you through the glass door!”
Jimin seems to be utterly amused by your explosive anger, and he only shrugs nonchalantly. He has this stupid shit eating grin on his face as he revels in your irritation.
“Ah yes, that. I was meditating, you see. Very good way of calming the mind and the body,” Jimin is still grinning from ear to ear as he twiddles his thumbs. “Speaking of, you might want to try it yourself. Maybe you can get rid of some of that... pent up anger.”
You are still fuming at him, grabbing a biscuit off the plate and popping it into your mouth, chewing silently for a few minutes as you continue to seethe. Jimin admits you look cute like this- cheeks puffed out from chewing- bickering with you is actually fun, and it’s entertaining to see how easily he can rile you up.
Jimin silently praises himself for coming up with that idea, beyond pleased that Sandra came through as promised- if only he could have seen the look on your face when she said that to you.
He clears his throat, resting his arms on his knees and lacing his fingers together. “Anyway, before you sign anything, I just wanted you to know what you’re getting yourself into.”
Immediately, you narrow your eyes in suspicion, turning your knees away from his lewd gaze as he eats up the expanse of your legs with his eyes. “What do you mean?”
“I’m sure you know by now, after much… research,” Jimin pauses to lick his lips- that bastard knows exactly what he’s insinuating- as he uncrosses his legs. “You’ll know all about my style, and I guess you could call it a brand that I made for myself. Mainly I do submissive and occasionally softcore dom-“
“Wait, what?” You nearly spit out your coffee. Images of your late night ‘research’ session assault you, and although you would never admit it, Park Jimin is anything but submissive and softcore dom. You remember being awed at his hidden strength as he tosses his girls around, bending them into positions that give the camera the best view, almost felt the stinging sensation of his spanks on your own ass, the sharp bite of his teeth sinking into your own skin, marking you all over. His girls end up thoroughly fucked and marked, and his trademark is that his videos always end with a leaking pussy. Jimin likes to play around with the cunts that he’s fucked, tongue lingering teasingly around his girls’ inner thighs, almost but never quite coming close to licking up the mess that he just made. The video would always cut to black in a very unsatisfying manner, and that’s how you found yourself clicking from one video to another in the hopes of finding one where he actually eats his own cum. Or the fake cum, that is.
“You? Submissive? Softcore?” You nearly snort with laughter. “Maybe in your next lifetime, Park-“
The shit eating grin that spreads across his face lets you know that you’ve been caught red handed. Park Jimin pushes himself off his seat to join you on the sofa, crowding into your space as he sits so close to you that his thigh brushes yours. One arm goes around the back of the sofa to curl around you, and the other casually rests on your bare knee. His agonizingly plump lips just brush against the shell of your ear. “Caught you, princess. Been watching my videos? No wonder you look like you didn’t get much sleep last night.”
“I wasn’t- I just…” words elude you for the nth time today, and a bubble of frustration rises in your chest. Just what is it about this man that makes you so tongue tied, when usually you have no problem saying whatever comes to mind?
“What if I told you I’ve watched every single one of your videos too?” Jimin’s lips ghost across your cheek, following your jawline. “And I like the ones where it’s just you on camera. Your lips sucking my cock, eyes tearing up because I’m fucking your mouth so good. Your pussy getting creamed and filled up so that it leaks everywhere. Your ass bouncing on my cock while you whine and moan because you’re just that. fucking. tight.”
You do all you can to keep your breathing level, even though your body reacts instinctively to his words just as it had the night before. The tone of his voice, the filth that spews from his sweet plush lips awakens your lust once more, lust that you spent the better part of last night trying to quench. The difference is, this time Park Jimin is actually here whispering these words into your ear and you can reach out and just-
His thigh feels like steel under your touch. You slide your fingers up till you almost reach the apex as his breaths on your neck cause your nipples to harden and ache for his tongue.
Abruptly, Jimin draws away with a satisfied smirk on his lips. “There. I think I gave you just a tiny little taste of the weeks to come hmm? Now, let’s go over the contract together, shall we?”
The contract ended up to be pretty standard, nothing you’ve never seen before, except for the exclusive part. You’re bound to Jimin for three shoots exclusively, and over the span of these shoots, you’re not allowed to take on any other projects, and neither is he. As for the actual script and content of each shoot, Jimin left it open to negotiation. But having spent the past few years doing every single porn cliché imaginable, you’re pretty much fresh out of ideas and don’t really mind leaving it up to Jimin, as long as he runs it through you for your approval first. A part of you is actually even a little curious to see what he can cook up that he hasn’t already done.
And with that, you’d just entered an exclusive contract with your nemesis, the man you swore you’d never fuck. He’d turned you down all those years ago and left you high and dry, what’s to say that he won’t do the same again this time? For years after you’d cringe at yourself when you look in the mirror, forced yourself to fight through the crippling panic attacks before every single shoot as his words come to mind again and again.
Everyone is their own worst critic, but your own self-degradation is only bolstered by the ghost of his words uttered when you were at your lowest. Even the memory of letting someone see you at your most desperate and dire causes a physical shudder to run through your body. Never again will you be in such a position.
But at least now if he decides to revert back to his arrogant self again, you’ll be protected by the contract you signed. You’ll make sure to sue his balls off.
When Jimin emails you the first script, you’re too shocked for words when you read through it. It’s nothing he’s ever done before, at least not from what you remember. The premise is you as a high end prostitute being rented out exclusively by CEO Jimin, only he’s found out that you’ve been seeing other customers behind his back. His lines are definitely not soft-core, nowhere near it. It is degrading, slightly humiliating, and there is plenty of name calling.
Just the thought of letting Jimin have the upper hand in this scene brings back all the unpleasant memories, and bile threatens to rise in your throat. It seems like he wasn’t joking when he said he likes to dominate his girls. You know you could always just write him back and tell him that it’s too much, too fast for you. While Jimin might be an insufferable bastard with the biggest ego you’ve ever seen, he isn’t unprofessional. He’ll change the script if you tell him to, no questions asked.
But a stubborn part of you is desperate to prove to him that the events of five years ago no longer hold any power over you. To show him, and maybe yourself too, that you’ve long ago moved on from it. You don’t want to run from it anymore, and the best way to do it would be to accept this script, willingly put yourself in a subservient position below the man who’d rejected and humiliated you all those years ago.
You sigh and reach for a bottle of wine before you read any further. Why can’t moving past trauma be as easy as finishing an entire bottle of wine by yourself?
Nursing a glass of wine, you read on. The kinks… oh god. Spanking, for one. There’s also a part where you’re required to do a lapdance for him, accompanied with stripping. As you read through both your parts, you try and visualise the entire scene in your head. There’s no way you’ll be able to dance confidently, that’s for sure. The rest of it is a slight stretch, but for now that’s the only change you want to make, and you type back a brief line to Jimin.
And then, there’s nothing left to do but search for strip tease videos and learn the heck out of them.
Doing a shoot with Park Jimin has its perks.
Proper make-up artists, for one. And an actual chair to sit in while your hair and makeup gets done professionally. There’s even a manicurist on call who gives you a quick touch up when she sees your bare nails. And the wardrobe… usually the lingerie that gets shoved at you is two sizes too small, scratchy and doesn’t fit well, and even once or twice looks like it hasn’t been washed. But today the stylists prepared a custom fit scarlet lace bralette that supports you just right, enhancing your natural cleavage and making you more confident than you’ve ever been about your tits. The lace of it just skims your waist, accentuating the petite curve of it, while the low rise panties come with matching garters. You’re also given a black lace see through cardigan to drape over your shoulders, and overall the entire outfit is very tasteful, very much your style of not exposing too much skin.
As you sit in the chair and go over the script one last time, you can’t help but feel the nerves right in the pit of your stomach. The makeup artists are working their magic on you, transforming you into an entirely different person altogether, so when you look at yourself in the mirror, it feels foreign. After they’re done, you ask to be left alone just for a moment so you can calm yourself down.
“Hey… how’re you doing?” Wendy approaches you and places her hands on your shoulders from behind. “Okay? Nervous?”
You put on a brave smile for her, meeting her eyes in the mirror. “No, not nervous. I mean, maybe a little.”
“It’s normal,” she reassures you, kneading your shoulders to get at the tense knots. “You’ve never done something so… intense. Actually, I was surprised you even accepted it in the first place.”
You give her a muted shrug as you focus on looking through your script. You haven’t seen Jimin since stepping on set, assuming that he is off somewhere also getting his hair and makeup done.
The director’s assistant pops her head in soon after to let you know that it’s time for the preliminary lighting checks. Placing your script on the table in front of you, you take a deep breath, meeting your own eyes in the mirror once more before sliding your feet into your four inch black heels that you’d been given and making your way to the main set area.
Today’s set is simple- what looks like the interior of a bachelor’s pad. The first scene takes place in the living room over the sofa, and you wait awkwardly by the side for the director’s cue. You notice Jimin laughing and joking with him from afar, giving him a brief side hug before he notices you staring at him and makes his way over.
“Morning,” your co-star greets you with a lazy half smile, and you wobble on your heels, nearly twisting an ankle. Irritated with yourself, you bite your lip hard.
Jimin reaches out to steady you with his hands on your waist through the flimsy material of your cardigan, and when he sees what you’re wearing, he raises an eyebrow in approval. He doesn’t take his hands off your waist, seeing it fit to pull you into his body so that you can feel his hips against yours. You can feel the ice cold metal of his rings on your skin, and it makes you shiver. Jimin doesn’t look all that different since he is wearing a suit, but his hair is slicked back and his makeup dark and smouldering. He exudes an aura of power and control.
“Morning,” you mutter back, taking a step away from him and averting your gaze to calm your racing heart.
Jimin lets you go with a chuckle, but then he glances down at your heels. “Are those bothering you? You should take them off if it’s uncomfortable.”
A little taken aback at his sudden concern, you glance down at your feet. “It’s fine. Maybe later, during the strip tease. For this scene I won’t really be standing much anyway.”
Jimin hums an agreement as he absent mindedly plays with his rings, briefly directing his attention to the set technicians as they adjust the lighting and check the camera angles. Having his eyes off you sets you at ease a little, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding, causing Jimin to turn to you.
“You look a little tense,” he comments, noting your crossed arms and hunched shoulders. “Was there anything else you wanted me to change in the script? I’m still open to last minute changes. Don’t force yourself to do anything you’re not comfortable with. I’m serious about that, I’ll handle everything with the director, so don’t hesitate.”
At the mention of the director, you turn your head toward where he is currently surrounded by a few script writers. This director is known for being short tempered and very direct, although of course Jimin has an excellent relationship with him. The director probably doesn’t even know who you are, doesn’t care about a nobody like you.
“Nothing?” Jimin raises his eyebrows. “Last chance to cop out before you forget everything but my name.”
The bastard is grinning like a Cheshire cat now, and in spite of your nerves, it actually sets you at ease to see Jimin acting the way you’ve always known him to be.
“Please. I think it’s you who should be nervous,” you roll your eyes at him, glancing at his crotch pointedly. The material of his dress pants are dark so you can’t really tell if he’s hard or not. “Little Park up to the task today? Or maybe you need me to flash you first? Are you gonna cum once you see my tits?”
The back and forth banter feels familiar. It feels right.
“Are you offering a sneak peek? I’m not in a position to turn that down, although…” Jimin actually reaches forward to grab your hand and pull it to his crotch, and you gasp when you’re met with his semi-erect state. “I’ll make you eat your words today.”
The playful glint in his eyes makes you forget about everything you were nervous about.
“Maybe you should have written in some against the wall action,” you direct your gaze down to his covered thighs. “Your thighs and ass look like they need some work.”
Jimin just laughs as if the thought had never occured to him before. He does suppose his ass has got a little flat recently... and Jimin can think of more than one way to get his famous bubble butt back. One that involves you being naked, on his back while he does some squats.
“You’ll be seeing plenty of my ass and thighs, I assure you,” he lowers his voice as his lips brush against the shell of your ear.
One of the assistant producers directs you on set, and you walk ahead of Jimin and take up your opening position against the back of the sofa. Jimin follows and crowds up against you, every inch of his body against yours as you spread your thighs to accommodate him. He presses his nose into the crook of your neck, his hand running up your side and lifting your cardigan so that your ass is exposed. He cups your cheek with his other hand, and up close like this, it’s actually quite magical to witness Park Jimin getting into character.
All traces of humour and boyish playfulness fades, and in its place is a poker face: eyes hard and unforgiving, jaw clenched with a muscle that jumps in his cheek. His grip around your waist is punishing and no doubt leaving finger marks, yet the way he strokes your cheek is completely opposite; a gentle caress with his thumb on your chin, playing with your bottom lip. Your heart skips a beat from how cold his gaze is.
The director gives his approval for the cameras to start rolling. “Scene one, action!”
“My favourite whore,” Jimin mumbles with a slow smile, eyes dipping down to appreciate your cleavage from his vantage point. His hand leaves your cheek to tangle in your hair, giving it a few firm tugs as the camera focuses on your side profiles. “I’ve missed that mouth of yours around my cock so much.”
He reaches to push the lace cardigan off your shoulders, and it falls to your feet, exposing you to the camera and also to his gaze. Wearing a devious smirk, you let one bra strap fall off your shoulder. “I missed you too, Mr Park.”
“Oh really?” He comments with a raised eyebrow when the other strap falls down too, and you lean forward to show off your cleavage to the camera circling the both of you. “Then maybe you’d care to explain why one of my acquaintances just bragged to me mere hours ago about fucking that sweet pussy of yours?”
As the script calls, you freeze immediately in his gaze. But there is no need for you to put on any sort of pretense, because the look on Jimin’s face is enough to make your heart skip a few beats. He looks genuinely displeased, unimpressed with the little show you’re putting on for him that it makes you doubt if you’re doing a good job at playing the sultry prostitute or not.
He makes his way over to the couch, sitting with his thighs spread, motioning you to stand in between them.
“I-I wasn’t, Mr Park, I just-“
“Save it, dollface,” he waves your excuse away with a disappointed sigh. His eyes travel the length of your body passively. “The terms and conditions of being my whore were clear, were they not? Surely even a slut that’s as cock hungry as you would understand how many girls out there would kill to be my personal fuck toy. I don’t share my toys, and I don’t fuck sloppy seconds either.”
Jimin waits a beat or two before he continues, his voice now a low growl. “Take your panties off, turn around, and bend over. I want to see your pussy.”
Trembling in your heels, you do as he says, inching the lace fabric down over your hips as the camera relocates behind you. The humiliation that burns on your cheeks is real even though you keep reminding yourself that it’s just a scene. You bend over so that your chest touches your thighs, putting yourself fully on display for him. You can only imagine what kind of view the camera; and by extension, Jimin, is getting now.
“Spread your lips with your fingers. Let me see inside,” he demands, and you reach back to pull apart your already damp pussy lips with both hands.
“Look at that,” Jimin marvels. “Didn’t even bother to clean up before you came over to fuck me. What a fucking cumslut you are, you let him cum in your pussy? You think you could fool me? Make me take disgusting sloppy seconds?”
There is a hitch in your breath when Jimin goes slightly off script, mentioning cum that isn’t in your pussy. Thankfully you aren’t too far gone to think on your feet. “N-no Sir! I made him use a condom.”
A sudden sharp sting on your ass elicits a cry from you.
“It still doesn’t excuse your behaviour. In case you forgot, I’ll remind you again. Your. Pussy. Is. Mine.” Jimin punctuates each word with a slap, causing you to wobble on your heels as your walls clench around nothing. “Dripping for me already?”
You can feel your pussy start to drip down your inner thighs, and a blush heats up your cheeks involuntarily.
“Why don’t you get on my thigh and show me how sorry you are, and maybe I’ll consider letting you suck my cock. And lose the bra.”
Scrambling to kick off your underwear, you turn around to face Jimin again, and he is leaning back against the sofa, a proud smirk on his lips as he spreads his thighs invitingly. You manage to take a few steps towards him before Jimin grabs your waist and pulls you down, situating his firm, thick thigh right against your bare center. Embarrassingly, you can feel yourself start to soak through his dress pants almost immediately as he watches your chest heave with an unimpressed raise of his eyebrow.
Jimin tugs down the lace cups of your bra to expose your breasts, pinching your nipples harshly. “What’s a slut like you doing wearing underwear? Cumwhores like you should go around with a bare pussy, since you like cock so much, hmmm? Don’t you think?”
With his hands around your hips securing you on his lap, Jimin makes eye contact with you for a brief second to check your reaction. Imperceptibly, his thumb brushes against your skin softly, and the touch reassures you that it’s all just for the camera, and you relax slightly.
“Yes, sir,” you whisper as you arch your hips up, showing the camera your pussy and Jimin’s soaked lap.
“Good girl, now grind like you mean it,” Jimin spits onto your right nipple, watching perversely as his saliva drips over your erect bud, soaking the red lace.
With a moan, you begin to work your hips against his thigh, feeling his muscles tense to give you just the right amount of friction. Your clit rubs against him just right, and Jimin reaches down to spank your ass before he gropes it lewdly.
“That’s it… fuck, I knew a whore like you’d be good at this. Show me how much you want my cock. Look at your dirty pussy, you made such a mess of me.” He spreads your ass cheeks apart to show the camera your tight asshole, and you lift your hips for a moment to grant your poor clit some reprieve before you cum prematurely like a rookie. Jimin reprimands you with a sharp slap. “Did I say you could stop, whore?”
With a barely concealed whimper, you lower your cunt onto his thigh and start to grind again, but Jimin shoves you off roughly, and you land on the couch with your thighs spread, pussy already red and swollen. Jimin pushes himself to his feet with a disappointed sigh as he looks at you, utterly unimpressed as he delivers a spank to your clit, followed by three more. You sob and cry for mercy, thighs quivering as you jerk and wriggle on the couch, trying to close your legs.
“Keep your fucking legs spread, or I’ll have to tie you to a spreader bar,” Jimin growls as he digs his nails into the soft flesh of your inner thigh. His eyes are hard, cruel and cold as he spanks you a few more times. “Sluts like you should know how to keep their legs spread right?”
“Please, Sir, please,” you pant and whine, tears gathering in the corner of your eyes as he soothes the crescent shaped indents with a caress.
“Give me one reason why you deserve my cock. A dirty little whore like you who fucks every man she meets.” Jimin slaps your clit again before spitting at it in disgust. You can feel his saliva on your clit, dripping down over your slit. “That’s all you are; a desperate, cock hungry slut.”
“M-make it yours,” you gasp, thighs trembling in Jimin’s grasp even as your breath comes in uneven heaves, cheeks burning in humiliation that is all too real. “Make my cunt yours, Sir.”
“Should I?” Jimin pretends to consider for a moment, and the ice cold sensation of his rings against your skin are the only thing keeping you sane right now. Your cunt is throbbing, desperate for any kind of relief, you are covered in sweat, tears and Jimin’s spit, utterly wrecked and he hasn’t even taken off a single article of clothing yet. “We’ll see how well you suck cock, whore. Get up.”
“And cut!” The director calls an end to the first scene, and Jimin immediately releases his grip on your thighs.
The director’s voice is like a wakeup call, and you take in the sight of the cameras and crew surrounding you with a renewed clarity. The cut came at a good time; for a moment there you almost forgot that this is merely a scene from a porn script, and it’s never happened to you before. Your breaths are coming in harsh pants and you recognise that you are about to hyperventilate if you don’t regulate your breathing soon.
You push yourself to a seating position and close your thighs, taking a moment to regain your senses as Jimin crouches in front of you. He is fussing with a tissue at your tearstained cheeks even though there are two make-up artists hovering behind him, and you are thrown off by this 180 degree change.
“I didn’t hurt you did I?” Jimin frowns as he glances at your thighs. “I cut my nails this morning, but…”
“I’m fine,” your voice is wobbly as you push his hand away and get to your feet, stepping around him and letting the makeup artists do their thing. Letting your impeccable mask slide back into place as the tears are sponged off your face. A few swipes of a brush here and there, and they step back. And you are good as new. No sign whatsoever to indicate that you were this close to almost breaking into tears.
Jimin is still way too close for comfort, you feel as if having him look at you up close like this is enough for him to realise how affected you were by that scene. And that’s not something you’re willing to divulge just yet.
Jimin looks as if he’s about to protest, but then the director cuts in, ordering everyone to move to the bedroom for the next scene. You start to walk towards the set, but Jimin stops you with a hand on your wrist.
“Hey, look at me. Are you okay? I need to know before we go any further,” his grip on you is insistent as he pins you in place with his eyes. “This is a rough scene and I need you to tell me when you need a break or if it gets too much.”
Jimin is genuinely concerned as he searches your expression, refusing to relinquish his grip on you till you give him an answer. He doesn’t seem to care that the director is left waiting on the new set; all his attention is focused on you only.
“The dialogue was a little much,” you admit as you look away from him, crossing your arms over your naked chest self-consciously. The thought of admitting just how much it affected you nearly makes you sick to your stomach. “But it’s fine. I just need to get used to it.”
Jimin releases a breath as he nods to himself. “Good. And also- I should have asked you this earlier, but my partners and I have a signal we use for each other during scenes to act as a non-verbal safeword. Are you familiar with that kind of practice?”
You hesitate a little before answering, since it’s hard to reconcile this Jimin with the domineering, cold man just moments ago. Also, you’ve never done shoots that even came close to requiring such a protocol. “No. I can’t say I’m very familiar with that.”
“Just touch my earlobe once if you need to slow down. Twice to stop completely.” He says as he begins to lead you to the bedroom. “In my shoots, my girls have all the power. Just one word from them and everything stops. I’m serious, ______.”
Thrown off by how seriously he takes all this, you take a seat on the foot of the bed first. Hearing him refer to you as ‘his girl’ admittedly makes you a little giddy, and what makes it worse is when Jimin kneels down between your thighs with one hand stroking your knee, eyes fixed on you intently as he studies your expression. You’d never expected this degree of attention and concern from your co-star, but it seems as if your pre-conceived notions about Park Jimin may have been wrong.
You’re aware that every single pair of eyes in the room is on you, waiting for your signal to go ahead. Suddenly you don’t feel like the no-name extra on set any more like you’re used to. Even the director himself looks concerned as he strides over to check if everything is alright, calling over a few scriptwriters too. It’s clear that they are all waiting for your approval to go ahead, and you just barely hear Jimin’s voice when he checks in with you.
“Hey, you okay? Get her some water,” he says to an assistant, but you wave her away.
“I’m fine, it’s fine,” you scramble to reassure everybody. “We can continue, really. I’m good.”
“You sure?” Jimin confirms one last time, and you reply with a nod. Then, all the crew and the director return to their assigned spots, and you shift off the bed onto your knees to prepare for the next scene.
Jimin positions himself in front of you so that his crotch is directly at eye level, and you realise that he’s only half hard. It must have been all the delay in between scenes, but when you consider helping him out, Jimin looks down at you, and you can feel his eyes appraising every inch of your body.
“You look so good down there on your knees. Can I?” Jimin palms himself with one hand and the other reaches down, gently cupping your breast when you nod.
The cameras aren’t even rolling yet, and the director is busy checking some camera angle, so you whisper-hiss at Jimin, “what are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” He shrugs nonchalantly, rolling a nipple between his fingers and tugging at it, letting it go to watch how your breast bounces. “I’m getting myself hard. Usually I’d sneak a pill right about now, but with you around I don’t think I need it. Maybe you’re my Viagra.”
“Gee, thanks, what an honour,” you grumble under your breath, but you can’t really complain because his warm hands feel quite nice on your skin. The air conditioning is ramped up on set, so your skin feels a little chilly, but Jimin continues to massage and tweak your nipples, and you can feel yourself start to drip onto the floor, shifting from your position to rub your thighs together.
His knowing, cocky grin irks the shit out of you as he switches to the other breast, abandoning his grip on his dick to push both tits together as he admires your cleavage. “Y’know, I think I’ll write in some titty fucking in the next one. What do you think about that?”
“Let’s see if you even have that much dick first,” you quip back at him just as the director calls for everyone to be on standby.
“Rolling for scene two, let’s go!”
Immediately Jimin’s face shuts down into a cold, sombre expression as he slaps your breasts hard. You feel the heavy weight of them swinging under his gaze as he buries one hand into the hair at the base of your neck as he tugs your head up to look at him.
“Take me out. No hands, use that filthy mouth of yours, whore,” Jimin’s voice is bone-chillingly sharp, and you rush to do as he says.
Undoing his dress pants and dragging down his zipper with your teeth is something you’re practically an expert at, having done it for practically every single shoot since you started porn. It’s part of the niche that you carved for yourself as the innocent, angel incarnate. You can tell that Jimin is slightly surprised at how fast you are and how easily you drag his pants down to reveal his fully hard cock by the slight widening of his eyes before he covers it up by slapping his cock against your cheek, leaving a sticky trail of precum.
You can see the pleasure in his face when he drags his cock all over your face, ruining your makeup as he slaps his cock against your cheek several times. You open your mouth for him, showing him your tongue as Jimin buries his cock into your mouth at an angle, pushing against the side of your mouth and thrusting a few times so that your cheek protrudes obscenely. Then he lies his dick on the centre of your face so that your mouth touches his balls and his tip is leaking onto your forehead, precum dripping down your skin. This is ultimate degradation, your face is used as nothing but a bed for his cock.
“Lick my balls like the cockslut you are. Don’t miss a single inch, bitch.”
You comply and lave his balls with your tongue reverently, taking them into your mouth as Jimin spreads his thighs for the camera to get a good view. You take one of them into your mouth and suck on it, wishing you could play with the other one with your hands. He feels big in your mouth, heavy on your tongue as you roll him around, coating his balls in saliva. Jimin pulls your head away and pushes his cockhead against your lips, demanding you to open up for him.
You part your lips and he slides in almost immediately, sinking all the way into your throat without a warning. He may not be as big as some of your other co-stars you’ve had before, but damn is he thick. Your eyes water immediately and you gag a little, to which Jimin grunts in approval as he strokes your cheek.
“Choking already? Shouldn’t a whore like you do better than that? Show me how well you can suck dick, I know you’re better than this.”
You glance up to meet Jimin’s eyes directly- with the camera focusing on your face, Jimin lets his stone cold expression loosen a little as he raises an eyebrow- issuing you a direct challenge. Somehow the mischievous spark in his eyes motivates you to reduce him to nothing but a whining, moaning mess just with your mouth, so you force down your gag reflex and start sucking him as if your life depends on it.
Spit and saliva is everywhere- all over his dick, covering your chin, dripping down to your breasts- but you don’t give in as you deepthroat him completely, swallowing a few times before pulling back and running your tongue along the veins of his cock. Jimin is so thick that your jaw actually starts to ache, but a tiny little flicker in his expression when you let his head touch the back of your throat spurs you on. Somewhere in the distance you can hear the director’s approval, but all you can concentrate on is the sloppy sounds emanating from your own mouth, and Jimin’s dark, heady gaze trained on you as he supports your head with his hand, gathering your hair into a messy ponytail.
He is biting his lip hard, a surefire sign that you’re affecting him at least a little bit. Jimin, for his part, is doing his best to fuck your throat evenly and keep his expression unreadable, but when your throat closes and grips his dick, he has to pull you off his cock before he loses his load way too early.
Jimin can see the look of triumph on your face as you pant for air, lipstick smeared around your lips and mascara running down your cheeks. He grips his dick at the base hard, breathing heavily for a few moments to regain control before he bends down to grab you by the waist, tossing you onto the bed.
“Arch for me,” Jimin whispers just under his breath, palm smoothing along the dip in your back. There is a grunt of approval when you push your ass out for his viewing pleasure. “I knew you were good with that mouth, but your punishment isn’t over yet, baby.”
A visible shudder runs throughout your entire frame at the unexpected nickname, exacerbated by the way Jimin strokes the small of your back almost reverently. He spreads your ass cheeks apart to appraise your most intimate parts, and he chuckles when he sees your dripping pussy.
“So here’s what’s going to happen next,” Jimin palms a handful of your ass as he strokes his dick with the other. “I’m going to spank this pretty ass, and you’re not allowed to make a single noise. If you do, there will be consequences.”
Your cheek against the mattress, ass up high for Jimin, you can feel yourself start to drip down your thigh. “Wh-what consequences, Sir?”
Jimin makes no answer, but suddenly you feel the blunt head of his cock against your unlubed asshole, and you pretend to whine and wriggle away from his grasp.
“No, Sir please, please not there,” you are struggling as Jimin grips your waist and pulls you against him just as the script calls for.
“It starts now, slut. Every little noise you make means one inch in your tight ass.” Jimin pulls your cheeks apart to see the head of his cock pressed against your asshole, and he delivers a slap to your right cheek before he leans down so that his tongue traces your earlobe. “I’ll go up to fifteen today, I think. And as much as I’d like to tear that pretty ass open… I’d advise you to keep quiet, dollface.”
Jimin has one hand on the base of his cock, the other alternating between your left and right cheeks, so that your skin burns a bright red with every strike. You can feel Jimin actually putting in his full effort with every slap, not the kind of half-hearted pretending that you’re used to with your co-stars. On his seventh slap you can’t help but cry out into the sheets, the burn on your skin radiating right down to your clit, and Jimin clucks his tongue in disappointment.
“We were so close too…” Jimin sighs as he taps his cock few times at your tight entrance, and you sob in response, clenching your muscles automatically. You can feel Jimin chuckle in amusement as he draws his cock away for a brief moment, and you hear him spit, before feeling a wet and warm substance drip down your asshole. He spreads it around a little with the head of his cock, and despite your scripted pleas and cries, Jimin pushes his cock into your barely lubed ass.
“How’s that feel, slut?” He murmurs as he caresses your bright red and sore ass.
All you have is his saliva and precum lubing you up, but it doesn’t hurt as much as you thought it would. You can feel Jimin’s tender touches on your waist as his way of checking in with you, and the minute action sets you at ease even though you can’t see or touch him to activate your safeword.
“It-it hurts, Sir,” your voice is a low sob as you bury your cheek into the soft bedding, amidst all your arousal, it’s a wonder how you can still remember your lines.
“Then you’ll keep that slutty mouth of yours shut the next time,” Jimin responds with another strike, and this time he can feel the way your muscles clench around his cock, and he swears under his breath, grabbing a handful of your ass to keep him grounded. “Fuck, I can feel your tight little ass around my cock. What a disgusting whore you are, so desperate to get fucked up the ass, hmm?”
Jimin spits again, and his saliva lands right on his cock buried in your ass. He withdraws the tip just a little to work his spit into your ass, as he delivers more spanks. You manage to bite back your cries until the twelfth strike, where you barely whimper against the sheets, but Jimin’s keen ears pick it up. His hips work to drive his cock another inch into your ass, spreading your cheeks apart so that the camera captures every sordid detail.
His cock isn’t the biggest you’ve ever taken, but having him slowly go deeper into your ass like this somehow makes it feel as if he’s stretching you out so good. Your muscles are trembling and you can barely remember to keep your back arched for the camera and Jimin, but if he feels this big in your ass only two inches in, how is he going to feel when he’s balls deep? You clench involuntarily around him on that thought, and a part of you is tempted to just fuck the script and make him bury himself inside your ass fully.
Jimin completes the fifteen slaps sooner than you would have liked, and he rewards you with a kiss between your shoulder blades as he smooths his hands over your ass, pulling his dick out slowly to watch your ass gape for him and the camera.
“Fuck, that’s so hot. Turn around and legs spread, whore, I want to fuck you now,” Jimin climbs onto the bed on his knees, hand on his cock guiding himself to your soaked entrance.
His hands grip the back of your knees, forcing your thighs apart for him as he sinks his cock into your pussy. The burn of his penetration nearly makes your eyes roll back into your head- the satisfying girth of him stretches you wide in ways that you’ve never felt before. Jimin works his way deep into your pussy with small strokes, finally bottoming out with your legs on his shoulders and his balls against your ass.
“How are you so fucking tight still? After fucking so many men,” Jimin grunts as he secures your thighs against his chest, leaning over your body and folding you in half. “How many cocks have you had other than mine? Answer me!”
His mouth is against your neck, teeth sinking into your flesh as he marks you. Between his deep thrusts hitting your cervix and his hands around your neck, the cold metal of his rings digging into your skin, it’s all you can do to summon your lines from the recesses of your memory. “Just o-one Sir, I swe-ar, please.”
“Stupid fucking whore,” he growls as he slaps your cheek hard. “How dare you fucking lie to me? Your slutty pussy needs to be stuffed with cock all the time, and you dare tell me you only fucked one other man? I’ll say it was at least five. Five cocks have been in this whore cunt. Tell me, did you make them take turns? Or did you get fucked by two dicks at once?”
“I di-didn’t, please, I’m sorry Sir,” your voice comes in sobs and whines. You scrabble for purchase against his still clothed torso, and you wish you could feel his heated skin under your fingers, mark him with your nails.
“Did you let them cum inside?” Jimin demands again, drawing back and pushing your thighs to your chest so that he can see his cock spreading your pussy lips apart, see your tiny little clit practically begging for attention. “Tell me!”
“No, I didn’t,” you answer him immediately, and something about the possessiveness of his voice seems a little too real, the jealous glint in his eyes that fuels his anger sends a very real thrill that sings through your veins. All you can see is his dark eyes as he fucks into you with his cock, and it is a gaze that is all-consuming, a gaze that makes you forget about all the cameras and the crew, erases them from the background until it is just you and him alone.
“Doesn’t matter, I’ll fuck all their cum out of you,” Jimin holds your legs apart as he drives himself deeper into your cunt, stopping when he’s balls deep. “No one can ever fuck you as deep and hard as I can.”
The sounds of skin against skin resonates throughout the set, accompanied by your whines and sobs as Jimin sneaks a hand down to rub your clit even though it isn’t in the script. Caught unaware by his sudden move, it sends you over the edge as you orgasm around him, walls clenching deliciously and body contorting under his grip, screaming his name. He fucks you through your orgasm without missing a beat, and you moan and thrash under his grip from overstimulation, but Jimin only grips your waist with both hands.
“Take it, fucking take my cock, you whore,” he demands as sweat drips down his forehead. “I’m gonna cum so deep inside your pussy, and you’re taking every drop. After that you’re going to walk out of here with cum dripping down your thighs so that everyone knows what a cum slut you are. My favourite little cumslut.”
His thrusts are getting harder and sloppier as a few assistants crowd around behind him, ready to deliver the fake cumshot, but Jimin waves them away impatiently. He can feel his balls churning with the biggest load of his life, and with the camera trained on your bouncing tits, he glances at the director to let him know he’s ready. With the director’s go ahead, he skips to his final few lines just before he cums.
“You ready for my cum, slut? Say it, I want to hear you beg me to cum inside you.” Jimin slaps your cheek once with measured strength. “Fucking beg, or else I’ll finish all over your tits instead.”
“Fuck, no please, don’t cum on my tits,” your mouth is open, clinging on to Jimin’s shoulders as he fucks you into the bed, pounding your cunt with every last bit of strength he has. “In my pussy, please cum in my pussy. I want it, so fucking bad, please sir!”
Jimin is apparently pleased with your begging, and he rewards you with a rare smile, stroking your cheek to soothe the stinging slap he gave you earlier. “Good girl… that’s my cumslut.”
You glance down to where his cock is fucking in and out of your pussy, and Jimin focuses the rest of his attention to hitting you as deep as possible, throwing his head back and letting out a strangled moan as he cums deep inside you, filling you with warm, real cum for the first time in any of your shoots. The real stuff feels so good, so wet and messy, and Jimin’s cock twitching against your walls feels intimate as he thrusts to prolong his orgasm.
From your vantage point you have a front row seat to watch Park Jimin as he revels in his pleasure, and everything from his moans to the way he throws his head back is entirely intoxicating, and you find yourself squeezing your walls around him to prolong his pleasure.
“Fuck, that’s my whore,” he pants as he slowly comes back to his senses, allowing the camera to zoom in on your cunt as he slowly slips out of your used core.
Following the tradition of every one of his videos, Park Jimin gets on his elbows and spreads your pussy lips wide, showing off the globs of real cum that drip from your center as you squeeze your walls to make it even messier. He whispers praise against your skin as he dips two fingers into the unholy mess and coats your clit with it, rubbing you to a final orgasm that makes you whimper and moan, fingers clutching the sheets and hips bucking under his grasp.
“And that’s a cut! Well done everyone!” The director interrupts with a gleeful clapping of his hands, but to your surprise, Jimin doesn’t move from his position between your thighs, not even when his manager comes up behind him with his robe and a bottle of water.
He is still staring at his cum leaking in a steady stream from your pussy, running his fingers through it and playing with your folds with an intrigued look on his face. When you make a move to get up, he glances at you first, then at his manager.
“Hyung, just give me a minute?” Jimin directs this at Sejin, and the older man looks a little confused, but nods and turns away. Around the two of you, all the crew is starting to dismantle the equipment and hurrying around, but Jimin remains focused on you. “Can I?”
“C-can you… what?” Now that the scene is over and the cameras are off, it’s as if the spell has been broken, you are once again self-conscious and all too aware of how vulnerable you seem to be around this man. When Jimin dips his eyes to your pussy and back up to your eyes, your heart nearly stops in your chest. He can’t possibly be… why would he want to…?
“Can I?” Jimin strokes his thumbs against your inner thighs softly, placing a gentle kiss on one side as he licks his lips. “Please? I really want to.”
Breathless, you nod at him, afraid that one more word out of you will make Jimin realise exactly what he’s offering to do, and that he’ll snap out of his lust induced haze. And then gone will be that genuine smile that lights up his entire face, only to be replaced by the condescending smirk that you know all too well.
Jimin starts with wet kisses on both inner thighs, kissing his way to your soaked lips as he begins to gently lick up his spilled cum, gathering it with his fingers to make sure he gets every last drop. This is the scene that you’d been waiting for all this time, clicked through nearly a hundred of his videos in vain. But nothing could compare to seeing it live and up close in person like this. Watching him eat you out when there are no cameras around is strangely intimate, what’s even weirder is the way he maintains eye contact as he continues to suck at your clit, his own cum smeared around his lips as he eats your pussy as if it’s the best dessert in the world.
“Delicious,” he draws back and wipes the back of his mouth with his hand. “Your pussy tastes exactly like how I imagined it. Better with my cum too.”
You clear your throat, still a little sore from deepthroating him earlier as you awkwardly close your legs and scoot away from him, feeling a burning desire to get as far away from this damned man as you can before he sees right through you. “Do you do that with all your co-stars?”
“Would you be jealous if I did?” He shoots you a cocky little wink as he gets to his feet, reaching over to help you up from the bed with his hands around your waist, dipping down to inspect a few bruises on your neck with his fingers. His touches are so gentle and tender that they don’t hurt at all, but you brush him away.
“Jealous? Who? Me?” You laugh it off as Wendy hands you your robe and you snuggle into the warmth of it. As you hide your naked body from his view, your walls come back up, and the defensive mask slides back into place. “You wish, Park. Although I might have to be a little concerned, since fake cum tastes like shit.”
“Well, I wouldn’t know,” he shrugs. “I only eat the real stuff, and it wasn’t bad, for a first taste.”
Jimin lets his eyes linger on yours for a few moments to allow his words sink in before he turns away to pull on a pair of grey sweatpants and perhaps review the footage a little. “Rest well before next week.”
This is just ironic. Plain and simple, Park Jimin is trying to mess with you.
The second script is a cardinal sin. That’s all you can describe it as. Father Park Jimin with a Catholic schoolgirl confessing her sins in a confession booth.
You run your fingers through your hair in distress. Noting that the costume requirements are red plaid skirt and white shirt. As you read through the entire script, it is a short one, but still present are the elements of degradation and humiliation that require you to position yourself as subservient to the man who shattered your hopes and dreams all those years ago.
It must be a coincidence. There’s no way Park Jimin remembers exactly what he said to you all those years ago.
For you, it might have been a life or death experience that remains etched in your memory forever. But for him, it was just another day on another set humiliating some poor rookie.
It’s fine. You did it once before and you survived. So who’s to say you won’t survive this one either? You are stubborn and obstinate, you refuse to write that damn email to Jimin and tell him you can’t do this. So you just have to pussy up and fucking commit to this, dammit. Just two more damn shoots.
You have to give it to him though, he is pretty creative as a scriptwriter himself. Or maybe these are just his lewd fantasises?
Thankfully there’s nothing in this script that requires any preparation, other than learning your lines. Over the next few days as you go about your routine on none schedule days- working out at the gym, indulging in wine and movies, you can’t help but keep the pit of nerves at bay in your stomach. Acknowledging them would give it too much power over you.
When shoot day comes, you nervously change into the outfit provided for you once you reach on set. Donning these clothes bring with them a hoard of heart pounding memories and associations, and it’s all that you can do not to throw up right then and there. You are unusually sweaty as you sit in the chair for hair and makeup.
“Everything okay?” Your makeup artist checks in with you as she powders your nose for the third time. “Nervous?”
You pretend to laugh it off a little. “Yeah, a bit.”
“From what I heard, you and Jimin killed it last shoot,” she grins at you as she replaces the cap on one of her lip glosses. “Don’t need to sweat. Just keep doing whatever you did last time.”
You accept her encouragement with a strained smile even as you stare at yourself in the mirror. From your vantage point, it feels as if you have regressed to that shy, insecure girl from five years ago- you might as well be looking at her now. The same scared expression, except maybe the clothes are better fitting and you’ve definitely grown into your body a little.
“Ready?” The director’s assistant pops her head in with a smile. “We’re all set up and raring to go.”
Shakily, you get up from your chair and follow her with a wobble in your step and an uneven breath. The plaid skirt is tight around your waist and restricts your breathing a little, but you force it to the back of your mind as you see Jimin adjusting his robe. Today he has his hair in a deep side part off his forehead with circle glasses perched at the end of his nose. The rest of him is concealed in long priest robes, and when he spots you, his face lights up.
“______! What do you think of my outfit?” He flourishes his robes and raises his eyebrows. Typical of him to ask someone to tell him how good he looks. Park Jimin looks damn good alright, and he knows it, but it’s not enough unless someone compliments him.
“Very, um… sinful,” you offer him half-heartedly before turning away to let your stylist adjust your hair. You are not in the mood to jibe with him today, even less to stroke his ego.
“What did you think of the script? You didn’t reply to my email, and I realised I don’t have your phone number so I can’t contact you except through your manager, so…” Jimin frowns as he turns to face you. “Ironic, isn’t it?”
His comment catches you off guard. “Wh-what do you mean?”
“Me. Committing a cardinal sin. Like I said all those years ago,” Jimin casually turns to face the set, fluffing his hair with a careless hand. “I’m really getting my just desserts, aren’t I?”
A sharp intake of breath betrays your surprise, and you cross your arms tightly over your chest, wanting so badly to just disappear right at that moment. He remembers? He can’t have. Why would someone like Park Jimin remember some fleeting comment he made about not wanting to fuck a rookie? Sure, it may have cut deep for you, but surely for him it can’t have been that memorable. Is he doing all this just to mess with you? What could he possibly want?
“_____? Why aren’t you saying anything?” Jimin’s expression turns sombre as the cocky look on his face disappears. “Is it the script? Is it too much? I can change it if you need me to-“
“Is this some kind of joke?” You accuse him, deciding to just strike first with aggression rather than risk being ridiculed in front of the entire crew later. “Some kind of sick little torture to recreate… this? For your own twisted pleasure?”
Faced with your overly defensive posture reminds him that he’s not dealing with that girl from five years ago anymore. You have changed, the years hardening you over and coating you in a hard little shell that’s almost impossible to break through. Jimin almost wonders why you always immediately assume that everyone is out to belittle or hurt you, but then he realises with a guilty start that it’s partially his own fault.
Blame it all on the stupid arrogant jerk he was five years ago.
“No, it’s not a joke, and neither is it some petty revenge,” Jimin says as calmly as he can. “I don’t know if its sunken in by now, but I told you before that in my shoots, my girls have all the power. So yes, at surface level it may seem like I’m dominating and humiliating you, but what the camera doesn’t see is that you are the one who controls me. A single word from you and I stop.”
His breath is stuck somewhere in his chest. Never before has he felt so vulnerable in front of someone else. Not only do you seem to throw a wrench in the casual uninterested disposition he’s carved out for himself with it comes to his co-stars, there’s something about the way you truly hold his heart in the palm of your hand, even if you don’t know it yet.
Your eyes are brimming with disbelief, posture still defensive as the director calls for everyone to take their places. But you remain silent, thinking his words over as you heed the instructions given by the crew. Jimin follows you closely till you stop just outside the small wooden confession box.
His hands are slightly sweaty as he steps in front of you. Reaching out slowly, to gauge your reaction, Jimin gently places his hand on your chin to tilt your head up towards him. “I’ve always been a believer in actions speaking louder than words. I know you still think of me as that arrogant small dicked jerk who can’t think about anyone other than himself. But let me prove to you that I’ve changed. That’s why I wrote this scene. I want to show you that you are the one in control of me, not the other way around.”
Looking into your eyes, Jimin can see the residual fear and trauma leftover from that incident all those years ago. Silently he begs for a chance, knowing full well that you could just walk out right now and he can’t do a damn thing. Just one chance for him to remedy his mistakes and prove to you that he’s a changed man.
“Let’s get this over with,” you say as you turn and step inside the box, and Jimin lets out a sigh of relief as a staff member ushers him into the other side.
Your knees are shaking slightly as you perch on the chair inside the confession box. Separating you and Jimin is a mesh screen that obscures most of his features, and on the table in front of you are a few props- some candles, a rosary and a fake Bible that looks almost real.
“Scene one rolling in three, two, one… action!”
You pick up the rosary in front of you, feeling the beads with your fingers as you settle into your role, trying your best to drown out your obsessive thoughts and worries. The dark confession booth lends you some anonymity- you’re sure that the lighting has been purposely fixed so that the camera can only catch a glimpse of your silhouette.
“Father, forgive me, for I have sinned,” you recite your first line, clasping the rosary beads in your hands and bowing your head in repentance. “I have come here to confess, Father, to a terrible sin that has been occupying my mind and soul for the past few weeks.”
“Pray, tell my child. What is bothering you?” Jimin’s low, soothing voice comes from the other side. “The truth shall set you free.”
“In school, I can’t concentrate on the lessons, and in mass, my mind is always somewhere else… lately I’ve been feeling so restless, Father,” you sigh, resting your head in your hands. “My thoughts haven’t exactly been… pure.”
There is a brief noise from the other side, as if Jimin is shifting in his seat. “What kind of thoughts are you having? Child, if you do not come clean with me, I cannot cleanse you of your sins.”
You play it up for the camera as it focuses on your face, wearing an expression of conflict, embarrassment and distress all in one. This script that Jimin wrote really tests your acting abilities. “U-unholy ones, Father. They get worse at night, when it’s just me alone in my bed… I can’t help it, it just gets so unbearable…”
“Child, sins of the flesh are against the Holy Scripture,” Jimin clucks in disappointment, and you can feel his look of disapproval singe your skin directly, even though you can’t even see his face. “What do you do in your bed when you’re all alone? Are you engaging with these unholy thoughts? Come clean with your Father if you want absolution.”
“I…” you swallow hard in embarrassment, pressing your thighs tightly together as you tug your skirt down, playing the role of the innocent school girl. The skirt is barely long enough for you to sit on, so you can feel your ass, left bare by the thong you’re wearing underneath it, come into direct contact with the chair underneath you. “I… I touch myself, Father.”
Another sigh of disappointment from Jimin as you hear him flipping a few pages of the fake Bible. “You have to be more specific, my child. Where do you touch yourself? Tell me, or else I cannot help you, and you shall be damned to Hell.”
“M-my… I touch myself… down there,” you whimper, feeling yourself dampen against your thong as you start to grind into the chair, thighs parting sinfully as the camera relocates itself to between your legs. You give it a few glimpses of your covered core as your hips rotate slowly. “Please don’t make me say any more, Father… it’s so sinful, so embarrassing, and I…”
There is a slam on the other side as if Jimin has closed the Bible forcefully. “A sinful whore like you, embarrassed? I think not. Look at yourself. Confessing to your Father that you touch yourself, and you can’t even bring yourself to say the word ‘pussy’. You think you’re still an innocent little girl, but your actions tell me otherwise. Go on with your confession, slut. We’re not done yet.”
You whimper as your thong is getting more and more soaked, and your breasts are heaving against your tight shirt. “I… I think about it at school too, Father. At mass. I sneak out in the middle to rub myself in the toilet, and then I… I come back to mass. Sweaty and my fingers still sticky.”
“In school too?” Father Jimin’s voice is a low purr now that sends shockwaves all the way to your core, and you can’t help but rub yourself against the chair, legs parting all the way. To a certain extent, the embarrassment on your cheeks is real, for Jimin has yet to touch you or even see you to get you this worked up, and even though you despise it, his degrading and humiliating words only serve to spur you on and add to your performance.
He surely knows how to bring out the best of you.
“What about boys?” Father Jimin suddenly demands. “Do you have a boyfriend? Do you let him touch your sweet little pussy? Put his fingers inside you at mass while you recite the Holy Scripture? Rub your pretty little clit until your sinful mouth cries out? I bet a little slut like you wants all the cock she can get. Tell me, do you lift your little plaid skirt for any boy who passes by?”
Hearing the jealousy and possessiveness in his voice only sends a fresh wave of arousal to soak your panties, and at this point you’re pretty sure that the chair is wet too.
“No! No Father Jimin, no boys,” you beg and plead earnestly. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”
Jimin makes a low groan in his throat, a noise that makes your nipples ache. “Fuck, then you’re a tease. Nothing but a little cocktease. Look at you. Do you really think I don’t know you’re rubbing your little pussy against the chair while you confess your sins?”
You gasp in shock as the script calls for, hips immediately stilling. “Father Jimin, please, I can’t help myself.”
“If I have any say in it, your sweet pussy will remain pure and untouched except by the Father himself,” Jimin groans lowly from the other side, and you can hear his slight panting. “Tell me, my child. Do you want to receive forgiveness for your carnal sins?”
“Yes,” you gasp immediately, feeling your hips jerk and your clit catch deliciously against the chair through your soaked underwear. “Please, Father forgive me. For I have sinned.”
“Ask and you shall be rewarded, seek and you shall find,” Jimin says as he gets up from his chair. “Bend over the table for me, sweet child.”
Raising yourself on shaky legs, you prop the upper half of your body on the table, back arched as the camera relocates behind you to give Jimin time to cross over from his side of the confession booth. You can feel your thigh high socks rub against each other as your thighs chafe in your impatience.
“Look how slutty you are in your school uniform… fuck, boys would be all over this ass in an instant,” Jimin gives you a harsh spank to your right cheek, and you gasp and writhe under him. “In order for me to rid you of your sins, I have to thoroughly cleanse you here.”
His fingers massage your ass, splitting your cheeks open and revealing your most intimate places to him and the camera. Jimin runs his fingers along your inner thigh, just shy of your thigh high socks, up until he brushes against your swollen pussy lips. The crotch of your little white thong is soaked, and Jimin uses his fingers to push it into your pussy.
“That’s it, sweet child… show Father Jimin all your sins,” he massages your panties deeper into your pussy with two fingers. “Show Father Jimin how sweet your pussy looks when its stuffed.”
“Father,” you whine low in your throat, wiggling your ass against his thighs. To which he responds with a sharp spank on your left cheek that smarts.
“On your knees, harlot,” Father Jimin commands, pulling you off the table by your hair and taking a seat on your chair, spreading his legs. “I think you need a taste of the Holy Staff to cleanse that impure mouth of yours.” He parts his robes to reveal his dress pants, unzipping and revealing his cock, red and throbbing with precum already leaking out of it. “Time for Holy Communion, my sweet child. Open up wide and receive the gift of Christ.”
You feel the saltiness of his cock against your tongue as he slides in deep, spearing your throat open as he thrusts into your face. Jimin’s balls brush against your chin as you swallow him deep, tears springing to your eyes as he controls your movements with his hand buried in your hair. You are choking and gasping around his cock noisily, and Jimin just eats up every single sound as he continues to ravish your mouth mercilessly.
From his viewpoint, seeing you on your knees has Jimin confident enough that he can muster up two loads for this scene. He just wants to watch your mouth fill with his cum, watch you swallow every drop of his salty essence, and show him your empty mouth after that.
“Suck me, yes, good, just like that, harlot,” Jimin demands as he pushes you down on his cock. “Suck your Father and feel my cum fill your mouth. Swallow down my blessing, so that you may strive for the salvation and absolution that you so seek.”
He can feel you twitch in surprise at the sudden demand for you to swallow his cum, but you sink down on his cock readily, looking up at him with wide and innocent eyes that nearly makes him blow his load right then and there. He looks off to the side to the director to gain his approval before Jimin starts to thrust again, feeling his balls tighten. With a strangled groan, Jimin feels his cock swell in your perfect mouth between those red lips, and he unleashes a torrent of bitter, salty cum into your mouth, swearing as you suckle on his cock like an infant, coaxing every drop from him.
“Swallow every drop,” Jimin pulls away from your mouth, his spent length twitching. You flash him a naughty little smirk as you clean a drop of cum from your mouth salaciously, opening your mouth to show him the reservoir of cum inside before your throat swallows, and you show him your empty mouth.
“Enough, harlot,” he declares as he pulls you up. Jimin watches as you pant desperately for air, tear stained cheeks and precum staining your chin. “You have dabbled in impure and unholy thoughts, my child. Sins of the flesh must be purified, for your body is a gift from God and not a receptacle for lust. Your body must be kept pure and untouched except for the man God intends you to marry and have babies with.”
Jimin leans back, thighs spread as his eyes linger over your thighs. “Sweet child, have you followed the rules of the Catholic Church? Are you on birth control, or any form of contraception that isn’t allowed by the Church?”
“N-no, Father,” you whimper. “My body is pure and untouched, as nature intended it to be.”
A pleased yet somehow also wicked smile crosses his face, but vanishes just a second later. “Good, my child. Be seated on your Father’s lap.”
“And cut!” The director yells, and Jimin lets go of you immediately, his spent length limp against his inner thigh. You turn around to watch a stylist clean him up carefully, an odd sensation in your throat when you see how unbothered Jimin is as he lets random strangers touch his soft cock.
Jimin is coated in a thin sheen of sweat, his thick, plush lips parted and looking like the devil himself as he gulps down some water that someone hands him, running his hand through his sweat soaked hair. Droplets of water travel down his neck as he drinks carelessly from the bottle, and you can feel your core pulse painfully. He catches you looking at him as an assistant sponges his soft cock, and he raises his eyebrows before glancing down at his crotch.
You step outside to have a few breaths of fresh air.
Jimin looks over at you as his stylist removes his circle glasses for a polish. “Doing okay? First half was intense.”
In your mind’s eye you have no doubt that you look wrecked beyond belief. Cheeks flushed with arousal, nipples hard and straining against your thin shirt- they didn’t give you a bra today- and you try and tamp down your embarrassment, replacing it with professionalism instead as you give him a taciturn nod. “Was alright.”
Someone hands you a bottle of water and you gulp gratefully. You can feel the wet stickiness between your thighs start to drip, and hope to whatever deity residing above you that Jimin can’t smell it.
“You were doing great,” Jimin says unexpectedly, getting up and tucking himself back into his pants just for modesty’s sake, especially as he moves closer to you. “Really got me so fucking turned on without even seeing you.” With his nose and lips dangerously close to your neck, you can feel your heart pounding against your ribs. “Now I know why you’re so good at what you do. The innocent yet naughty thing really works for you.” Jimin gives you his greasy little smile that doesn’t make you feel as disgusted as you thought you would be and is almost… endearing?
And as a scriptwriter he knew perfectly well what kind of role would suit you. You didn’t see it before, but you’re able to show off your innocent charm in the best ways possible with this script, and Jimin as an actor complements you perfectly as well.
As much as you try to deny it- you have to admit that this man turns you on. Park Jimin has this intriguing charisma with his offscreen personality that draws you in. Although it’s a whiplash from his cold, domineering onscreen persona, you can’t say that his dominance isn’t equally arousing either- it’s all just so confusing. You never thought you’d enjoy letting the most hated man in your life dominate you, but here you are, getting wet after a few insults from him.
“Can I kiss you?” He says suddenly, and you realise he’s been staring at your lips for a while.
The question shocks you to your core, and you take a step back involuntarily but Jimin follows your body with his, his hand coming around your back, but not touching your skin. Around you, various crew are still running around changing the lighting and modifying the set and doing who knows what, so no one is paying any attention to the two of you. Jimin still holds your hand in his as he stands with his body mere inches away from yours. “Just once. Please.”
You realise you’ve never kissed any of your co-stars before, much less outside of a scene. Jimin looks at you so earnestly that you almost can’t recognise him as the man who so cruelly put you down all those years ago, nor can you reconcile it with your perception of him as a selfish, cold bastard. Your head dips ever so slightly, and Jimin grins as he leans in.
His lips are soft and pleasant against yours, a very relaxed kiss with him leading and his hand soft against your back. It seems to be over far too quickly though, for he pulls back with a genuine smile on his lips.
“I’ve been wanting to do that since I saw you that day in the locker room,” he admits as he glances away, rubbing the back of his neck in a gesture that you recognise as embarrassment.
The great Park Jimin, embarrassed? You must be seeing things. He grins at your expression and boldly takes your hand in his, pulling you to feel his crotch where his cock is hard, again. In a mere span of minutes, just from kissing you alone.
Your cheeks heat up, whether in embarrassment, arousal, or flattery, you have no idea. But Park Jimin doesn’t seem the least bit ashamed as he palms his cock with your hand over it, licking his sinful, thick lips as he admires the curve of your neck, the soft flesh that he wants to mark with his teeth.
“It… it wasn’t a bad kiss,” you begrudgingly allow him to grin at your half-hearted compliment. “Not the best, though.”
You feel Jimin chuckle briefly against your neck, his breath skimming your heated skin. “Playing hard to get. I love it. You’re better than Viagra for me, sweetheart.”
Before you can react to the tender nickname, the director calls for everyone to take their places, and you step away from him with your heart pounding, back into your side of the confession booth. Standing in front of the chair as per where you left off last time, you feel more than see Jimin follow you into your side now. His thighs brush against your ass as he sits down, getting his once again hard cock out of his pants before he places his hands on your waist. With your back to him it’s easier to calm your racing heart even as you prepare yourself for the next scene.
“It’s gonna get a little rough from here on, you know that right?” Jimin’s voice is a low murmur as you feel his hands on your waist soothingly. “Just remember you can tap out anytime. You have all the power.”
“Okay.” You turn your cheek to the side to get a glimpse of him smiling back at you. Once the director starts rolling, however, it disappears entirely into a cold mask again, and porn star actor Park Jimin is back.
You turn and step backwards, feeling his hands on your waist guiding you as you start to sit down. His cock brushes against your ass, and you whimper in fear as the script calls, struggling to stand up again.
“Shhhh, my child, do not be afraid, for your Father is here,” Jimin whispers, pulling you firmly down and spreading your thighs for the camera. His sticky cockhead brushes against your inner thighs, and you fight against his strength as Jimin seeks to impale your tiny virgin hole with his cock. “My beautiful child, cursed and sinful harlot, are you ready to receive your anointing? Are you ready for the Holy Spirit to enter your impure body and cleanse you from the inside out?”
Your pussy is still wet and dripping despite the cut, and you can almost feel Jimin smirk as he takes in the implications of this.
“Yes, Father Jimin please… please enter me,” your legs are trembling as Jimin slowly lowers you onto his cock, and the head of him breaches your entrance.
“Lower yourself fully, my child, and accept your position at the Lord’s feet where you belong,” Father Jimin pulls you to sit fully upon him, cock now buried deep in your supposedly virgin pussy as you cry out. He bends to gather your thighs in his grip, fully opening your legs and exposing your stuffed cunt to the camera, bidding you to rest your full weight upon him. “Recite your rosary, sweet child, and rejoice in your blessing.”
And then he begins to fuck up into your cunt with measured strokes, reciting a prayer under his breath as he does so. His hands grip your thighs apart and his thrusts are harsh, punishing against you as his cock bottoms out all the way to your womb.
“Fuck, this sweet pussy, meant to be used for your Father’s pleasure, meant to worship your Father’s cock with reverence,” Father Jimin pants as he watches his cock disappear into your pussy. “You won’t let any other boy touch it, will you my sweet? Only Father Jimin.”
“O-only Father Jimin,” you repeat after him as he fondles your clit with his expert fingers that makes you wail and thrash on top of him, the camera zooming in to capture your expression as your orgasm around him, switching to your pussy to focus on how it grips him like perfect velvet.
His thrusts are speeding up and getting sloppy now- you recognise the cadence of it as he races for his climax.
“Are you ready to receive your blessing, harlot?” Father Jimin growls as he tightens a hand around your throat, cutting off your air supply. “F-fuck, forgive me, God!” He groans loudly as his hips thrust a few more times and he is spilling into your depths, filling you up with his second load of the day, covering your cervix with his thick, warm anointment and blessing.
You can do nothing but writhe on his cock as your walls clench around him, feeling your womb swell with his gifts. He is still twitching and spurting inside you; it feels strangely intimate for him to hold you as he comes down from his high. Whether it’s because Park Jimin is the first man to ever cum inside you bare like this, or if it’s because of something else, you’ll never know. The camera focuses on his rapidly softening cock as it slips from your pussy, cream immediately leaking from your centre and dripping down your ass and inner thighs.
Jimin’s fingers skim down your body to play with the remnants of his offering left at your altar, and his other hand is over your lower belly suggestively. His fingers slide over your dripping slit, gathering up some of his cum mixed with your arousal as he brings it up to your clit, rubbing and pinching as you continue to leak his cum all over his softening cock that is resting against your inner thigh.
With a cry, you cum again, swollen cunt clenching around nothing and oozing more of his cum out. Jimin soothes you with a few kisses to your neck that feels oddly intimate, and are definitely not in the script as you come down from your high.
His lips are poised close to your ear as he delivers the final lines of the scene. “My sweet child, I have a feeling you’ll be back here with another confession in 9 months. May your time away from me bear fruit.”
“CUT! Brilliant, amazing, I was blown away!” The director claps his hands as you sag against Jimin, thighs slipping off his frame. “Someone help them clean up, and it’s a wrap! Thank you!”
Jimin situates you more firmly on his lap so that you won’t fall off, carefully helping you stand up as his cum leaks from your centre. An assistant hands you a wet tissue and you take a few steps away from Jimin so you can clean yourself up, but he follows you, snatching the wet tissue from you and cleaning your inner thighs himself.
“Jimin, stop, I can do it myself,” you start to protest, but it seems like nothing can stand in the way of Jimin’s obsession with his cum on you. He purposely catches a glob of it on his finger and brings it to his mouth, making eye contact with you as he licks his finger sinfully.
“Any chance of doing a sequel with that?” Jimin grins perversely, pushing himself to stand as he hands the used wipe to an assistant. “The title can be, ‘Blessed with my Father’s Baby’. What do you think?”
“I’m not doing a pregnancy porn shoot with you, Park,” you roll your eyes and put on the robe your manager hands you. “If that’s the last script, consider me out. I’m breaking the contract.”
Even as you walk out with Jimin’s amused gaze still on your back, a thought occurs to you that this shoot wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. There was no signs of the panic attacks, traumatic memories and actual, real humiliation even though you spent most of the scene grovelling at Park Jimin’s feet, sucking his cock and being used thoroughly by him. In fact, as you walk away from the man himself, you start to realise that maybe he is right about this whole domination business—you had the upper hand all along.
The last scene is so unlike the previous two that you have to pause and make sure that the sender of the email is Park Jimin. After you confirmed it three times, you click back to the pdf file and read it through again, just to make sure you’re not seeing things.
A newly-wed couple on their wedding night, consummating their marriage for the first time.
You swallow hard, noting that there isn’t any of the dominance and humiliation that Jimin usually has in his scripts. Instead, it seems to require intimacy and chemistry between the two actors, seeing as there are barely any lines for you to memorise. All he’s given you is a brief premise and description of positions from start to finish, and at the end he put a director’s note that all of this is to be very loosely followed.
The premise of the script remains in your mind even as you go through your workouts at the gym. Sweat drips down your face as you increase the speed on the treadmill, wishing that life was as easy as just running away from all your problems like this.
Can you even act that well? Jimin seems to have too much faith in your acting skills, though you know that he probably has no problem mustering up the appropriate emotions for this scene. But you on the other hand… your feelings towards Jimin have been getting more and more confusing. If this goes on any longer, it’ll be hard for you to draw a firm line between the two of you, much less keep on convincing yourself that he is the selfish, proud and egotistical bastard you always thought he was.
Why does he have to write such a corny and awful script? This will really put your acting skills to the test. You swear at him under your breath as you punch the stop button on the treadmill, grabbing your towel and stepping off. Taking a swig of your water, you continue to curse his obnoxiously handsome face as you walk to the locker room—
“Did you just say my name?” A familiar voice startles you and you nearly drop your phone as you turn around.
Jimin has his silver hair slightly matted and damp, sticking to his forehead. He’s obviously here for a workout, dressed in a thin white shirt that is see through with his sweat, and some workout shorts that show off the thickness of his thighs. You’ve never seen him in anything but a suit or perfectly pressed dress pants, and you can’t help but let your eyes wander over how built his physique is. Slim, yet wiry, he is the epitome of sleek, elegant power as he pushes his sweaty hair off his forehead, giving you a glimpse of his firm biceps as he does so.
“Wh-when did you start coming to this gym?” You avert your gaze by taking a gulp of water.
“Since I heard you went here,” he grins shamelessly, stopping at the water cooler for a refill.
This is the first time you’ve interacted with him outside of a porn shoot, and even though you’ve practically seen his dick, had it inside you, done all sorts of sordid things with him— you feel awkward around him, especially when you think about the shoot you’ll have to do with him soon.
“I’ll um… see you tomorrow then. Ha-have a good workout,” you mumble under your breath, making a wide berth around him to head for the lockers and showers. The stutter in your voice makes you cringe.
“Hey— you didn’t get back to me about the script. Is it okay?” Jimin turns off the tap at the water cooler and follows you for a few steps.
You turn back to him and study his face carefully. He doesn’t seem to be teasing you or making fun of you, in fact he is completely serious. Should you be honest and tell him what you’re really worried about, or should you beat around the bush?
“… it’s a different script. Different from what you usually do,” you finally say.
Jimin shrugs, unperturbed. “Different, yes. But different is good, and I wanted to try something new since… since it’s with you. I thought since our last two shoots were more of my style, we could incorporate yours for the final one. So that there’s some kind of balance. Is there a problem? Or did you change your mind about that pregnancy shoot?”
His little teasing voice makes your cheeks heat up involuntarily. You are irritated with yourself, at how you always seem to be at a loss for words around him, at how he always affects you just so.
“It’s just… it’s very brief. I’m not sure I know how you want it to go.” You fret with your hands a little, avoiding eye contact with Jimin. “If there were more lines, more stage directions, more things like that. I’d feel more confident about doing it with you.”
“Ah, it’s about that,” Jimin makes a humming noise in his throat as he considers your words. “I purposely didn’t include many scripted lines because I thought it wouldn’t fit with how I envisioned this entire scene to go. In my mind I saw two lovers, passionate yet innocent, celebrating their love for the first time. Lines would make everything kind of awkward and artificial, don’t you think? We should let it flow naturally. Get into the mood and character with each other.”
While Jimin is speaking, you can sense that he really does have a passion for acting, and not just the scripted trash that porn actors usually dole out. You’ve witnessed his genuine talent when it comes to immersing himself in a scene, admired him for how he seems to have two sides to his personality, and how he can switch between his on and off screen persona so fluidly.
“I definitely won’t have a problem getting into character. I could help you if you need me to… but somehow I feel like you don’t.” His voice is a low baritone against the shell of your ear, and his words are suggestive. Jimin smiles confidently as he steps closer to you. “At least, I hope by now you don’t think I’m still that stuck up jerk.”
Jimin’s eyes are fixated on your forehead, and he’s so close that you can feel his breath on your skin. He reaches up to wipe a drop of sweat from your forehead, and then his thumb brushes against your cheek. “If you need more stage directions… then let me just say I think we’ll be doing a lot of kissing. A lot.”
He lets his hand drop as he meets your eyes again, waiting for your response as a he grins at you. Jimin drops his eyes to your lips as his tongue dips out to caress his own plush ones. You think back to the last time he kissed you in between scenes, and you can feel your traitorous heart skip a beat in your chest. It flusters you so much that you can only step away from him and throw a hasty goodbye over your shoulder as you flee.
“Last shoot of the contract!” Wendy sings as she brings you your iced coffee. “Are you relieved?”
The useless script sits in front of you as you take a sip from your drink absently. “Why would I be relieved?”
“You get paid after this, and they’ll be releasing the first film shortly after. And I thought you hated Park Jimin, so isn’t it a relief that you won’t have to work with him anymore?”
You consider her words carefully as a few stylists adjust your outfit, hair and makeup. Today you are wearing all white, a lace bralette that skims your waist and accentuates your breasts, along with a pair of matching panties and a garter set. Over it all you have a sheer lace cardigan that drapes over your shoulders. “I don’t exactly… hate him, I guess. He isn’t as bad as I thought he was.”
You set aside the script and take a few sips of your drink before handing it to Wendy, nerves fluttering in your stomach as you follow the assistant director’s cue to get ready on set. As usual, Jimin is already on set and mixing with the crew, but when he sees you, he comes over straightaway.
His eyes are taking you in from head to toe, and for once it’s his turn to be speechless. This is exactly what he fell for the moment Sejin hyung showed him your picture, an angel draped in white. For a moment Jimin actually lets himself believe that all of this is real, that you and him are actually newly-weds waiting to consummate your marriage... all for the sake of helping him get into character, of course. Not for anything else.
“You look beautiful,” he says honestly, nervously putting his hands in his pockets to keep him from running them through his hair and ruining his stylist’s hard work. “I’m a lucky man.”
Jimin is talking as if all of this is real, and it sets you on edge. This is dangerous. You should never have agreed to doing this script in the first place. Out of all the shoots you’ve done with him, you feel as if this is the most nerve wracking and outside your comfort zone you’ve ever been.
It’s all for the shoot, you remind yourself, forcing yourself to put aside your feelings and remain professional. All for the shoot, and nothing else. Since Jimin has a distinction between his on screen and off screen persona, you should have one too.
“Everyone on set, and initial positions please!” The director calls, and Jimin takes your hand in his, leading you to the door frame of the bedroom set they have today.
He pulls you in closer to him, arms around your waist so that your body is touching his intimately. Abruptly his legs give out and you fall into his lap, his arms around your waist and chest to chest with Park Jimin as he grins insufferably.
You make a sound of protest even as you try to get off his lap- this position is far too intimate, you can feel the heat of his thighs against your core- but Jimin halts your movements with a pout. He nestles you comfortably straddling his hips, eyes glittering as he grins at you.
“Jimin, filming hasn’t started yet-”
“I know, I know, get into the mood with me? C’mon, I promise it’ll help. We’re supposed to be married, you know.” He plays with a strand of your hair in his fingers, tucking it behind your ear.
Reluctantly, you start to relax in his lap as you wait for the crew to get ready. Being on his lap like this isn’t all that bad. It isn’t awkward like you thought it would be. Jimin is holding your waist and humming in his throat as he leans in to smell your hair, his lips ghosting against the shell of your ear. Each and every one of his actions is so natural and thoughtless that if you let yourself go for one moment- you could almost believe this is real and not reel.
The thin layers of your lingerie do nothing to obscure how warm and firm he feels, and you can see Jimin admiring every inch of your body with unabashed hunger in his eyes, and another emotion that you can’t quite identify. Being this close to him has your heart rate and temperature sky rocketing, and you can feel him rapidly growing hard against your stomach. Jimin’s eyes are soft as he leans in to kiss you even before the director says anything else.
Surprisingly, the kiss settles your nerves rather than worsens them, and you feel yourself relaxing into his touch, closing your eyes and forgetting about everyone else other than the man kissing you right now. Jimin is soft and gentle with his touches, even more tender with his kisses today, and your head lolls to the side to give him more access when he starts to kiss down your neck, sucking along your collarbone and pushing your lace cardigan off your shoulder.
Belatedly you realise that filming must have already started— but then why didn’t you hear the director’s voice…? Jimin brings your attention back to him with his wet tongue on your chest, licking and suckling bruises into your skin.
“Can’t fucking believe you’re all mine,” he moans into your skin, sinking his teeth into the lace and pulling it away from your breast, only to let it snap back into place. “After all these years of running from me, finally, you’re here.”
A jolt runs through your frame as you take in his words; they sound way too specific to your situation. To hide your shock, you moan his name and play with the hair at the nape of his neck.
“Jimin, I—“
“I love you, so much,” Jimin interrupts you as he starts to undo your bra, his eyes bright and lips swollen. To you he looks exactly the same as five minutes ago, you really can’t tell if he’s acting or not. He didn’t But he must be acting— this is a scene, and there’s no way he’s actually in love with you… right?
“I love you too,” you whisper back as your breasts are bared to the camera and to Jimin’s reverent gaze. He takes them in his hands, one nipple in his mouth as he sucks on it, occasionally flicking it with his tongue.
“On the bed, baby. Let me love you like you deserve tonight.” Jimin helps you to lie down on the white canopy bed, and the camera shifts to take in an overhead shot of you on your back as Jimin positions himself between your legs.
From anyone else those lines would have sounded cheesy. Heck, if you knew they were scripted, you would have been struggling not to cringe right then and there. But somehow, knowing that Park Jimin is just throwing himself fully into his character, that he’s fully present with you in this scene makes it hyper realistic, such that if not for the cameras around you, you’d have trouble differentiating between real and reel.
Jimin starts from your bare breasts, kissing his way down your stomach till he reaches the tops of your thighs. This is a Jimin you’ve never seen before. He is soft, loving and looks as if he is content to spend the rest of his life between your thighs worshipping you.
“Wet already? And I haven’t even done much yet,” he smirks as he notices the wet spot on your panties, rubbing his thumb into it so that you can feel your own stickiness on your skin. The camera zooms in to capture the evidence of your arousal, and Jimin slowly starts to peel your panties off, his other hand on your inner thigh, spreading your legs for him as he sucks another bruise into your skin. “Gonna mark you and make you nice and pretty for me, hmmm?”
He spreads you with his thick fingers, examining your most intimate places with a reverent gaze that makes your cheeks heat up. Jimin glances at your reaction with a tiny little chuckle at how cute you are, then he teases you with little licks at your clit that have you mewling and whining under his touch.
“You just need your pussy to be eaten out real good, right baby? No one eats this pussy better than me. Tell me.” Jimin pauses with his lips shining from your arousal.
Being far too used to the dominant side of him, seeing needy little Jimin who aches for your praise nearly makes you cum all over his tongue right away.
“J-Jimin, you’re the only man who can eat me so good,” you weave your fingers into his hair, pulling him closer as you beg for his tongue once more. “Please baby, I- I want to cum. Want your cock now.”
“Begging already?” He grins as he buries his face into your pussy, lewd little sucking sounds emanating as he tastes you from the inside out, tongue delving deep into your folds and spreading you apart for him. “My greedy girl. You’re so sweet, look at this pussy. Dripping so much, and it’s all for me. Can you cum like this for me first?”
Your hips are starting to arch off the bed with every lick and suck he gives you. Park Jimin truly is number one at pussy eating, and to have him praising you like this, calling you his while in between your thighs elicits a flutter in your stomach, a racing of your heart that you can’t seem to control. Jimin allows your hips to move freely, grinding into his face as you ride his tongue to your orgasm, thighs trembling and his name spilling from your lips as he licks every inch of your pussy.
“Jimin.” You whine needily and stretch out your arms for him, and Jimin chuckles as he crawls up the bed to meet your lips with his. You can taste yourself on his lips, but it doesn’t throw you off in the least as your tongues clash and moans spill from the both of you.
“Tell me I did well. Tell me how good I made you feel,” Jimin whispers against your neck.
Your legs come up to circle his waist, cradling him intimately into your centre, and you can feel his hard cock rub against you. “So, so good, you made me feel so good baby,” your chest heaves as your arch your body into his. “The only man who can make me feel like that.”
Jimin shifts back onto his knees to admire how fucked out you already look, hair spilling over the pillow and cheeks all flushed, lips swollen from his kisses. He places his hands behind your knees, pushing your thighs back to your chest to further expose your swollen pussy lips and your dripping center to him.
“Fuck, you look so fucking pretty like this,” Jimin caresses the lace garter on your thighs. “All spread out and dripping for me. Say what you want and I’ll give it to you, princess.”
His thumb caresses your clit lightly, and your thighs twitch, a whine spilling from your lips. “Your cock. I want your cock. Fuck me, please.”
“Such a sweet but dirty little mouth,” Jimin grins, satisfied as he reaches down to kiss you again, one hand on his cock and brushing his head against your lips. You can feel his sticky precum spread all over you as he thrusts forward with his fluid hips.
The first stretch of his cock makes you arch your back, and Jimin presses your thighs to your chest further, feeling you tighten around him. He continues to work his cock into your soaked depths, praising you for how tight and good you feel around him as he finally bottoms out. His lips are brushing against your collarbone as his cock grinds against your cervix, but the pain is a welcome one.
You brush a few strands of sweat soaked hair out of his eyes, watching his expression as he closes his eyes and withdraws from your clenching pussy. Today Jimin seems to be closer to the edge than usual even though you didn’t even suck him off, and he seems to be trying his best not to blow his load right now as he delivers hard thrusts into your pussy. He flashes you a shy little grin that makes your stomach flip as your eyes meet, and as you purse your lips to give him a tiny little kiss at the corner of his mouth, that’s when you realise it— you are actually in love with Park Jimin.
Somehow, somewhere along the lines, you stopped acting. Maybe it was never an act all along. But what about Jimin?
“So tight, so pretty, so wet for me,” Jimin grunts into your neck as his hips speed up, cock battering your pussy as you feel yourself dripping all around him, wetness coating his balls and his base. “I can’t wait to start a family with you. Like this. Just the two of us.”
The talk of starting a family once again reminds you that this is a shoot where you’re supposed to be newlyweds.
“Give it to me,” you stroke his cheek with your thumb, smiling up at him gently as he presses your thighs to your chest, grunting with the effort of fucking into you with his cock. “Want your baby.”
As you lock eyes with him, you realise that Jimin isn’t acting either. Unlike the previous shoots where the transition from his offscreen to onscreen persona was painfully obvious, this time Jimin’s face isn’t the cold mask he puts on during shoots. Park Jimin wears all his emotions on his face— and all this while you thought he was a heartless, cold bastard.
Then, it becomes painfully clear to you why he didn’t write any lines for the two of you, simply because they aren’t needed. This intimate gaze between the two of you says it all, and it conveys more than what a few lines ever could. You raise your head to meet his lips again, and the feeling of his cock thrusting in and out of your pussy slowly, his lips against yours and his tongue licking your bottom lip tenderly makes you feel as if you are really lovers.
“I can’t hold it much longer,” Jimin admits, pushing himself onto his knees and letting your legs stretch out to rest on his shoulders. From this here he can see every inch of your beautiful body, breasts bouncing with every thrust of his, and the way your pussy takes his cock so well.
“Cum for me?” You reach down to brush your fingers across his firm abdomen, walls starting to clench around his cock as Jimin circles his thumb around your clit. “Please?”
At the sound of your sweet begging, Jimin decides to throw all caution to the wind and chase his orgasm just how he’s dying to— pounding into your wet cunt with his cock and feeling you clench around him; your little whines and moans egging him on. A few more thrusts inside your warmth and he buries himself as deep as he can go, throwing his head back and exposing his pretty throat as he cums inside you.
The warmth of his cum seeps into your pussy as he fills you up to the brim, even more than he’s ever cum before. Even after he’s done spurting into your depths, Jimin continues to thrust lazily, fucking his cum deeper into you and chasing your lips with his. When his cock has softened too much for him to keep going, he pulls out and positions himself in between your thighs.
“You didn’t cum yet did you baby?”
“N-no, not yet, oh! Jimin, what are you—“ Even though this isn’t the first Jimin eats his cum from your used pussy, it never fails to bring a blush onto your cheeks, watching him slurp and kiss your lower lips messily with his semen all over his chin.
But he licks it all up like it’s the rarest delicacy in the entire world.
You’re so absorbed by his endearing little grin as he licks his plush lips that you almost don’t hear the director call cut.
“Park, _____, this may be your best work yet!” He is starstruck, eyes shining with admiration as he clasps his hands to his chest. “I could really feel all the emotion, for a moment I really believed that you were lovers! Well done, both of you. It’d be my pleasure to work with you again!”
You call out a thanks to the director as you start to get up from the bed, closing your thighs. But Jimin has his arms around your waist and stops you from getting up, pulling you closer into his side. Now, you feel as if it’s time to address the elephant in the room. There was a definite chemistry sparking in between the two of you just now, you’d be a fool to deny it.
“Jimin…”
“Shhh, just a while more. I’m tired.” Jimin whines, pressing a kiss to your lips to quiet you, and his casual yet intimate gesture despite the cameras being off only makes you melt even more. There is a comfortable silence between you for a moment.
“You weren’t acting just now, were you?” You reach out to pinch his cheek, and he grins shamelessly. “You wrote this last scene on purpose. Trying something new my ass.”
“Am I that obvious?” Jimin’s eyes light up with mischief. “But it wasn’t to annoy you this time. I just knew you’d fall in love with me once I made love to you.”
You place a hand on his chest and push him away slightly. “Excuse me? In love? Getting cocky now aren’t we, Mr Park?”
Jimin doesn’t deny it as he buries his face into your neck, giggling. “Stop or I’ll get hard again.”
“You get hard by hearing me call you Mr Park?”
“Can we role-play Fifty Shades next?” Jimin asks. “I think I have a kink for Mr Park. I always wanted to be a rich CEO. Can I gag you with my tie?”
“You kinky bastard,” you mutter under your breath even as a smile tugs at your lips. “But wait. Our contract is over.”
Jimin hums in thought as he kisses your shoulder. “I thought we could enter a different contract this time.”
“Different? Like how?”
“A more personal one, with no scripts involved. Still exclusive, though,” Jimin is grinning, the sneaky little punk.
“Oh really? What exactly does this contract entail?”
Jimin pretends to think for a while before he answers. “Roleplaying Fifty Shades with me, for one. I was thinking we could do a professor student one too. Oh and also, a nursemaid one. And last but not least... go on a date with me.”
He’s so sneaky that it makes you laugh. “Signed, sealed and delivered. But just so you know, I’m fucking your ass this time.”
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Review Response, Destiny #041
... Huh. ... Just ONE day after updating... 10. ... For the first time since May 2016...
Well then, I guess it’s time to make a review response. Even though the system has changed... 10. I’ll just cover whatever’s left on the 24th.
... Let’s see if this chapter also does what hasn’t been done since May 2016, which is NOT drag the average down (current story average: 12.34).
1) That end to the chapter though was not what I was expecting but it was very interesting, that deltarune hint thought
I will admit, this confused me greatly. I was like “WHAT Deltarune hint?!” So I read over the entire chapter like 3 times, scanning to see if my sleep-deprived, delirious self put in Deltarune references without me knowing. I put in quite a few game quotes this chapter, but not Deltarune. And upon not spotting any, I looked through all the Deltarune posts that I made, because I wondered if I forgot the events of that game so I couldn’t recognize the references.
And THEN I saw...
... Ah. THAT hint. ... Yeah. Hehehe... I decided to have Crystal shredded by the 10% Zygarde formes like... a year ago? And I just had to play Deltarune before that chapter occurred. Heh. I was also expecting people to ask about that but I guess either no one cared or thought I was joking.
2) WoW this was really cool
So Crystal died and did gold die too?
Thats an... interesting way to break up A pairing you didn’t care for anymore.
Looking forward to the next one
Eh, I didn’t kill Gold and Crystal to break up a pairing I didn’t care for anymore. I had Crystal killed because she has never died in any of my stories yet... as far as I know. Thus Crystal was killed. The brutality of it... ehn. Why not. I was originally going to have her actually torn apart but... that felt like a little much. For now.
And as for Gold, it seemed like the logical result, upon seeing Crystal getting pretty much eviscerated like that. Given his personality, upon seeing someone he really cared about getting killed like that, chances are, he would snap and charge towards the enemy. But hey, because of that, Emerald doesn’t die. Gold saved his life, in a sense, by beating him to the reckless charge that killed himself.
3) R.I.P. Johto. I mean people could just evacuate Kalos and have Groudon Hiroshima the place. Or even without the evacuating part. But I guess that wouldn't be interesting. Also, couldn't Latias/Latios just fly to Dex Holders to warn them, like without Ruby and Sapphire? Eh I guess there's some ulterior motives going on here.
A pleasure to read as usual, keep up the good work.
Hehe. Evacuate Kalos and then have all three Primals obliterate the whole region. “Zygarde cells are hiding all around this region? Let it burn.” Primal Groudon glasses a third of the region, Primal Kyogre floods another third, and Primal Rayquaza bombards the remaining third with raining meteors.
Yes, Latias or Latios could’ve flown over to Emerald and warn him while the other looks over Ruby and Sapphire. But they wouldn’t have really had the reason to do that. Like, they wouldn’t know whether the Dex Holders were struggling or not against Zygarde. And given their (offscreen) conversation with Emerald, they would’ve heard the plan of action and figured the Dex Holders would’ve been fine.
4) C'THUN! C'THUUUN! C'THUUUUUUUUUUN!
Heh. That minion only ever says ONE thing. ... And then it dies. I miss C’thun decks. Even if I have to draw 25 cards first on average to draw that f*cking thing. Part of the reason why I put in so many C’thun quotes into Zygarde. Flee... screaming.
5) 1st: YAY AN UPDATE!
2nd: DAMN IT DID YOU REALLY HAVE TO KILL GOLD?! HE WAS ONE OF MY FAVORITES (ASIDES FROM GREEN WHO IS ALREADY DEAD!)
Yep! Update! For the first time since July! ... And... heh. I’ve heard THAT before back in SA when I killed Gold there.
6) You had to kill them...
Crystal, yes. Gold, ... cause and effect. I’m kind of trying to kill the Dex Holders who have yet to die in my stories, who are NOT protected by plot-immortality.
7) Oof rip all the Johto dexholders, I have a feeling I know what the solution Latios and Latias were talking about is and now that's zygarde is 100% is there really any chance for a happy ending?
Happy ending? Sure. ... For some of the Dex Holders, anyways. Heh. This is like a branching path. Like those games that have multiple endings depending on what you did. The good ending: everyone lives from this point on. The neutral ending: ... probably what’s going to happen. The bad ending: ... f*cking everyone dies.
8) Lots of action this chapter! I loved it, bit i was still sad. Dang that super zygarde is bad news, and what happened to the mega hunter? The cliffhanger is going to kill me!
The johto trio is now completely wiped out . I get the feeling that ruby and sapphire are going to die because of what was said between latios and latios.
No mention of soneone from the sinnoh trio dying but i doubt you’ll let them remain untouched. Finally im almost certain that either black or white (or both) will die since thats your favorite duo to torture.
While I said that I probably wouldn’t update Destiny again this year... given, well... 10, I probably will. IF the average gets raised by this chapter... then I might even update before December. So you won’t have to wait too long! ... Maybe!
The fates of Ruby and Sapphire have been set long before Destiny itself has existed. In fact, their fates were an idea that had been lingering since the days of SA.
Ah, do I want to kill the Sinnoh Dex Holders? Or Black and White again? In Destiny, there are 3 types of Dex Holders: those who are guaranteed to survive due to plot, those who are guaranteed to die due to plot, or neither. Obviously, the first two are set, but those that fall in the third category, like Gold, I can just... toss away in the final battle. Now, where do the Sinnoh and Unova cast fit in? ... That is the question, isn’t it?
9) Oh there's the Complete Zygarde! I was wondering when it would show up and RIP Gold and Crys. Though I guess it wouldn't be surprising if it ended in a way where Red and Blue were the only survivors (and maybe Dia and Platinum). Loved it as always and can't wait to see the next chapter and what the Mega Hunter will do now that he's slowly breaking free~!
The 100% Zygarde that had been planned since the game’s reveal WAY back has finally appeared! Hell, it’s about time. Heh. Spare only Red and Blue? What is this, that show that I used to watch back in Korea when I was like 6? Everyone died in the finale except for the first three characters. ... But I already killed one of the first three, didn’t I? ... Whoops.
10) Gah, my heart. My poor babies TT
Poor Crystal. Just like Sapphire in our collaboration chapter, she was jumped by a pack of wolf-like things. But Sapphire had the plot-immortality and brute strength to survive. Crystal... did not. Thus Crystal gets her neck broken, arms and one leg broken and almost torn off, and even got her heart physically shredded... ouch.
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Capraa ??????
@persephoneanmystery
(I know we discussed this troll over IM but I am still filled with misery thinking about him. Get ready for some sadtroll times.)
I was prepared for him, I have already read him, and yet reading him again has filled me with new DESPAIR….
Universe: Beforus!
Name: Capraa ??????
“Capraa” is just “Capra” with an A tacked on. The goat, Capra aegagrus, was one of the first domesticated animals, linking to the Bronze affinity with animals and also his… unfortunate association with them. [Also a very… very minor reference to Dark Soul’s Capra Demon, of which I based a little visual inspiration off of] When asked for a surname he gives “Castan”, but that’s because he can no longer remember his own.
Age: Roughly 7 Sweeps
Theme/Story: Capraa is a troll who’s in so over his head that he’s drowned and floated back to the surface. Originally a bright, intelligent troll, and a master of animal behavior and study, his talents were taken advantage of by his superior, whom he blindly followed. She took all of his connections and spun them into something that played by her rules. She took his name, his memory, and any way of contacting the outside world. Now, he’s some kind of lusus-troll hybrid, and he can’t seem to tear himself away.
Strife Specibus: Clawkind, Hoofkind
Capraa was never much of a fighter in the first place, but after his transformations, he can’t really wield conventional weapons anyways, so he uses his new natural weapons to defend himself from training drones and angry mobs alike.
Don’t forget hornkind. That’s one of the main tools of the goat, after all.
Fetch Modus: Lycanthropy
Capraa originally had some other kind of Modus, but he doesn’t remember what it was. In fact, he has a hard time remember ANYTHING about what he had before having this one. His superior designed it and gave it to him as a gift. Each item has a lunar phase it starts in, and he can only pull them out when they’ve turned on the Full Moon. Too early or too late and, nothing.
Blood color: Bronze
Capraa is the definition of a Bronzeblood who craves stability. He craves it to the point where he’ll settle for a ground filled with glass as long as it doesn’t move. Back before everything fell atop of him, he was very much a classic Bronzeblood- he keeps little trinkets of his previous life all around him, but he cannot remember anymore what they mean, only that he must protect them with his life.
God… him surrounded by all these literal connections to the past that he quite literally is being Forced to deny because he can’t remember them… what a page of blood.
Symbol and meaning: Absolutely Ironic,
TAURCER, THE CHERISHED
Trolltag: [TT] tacitTherianthrope
“Tacit” is a word meaning “implied or unspoken” but is most often used in the phrase “tacit approval”, an ironic adjective for someone who’s been experimented on past the point of humanity. Perhaps obviously, “Therianthrope” is “someone who turns into an animal”, a catchall for all animal based shapeshifters. The connection is obvious. Crypha knew what she was doing.
Quirk: hrrrrrrrrrrrr…. It’s hard for Capra to communicate without vocalizing some kind of grrrr…. Growls or howls into his speech. When he gets ANGRY, he’ll BARK certain WORDS almost at random GRRRRRRR
This is so good… and I want to help him.
Special Abilities (if any): As the premier (and only surviving) experiment of Crypha’s into the nature of Lusus/Troll bonding, Capraa’s entire limbs have been replaced with those of his lusus. He possesses the claws and hooves of his former mammalian custodian. In addition, she took the horns from his lusus and grafted them onto his head, giving him two pairs of horns that weight down his head.
Capraa used to have a Bronze-related power to soothe even the most savage beasts, which he could channel through his voice. Now, even being in the same room as an animal or lusus causes them to go absolutely berserk, threatening to tear him to shreds if he draws closer. He hasn’t tried to weaponize this, mostly because it terrifies him,
In dubious terms of “ability”, Capraa’s been fitted with more of Crypha’s control spores than anyone else. Who even knows what they’re programmed to do, but will most likely kill him shortly after activating them.
Goddd I want to help him!! I want to make him happy.
Lusus: A odd wolf-goat hybrid that Capraa lovingly called “his favorite shepherd”, his lusus was murdered and experimented on, before being welded into and onto him in various horrific ways. Sometimes he thinks he can hear its voice in his pulse, warning him to run, run, run! The wolves have all fled this blasted land!
Listen to your lusus, Capraa. I love the idea that he gets a kind of Dream Jadequerelsprite protectiveness… Lesser, obviously, since the lusus is just a tiny little voice, but still… precedent!
Interests: Veterinary Science and Medicine, Animal Psychology, The Coevolution of Lusii and Trolls, Not Being A Disappointment, Really Rare Meat, New and Exciting Forms of Compartmentalization
Appearance: Capraa’s seen better days. His eyes are starting to turn into… something else. He doesn’t have a mirror to check, but he can feel them start to be uncomfortable in his skull. His hair has been shaved, giving his dead, faraway eyes some context. The four horns on his head affect his posture, causing him to lower his head at all times. He hides the limbs that are now his own but should not be beneath a giant, white hospital gown that is his uniform. The Sign of the Cherished -a symbol he cannot remember- hangs painted on a piece of wood hung loosely around his neck, as much a punishment as it is a identity.
Since he’s got some lusus in him and the capra demon has a white head, I might put some patches of white starting to form on him as well… We’ll see. He’s going to be great fun to sprite.
Personality: Capraa’s never been the type to deal with other people well. He makes awkward jokes, he doesn’t remember birthdays, he’s a hellspawn created by mad science. Even before all the trauma, Capraa had always preferred animals to people. He desperately wants friends, but animals always seemed to respond better to him. Less fiddly bits to get in the way of his raw friendliness. He’s always been a bit of a space-case, able to put disparate thoughts together in ways that didn’t make sense at first but suddenly jump out as obvious once he voices them. A genuine prodigy in his field, he’s always found it hard to communicate what he understands in ways that other people find reasonable or manageable. He’s always worked on what feels right as opposed to what is good protocol or what is legal and safe, so while he was good at what he did, nobody ever wanted to rely on him for it. Now, nobody can rely on him now.
He has a bad habit of being timid to a fault, and he doesn’t like loud noises or people getting angry, so he’s always apologizing for something. He tends to gravitate towards people with stronger personalities than him, subconsciously seeking a kind of confidence he doesn’t have. All this ever gets him is another set of insecurities.
My boy you were so set up for pain and you got the Worst imaginable dose of it.
Title: Page of Blood
Active Classes That Remain: Maid, Witch, Thief,
Passive Classes That Remain: Sylph, Page
Capraa’s a long suffering Blood player who’s had all the energy he had to make bonds absolutely obliterated. He clings to the rules presented to him under the delusion that this will make the people above him happy, and therefore will make them like him, and be his friend and equal. This will not happen. Capraa’s the kind of person to overburden himself in order to take the burden off of others- even if that burden he believes he is taking is imaginary, a kind of Breath inversion.
As a Page, Capraa just kind of… sucks at all of this. He’s unreliable, he doesn’t understand social cues very well, and he ends up having people with related Aspects go on and exploit his right out from under him! Pages end up often being the playthings of people they think are their friends, and Capraa is no exception. [In fact, he’s quite like another Bronze Page with a Cerulean troll above him….]
Perhaps some time in the future he could grow a backbone, learn some social skills, and actually use that animal magnetism for something productive for once. That, of course, would involve him being able to not scare anyone and anything just by existing, but… details.
I’m sure once he gets grounded in his session he can get himself better established and create a better web of connections… I like the idea of him advancing and developing as a page and when he finally god tiers just. Fucking Crypha up. I know we’ve discussed it, but… him exploiting his bond with Crypha in order to fool her. She’s so used to him being submissive that he just has to act the part and then take a stab at her. But also him forging new friendships with others and then passively using those bonds to give himself confidence to stand up for himself and take back control of his life…
Land: The Land of Rose Quartz and Mazes
Capraa’s hooves click as they land on a land of bleached stone. At the surface, there is nothing but the baking sun. Before him lies a crack in the rock that leads further down into darkness. He looks around, but there is nobody to tell him to move on. The sun beating down on him eventually becomes unbearable and he reluctantly moves, hoof in front of the other, down into the cool darkness of the earth.
Capraa’s land is one gigantic, planet sized maze. Dead ends hold cities filled with disparate factions, all looking to discover the secrets held at the maze’s center:The Denizen and its horde. It’s not going to be easy, and it’s going to take every ounce of diplomacy he can squeeze out of his personality to make it there, but he thinks -just maybe- he could do it.
The eyes of a beast were made for the dark, after all.
Your planets are always so gooood.
Dream Planet: Prospit
Capraa is a quintessential Prospit dreamer- he was energetic, emotional, and perceptive, and knew how to conform and adapt to conflicting rulesets without missing a beat. It was these traits that led him to being taken advantage of, but they are also the traits that have kept him alive. He is the perfect Igor, the perfect Henchman. If Master wills it to be so, Capraa can contort himself into whatever they demand.
Design:
Oh man, I had to play some troll anatomy jenga here. I lowered the head to emphasize the arch of the back just enough to make things look uncomfortable and slouched while also extending the body to make up for the lost length… Hope it worked, haha.
Horns: Obviously I based them on his sign and then on the wild goat’s horns.
Eyes: I tilted them and made them sharp like wolf eyes, but gave the eyes goat-like pupils. I also had the white areas I mentioned extend upwards to the head, trying to just vaguely reference the headshape of the capra demon.
Mouth: I gave him both some underbite teeth and some overbite teeth, because I wanted both wolf and goat elements in there.
Outfit: I just wanted his outfit to be relatively plain and simple, so I kept the design elements to a minimum, but I Did put some vague wood hints on the sign.
Legs: I’ve gotta admit, I referenced Aurthour here.
GOD I love this poor, unfortunate man…
-CD
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I was debating whether I should post this here but i decided that I would because more than anything I want to be able to remember this experience and for those who continue to read this post, maybe it can provide them with more insight on how things operate at Kpop concerts. also, I hope this post can provide some laughter and that whoever reads it, will fall in love with vixx even more because heck I sure did <3
warning: the following blurbs you are about to read contains many many grammatical error and may not even make sense because I wrote it after the concert at around 2am in an attempt to remember everything so please bear with me OTL I also didn't go into too much detail about the format and setlist because I mainly wanted to remember the things VIXX did and their cute interactions with one another. enjoy!
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Rehearsal
They came out in their casual clothes and omg they looked so freaking fluffy!!! And can I just say that they have such amazing skin like holy they didn’t have makeup on but they still looked pretty and glowy and flawless like how? Hongbin was in this navy long zip hoodie and a plain white shirt paired with blacked jeans? Damn he looked so good in such a simple outfit! Poor bb looked so sleepy though :( hyukkie omg I feel bad because I don’t remember exactly what he was wearing but I think he was wearing a white shirt as well? I was too focused on him being adorable and teasing Leo haha so they performed 2 songs during rehearsal - good night and good morning as well as dynamite and during dynamite hyuk playfully tapped Leo’s cap xD so yeah Leo was wearing a baseball cap with Chicago on it? And his outfit was mostly white, I would say his was the most laid back for sure! Ravi was in a black tee and black pants and a black beanie as well (all black lol) i am sad to say that Ravi looked tired as well and didn’t smile much but he still killed his rap parts though! Next is hakyeon! That boy was dressed up looking chic as hell! He was also in an all black outfit but he had a leather? jacket on and black skinny jeans. He looked like he was in a good mood because he smiled quite often and said some things to the audience. Last but definitely not least is jaehwan. He was in a black hoodie which this scary picture of a doll on it lol as well as black jeans. He was sooo freaking smiley and there were times where he kinda bounced around on stage? He waved a lot to the audience and when rehearsal was over he was the last to leave the stage ^_^
Actual concert
this was such a blur! I was so sad we were only allowed to record 3 songs so I don’t even have a video for on and on (which is my fave song). But they all killed it! 100% killlllled it and they sound just as good live as they do on their CDs, no joke. since Im a hongbin stan I glued my eyes to him the majority of the time but seriously when it comes to dancing, hakyeon draws so much attention. Just the way he effortlessly moves and theres just so much passion when he dances. I couldn’t help but stare *_* jaehwan dances with a lot of power and confidence and he might not be the main dancer but I still think he did an amazing job! hyuk when he dances he’s freaking MANhyuk! he also has a lot of power when he dances like I don’t know how to explain it like his moves are just so intricate? hongbin my precious bean sweated so much LOL it was to the point that he grabbed a towel every chance he got and turned away from the crowd to wipe it xD I could tell he was super focused when dancing and damn he moves fast like one sec he was on the left side of the stage and then the next he was already on the floor on the right side of the stage! Judging by the amount of sweat and how he kept wiping his upper lip cuz of the sweat, he really worked hard <3 (he also freaking did a lip lick thing that drove me into a frenzy ugh) during to us, all the fans held up a banner and just enjoyed the song together. it was such a good feeling, to have so many starlights in one room and have vixx right in front of us ;;;;
Apart from the songs they also did this interactive-ish thing with us! Like prior to going into the concert we were allowed to write something we would like them to do on a sticky (ex. Jaehwan please do aegyo) etc and so hyuk designated himself to be the “MC” and how it worked was that each member would choose one of the stickies for the member on their right. Leo chose first and he chose one for jaehwan and what he had to do was sing a part from his musical. He did so without using his mic and at that moment I knew exactly what an angel sounded like *_* everyone in the crowd was in awe that I think we cheered too early because it looked like jaehwan wanted to continue still but stopped and clapped and then went back to his seat. Hakyeon even pointed out that the crowd was just waiting to scream because we went from “ahhhhh” to “WOOOOOODFGDFGDFGD” real quick haha next jaehwan chose a sticky for hakyeon! He took his time choosing and hakyeon actually got off his seat and went up to jaehwan (I guess to make sure he isn’t choosing something too difficult for hakyeon to do lol) and while jaehwan was choosing he beatboxed a little which drove us insane <3 hyuk said somethings like “oh choose for your love N, you bro N, your mother father N” XDD jaehwan finally chose one which was also for hakyeon to perform a song from his upcoming musical? I wasn’t too sure if it was from a musical because the translator there sucked lol hakyeon said he had to prep because he doesn’t rmr some lines but in the end he sang beautifully like he never ceases to amaze me with his voice that is just so suitable for ballads & lullabies yenno he kept going until hyuk had to intervene and tell him to stop he still kept going and it got crazy when ken started singing as well haha such cuties!! Anyway so next hakyeon chose for hongbin and omgosh I saw my sticky and was really hoping hakyeon would choose it but he didn’t OTL i wrote it for hongbin, asking if he could sing a ballad because precious bb has a lovely voice and deserves to sing more! In the end hakyeon chose one in which hongbin had to do aegyo and boy did he struggle! The first time he did it it was pretty quick but still adorable nonetheless because his voice went all high pitched eeee so hyuk actually made him do it a second time and it was slightly longer and his voice went from high back to his usual lowish voice cuz he got so embarrassed.. hongbin said something and the translator said hongbin was sad because starlights didn’t understand his true feelings TT I guess he really didn’t want to do aegyo :( hongbin chose for Ravi and my Rabin feels were reignited because hongbin took two stickies and allowed Ravi to choose one! Ravi chose to also do aegyo I think? And he ended up doing the “oppa song”??? some cute music played and Ravi had to do aegyo to it but it seems like he was prepared and did it without hesitating that even the members joked and commented that he was really good at it LOL our Ravi may be the badass rapper and has tats to prove it....but he is too cute when he wants to be :3
Somewhere in there Ravi had to do an eye battle with hakyeon and lol hakyeon was so pumped and ready, being so confident he was gonna win and had that smug look on his face while provoking ravi by playfully hitting him on the chest. In the end hakyeon did win (but I feel like thats because he purposely made Ravi blink HAHA). Ravi chose for hyuk and hyuk had to dance to chained up double speed! That of course was too easy so it got ramped up to triple speed and I think later to quadruple speed?? Triple/quadruple speed was hella fast and hyuk was moving so fast that by the end of it he was so exhausted and joked that he can never do a concert again! He looked a bit frazzled afterwards so ken was like are you ok??? Oh yeah and we somehow got ken to do triple/quadruple speed as well but he didn’t even try to go super fast because srsly it’s killer! Hyuk was still recovering so Leo asked if he could chose his own and hyuk let him. Leo chose to perform a bit of whisper with Ravi!!!!! It was just the chorus but they did a bit of the chore and leo sang without the music and Ravi rapped without the music as well *_* because leo cheated by basically making it into a joint mission with Ravi, hyuk later chose another sticky for leo LOL this required leo to write each of the members name with his belly button xD poor leo didn’t want to do it at all and kept saying its weird!! He struggled so much and actually did his signature collapse onto the floor dying from embarrassment HAHA he managed to complete it but he did so by moving his entire body across he stage like he sat right next to hyuk on the right side but by the end of it he was all the way to the left side standing right in front of Ravi haha ken and hyuk demonstrated that you don’t have to move ur entire body but just your upper body xD then they wrapped up that segment and performed some more songs! after the final song when they were bowing and exiting the stage, ken did not want to leave and kept waving and blowing kisses ahhh those bbkins <333 hongbin legit had to come out, and drag him off the stage LOL then hongbin popped back out and did a heart with his hands ahhhh
I also just wanted to note that jaehwan was just a ball of sunshine throughout the entire concert. He constantly waved enthusiastically and smiled his puppy smile. he was just so playful and when fans shouted I love you to him he would immediately say I love you too back and jokingly act like yeah the fans love me most XD jaehwan definitely climbed up my bias list after this and I’m just so glad I got to witness his playful humorous side in real life. it made me think back to vixx’s reality shows and how the members always mention that theyre thankful for ken because ken jokes around and does his best to lighten up the mood after a stressful day ;A; Hyuk also made such a big effort speaking English to us and although it was just short sentences, I was still extremely proud of him and thankful that he made that effort <3 hakyeon too said a lot of sweet things to us and his humble self kept thanking us when really we should be thanking him for gracing us with his presence!!!!! Leo kept his cool demeanour for the majority of the concert, It wasn’t until the very last few songs where they came out not in their usual stage outfits that I saw leo being extra smiley and literally jumping and spinning on stage XD he went right next to jaehwan and started jumping with him (KEO IS REAL OK) hakyeon also made sure to go left to right and say bye to the fans and wave! Same with jaehwan hehe hongbin was mainly on the opposite side of me and oh how I wish he was on my side more during the last few songs!
I noticed that jaehwan was the most popular here like so many people I met that day were jaehwan stans hehe Ravi was also really popular and hakyeon too! Whenever hongbin sang I screamed extra hard because I really want him to feel just as loved and appreciated and same goes for hyuk too because those two have so much to offer!
Photo Op
I was such a nervous wreck LOL my friends and I were all strategizing a plan, trying to make sure we’d end up in front of our biases. it was 15 people per group so when it was our group’s turn I legit blanked out and just tried to navigate towards hongbin. So the order was N, Hyuk, Hongbin, Ravi, Ken, and Leo. I stepped onto the stage and was immediately greeted by N’s smiling face and wave. I waved back automatically and seriously couldn’t do anything but wave Lol i was way too stunned by his 6 foot beauty and that small eye contact! *_* I ended up somewhat in front of hongbin but like on the floor and not on a seat but its okay! The photo op was super quick like they took 2 pics and that was only like 20 seconds! the staff rushed us and kept telling us to move move move -.- As we got up to leave I quickly turned back and looked at hongbin and told him I love you ahhhh he looked at me and smiled and waved and that was all I needed to turn into a big pile of mush ffghfghfghf *_* I think I was able to catch eye contact with jaehwan after and I tried to say bye to leo but failed LOL as I got off the stage I still couldn’t believe I was able to muster up the courage to say something to hongbin eeeep! Oh and vixx is known to be giants right so I was expecting them to tower over me because I’m only 5’4…but up close they weren’t as tall as I expected. yeah they were impressive in height but not what I imagined I guess xD But yeah the photo op went by so quickly and I’m praying to god I look somewhat descent in the pictures they took lol rip
Im so sad that the concerts over and you bet I’m going to suffer from PCD for the next few weeks T_T but I’m just so thankful to have been able to experience this and to finally see them live! all the while meeting some pretty awesome people along the way! It was definitely a memorable concert that I hope to remember many years from now :)
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DEATH CITY DAYS CHAPTER 117
Duncan: *approaches the library desk* "..." *rings the bell--*
Poe: "EEEEEK!" *falls back*
Duncan: "..." *drops a pile of books* "Isn't there usually another librarian here?"
rowena: she's currently out on a mission.
Poe: "S-She's on a mission?" *picks himself up*
Duncan: "..."
*the books seem to be about weapon abilities...*
Poe: *flipping through the books, and as he scans one--*
Duncan: *spots an image of something called the Holy Sword* "What is--"
rowena: isnt that-
hiro: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! *KICKS THE BOOK INTO A WALL*
Duncan: "?!! I was reading that--"
Poe: "THAT IS DAMAGING LIBRARY PROPERTY!"
rowena: 0____0
hiro: trust me, the less known about that-...that THING...the better!
Duncan: "..." *wipes his eyes*
EF: *enters, panting* h-hiro..h-how do you even run that fast?
hiro: sixth sense.
Poe: "Oh, that's fascinating! Look, Rowena--psychic abilities..."
Duncan: *grabs the books, hugging them close as he walks away*
EF: *notices him* ??
rowena: is that true?!
hiro: only in regards to this subject.
rowena: is that so? could it be....you're a descendant of king arthur pendragon himself?!
*loud steps are heard running into the library*
rowena: hmm?
*the doors kick open--as Arthur slams his foot into Hiro's head*
EF: D8
hiro:......HOW DID YOU GET HERE ALL THE WAY FROM THE 8TH BRIGADE BASE?!
Arthur: "I AM THE KNIGHT KING--MY SPEED IS LEGENDARY!"
Poe: >3< "Shhh!"
EF:.....perhaps it's best not to question it anymore. *sweatdrop*
-elsewhere-
present mic: you guys ever think about having kids?
midnight: *SPITTAKE*
blood king: what brought this up?!
present mic: *shrug*
Aizawa: "...I already have cats and 2 morons."
midnight: oh, i could never have kids. i mean, i could, but i dont think i'd be able to look after small children. they may be cute, but they're crafty little buggers.
present mic: is it cuz your paranoid they'll get into your stash of stuff?
midnight: YOU DONT HAVE TO BE SO BLUNT ABOUT IT!! DX<
Aizawa: -_______-
*knock on the door*
blood king: ??
Shinso: *slides the door open...he's with Yuuji*
Aizawa: "Oh, there you are. Finish cleaning up?"
yuuji: yeah.
Shinso: *writes on whiteboard* <I can keep them quiet.>
yuuji: well, i've had several younger siblings during my times in foster care, so i think i can handle them well enough.
blood king: *ahem* as i myself was about to say, my sister sometimes asks me to look after her little ones. *shows a picture on his phone of two young boys and a young girl, all with the same hair color and fangs as him*
Aizawa: "..."
Shinso: <Strong family resemblance.>
blood king: they certainly are popular among my students.
{pony: SO CUUUTE!!}
{itsuka: they look just like you!}
{shouda: i wonder if their quirks will be the same as his.}
{kinoko: dude, that's rad}
yuuji: i see.
Aizawa: "You stop class to show baby photos?"
blood king: -_-; this was during homeroom.
Aizawa: "Still class."
blood king: >n<
midnight: boys, just because we're talking about children doesnt mean you should be acting like children.
Shinso: <Ha.>
-elsewhere-
Chuuya: *lying back in a beach chair* =u=
miyuri: *pokes a hole in the sand with her shovel until a crab comes out* oh!
Crab: "..." *steps to the side*
miyuri: *staring intently, with shiny eyes*
Crab: "..." *steps again to the side, picking at the sand*
sonia: *collecting rocks and shells*
*there's a shiny rock by the tide*
sonia: *picks it up*
*it sparkles like diamond under the sunlight*
sonia: *puts it into her bucket and walks over to chuuya*
Chuuya: *stretches* *looks* "Hey! How you enjoying the beach?"
sonia: pretty good. i found this.
Chuuya: "Wow, that's shiny!"
-near the rocks, the sound of a little girl crying can be heard-
miyuri: ??
sonia: do you hear that?
???: *sniffle* waaaah! mamai! w-whe-where are you? *crying*
miyuri: *goes over*
sonia: miyuri!
miyuri: *peeeeeeks*
-there's a young girl sitting on one of the rocks, her lower half not visible from where miyuri is standing-
miyuri: HI FRIEND!
girl: ?!?!?!? *turns to look*
Chuuya: "..."
sonia: are you alright? we wont hurt you, promise.
girl: um..i-i...i got lost a-and i-i cant f-find my mu-mama. *hic*
Chuuya: "Where did you last see her?"
girl: w-we were going t-to the docks b-bu-but then i got s-swept up in the current.
sonia: ?? !!! papa....her lower half....
-the girl has no legs.....but a tail?-
Chuuya: "...Forgive me being obtuse, but are you a mermaid?"
girl: *nods* i-i came with mamai for her job. sh-she trades pearls with the land people. b-but i-i dont know where she iiiis! *crying*
miyuri:...it's ok! we'll help you find your mommy!
girl: y-you will?
Chuuya: *looking around* "Maybe the docks, but that's some distance."
miyuri: miyuyu....ah! miyuri has an idea! *drawing something in the sand*
sonia: ??
-miyuri has drawn a walking bathtub full of ocean water-
miyuri: TADA!
girl: oh!!
Chuuya: ._.; "That's something alright. Let's help you in, um...What's your name?"
girl: my name's Elodie.
Chuuya: "Okay, let's help you in, Elodie."
-elsewhere-
Crona: *lying down* "..."
mami: *sitting next to them* how are you feeling?
Crona: "I feel wiped out--like every bit of energy pulled out of me."
mami: i could imagine.....im just....so glad you're alright....
Crona: *weak smile, sniffles* "I-I'm not sure what to feel."
mami: well. im hoping for the best...*pats their hand*
Crona: "Hee..."
mami:...*gently kisses their knuckles*
Crona: =\\\\= "Mami..."
mami: ^////^ your blushing is different now.
Crona: "Wh-What?!" O\\\\o
mami: *hands them a pocket mirror* the color's different now, see? it's more of a pink color now.
Crona: "... ... ..." *crying*
mami: !!!!
Crona: T~T "I-I can't believe all of this..."
mami:......*hugs*
Crona: *hugging her* "I-I am happy but scared...Mami..."
mami:....it'll be ok....its going to be ok.....
Crona: *nod nod* "*hic*"
-elsewhere-
Asher: *sitting at a fast food restaurant with a box of chicken nuggets in front of them* "..." *has been dunking one in ketchup for a minute*
izumi: hey, you ok?
Asher: "Hmm? Yeah. Why?" *the entire nugget is just ketchup now*
izumi: your nugget....
Asher: "...I was wondering why my fingers felt gross." *wipes them on a napkin* "Distracted."
izumi:...wanna talk about it or...
Asher: "...Just the training camp..."
izumi:.......
Asher: "...You could've gotten killed."
izumi:.....
Asher: "...I wasn't of any help."
izumi: that's not true, you helped zeke.
Asher: "But not to you. I don't know what exactly a weapon is supposed to do when--whatever that thing was attacked..."
izumi:......
Asher: "I don't know that I could've done anything...You seemed to reach her well enough."
izumi:....i guess so.....i could have easily just left her behind, after everything she did......
Asher: "But that's not who you are."
izumi: if i did leave then, i wouldnt have been able to forgive myself...
Asher: *nods* "That makes sense...You're a good person."
izumi: so are you.
Asher: "...Thanks."
-elsewhere-
sonia: there's the docks.
Chuuya: *guiding the bathtub* *looks around*
-a woman in the water is talking to a man in a boat, she seems frantic-
elodie: !!!! mamai!!
Elodie's Mother: "?!!" *turns* "Elodie!" *swims towards them*
miyuri: *waves*
elodie: *jumps into the water and hugs* TT~TT
Elodie's Mother: *stroking her head* "My poor baby! I was scared to death!"
miyuri: miyuri, sonia, and papa found her by the rocks and helped her find you! ^^
sonia:..........
Elodie's Mother: *shaking, looking at them* "Th-Thank you..."
miyuri: you're welcome. ^^
Chuuya: "Y-Yeah..." ("Didn't think I'd see a mermaid.")
-elsewhere-
Monica: -_-# "So, you going to rat me out to Mom and Dad?"
lorenzo: well, obviously they need to know what happened, right?
Monica: >_<# "You don't have to narc on me to them about a two-week suspension! Just make something up!"
lorenzo: hmmm. how about we break your leg?
Monica: "?!! YOU WOULDN'T! R-Right?"
lorenzo: <chill sis> im bluffing.
Monica: -~-; "Ha ha..." <Asshole.>
lorenzo: well, mom and papi are probably still at work, so you want something to eat in the meantime?
Monica: "Duh--I was stuck in the desert and then getting poked and prodded at school all day--I'm starving."
lorenzo: anything in mind? *putting on the apron*
Monica: "Whatever is fastest--even leftovers."
-elsewhere-
Saria: *texting* [i think i'm on house arrest for the next millennium. : p ]
hibiki: [ouch, that bad huh?]
Saria: [the dads were not pleased. but i think they'll calm down with time. how are u?]
hibiki: [death by lecture from the fam via phonecall #riparroni]
Saria: [oh no! i'm sorry. are u alright?]
hibiki: [it's cool. axel + zeke got a lot of shit from their mom, tho. other than that, all good]
-zeke joined the chat-
Saria: [speaking of which...]
zeke: [axel's writing his will as we speak. he wants the space jam theme played at his funeral]
hibiki: [is that meme still a thing? wtf?]
zeke: [memes R forever]
Axel: [it makes my heart soar. like that song]
hibiki: *she sends a pic of herself facepalming*
Saria: [ ^^; i see u 2 are in well enough spirits]
Axel: [i am happy not to be dead]
-elsewhere-
miura: sir? are you drunk? -_-;
Mori: *hic* "I'm so lonely!!!"
elise: sucks to be you.
Mori: TT~TT "So mean!"
miura: -_-; why not call up an escort?
Mori: *sniff* "My favorite blacklisted me."
elise: not surprised.
Mori: "I need to find an-an-another..."
miura: then why not try a dating site?
Mori: "R-Really?"
miura: it's worth a try, isnt it?
Mori: "...Elise, bring me my laptop."
-elsewhere-
higuchi: ...gin, did you feel that too?
Gin: "Oh, yeah."
higuchi: *urk*
Gin: -~- "I'll get the ginger ale."
-elsewhere-
Kid: "Stocking, come to bed--you can continue tomorrow."
stocking: just...a little....*yaaaaAAAAWWWwwn* more....
Kid: *holds her up* "It'll be here tomorrow. Let's get you some sleep."
stocking: =~=
Kid: ^^; *walks with her*
-elsewhere-
Kau'i: *crushes a soda can on his forehead* "That was insane! What the hell was that black stuff?!"
dagon: i'll start looking into it now, sir.
audrey: Q~Q i've never been so scared in my whole life!
Derek: "Quite scary indeed." *shivers* "I don't think that was what Mr. Barret was anticipating on this trip."
lumina: do you think it could have been related to the moon incident?
nisha: that's a possibility.
Kau'i: *suddenly has a giant muffin in his mouth* "Huh? What Moon thing?"
lumina: didnt you see the news? *pulls up an article*
Kau'i: *munch, chew, swallow* "I don't read the news. That's how you end up having to debate people who really think the Earth revolves around the Sun."
Derek: "..." *opens his mouth...then just shuts up*
-elsewhere-
Ragnarok: *gobbling Jell-O* "OH MY DEATH, MY TASTE BUDS ARE INCREDIBLE!!!" *shakes an empty glass* "MORE MILK!"
nurse: how much is he going to eat? .____.;;;
Blair: *hiding behind the nurse* "I don't know--and I'm really scared!" >~<
Crona: .______________.
mami: oh dear.....
Ragnarok: *staring at Crona and Mami* "...Dang, Crona, you look scrawnier from this angle!"
Crona: >_<; "It's not my fault that I had to eat for both of us all this time!"
mami: hmm. that just leaves the rooming situation...
Ragnarok: "... ... ...I don't think the bed is big enough."
mami: you're on the couch.
Ragnarok: "WHAT?! We're not even going to flip Crona for it?!"
Crona: "Flip a coin!"
Ragnarok: "You heard what I said!"
mami: *protective hug for chrona as she GLARES at ragnarok*
Ragnarok: *frowns...then opens his mouth, a giant slithering pink tongue blowing a raspberry and revealing rows of teeth*
mami: ._.;
Crona: O_O; "What the heck kind of body did they give you?!"
Ragnarok: "...The kind that lets me lick the peanut butter out of the bottom of the jar now--WOOT!"
-elsewhere-
Black Star: *holding the broken sink...as the pipe that once connected it is leaking water* O_O;
himawari: D8
tsubaki: what on earth??
Black Star: "I DON'T KNOW MY OWN STRENGTH RIGHT NOW, AND IT'S FREAKING ME OUT!" *steps forward--and his foot falls through the bathroom tile* "SHIT!"
tsubaki:....im calling stein.
Black Star: "This can't get any worse--"
*Black Star crashes through the floor*
Black Star: "AAAAAAAH--"
*BOOM*
-elsewhere-
Chuuya: *studying a string of pearls*
miyuri: *asleep*
sonia:......
Chuuya: *sets them down* "Did you have fun, Sonia?"
sonia:....*nods*.......
Chuuya: "Same. We'll have more tomorrow."
sonia:....im glad....we helped elodie find her mama......
Chuuya: "..." *nods*
sonia:.....it must be nice. being hugged by a mama....
Chuuya: "Sonia..."
sonia:....am i a bad person? for being jealous of her?
Chuuya: "No--feeling that way is completely normal. What we do with those feelings is what matters."
sonia:.....may i have a hug?
Chuuya: "Always..." *hug*
sonia: thanks papa.....
Chuuya: "You're welcome. I love you."
-elsewhere-
Harvar: "Ugh, no one here sees anything..."
kim: they seem a bit hesitant....
Jacqueline: "Give them time to get used to us..."
kim: what are we even supposed to be doing on this mission again anyway?
Harvar: "Locals and their livestock and crops have gone missing."
kim: ah.
Jacqueline: "Disappearances tend to happen overnight, so we'll need shifts to be nightguards."
ox: right.
Thunder: *yawns* =A=
-the next day-
suzune: *yaaaawn*
arisa: wakey wakey! we have a busy day today!
Chisato: *making breakfast*
suzune:.....how long have we been in kamihama now? -_-;;
Matsuri: "Quite a while, actually." *sets out a cereal bowl*
-elsewhere-
Kid: *yawns...reaches across the bed--and finds it empty* "???" *sniffs*
stocking: *looking exhausted* good morning darling. =u=
Kid: "??? Hey. Were you working again?"
stocking: yes.
Kid: ^^ *leads her to bed* "Now, lie down, and think of pleasant, happy dreams."
-elsewhere-
gin: ryuu, its time for breakfast!
Akutagawa: *grumbles*
gin: we're making omurice!
Akutagawa: "..." *walks out* "Coming."
higuchi: looks like theres going to be a night market at the park tonight.
Akutagawa: "Hmm." *nom* "You going?"
higuchi: yeah, might find some nice deals. ^^
Gin: "We could use something to make the living room look a bit more complete. Maybe a sculpture."
-elsewhere-
Black Star: *sticks out his tongue*
Stein: *looking in his mouth* "Well, it's not fuzzy..."
nurse valentine: *taking notes*
Stein: "Well, it's obviously a soul strengthening that is channeling your latent and trained muscular power to exert greater force."
Black Star: "... ...Obviously. Now put it in a way I can understand."
Stein: "Whatever has altered in the atmosphere is giving your soul more power, which is strengthening your body."
Black Star: "..." *rubs his eyes, then looks at Valentine--* "?!!!!"
nurse valentine: what he said.
Black Star: "Nah, nurse--what the hell is that stuff on you?!"
Stein: "..." *looks* "There's nothing on her."
*Black Star is seeing...something glowing around her and Stein...*
nurse valentine: what exactly do you see?
Black Star: "It's all glowy and wavy!"
nurse valentine: *glances at stein*
Stein: "I see...Your soul perception up to now has been pathetic. Now this power boost is letting you see them--"
*SPLASH*
Stein: *dripping wet* "..."
Black Star: *holding an empty glass* "...IT'S STILL THERE!"
nurse valentine: -____-;; i see his mental perception still leaves much to be desired...
Stein: "Small miracles..." *takes a surgical cloth to wipe his glasses, while looking at Black Star...he sees his soul* "But it is as I said: his power is increasing. And given what happened to Crona, I would not ignore the common cause."
nurse valentine: meaning this is related to what happened with the moon....
Stein: "A power...out of madness."
-elsewhere-
atsushi: *yaaaaaawn* -~-;;
Kyoka: "Good morning."
atsushi: i see you're already awake.
sylvia: *resting on the couch*
Kyoka: *sets out rice* "Yes. What would you like to drink?"
atsushi: some milk would be fine.
Kyoka: *nods* *walks to the fridge, looking out the window* "...Oh."
atsushi: *goes over to look*
*Dazai is setting up bricks in the yard*
atsushi: *sigh* i'll go check it out. i'll get the mail too while im down there. *exits and heads over to where dazai is* do i even want to know?
Dazai: *sets a board over the bricks* "Good morning, Atsushi! I'm making a see-saw!"
atsushi: for...?
Dazai: "The baby, of course!" *stands on one side of the board* "See? Then I add the hinge to let it swing up and down."
atsushi: i see. *examining the see-saw* points for innovation, but im not sure it's exactly....child safe. *sweatdrop*
Dazai: "Fortunately, I have determined a good way to test this." *looks up to the tree* "Okay, Kenji--let 'er rip!"
kenji: *waves*
atsushi: O____O;;;
Dazai: *readies himself*
kenji: *drops an old car onto the board*
*Dazai goes flying up--and crashes into barrels behind him*
atsushi: *wince*
Dazai: "I'm okay! ...Oh, I found a mouse--AH, GOD, MY FACE!"
-elsewhere-
chie: *filling up a kiddy pool*
Yohei: "Looking forward to this, kiddos?"
io: yappi!
toru: ah!
Tool: "Careful with that--maybe a floatie is needed..." *holds up a rubber ducky to Io*
io: *squeaks it* *laughs*
Yohei: "Cute." *picks up Toru, carefully putting him into the pool*
toru: *splashes his hands on the water*
Yohei: *rubs his own arm* "You seem pleased."
Tool: "Up you go..." *lifts Io and puts them into the pool*
-elsewhere-
Chuuya: *looking under the bed* "??? Um, Mito? Mito? Where are you..."
mito: *mrrp* *sitting on the couch*
Chuuya: *stands up--and hits his head under the bed* "OW!" *looks at the couch* "Ugh...There you are."
mito: *purrs*
Chuuya: *strokes her back* "Where did you run off to?"
-elsewhere-
Crona: *looking out the window*
lord death: good morning.
Crona: "Oh...Hello, sir."
lord death: how are you feeling?
Crona: "Okay...A little different."
lord death: *nods* i see.
Crona: "...Thank you for this. I never felt I deserve this..."
lord death: it's not about 'deserving' or not.
Crona: "I-I'm sorry--I'm not used to thinking that way."
lord death: it's quite alright. have you had breakfast yet today?
Crona: *shakes their head* "Still getting used to adjusted hunger--as I'm not two people now."
lord death: ah... well, im going to be doing a soul scan for you now, to see how the proporties of your soul have changed.
Crona: *gulps* "I-I see...Or don't. Should I be worried?"
lord death: not to worry, this will only take a moment, and it's painless.
Crona: "..." *nods* *sits still*
-later-
lord death: hmm, interesting.
Crona: .~.;
lord death: seems you have magic potential within you. although given your parentage, i suppose this is unsurprising.
Crona: "...It's a little surprising!" *looks at their hands* "I never tried..."
lord death: never to late to learn, i suppose.
Crona: "Who would even teach me?"
lord death: i can think of a few people...
-elsewhere-
Kimizuki: *staring at his phone*
hyakuya: *taps her foot as she stares out the window* boooriiiiing.....
Kimizuki: "It's called off-time. Enjoy it."
Yoichi: *reading a newspaper*
mitsuba:.....how about we go over to the batting cages?
Yoichi: "Oh, fun!"
Kimizuki: "Hmm...Could be good for aim."
hyakuya: sounds great!
-and so-
Yoichi: *puts on the helmet--and it's too big* ._.;
mitsuba: ^w^ not to brag, but i _was_ on my elementary school's baseball team as a kid.
shinoa: i think i remember that. you were known as the blonde ogress who made 5 boys cry.
mitsuba: >n<#
Yoichi: ^^; *backs away*
Kimizuki: "Checks out."
mitsuba: HEY! D8<
hyakuya: loser buys lunch! *takes her stance*
Yoichi: "Good luck!"
-the ball is thrown-
hyakuya: *swings....letting go of the bat and getting hit in the face* GRF-
Kimizuki: "..." *facepalm*
Yoichi: D8 "Oh no!"
hyakuya: *nose bleeding* IM OUT OF PRACTICE! CUT ME SOME SLACK! >n<
mitsuba: that.....that was the worst baseball fail ever......in the history of literally everything.
hyakuya: YOU ARENT HELPING!!
Yoichi: *offers tissues*
-shinoa's phone dials-
shinoa: ?? *answers* hello~? ^^
Guren: "Mission briefing in 10 minutes."
shinoa: ok. we got a mission
Kimizuki: "Oh, joy. So much for rest."
mitsuba: *pouts*
-elsewhere-
chess: hmm.... im soo booooored!
crowley: *checking his phone* ooh! text from ferid!
chess: oooh! what'd he say!
crowley: you know that guy shahal?
chess: he's in charge of keeping livestock, right?
crowley: well, apparently he's been neglecting his duties as of late, and several humans have escaped.
Horn: "Oh, that's no good. Is our priority to retrieve the humans, or punish Shahal?"
crowley: given how often humans make more humans, i say our main priority for now is shahal.
Horn: "...Flawless logic. Very well."
-elsewhere-
stocking: *checking recipes*
Rin: *tapping his fingers* "So what're you thinking?"
stocking: im thinking a brownie coffin filled with little candies for the desert.
Rin: "Oh, creative! Would definitely appeal to the Death Children..." *opens a book* "How many courses is this again?"
-elsewhere-
Giriko: "Then the entire blob thing went *BOOM* and took out Gruk, too."
arachne: hmmm....this is rather concerning...
Giriko: "What you think it was?"
arachne: *takes out her journal* since i've lost most of my old spellbooks, i've taken notes in here......just as i suspected. it's likely black blood.
Giriko: "Uuuuuum..."
arachne: what?
Giriko: "Isn't that what your dipshit sister worked on?"
arachne: *nods* according to lord death, she's still at large somewhere, supposedly....
-elsewhere-
Medusa: "... ... ..." *rubs her nose* *looks along the forest path*
-it's surprisingly dark and a bit foggy-
Medusa: *holds up a small orb...something shines inside, pointing to the left* "..." *turns left*
-elsewhere-
shinoa: *takes a seat*
-at the other end of the table, a woman seems to be distressed. -
Kimizuki: *holding a notepad* "We received initial details. Tell us about her."
woman: *sniffles* y-yes. about two weeks ago, my daughter, riko was abducted by a vampire.
shinoa: guren told us that one of your maids made a sketch of the vampire, correct?
Kimizuki: *looking*
riko's mother: of course. *hands them the sketch* i-i-im not sure how accurate it is, but-
Kimizuki: "No, this is useful."
hyakuya: hmm. how exactly are we going to find him?
Kimizuki: "Good old fashion sleuthing."
-elsewhere-
-in a room in an old cathedral, a young girl is looking out the window-
girl:......
Shahal: "Back away from there."
girl: *looks over at him*
Shahal: "You don't want to fall down--it's not the best window." *holds up a plate* "Sugar cookie?"
girl:....um....*gingerly takes one*
Shahal: "I hope they're okay. You need milk, Lana?"
girl: t-they're alright....a-and i already told you, my name isnt lana, it's riko.
Shahal: "??? Since when? Is this some phase? Like when I insisted on wearing my shirt backwards--"
riko: erm.... ^^;
???: "Oh, wow--a pet?"
riko: ??
Shahal: "?!" *stands up sharply*
horn: so _this_ is why you've been abandoning your post, shahal?
chess: aww, she's so cute! *grabs her*
riko: *yells*
chess: she's so adorable, i could just EAT HER UP! *bears fangs with a feral fervor*
Shahal: *grabs Chess by the neck--and tosses her into the wall*
horn: !!!!
chess: OWIE! >n< ugh, so RUDE!
horn: such ungentlemanly conduct...
Shahal: "Back away from her. She is not a part of this."
horn: oh? it looks to me that she's the reason for our little visit.
riko: *trembling*
Shahal: "State your business and leave us be."
chess: jeez, if you're gonna be so hostile, maybe we _wont_ tell you that an extermination group is coming for you tonight~ whoopsie~ i let it slip~ *cute fist bonk on her head as she winks with her tongue out*
Shahal: "What?!" *looking out the window* "..." *studying different escape paths*
horn:.....unless you're going to return to your post and hand the girl over as livestock-
Shahal: "Lana stays here!"
horn:....very well, you've made your decision. but when death is at your doorstep and that girl is taken and drained of every last drop of blood in her, dont come crying to us. come chess, let's go.
chess: yes ma'am!
Shahal: "..."
riko: *still trembling*
Shahal: "Hey, it's going to be okay."
-elsewhere-
Crona: *buttoning up*
mami: *waiting outside the room*
Blair: *brings up the wheelchair* "Crona almost done?"
mami: i think so....
Crona: *buzzes the button* "I'm done"
mami: *opens the door*
Crona: *in jeans and a black t-shirt...smiles*
mami:...*hug*
peg: we got this one too. *brings out ragnarok...strapped to a gurney a la hannibal lector*
Crona: *holds Mami close* "Don't look behind you." ^^;;;;;;
Blair: O_O;
Ragnarok: "Hello, nurse." *slithering tongue noises*
mami: ......
peg: mister dont _make_ me put the mask back on. -_-#
Ragnarok: "Look, I just got this body, and I got years of experiences to make up for it. I've already exhausted myself on 2 out of 7 deadly sins--want to go for 3 more?"
mami: *GLAAAAARE*
Ragnarok: "?!!!" *looks away* >_>;;;
-elsewhere-
Black Star: *meditating--under a giant waterfall*
child: mama, what's that guy doing?
Mother: "Oh, I think I saw this in a kung fu movie once! Warriors do that for training to improve their minds."
child: wow cool!
Mother: "I wonder whether it's working--"
Black Star: *collapses under the water*
-elsewhere-
Chuuya: "Careful not to tap on the glass." *looking at the fish tank*
miyuri: *face plastered against the glass* oooooh!
Fish: O_O *swims away afraid*
sonia: *looking*
*there's a hermit crab on the tank floor, changing into a new shell*
sonia: .....
Chuuya: "Really surprising creatures, aren't they?"
sonia: yeah....
Chuuya: "...I think they let you hold a sea urchin..."
sonia: ??
Chuuya: "Those little spiny sea creatures."
sonia: wont they hurt?
Chuuya: "The trainer shows you how to cup your hand so it won't."
sonia: ....
miyuri: WOOOAH LOOK AT THAT THING!
Chuuya: *looks*
-seems to be some kind of whale-
Chuuya: "?! Wow!"
miyuri: IT'S HUUUGE!! IT'S LIKE A WATER ELLYFANT!
Chuuya: "Y-Yes, indeed..."
-elsewhere-
Mori: *seated at the outdoor cafe table, sipping a coffee* "..." *looks around, then at his phone* *texts* [she's not here]
miura: [perhaps give it some more time?]
Mori: [it's already been 20 min]
Waiter: "Refill, sir?"
Mori: "...Check, please."
-elsewhere-
tomura: *SCREECHING* IM MISSING ONE OF MY HANDS!!
Kurogiri: "Okay, take a deep breath, and let's retrace your steps."
Dabi: *whistles* "Yo." *waves a hand...holding a hand*
tomura: *looks*
*two of the fingers are curled into a circle*
tomura: FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF-.....one day i will kill you in your sleep.
Dabi: "Sure." *tosses it*
spinner: bold move, my dude.
shaula: AW SHIT SON HE ACTUALLY DID IT THE ABSOLUTE MADLAD!
Kurogiri: "...I'm confused."
Dabi: "Please, I'm no hero. Literally."
banshee:.....we _are_ professional villains, arent we? -_-;
Kurogiri: "We try."
-elsewhere-
*knock on Kanin's apartment door*
amelia: *peeks out the peep hole*
*looks to be Genny, Duncan, and some others*
amelia: kanin, we have guests.
free: *wave* ^^
Kanin: *cooking* "??? Oh...Hello." *aspects of his werewolf appearance remain but have gradually reverted back to slightly more human*
lei-lei: how're you feeling? we brought some ingredients for a hotpot! ^^
Kanin: "...I'm fine." *takes the ingredients* "...Um...Amelia, can you see about more chairs?"
amelia: *nods*
Kanin: "...I-I'll be busy cooking. Help yourselves to..." *gestures to an old-fashion candy bowl full of what can be described as grandparents' candy choices, as he hurries away*
genny:....
Duncan: *picks a piece of candy--that is stuck to the top of the pile of them* -_-; "Old fashioned... ...You know, maybe he needs help in the kitchen."
-elsewhere-
hyakuya: .......
Kimizuki: *looking through binoculars*
mitsuba: see anything?
Kimizuki: "The door looks like it was forced open."
mitsuba: should we go in?
Kimizuki: "I think when it gets darker."
hyakuya:.....(mika……)…..
{Mika: *sad smile*}
hyakuya: *bites her lip*
shinoa:...akane?
hyakuya: !!!...im fine. dont worry about it....
Yoichi: "..."
-that night-
Shahal: *standing guard*
riko: *asleep*
{???: big brother?}
{Shahal: *shivering* "Yes?"}
{girl: will we be able to eat soon?}
{Shahal: "Yes, soon...Just be patient. Please..."}
Shahal: "Not again...I'm protecting you this time."
-meanwhile-
shinoa: *looks inside* ok, this should be the back entrance...
Kimizuki: "How reliable was your intelligence?"
shinoa: i chatted up some urban explorers for advice. ^^
mitsuba: so far so good.....
Yoichi: *looking at the stairs...they look rotted*
hyakuya: this place sure has seen better days....
Kimizuki: "So keep an eye for debris used for this vamp to hide."
shinoa: and keep silent. our primary objective is to retrieve riko.
Yoichi: *nods*
-crash-
hyakuya: ????
Kimizuki: "?!" *aims*
???: spread out, he should be here somewhere.
???: of course, lady enacotta.
rubile: *grins* (once i claim that traitor's head, i'll go up in the ranks for sure!)
mitsuba: *whisper* shit, vampires? here?
shinoa: this is bad. if they're here for shahal, then riko's at risk as well...
Kimizuki: "...Then we need to find her first. With the stairs broken, he's likely holding her upstairs to discourage people following up."
hyakuya: i'll look for a way up.
Kimizuki: "While we keep the vampires away..."
hyakuya: *nods and heads off*
Kimizuki: *following the vampires' path*
vampire: *looking around*
Kimizuki: *hides behind the vamp...readies his sword*
vampire: ?? *turns*
*slice*
vampire: GRK-
Kimizuki: *stabs them through the chest*
vampire: *SCREAM*
Kimizuki: *beheads*
Shahal: "?!!!"
riko: hnn??
Shahal: "Shh."
riko: what's going on?
Shahal: *quietly* "Come on. Hide in here..." *leads her to a wardrobe in the attic* "Stay here."
-meanwhile-
rubile: *slashing with her sword*
mitsuba: *blocking with her axe*
Yoichi: *behind debris, aiming*
shinoa: take this! *SLASH*
vampire: GRAHH!
Yoichi: *fires off shots*
-outside-
hyakuya: *looking around* (come on, there has to be something...)
*a brick in the side of the building falls, rolling down to her feet*
hyakuya: !! *looks up*
*a vampire can be seen scurrying down the hall--then blood splatters against the hallway wall*
hyakuya: .....*looking around for a way up*
*there are missing bricks in the wall--and a buttress above the window*
hyakuya:...that'll work. *spits on both her hands and rubs them together* here we go. *starts climbing*
*a window she passes breaks, as a vampire is tossed out of it*
hyakuya: OxO;;
*the noise seems to have stopped...*
hyakuya: *keeps climbing*
-inside-
rubile: tch- damn...you humans dont know when to quit...*she's holding her arm, which has been cut along the bicep*
Kimizuki: "Call us stubborn." *aims*
rubile: *lunges at him*
vampire: lady enacotta! we need to retreat!
rubile: NO! we've come this far already, im not going to leave without our prize!
Kimizuki: *sweeps his leg at hers while he swings his blade at her neck*
rubile: !!! *dodge*
*there's a wardrobe*
hyakuya: *looks inside*
Riko: *curled up in the corner*
hyakuya: ...hey, it's ok.
Riko: "Wh-Who are you?"
hyakuya: you can call me akane. *small smile*
Riko: "...Are you a vampire?"
hyakuya:....no, im human, like you.
Riko: "...Like Shahal was."
hyakuya: shahal, that's the one who kidnapped you, right?....wait- so he wasnt born a vampire?
Riko: *shakes her head no* "He keeps calling me Lana. His sister. She died."
hyakuya:....how did you figure that part out?
Riko: "I-I kind of read his journal...Don't tell him I did that."
hyakuya: i wont...did he try to hurt you at all?
Riko: "No--he really misses his sister, and he keeps treating me like her."
hyakuya:.......(mika..........) do you miss your mom and dad?
Riko: *nods*
hyakuya:.....dont worry riko, i'll help you get back to your parents. you can count on us. *smiles*
Riko: "A-Are you going to hurt Shahal?"
hyakuya:....i'll try to talk to him.
-downstairs-
mitsuba: WOAH!
Kimizuki: *crashes into furniture, collapsed*
mitsuba: *charges at him, yelling*
rubile: there you are! *charges at him as well*
Shahal: "..." *leaps just as they are close to him--*
rubile: *has her arm hacked off* *SCREAMS*
mitsuba: *gets her side sliced* GAH!!
Shahal: *grabs Mitsuba by her wrist* "Now leave."
hyakuya: HEY YOU!!
Shahal: "..." *holds Mitsuba up by the arm* *looks at Hyakuya* "Leave, before there is more bloodshed."
hyakuya: let her go!
Shahal: "Of course--" *and flings Mitsuba at Hyakuya*
mitsuba: oof! nngh....
hyakuya: mitsuba, are you alright?
mitsuba: bleeding, but otherwise just peachy.
Shahal: *aims at Shinoa*
hyakuya: leave my friends alone!
Shahal: "Leave my _family_ alone!"
hyakuya: your ‘family’ is dead!
Shahal: "?!!" *rushes at Hyakuya* "What did you do to Lana?!!"
hyakuya: i didnt do anything to her! that girl riko, she's not lana! i dont know what happened or how she died, but your sister isnt here anymore!
Shahal: "WHY DOES EVERYONE KEEP LYING TO ME?!" *swings the blade at her head*
hyakuya: !!! *blocks with her own sword* im not lying!
Shahal: "Yes, you are! Everyone is trying to confuse me! But I remember what was done--and I am not letting you take Lana!" *presses the sword forward*
hyakuya: listen! i know what it's like, to lose a loved one. i've lost my parents, and my adoptive family, and every day it hurts thinking about what i could have done differently to save them, but the past is in the past, isnt it? the only thing left is to go forward. accept what's happened and move on, so quit living in the past and face reality already!!
Shahal: "..." *just staring at her* "...Lana..."
shinoa: *charges*
Kimizuki: *follows Shinoa--*
Yoichi: *gives them cover*
Shahal: "?!"
shinoa: take this!
Shahal: *tries to block--*
-SLICE-
Shahal: *howls in pain*
hyakuya: please listen, i dont want to fight you, but if you dont stop this, i wont have any choice! you were human once, remember??
shinoa: (what on earth has gotten into her...?)
Shahal: *holding his arm* "Lana...stop this. I'm not human anymore--but I need to protect you!"
hyakuya: im not lana either! if you keep deluding yourself like this, you're only going to hurt yourself even more!
Shahal: "I'm willing to get hurt if it means my sister can live! I can't let her die!"
hyakuya: she's already dead!
Shahal: "She can't be!" *approaches Hyakuya* "Stop lying!"
-SLASH-
Shahal: *stares wide-eyed*
riko: *collapses*
hyakuya: *stunned* !!!!!
Shahal: "N-No!" *cradles her* "Why would you do this?!"
riko: i-it's ok....it wasnt that deep of a cut...
hyakuya: riko....
Shahal: "...Riko..."
riko: *smiles* im not mad at you, shahal. because i think, despite everything...you're still a good person.
hyakuya:....*shaking slightly* mika.....
Shahal: *crying* "How can you think that? I thought..." *holds his head* "I'm so confused."
riko: you took care of me and made sure i was safe, and you never once bit me or drank my blood.
Shahal: "...I just wanted my sister back."
riko:....but im not her. i dont know how she died exactly, but im sure she misses you too...
Shahal: *sobbing* "I can never see her again..."
hyakuya:...........yuu.....chihiro....ako....kouta....fumie....taichi.....
Shahal: *looks at Hyakuya* "Who...?"
hyakuya: my siblings....ferid killed them....i was....the only one who got away.....(liar...mika was.....)
Shahal: "...Oh God...I'm sorry..."
hyakuya: ever since then, i've hated vampires....and wanted nothing more than to kill every last one....but after seeing....my one sibling....mika....turned into one of them....and seeing this...i....i dont know what to think anymore...
riko:.......
Shahal: "...You end them."
hyakuya: ??
Shahal: "You don't leave one standing that can and will hurt humans, eventually."
hyakuya: ......
Shahal: "You can bring them peace...to let them die and reunite with their lost family."
hyakuya:...are you...asking me to kill you?
Shahal: "...Yes."
hyakuya: but what about riko-
Shahal: "She deserves to be with her family."
hyakuya:.....*bites her lip, clutching her sword*
-as the sun rises, hyakuya screams out, piercing her blade into shahal's heart-
Shahal: *shudders, coughs...starts to disintegrate at the heart...looks at the sun with a smile* "Lana...Thank you."
hyakuya:.....
lana?: big brother!
-a spectral girl seems to be waving to him-
Shahal: "?!!!" *reaches up, his hand disintegrating as he does...*
lana?: i've been waiting for you for so long now! come on, i have lots of people to introduce you too!
-soon enough, they are both gone....-
hyakuya:.............
mitsuba: hey....akane....
hyakuya: hehe...hehehehe....hahaha..HAHAHAHAHA!! *cackling madly*
Kimizuki: *grabs her by her shoulders* "Hyakuya! Hyakuya! Damn it, Akane, get a hold of yourself..."
hyakuya: *sharply inhales and starts hysterically sobbing into his chest*
Kimizuki: "..." *holds her, letting her cry*
mitsuba:.....
shinoa:.....we should probably give riko first aid.
mitsuba:...yeah....
Yoichi: *holds up the kit*
-elsewhere-
Kid: "Absolutely adorable."
shiori: *in a new little jumper* lookie!
Kid: *shivering* "IT'S SO CUTE I COULD DIE!"
stocking: ^^
lord death: TOO CUTE FOR WORDS!
Yumi: *snaps a photo* "Indeed."
-elsewhere-
Monica: *buried under blankets* =_____= "I'm boooooooooooooooored!"
mrs ramirez: mija! your friends are here!
Monica: "... ... ...YOU DIDN'T CHECK THEM FOR KNIVES AGAIN, DID YOU?!"
mrs ramirez: first thing i did, honey!
yolanda: jeez mrs R, have some faith in us. -_-;
Zarya: *grunts*
Monica: -_-; "You here to rub it in before you go off to school?"
yolanda: just wanted to see how you were?
Monica: "Bored out of my f--" *spots her mom* "...freaking skull. I need to dunk someone's head into a toilet now!"
mrs ramirez: that reminds me, that nurse from the hospital, mrs albarn, wanted to have coffee later and to chat. she's your friend izumi's mother, isnt she? ^^#
Monica: "... ... ...She's not my fucking friend."
Zarya: "... ... ..." *takes one giant step back away from Monica*
mrs ramirez: .........
stephanie: welp we're totes late, bye! *RUNS*
Monica: "?! YOU TRAITORS--"
mrs ramirez: monica, i'd like to have a little talk with you. in private. ^^#####
Monica: D8 *loud whimpering noise*
mrs ramirez: monica rosa-marie ramirez, you arent going anywhere! *smiles with a demonic glare*
-elsewhere-
Asher: "... ... ..." *small smile*
cassidy: asher? you ok?
Asher: "...I think I feel lighter."
cassidy:...
-elsewhere-
kyouko: hey rin, is shiemi doing alright? last i saw her, she seemed kind of down.
Rin: *sighs* "I think she's trying to figure out some stuff with school."
kyouko: hmm....is she having problems?
Rin: "Kinda. She's leaving the exorcist class."
kyouko: wait really? what happened?
Rin: "She said she wanted to focus on what she can do for now--without getting in over her head. It's rough when you really want something but are not sure you're ready."
kyouko:.....
-rin's phone starts going off-
Rin: *checks*
-text from renzou-
Rin: *reading* "...??? It's from Renzou Shima. He's...ranting about diapers?"
kyouko: i'd rather not know -__-#
renzou: [CODE OMEGA! I REPEAT! CODE FUCKING OMEGA!!]
Rin: "Neither do I . But now he's yelling 'Code Omega.' I think his bro told me that means to meet up." *looks at the key hooks* "Tell the old man I'm stealing his keys."
kyouko: ._.
-and so-
Bon: *holding his stomach* "Ugh...I hate traveling with keys." >~<;
izumo: you guys got called too?
Shima: -_-; "Yep..."
Rin: "WOOOOOOOW! It looks so different at this time of year!"
izumo: we were here last year around summer, in the longest fucking summer ever -_-;;;
shiemi: im surprised we were invited to juuzo and mamushi's baby shower.
unagi: it'll be nice to see my family members again.
Shima: "Don't curse in front of my fam, Izumo--I want to keep a good impression with them."
shura: yeah, so behave yourself.
izumo: sure thing-....wait.
konekomaru: how long were you-
shura: kunoichi skills bitches.
izumo:.....-___-;
Bon: *shoves Shima* "You're one to criticize anyone, spy."
Shima: ^^; "Former spy?"
shiemi: well we better find the restaurant then.
shura: you kiddos go on ahead, im gonna have a quick chat with the okumura bros for a minute, kaaay~?
Rin: "What?! But I'm starving!"
shura: *waits for the others to go* welp, now we can talk.
Yukio: "What is this about?"
shura: yuri egyn. your mother.
Yukio: "?!"
Rin: "...What?"
shura: it was around the time i met shiro...
{-knocks-}
{yuri: who is it?}
{shura: *flailing* putmedown! pummedown!! >n<#}
{yuri:.....is...is that a kid?}
{Fujimoto: "Um, no. It's obviously a new species of mountain rat. A smelly, dirty mountain rat--"
{yuri: .___.;}
{shura: I'LL BITE YOUR ANKLES IN HALF!}
{yuri:....why dont i make you something to eat? ^^;; }
{Fujimoto: ^^; "I actually have some tasks to attend to, so that would help me--OW! DID YOU JUST BITE ME?!"}
{shura: *HISSSSSS* *STOMACH GURGLE*.........food please.}
{Fujimoto: T^T "What do you even eat, kid?"}
{shura: squirrels mostly. sometimes birds. hachirou got me a boar once.}
{yuri: .______. shiro....where did you find this girl exactly?}
{Fujimoto: "In the mountains. Meet the fabled wild child of Towada. I've named her Shura."}
{shura: offer me food, mortal!}
{-...-}
{yuri: eat up!}
{shura: *ravenous eating*}
{Fujimoto: ^^ "Better than tiny squirrels with hardly any meat on their bones, right, kiddo?"}
{shura: *pulls the food closer and snarls* MINE!}
{yuri: goodness, she's got an appetite. ^^; }
{Fujimoto: "And needs to learn some manners..." *sniffs* "Ugh...and a bath."}
{shura: a what?}
{-...-}
{shura: *asleep*}
{yuri: so, what are we going to do about her?}
{Fujimoto: "Mephisto ordered me to keep an eye on her, and after seeing that Hachirou thing, I don't want her going back to it. After that? I'm not sure..."}
{yuri: maybe she could stay here? it gets lonely up here, so it'd be nice to have some company. ^^}
{Fujimoto: "??? For real? Mephisto was pretty insistent on not letting her out of my sight..."}
{yuri: you could stay here too, if you'd like. it'd be like a family.}
{Fujimoto: "..." *pulls out a cigarette, lights up* "Don't say it like that."}
shura: from what i remember, she was a really kind woman, she had eyes like yours, rin. and lots of moles, like yukio...and that concludes story time with shura for today!
Yukio: "..."
Rin: "...YOU COCKTEASE! DON'T STOP THE STORY THERE! TELL US MORE! What did she sound like?!" *grabs her by the shoulders* "Why didn't you tell us this before?!"
shura: now if you boys excuse me. im gonna go hit the bar. cheers! *walks off*
-later-
torako: <enjoy your stay with us.> *walks back to the front* !!!! <ryuuji!>
Bon: <Hey...>
-a child runs up and tackles shima-
child: <ANKO WENZO!>
Shima: <OW! ???>
woman: <ten, sweetie, there you are! what did mama tell you about running off?>
ten: <sowwy mamai>
woman: *looks* !!! <renzou!>
Shima: <?!!>
izumo: you know this woman?
woman: <oh, you must be renzou's friends. koneko and bon know me already, but im Jun Shima. renzou's sister.>
unagi: <a pleasure to see you again, ma'am'>
jun: <unagi! i was surprised to hear that you enrolled in true cross. how are you doing?>
unagi: <im very well. i've been learning a lot of english.>
???: <UUUUUUNAAAAAAAGIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!>
-a woman comes barreling down the hall and clutches unagi-
woman: <MY SWEET BABY GIRL! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?! HAVE YOU BEEN EATING?! IS YOUR TEMPERATURE WELL?! DO YOU HAVE ANY INJURIES?!>
uwabami hojo: ^^; <easy now, orochi, she's just fine.>
Bon: <We've been keeping an eye on her, ma'am.>
unagi: <hello mother, hello to you too uncle.>
Konekomaru: *sad smile, steps back*
girl: <hey sis, do we have any more- !!!! k-k-k-k-KONEKOOOOOO~<3 > *TACKLE* >///w///< <3<3<3<3
Konekomaru: .\\\\.; "Um..." <You can let go now?>
girl: <KINZOU TOLD ME YOU WERE HERE _LAST_ YEAR TOO! WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME? I WOULD HAVE BAILED ON THE CLASS TRIP TO EUROPE IF I KNEW!!>
Konekomaru: ^\\\^; <We were a little busy on an investigation and--well, things got away from us. Sorry.>
Rin: -_-; *has a big handprint slapped on his face* "Freaking boobzilla..."
Yukio: -_-; "Please don't embarrass us more while we're visiting someone else's house."
jun: ?? <more friends of yours?>
Rin: <He gets that a lot.> *waves at the child*
girl: <hey. you smell different koneko, are you using a new bodywash?>
Konekomaru: >\\\\\\< <Wh-Why would you sniff me?!>
ten: <mamai! this guy has a tail! is he a kitty?>
Yukio: *facepalm* <Oh good lord...>
jun: .....^^; <why dont we help uncle gozo with the garden, ok?>
ten: <ok!> *runs off*
Yukio: <I am so sorry.>
-outside-
nishiki: *eating watermelon shaved ice*
???: <over here sir?>
Tatsuma: <Yes, that's a good spot for it.>
???: *sets the statue down, wiping sweat from her brow* <yep, i reckon that's a mighty good spot for it>
Tatsuma: <Looking good! ...Maybe rotate it a bit more towards the morning sun.>
torako: <tatsuma! yoshikuni! bon and his friends are here!>
yoshikuni: <REALLY?!>
Tatsuma: <!!! My baby boy!> *gets up quickly--and throws out his back* >n< "AH!"
torako: D8
Bon: *steps out* <?!! Old man!> *runs up*
yoshikuni: <LIL RYUU! long time no see!>
Bon: <?!! Yoshikuni?!>
izumo: another friend of yours?
yoshikuni: <im his fiancee~>
izumo: O/////o W-W-WHAT?!?!??!
Bon: -_-; <Yoshikuni, please.>
yoshikuni: <LOL! JK JK! it's just a joke!>
izumo: *beet red* <I SHOULD THINK SO! WHO'D WANT TO MARRY A STUBBORN OX LIKE HIM!?>
Tatsuma: *trying to sit up* <Ha ha ha! ...I don't know what 'luul' means.>
Bon: <?!!! I will have you know I am desirable to people who like men with a strong will, you stubborn mule!>
izumo: <BEEF HEAD!>
Bon: <POLKA-DOTTED MUTT!>
izumo: <ROOSTER HAIR!>
Bon: <HA! I STOPPED DYING IT, SO YOU CAN'T EVEN USE THAT ONE ANYMORE!>
torako: <my my, they're acting like me when i was that age.>
{young!torako: <GET BENT, BALDIE!>}
{Young!Tatsuma: <Babe, I _shave_ by choice because it makes me look cool!> *wink*}
torako: <so persistent.> *sigh* <i feel so old.>
Tatsuma: <And yet still so beautiful.>
torako: >/////< <oh stop!>
Bon: <OW!> *slapping his hand on the ground* <I YIELD, I YIELD, YOU SHRIMP!>
-elsewhere-
Kanin: *puts bento boxes of leftovers into their lockers* "Okay. I'll see you for lunch after morning classes."
genny: *nods*
Kanin: "... ...Well..." *rubs the back of his head...he's managed to revert almost back to human appearance*
genny:....i-if you want to talk...a-about anything, you can-
Kanin: "I-I appreciate that...M-Maybe later..."
genny: .///. r-right...see ya! *runs*
Kanin: "..." >\\\< *knocks his head against his own locker--and instantly hulks out into werewolf form, ripping his shirt* "...Aw, man..."
marie: kanin? are you alright? ._.;
Kanin: "?!! S-Sorry, Miss Marie! I'm fine, really! I'm not going feral..." *struggles to slowly revert to human form, as he takes off the torn shirt and opens his locker to retrieve a new shirt* "J-Just, you know, typical teenage hormonal stuff..."
marie: do you want to talk about it?
Kanin: "..." *nods* "Did other students ever deal with this kind of thing?"
-elsewhere-
arisa: so what do you guys want to check out next?
kanami: im kinda hungry, maybe we should get lunch?
suzune:..... !!!
arisa: suzune? you oka-....OH.....MY....G!!
kokoro: hmm?
masara: *looks* !!!!!
arisa: Y-YOU'RE KOKORO AWANE!!
kokoro: yep, that's me alright.
arisa: do you remember me? im arisa narumi!
kokoro: oh right! you're that girl from back then!
arisa: you were so cool and inspiring that i became a magical girl too, see? my friends are-
-CLANG-
suzune: *blocking masara's knife with her sword*
masara: what are _you_ doing back here, magical hunter?
suzune: im not here to fight, honest.
masara: a likely story. im not about to let you hurt kokoro.
Chisato: *gestures to her own weapon* "Let's all calm down. This is not a place for any fight."
masara: how can you be so calm when a murderer is among you?
suzune:.....
Matsuri: "This is about giving people another chance, you know?" ^^ "She may have done bad things, but that doesn't make her a bad person!"
suzune: matsuri....
Matsuri: "Just give her a chance."
kokoro: easy there masara. sorry about my friend, she can be a bit protective, but she means well. ^^;
arisa: i take it you met suzune before?
kokoro: yep. say, you mentioned being hungry, right? it just so happens we know a great restaurant called 'Walnuts'. ^^
-elsewhere-
Monica: *glare*
izumi: .___.;;;;;
Sachiko: ^^ "I always come by here--I didn't know you managed it!"
mrs ramirez: well, assistant manager, but still. ^^
Monica: *takes her drink, sips--and crunches on the ice loudly*
izumi: ._.;;;;;
mrs ramirez: mija, dont you have something to say to mrs albarn's daughter?
Monica: "..." *mutters something*
mrs ramirez: speak up honey, no one can hear you when you're muttering.
Monica: *inhales* "I SAID 'I'M SORRY'!"
izumi: um...thanks..f-for apologizing...*shifts in her seat*
Sachiko: *uncovers her ears* "Y-Yes, thank you...How about you kids get a treat?" *hands Izumi some money* "The cookies looked good."
-elsewhere-
Rin: "So, Konekomaru, who's the girl?"
girl: *clinging to his arm* ^////^
konekomaru: this is yumi, shima's younger sister.
Rin: "Ah, so you all grew up together?"
yoshikuni: pretty much. <so you guys really defeated the impure king last summer?>
Bon: <We...did the best we could.>
Rin: <Well, us and my girlfriend, too.>
konekomaru: <come to think of it, where were you?>
yoshikuni: <i was at a convention in tokyo.> ^^
Juzo: *fretting back and forth in front of the building*
gozo: <easy bro, she's not due for another two months yet.>
Juzo: <I know! I keep reading the books--did you know you're not supposed to put a blanket over the baby?! THEY COULD SUFFOCATE! HOW WOULD THAT LOOK IF MY CHILD SUFFOCATED?!!>
gozo: <take a deep breath and chill.>
kinzou: <yeah, you're gonna give yourself a hernia!>
Shima: <Yeah, don't think of dead babies--that thought'll stay in your head forever.>
Juzo: *GLARES AT SHIMA*
-elsewhere-
Kanin: *staring at the tea* "I don't know. I never had these problems controlling my appearance. But since that...thing got in my head and down to my soul..."
marie: perhaps it was an effect of madness from that clown.
Kanin: "I think so...But it hasn't gotten back to normal. I don't know when it will, if ever."
marie:.....
Kanin: "I don't know who could even help."
marie: i can think of a few people...
-elsewhere-
mami: lunch is ready!
Crona: "Smells great."
mami: the doctors recommended this to help you regain your strength.
Crona: *nods*
Ragnarok: *has on a bib* "AND FOR ME?"
-elsewhere-
naoya: how is he?
kouyou: still locked up in his office, crying. how unprofessional. -_-;
miura: -___-; *patting mori's back*
Mori: *head resting on a pillow* TT~TT "It's like I'm cursed."
elise: wouldnt be too shocked if that were the case.
Mori: "I need some good luck..."
-elsewhere-
Kimizuki: "..." *sets down a bottle of water*
hyakuya:.....thanks....
Kimizuki: *nods* "You're welcome...The ride will be here in another hour."
hyakuya:........
Yoichi: *packing the first-aid kit* "Any more cuts and bruises?"
riko: i-im ok....
Yoichi: ^^ "That's a relief."
riko:.....
Yoichi: "...Happy to go home?"
riko: i guess so....
Yoichi: "That man...did release you."
riko:.....do you think....he's in a better place?
Yoichi: "...I like to think so."
-elsewhere-
arisa: mmm~ this is so yummy!
kokoro: i know right?
masara: *eating, not taking her eyes off suzune, staring intently*
suzune: *looking down at her plate, sweating nervously* ._.;;;;;;;;;
Chisato: "...Masara, how is your meal?"
masara: *nom, still staring at suzune* delicious.
suzune: *gulp* ._.;;;;;;;;;;;
Chisato: "...So, what are everyone's plans this afternoon?"
kokoro: well, masara and i were going to go hiking for a bit later.
Chisato: "Ah. It'd be good to get into the outdoors."
-elsewhere-
Guren: "Welcome back."
hyakuya:...*nod*
Guren: "We'll begin debriefing...You look like a mess. Go lie down."
hyakuya: *grunts and walks off*
Guren: *looks at the others* "Shinoa, walk with me. I'll start the debriefing with you."
shinoa: right.
Guren: *walks with her into the interrogation room* "What happened to Hyakuya back there?"
shinoa: she took the vampire down...
Guren: "I've seen her take down vampires--I haven't seen her acting like this."
shinoa: i'll speak with her about it when i can.....she has been different since our encounter with ferid....
Guren: "And that can be a liability. We need her in the field--and if her head is not in this, that will be a danger."
shinoa:....understood.
Guren: "Tell me about this vampire and child. Why did he take her?"
-shinoa explains the situation-
Guren: "Hmm...I knew vampirism can do things to the brain, but this is something else entirely."
shinoa:...perhaps vampirism has nothing to do with it....
Guren: "??? Explain."
shinoa: based on my observations, his reactions seemed rather human. perhaps relating to his previous life. sadly, without any official documents on him, we can only go by word of mouth for information.
Guren: "Hmm. So, what, he got confused, had memories of his pre-vampire life, and those influenced his mind? That still sounds dangerous."
shinoa:......
Guren: "I'll ask C3 to check on this--they may have a bit more information on neuro influences after the transformation."
-elsewhere-
Rin: *pats his belly* =w= "Tasty meal..."
torako: <you seemed to enjoy it. ^^>
orochi: <will you be staying the night?>
Rin: <I should probably get back to the old man.> *pats Bon's shoulder* <But I'm sure Bon would be happy to stay with family for the night!>
Bon: -_-# *twists Rin's arm* <We're studying for exams right now.>
Rin: Q_Q *slapping his hand down on the floor*
shiemi: ....
Shima: <I mean, some of us don't need to worry too much about studying! And how often do you get to see family?>
izumo: *GLARE*
Shima: "?!!!!" *averts his glance* <Granted, that also depends on whether your own family wants to see you...> >w>;;;;;
-elsewhere-
higuchi: *washing Q's hair*
Q: >~< *whining*
higuchi: ^^; the water wont hurt you, and that visor is supposed to keep the shampoo out of your eyes.
Q: "It feels slimy!"
higuchi: ^^;
Gin: *sets out a towel* "It's that, or your hair will get covered in dirt, disease, and fall out, leaving you as the youngest bald person on this planet."
Q: Q_______Q "What?"
higuchi: .-.;
Q: *flailing* "AAAAH! PLEASE WASH MY HAIR, MOMMY!"
higuchi: *getting all wet from the splashing* ah! ok! ok! >-O;;
Gin: "My work here is done." *turns away*
Q: =~= *relaxes*
higuchi: *sigh* *mutter* next time _you're_ in charge of bath time...
Gin: *walks into the living room* "Kuniko, Ryu, your chores?"
kuniko: dishes are about 78% done!
Akutagawa: *uses Rashomon on a dish towel to dry*
Gin: "As for homework?"
-elsewhere-
Mephisto: "Then we use this key to open the closet, and..." *opens the closet to reveal Death City from the top of a building*
shion: bwoah! *shiny eyes*
Mephisto: "Impressive, yes? You can see our house from here! And there's Mephy Land!"
shion: ^o^ dada! dada!
Mephisto: "Hee hee--that's my head on that ferris wheel! But you need to be a bit taller to ride the roller coaster."
-elsewhere-
sonia: *eating ice cream*
Chuuya: *hands out napkins*
miyuri: *LICK LICK LICK* >~< GYEEK!
Chuuya: "Brain freeze?"
miyuri: miyuri's head feels bad! >A<
sonia: you shouldnt eat it so fast.
Chuuya: "Try putting your tongue on the roof of your mouth to warm it up."
miyuri: *does so*
Chuuya: "Feeling better?"
miyuri: *nods*
Chuuya: "That's good. Now, eat more slowly--we got plenty of time."
-elsewhere-
Hibana: =_____= *sneezes*
mikami: are you feeling alright, commander?
Hibana: "No--I haven't been sleeping."
ryuuko: do you need to see a doctor, or would that be too much?
Hibana: *groans* "Why would I need that?"
ryuuko: it's important for one to look after their well-being. perhaps some tea and meditation might help? that's what my father does when he's stressed.
Hibana: "I already do that--I set aside 5 minutes for meditating in-between the 10 AM and 11 AM meetings, and some tea when I get home at 9 PM."
Rino: *holds up a schedule* "She's booked solid 8 AM to 8 PM. She's killing herself. _It's not going fast enough_."
mikami: rino!
gabriella: princess, please rest.
Rino: >_>;
Hibana: *slams her fists down* "I have work to do! I have some genetic experiments out for my head! I have to figure out what the hell Haijima is doing with those kids! I--I--... *collapses*
gabriella: D8>
Rino: "?!!!" *tries to hold her up* "Jeez, she's heavy..."
Hibana: *unconscious*
-elsewhere-
sasori:....
nana: so, is sasori your actual name?
sasori:...not really.
ivy: is that right?
ria marcelo: yeah.
Joker: "Well, a lot of people change their names. Take Red for instance."
scarlet: ........
nana: and my name is seven.
Joker: "Nana, what did we agree? Your name is Nana now."
nana: EAT SHIT.
ria marcelo: .....she seems to have high regard for you.
Joker: *sniffs, wipes his eye* "I know--makes a father proud."
scarlet:.... -_-;
Joker: "So, Ria, ready to scope out Hibana's latest work?"
ria marcelo: im listening...
-elsewhere-
Hajiki: *somehow stuck behind the vending machine*
hito:......why.
Hajiki: "I don't know--I was trying to get food, then I forgot what I was doing, and I ended up here."
hito: have you tried shimmying out?
Hajiki: "Let me see..." *shifts--and the vending machine starts rocking*
-elsewhere-
Asako: *runs out of a patient's room* "EEEEK!"
vivian: ??
*fire shoots out of the patient's room*
vivian: !!!!
Patient: *frowning, lobbing another fireball* "THAT THERMOMETER WAS COLD AS HELL!"
vivian: OwO;;;
Asako: >~< "That's only if you pursue the Dantean understanding of Hell--"
Patient: *throws another fireball, this one nearing at Vivian*
vivian: *dodge* gyah! how rude!
Patient: "I didn't want to be some fucking second generation flame person!"
Asako: >~< "Third-generation pyrokinetic, sir!"
Patient: "SHUT UP!" *tries to get out of bed--and falls face-first into the bedpan*
vivian: ._.;;
tao: owo~? what's going on here?
Asako: *sigh* "We've had more patients coming in awakening pyrokinetic abilities. And he's been the nicest of them..." -_-;
-elsewhere-
Kimizuki: *carrying a tray of food to a room* *knocks*
hyakuya: it's open....
Kimizuki: *enters* "Hey. Brought your dinner."
hyakuya:..thanks...
Kimizuki: "I wasn't sure what you would like, so if you want more of anything, I got more on the stove to heat up."
hyakuya: *nods*.....kimizuki?
Kimizuki: "Yes?"
hyakuya: did i do the right thing?
Kimizuki: "...Our job is to neutralize vampire threats. Who knows what he would have done next."
hyakuya:.....i saw mika in him.....
Kimizuki: "...So when you see Mika again..."
hyakuya: NO! i cant....i have to get him home....i just.....ever since that day my head's just been all tangled up...
Kimizuki: "How do you convince him? He's not the same kid you knew back then."
hyakuya: what would you do if you were in _my_ position? if it were mirai that was a vampire? would you just kill her without a second thought?!
Kimizuki: "?!! Okay, that's a low blow! It's not my sister that is a vampire, now is she? This is your friend who is suffering--and that's the reality you're dealing with!"
hyakuya:.............
Kimizuki: "...I'm sorry. I don't know what I would do either."
hyakuya:...h-he's my family....*curls up into fetal position* i already lost him once....i cant lose him again....
Kimizuki: "...Then let's bring him back."
hyakuya: *looks up at him*
Kimizuki: "We figure out how to convince him, we figure out what C3 has already done about containing vampires without imprisoning or killing him. If he's that important to you, then I'll help."
hyakuya:...thank you......sorry....about what i said-
Kimizuki: "It-It's fine. If it was me, I would've said something as...passionate.”
hyakuya:...heh...you jerk...*wipes her eyes*
Kimizuki: "Me, a jerk? You're a jerk yelling at me like that..."
hyakuya: *laughs a bit* yeah, got me there....
Kimizuki: *small smile* "Then I win."
hyakuya:....*hug*
Kimizuki: "... ..." *pat pat, hug*
hyakuya:....*looks at him for a bit*
Kimizuki: *looks into her eyes*
hyakuya: kimizuki...i-
shinoa: *opens the door* hey guys~!
hyakuya: *YELLS AND PUNCHES KIMIZUKI IN THE FACE*
Kimizuki: "?!" X_X *knocked to the floor--flipping over the food tray onto Hyakuya*
hyakuya:......
shinoa: oh goodness. was i interrupting something~?
hyakuya:....nothing. nothing at all. -_-#
-elsewhere-
Jeje: "Johannes has not left the basement in days."
metsu: should i check on him?
Jeje: *hands her a taser* "Stay armed."
metsu: *nods* i need to bring him his dinner anyway.
Jeje: *nods, as he rummages through a box of vials*
metsu: *heading downstairs* johannes?
Johannes: *curled over his desk, looking at blood samples*
metsu:....i brought your dinner. *sets the tray down and collects the dishes from the last meal*
Johannes: "Huh? You say something?" *looks up--and has a long white beard*
metsu: ......... ._______.
Johannes: "What's with that look? ..." *glances down* "Oh, right--" *grabs the fake beard, rips--...then covers his mouth to let out a tortured scream* "I forgot the glue!!!"
metsu:........im not even going to ask. *heads upstairs*
Johannes: "Thank you for the meal! Bring down body wash!"
Jeje: *pulls out a vial...swirls its contents into a mug of hot chocolate*
-elsewhere-
Rin: *lies down*
-knock knock-
shiemi: rin? may i ask you something?
Rin: *sits up* "Hey, Shiemi--what's up?"
shiemi: well, pardon if it's intrusive, but i noticed you and yuki werent talking much during dinner....you two didnt have a fight, did you?
Rin: >_>; "That's...kind of personal. It's nothing..."
shiemi:....ok. well, good night.
Rin: *grunts* "Night..."
{Rin: "What brought this on?"}
{yukio: dont you want to know about our birth? according to the knight of true cross, she was the one who bore satan's sons, and most information on her is classified. but i want to know more about her...}
{Rin: "After what we've heard so far, and what we've gone through? No, it can't be a good story. Just knowing that she was a kind person is enough for me."}
{yukio: why are you trying to avoid this? dont you even care? this is our mother for god's sake!}
{Rin: "..." *frowns* "Why are you needing this so badly?"}
{yukio:......he...heheheh...haha...AHAHAHA!!}
{Rin: "?!!! Yuki? Wh-What's wrong?"}
{yukio: HAHAHAHA.....that's right....we can never truly change how we think, right? we're both right and both wrong......it's funny.....we're twins, yet we're total opposites....well....just....just forget we had this talk, ok? come on...the others are waiting...}
Rin: "...What the hell, bro."
-elsewhere-
gozo: <tatsuma, sir, are you in?>
Tatsuma: *reclining in a chair, a book resting on his lap* "???" <Yes?>
gozo: <i wanted to talk to you about that one matter.>
Tatsuma: "..." <I see. What have you found?>
gozo: <nothing much yet, but we are researching it at the india branch's underground library. sadly, we havent yet found a way to summon a demon possessing another person.>
Tatsuma: <Hmm...> *holds up his book* <I'll have to finish this reading on exorcising Karura from Todo so to resummon...>
gozo: <there is a problem. based on renzou's observations from aomori on todo's appearance, it seems karura is bonding to its new vessel...>
Tatsuma: *sighs* <Then it is up to me to hurry. Thank you for this information. Please, continue your investigation.>
-elsewhere-
Fire: *yawns* *gets out of bed, looking out the window*
kim: .....
Jacqueline: "??? Fire?"
Fire: "I think I see something."
kim: ??
Fire: "I saw something glowing and moving in the forest."
kim: *looks to the others*
Jacqueline: "...Maybe wake the others." *nudges Kilik*
-elsewhere-
Kanin: *tucks Amelia in*
amelia: good night.
Kanin: "Good night, Amelia. I'll see you in the morning." *walks away...*
amelia:.......
Kanin: *gets to the door* "...Should I leave a light on, or...?"
amelia: im fine.
Kanin: "O-Okay...Good night." *closes the door*
-elsewhere-
Crona: *lying awake in bed* "..."
mami: *asleep*
Crona: ("It's so quiet now...I used to hear his voice even when he wasn't talking...It's hard to get used to.") *looks at Mami* "..." *hug*
mami: *she seems quite relaxed*
Crona: *closes their eyes, sighs quietly*
-morning-
Bon: *walking through the temple*
izumo: *cleaning*
Bon: "??? What, Mom has you working?"
izumo: i volunteered, for your information.
Bon: -_-; "Well, thanks--it's looking better."
-elsewhere-
Relan: *walking with his shoulder in a sling* *cringes*
iris: how are you feeling?
Relan: "The meds help, but it still hurts a lot."
iris: hmm...
Relan: "Enough of that--another day is ahead of us...How did the talk go with Mr. Fulham from the 1st?"
iris: well....
-she explains what happened-
Relan: "I'm so sorry. This can't be easy on everyone in the Church."
-elsewhere-
Yoichi: ^^ "Welcome back to work!"
hyakuya: morning.
shinoa: oh, that reminds me, riko's family invited us to their mansion for a celebration. ^^
Kimizuki: "What's to celebrate? We did our job..." *awkward glance at Hyakuya*
shinoa: they wanted to celebrate the return of their daughter, of course. so get your formal wear~
Yoichi: "Yay! ...I don't have really good formal wear, so I may need to shop a bit."
hyakuya: i dont have any formal wear!
Kimizuki: *sighs* "Looks like a few of us are shopping."
-elsewhere-
Monica: *in the cafe uniform* -_-# "Welcome. May I take your order?"
girl: i'll have a Frappuccino.
guy: do you still have the shamrock shakes?
Monica: "...It's June. Not March. So no. Is there something else you want to order?"
guy: can i have a mint green mocha then?
Monica: "..." *writes it onto a cup* "Sure. Name?"
-elsewhere-
Harvar: *looking at footprints* "Well, someone was here."
ox: or something....
Fire: .~.; "Like the thing we're supposed to find?"
kim: most likely...
Jacqueline: *following the steps' path--that lead to the edge of a cliff* "..."
-elsewhere-
*a man in a monocle opens his car door*
???: mr dragulsec i presume?
Dragulsec: "???" *turns--*
-WHAM-
*Dragulsec is knocked to the street*
Dragulsec: *groans, sitting up* "L-Lighting?!"
lewin: salutations, doc!
Dragulsec: "What the devil is wrong with you?!"
lewin: word on the street is you've got connections to the illuminati.
Dragulsec: "Balderdash! Your 'word' would tell you I already entered a contract that would prevent me from cooperating with them!"
lewin: but that's the mystery i need to solve. after all, not many people can get away with a massacre and stay in the same line of work for over a decade...
Dragulsec: "Absurd! Hollow reasoning! You have no idea how such a massacre continues to affect me!"
lewin: talk is cheap, doc. but i'll still need a bit of proof. teyonebuse and so on...
*something buzzes around Dragulsec, striking him*
Dragulsec: "GAAAH! Stop this!"
lewin:...mortem.
Dragulsec: *screams, as his collar is ripped*
lewin:....so _that's_ it, huh? welp. thanks for your time, doc. im gonna vamoose, as it were.
Dragulsec: *coughing* "Y-You won't get away with this! I'll report this! They'll lock you away, Lightning, you madman!"
lewin: funny you should say that. i intend to have you prosecuted~
-elsewhere-
Lucy: *waves to the cafe manager* "Hello!"
manager: good morning, lucy. ready to start the day?
Lucy: *smiles, nods* "Ready!" *grabs the apron* "I wonder how busy it'll get."
*the door opens*
manager: welcome.
Q: ^w^ *waves his doll's hand* "Hello!"
higuchi: *nods*
Lucy: ._.;
-elsewhere-
kirako: ok, i brought everyone's orders. ^^
Kyoka: "Thank you." *smiles*
Kunikida: "Thank you very much. That was very kind of you."
fukuzawa: .....
Kyoka: "...Sir? You aren't touching your food. Do you anticipate it is poisoned?"
fukuzawa: im more concerned for miss haruno.
kirako: sir, im fine, really.
Kunikida: "Did you make sure to buy a meal for yourself?"
kirako: just something light.
Kunikida: "I see..."
Kyoka: "Can always have my fortune cookie." *holds up hers*
kirako: thank you kyouka.
sylvia: *noms her food* t-thank you!
Kyoka: ^^
Kunikida: "How did your check-up go?"
kirako: well, i did get a good report.
Kunikida: "Oh? That's great."
-elsewhere-
nana: *intently staring at a book*
Ria marcelo: "It's okay--try saying it aloud."
nana: hmm......aaa....pp...ley?
Ria marcelo: "Apple?"
nana: yeah, this thing. *points to a picture of an apple in the book*
Ria marcelo: "Right. It's a fruit that comes in a variety of colors and flavors varying by sweetness and tartness."
nana: uhhhh.....huh?
Ria marcelo: "It's food."
nana: oh. ok.
Ria marcelo: "And it's a common word when learning English and other languages because it starts with the first letter in the alphabet, 'A.'"
nana: ah...which one is 'A'?
Ria marcelo: "The first letter." *circles the "A" in "apple" with her finger*
nana: oooh! i see.
Ria marcelo: "..." *small smile* "There are some other words that start with 'a,' too."
-elsewhere-
Kimizuki: *looking at ties* "Hmm...Red may be too intimidating."
shinoa: alright, we've picked out our dresses.
hyakuya: 7,7;
Yoichi: "Great! This'll be fun, like playing dress up!"
mitsuba: wouldnt be my first formal dinner party.
shinoa: same.
Yoichi: ^^; "I'm out of practice on formal dining etiquette."
mitsuba:...*glances at kimizuki*
Kimizuki: "Hmph. I'm familiar enough with the dining practices." *picks out a black tie*
-elsewhere-
Saria: *walks up to the counter* "Hello! I'll have--" O_O; *hides behind Lukas*
Monica: -_-# "Just give it to me."
lukas: um... ._.;
Monica: "SPIT IT OUT! I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY!"
Saria: >_< "Iced tea, please!"
-elsewhere-
kyouko: ......
Fujimoto: *reading, looks up* "Hey, kiddo--feeling a bit bored?"
kyouko: a bit stressed from studying and work, i guess. *sigh* i havent been this exhausted since working to pay off your medical bills.....
Fujimoto: "...You know, you had been saving up some money for a bit of travel..."
kyouko: ?? are you sure?
Fujimoto: *nods* "I think you need a break. Maybe I can help with your trip..."
kyouko: hmm.....
-elsewhere-
mami: feeling any better?
Crona: "Still lethargic, but less affected by whatever happened...Ragnarok has been a bit more unhinged but nowhere near as mindless when we were together."
mami: i see. do you need anything at the moment?
Crona: "...I'm kinda hungry." ^^; "Maybe pudding?"
mami: ok, two puddings coming up. ^^
Crona: "Thank you..." *looks out the window* "Maybe we could go out when I'm a little stronger."
mami: *nods*
*giggling is heard in the hallway*
mami: *looks*
Ragnarok: *in the apartment hallway, talking to a neighbor* "--then I said, 'It's supposed to be flat--it's roadkill!'"
old woman: ._.;;
Ragnarok: "So, how long you been living here? Since Peloponnesian or Trojan War?"
mami: hello mrs onozuka. he isnt bothering you is he?
mrs onozuka: hello mami, dearie. is he a friend of yours? ^^;
mami: more of a permanent house guest. 7_7;
mrs onozuka: that reminds me, how is chrona? i heard they were in the hospital.
mami: they're doing much better. i was actually about to make some food for them.
Ragnarok: "Not since they pulled me out of Cro--"
mami: *shoves ragnarok back inside*
Ragnarok: >_<# "You jerk! I'm making headway with that octogenarian!"
mrs onozuka: if you'd like, i could bring over some of my homemade ohagi. ^^
mami: that would be lovely, thank you. ^^
Ragnarok: "MAKE ME SOME TOO, MRS. O!"
-elsewhere-
kim: ugh...feels like we've been walking forever!
Jacqueline: *looking at the trail* "Maybe they are trying to confuse us--meandering."
kilik: ......
ox: *shivering*
Harvar: "This is the part in the horror film where someone gets pulled away screaming to their death."
ox: can you not? im cold enough as it is!
Thunder: *striking a stick along the trees*
-something growls-
Fire: O_O;
ox: EEK!
kim: ?!?
Harvar: *gets in front of Ox*
-something comes charging at them-
kim: jackie!
Jacqueline: "Right!" *transforms*
kilik: fire, thunder, let's go!
Fire and Thunder: *transform*
-a large green creature charges-
creature: *GRRAOOOOOOO*
Jacqueline: "!!!"
Fire + Thunder: "HOLY MOLEY!"
Harvar: "??? Are we in The Green?"
-the creature swings a fist at them-
Jacqueline: *lets out a fire in the air* "Get back, Kim!"
kim: *jumps back* jackie, blast it!
Jacqueline: *blasts it*
creature: *SCREECHES*
Thunder: "??? Are they upset we're on their land?"
kim: why dont we try asking it. OOOI! WHAT DO YOU WANT!
creature: *SHRIIEEEK*
ox: *dodging* ?? hey! there's something in it's back!
Harvar: *looks*
-in the creature's back is a black shard that looks like glass, but has an orange glow to it, similar to the creature's eyes-
Harvar: "Looks magic-y."
kim: *looks* !! we need to get it out!
Jacqueline: "Touching it directly may be dangerous. It may be safer to use a weapon to dig it out. I suggest using Harvar."
Harvar: -_-; "Thank you for your concern."
kim: and after we get it out, we need to destroy it.
kilik: you recognize it?
kim: *nods* it's a binding shard. witches use them to control living beings sometimes.
Jacqueline: "Who wants to be the distraction?"
kim: hey you big lug! over here! >XP
creature: *ROARS and attacks*
Jacqueline: "Oh boy..." *blasts up to let Kim fly over*
creature: *swings a fist at them*
Fire + Thunder: *charge up*
kilik: *runs at the creature*
Fire: "FIRE FIST!"
Thunder: "THUNDERSTRUCK!"
-SHAFWOOM-
creature: *SCREEEEEEEEEEEE*
Harvar: "Ox, now!"
ox: HYAAAH!!
*direct hit*
creature: *SCREEEEEEEEE*
Harvar: "Now get back!"
ox: *jumps back*
Jacqueline: "Kim, what happens now to it?"
kim: we need to smash the shard!
Fire: "Punch it!"
-POW-
-SHATTER-
Thunder: ^o^
-the beast stops. then a blue light appears in it's eyes, staring at them-
Jacqueline: "Did it work?"
Harvar: "No, the beast got contact lenses."
Jacqueline: -_-#
-the creature looks at them, letting out a low growl, as if to say 'thank you', then walks off-
Fire: "Bye bye!"
kim: well, i think that's case closed...
kilik: guys....i think that thing may have been the forest guardian...
Thunder: "Huh--that would make a lot of sense."
kim: i thought forest guardians looked like huge bucks?
kilik: in some cases, they do. the appearance of the guardian changes depending on the state of the forest it protects.
Jacqueline: "So this mossy forest..."
kim:...we should probably go now.
-elsewhere-
Black Star: *huffs, puffs* "...OKAY! AGAIN!"
Hyde: *operating a wrecking ball* "Okay!" *swings the wrecking ball--*
Black Star: *stares...pulls back his fist, and--*
*CRACK*
tsubaki: what on earth?!
licht: idiocy. idiocy is happening.
Black Star: *knocks the freaking wrecking ball away--as it flies off the chain and towards Licht and Tsubaki*
ochako: *gravities the chain and sends it up*
Hyde: "Woot! Look at that sucker fly!"
Black Star: "Damn! I can't believe I knocked that thing away! Looks like I'm getting this strength thing under control!"
Fitzgerald: "THE HELL ARE YOU PEOPLE DOING WITH MY WRECKING BALL?!"
Hyde: "..." *runs for it*
ochako: YEEP!!
Mr. Uraraka: "Oh, hey kids! Careful on the equipment."
Fitzgerald: *picks up a pebble, throws it--and it smashes Hyde into the ground*
ochako: D8>
licht: ?!?!?
Hyde: *buried*
Fitzgerald: "Hmph. Not even worth $25."
-elsewhere-
Tetsutetsu: *staring at the list* "So many flavors...So many desserts..."
pony: they all sound so delish!
Sen: "Hmm...Maybe just something simple--like fudge ripple..."
Tetsutetsu: *staring at the sundaes*
Yosetsu: "Just a little bit before our training kicks into high gear!"
nirengeki: maybe i'll just get something small.
reiko: i suppose i'll treat myself to the chocolate fudge.
tokage: you sure, yanagin? it's a bit pricey.
reiko: *nods*
Hiryu: "Ibara, you want anything?"
ibara: i'll just have vanilla.
kinoko: dude, that's rad.
Hiryu: *nods* "That red velvet is calling my attention..."
-elsewhere-
mina: you think horses have dreams?
Jirou: "??? Probably. Animals make noises when they sleep and all..."
mina: what do you think they dream about?
eijiro: horse stuff i guess?
Hagakure: "Like winning the Derby?"
mina: maybe.
-elsewhere-
Todoroki: "??? What happened to your friend?"
Hyde: X___X
ochako: antics happened. ^^;
licht: *staring at todoroki*
Todoroki: "...Oh. Hello, um, 'bro.'"
licht: hello again brother, angel of the frozen flame.
Todoroki: -_-; "Not the moniker I intend to use for superheroism, but poetic."
-elsewhere-
Rin: *sitting under bamboo, has a monkey on his head* "I don't see what the big deal is..." *hands a grape up to the monkey* "The baby isn't out yet, so you still got time..."
Monkey: ^w^ *eating*
izumo: i guess they wanted so celebrate anyway.
Rin: "Yeah, but I mean his panicking over something that isn't happening yet--still got time to learn diapering, burping, cholic, warming up milk--"
izumo: how do you know about all this stuff?
Rin: "The old man kept seeing mothers all the time, so someone had to look after the kids while he was doing whatever with them."
izumo: i see...
Bon: "What a mother."
-elsewhere-
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ffs im doing it againnnnn. i google and read shit that scares me but then i wont do anything abt it except for overthink and get anxious and fuck shit up and be an annoyance and then hate myself for doing this again but still go back and hope for him to forgive my emotional ass
im just so scared of fucking shit up again. i know i cant change the world, i need to change my attitude and know that i can get through shit even if people leave me. I CAN!! i am strong enough!!! i HAVE improved!!! i CAN! i have people who loved me and truly cares for me!!!!!! things are goong well with other people. people i dont really care about but they’re still evidente that i AM FUNCTIONING AND NOT COMPLETELY CRAZY
but those people were and are nt’s. even if im a paranoid emotional bitch who cant really feel it, i at least got some rationality that tells me that not everyone is after me.
its different with him.
i dont know if i actually care about him or if its my issues and insecrities or his manipulative charm that draws me to him but the feeling i get is so intense. and it scARES ME!!!! he could totally just take advantage over me?? i dont want to be paranoid, i want to BELIEVE HIM but my anxiety and all these other quotes and posts i read tells me i should get the hell away from people like him. and like....... i dont know if its just me overthinking or if its actually dangerous? im weak, i dont trust myself with him. im weak for him.
the fact that im more anxious because of him should be a sign right?? but on the other hand he makes me feel more alive. life is interesting with him but im also scared thats ”a part of it”. everyone says its a nice experience in the beginning. that they’re oh so charming to inpress you but then they’re going go change and its going to be to late.
and what does THAT MEAN? too late?? i dont think he would murder me or become physically violent, but his apathy will definitely hurt me either way. it STILL hurts me NOW and he’s not even doing anything ”mean”. like.... that’s who he is. he doesnt even have to manipulate me, the fact that he cant feel or give emotional love is hard enough for me to accept lmao.
and i mean he told me about his disorder? isnt that something? he seems pretty carefree. he answers most of my questions but he doesnt talk much about himself at all. he just seems bored. he told me he used to think people were annoying and slow (high IQ + narcissistic traits) but that he realised its not the world, but he who is different. and now the only thing he lives for is like his goals.
at first i thought he wanted to hurt and use me. instincitvely. he used to compare me to a deer, careful and beautoful (wow, such a charmer, so poetic) and in that case he’s a predrator. a social oredrator. he can take any shape he wants. its not me or his ”love” for me holding him in place, it’s only him. only him. him and the moral compass he set for himself. i dont think he wants to hurt me for fun, but he definitely would without doubt if i ever got in his way. perhaps not MORE than necessary, but as much as needed for him to get what he wants. but he’s patient. definitely. and i sont know why im worth waiting for. i dont know what i have to offer him.
we had sex yesterday. it was nice. but he’s one horny fuck and im emotional. he doesnt seem to care about the emotional stuff because the physical part is the only thing he can feel anywyas. all the love-shit yesterday (and any other day) is for me.... or for him... idk. i dont think its necessary for him but he does it because i want it and i guess that could be seen as nice?? at least he thinks so. he gets annoyed and anused when i question his sincerity. (says he might as well cheat and shit but like... yeah and u might as well be a mudder too whats your point??) but on the other hand he probably wants something more in te end. like my trust or something? it cant be sex. it wasnt THAT good and i he doesnt really care about the person he has sex with. he doesnt think of people, barely watch actual people but more lile hentai and the idea of sex. it could be control and power though. i know he wants me to test new things. one time i felt like he forced and treatebed me to drink coffee despite me not wanting to and i did. and i felt SHIT afterwards and i got SO paranoid and isolated myself for a week and he was a bitch about it and basically told me i overreacted and yeah maybe i was because i got SCARED of him and what he can do but i also could’ve handled it better and not let it scare me an understand i have a choice etc. but anyways, he’s stopped with that shit at least the threatening part like ”if you dont taste this coffe i made you im taking away the blanket”. and now he just liggtly pressures me. which i have to admit is okay? it made me try tea and i liked the tea. he also wants me to pierce myself and i actually would like that. he made me send him lewds (kind of) but i stopped because idk, i didnt like i. and idk i am happy i tried. im insecure and he makes me more adventurous. i just dont hope he will pressure me more or it would get worse. he’s like ”i would never force anyone to do anything” like yeah thanks thats.... nice to know.... he’s so weird. he makes offensive jokes that i bormlly would get extremely teiggered by but...... its different with him. i DO get annoyed but i also know there’s literally zero behind his jokes. i asked him if he likes the rection but he says he likes the power over the situation he has. he likes to tease me but he always makes sure i know its only joking and im not being serious. it seems like he likes the fact that he COULD leave me thinking he was serious but he choses to not. idk though, cus the fact that he always tells me when he does something ”not manipulative” is a bit..... suspicious lmao. he’s asked me to smoke weed though and im like super pure but honestly why not. he also made me drink and masturbate next to him. wow, he’s made me do a lot of stuff..... but idk, i lile the praise afterwards LMAO
so im just here trying go figure out what the fuck it is?? he doesnt talk much about himself or the people in his life. i asked about his friends and family but the only one he talks about is his ex girlfriend and best friend. at first i was so skeptical i was like ”omg why would she be with him, is she also a victim of his manipulation, or maybe she’s the same?” but idk. she seems ”normal”. he admitted she had similar issues to emotionally connect with people like him but that she’s not aspd. i also happen to know she’s a chinese adoptee as well and to compare with my own attatchment issues it wouldnt surprise me if she got the opposite of me.
anyways, at first glance you would think he loves her dearly. but when thinking about it he doesnt really express any love. just appreciation and thats what he said himself. for practical reasons. they help each other, he with her medical shit and she with his finances or something. and i want to believe in that. that he’s just looking for good deals with people. i get something out of him and he gets something from me. not anything emotional, but not necessarily him using people either. and he can be emotional, he is trying to be emotional for me. COGNITIVE EMPATHY THOUGH!!!
i dont know. i hope it is like this. i dont want to believe all the shit stories about narcissists, psychopaths and sociopaths. yes i am low key scared to death that he one day will snap, change comPLETELY cus that’s basically who he is. i just hope.......... he won’t lmao. and i hope he wont just use me when he’s got what he’s wanted. and i reALLY hope i wont settle for his fake love. i deserve some REAL ACTUAL LOVE. i dont mind living in a fairytale with him someimes but i DO NOT want to lose myself to him. i deserve love, i deserve someone who loves me like i love them. no matter how much or how good he imitates love he wont ever be able to. PLEASE DONT SETTLE FOR THAT.
ive KIND OF come to accept who he is and that was hard enough for me, but i did it because he makes me do things and he makes me feel like i want it. also im scared that im too obsessed. like i really dont find anything interesting except for him. thats NOT a good sign. i feel like i both gain and lose myself with him. being with him is like living in a bubble. but when i meet other people everything’s as normal. i just dont want to isolate myself.
i dont think he would turn my friends or family against me
he says he teases the people he feel comfortable with. i cant get that. he’s changed. i sometimes feel like im a little sister. he took me very seriously at first and was very respectful and kind. now when he’s mee comfortable he’s more of a dick abd more straight forward when he thinks im overthinking or negative or annoying. and i am. i am annoying with him. its so weird but the moment i see him my EMO JUMPS OUT. i can be fun with other people and talk about other things and watch stuff but when im with him i just want to talk about sad stuff and feelings abd myself lmaooo. and yeah he finds it annoying and i get that. but i guess its cus we’re both a bit comfortable?
however he doesnt tease his ex/bff he says. its so weird, he says she was in charge in their relationship and i just cant imagine that cus hes so dominant. he said he started to respect his body etc AFTER their relationship so idk but i still cant imagine it cus he’s still doesnt feel empathy so there was no reason for him to obey her?? im curious about their relationship. i wonder what it was like......
what scares me is that i always feel inferior to him. thats ny good in a relationship. at the same time its the way i imagine relationships. he protecs me and i’ll obey him. its not that im always inferior, i tell him to piss off and fuck you when im annoyed. bit thats only joke. when tt gets serious he is always right. kind of. he’s like a dad as well. idk
all these posts are about sociopaths literalky tappning on thet victims and being CRUEL. but he’s not cruel, he’s just aprhtic, ubemotional. of course he CAN BE CRUEL, everyone can, but he chose not to. at least not yet. UGH. i feel so good with him. it felt better after a week with bo contact but i still wanted him because i was afraid i would lose him if i wanted more. which makes no sense because if i dont want him then i wouldnt want him. but wat if satt with him. i read blir people being married to sociopaths for 20+ years and i dont eant to be robbed 20 years!!!
he values actions more than words. in many ways he’s more high-functioning than me, and im a normal neurotypical while he’s an antisocial. thats why i was drawn to him anywyas. i wanted his help to handle my feelings and stuff. but idk. when he apologizes he doesnt mean it, but he still stops. when i apologize i mean it, but i dont stop. he could help me stop and he wants me to stop. bit thats also the only thing he values and it males me feel unappreciated sometimes when i actually TRY MY HARDEST
all these posts also fuck me up because idk if they’ve just encountered a mean sociopath, a mean normal neurotypical or if its just a sociopath. like i feel like people only focus in the bad stuff and call anyone ubemotional and cold abd mean a sociopath. thats not what i want to hear. i want to learn about them objectively??? they cant feel i get that. its mostly just girls writing about their fuckboy ens. like he thought i thought of him as a fuckboy but i dont. hes not a fuckboy, i hate fuckboys even more than i hate him. fuckboys are like..... just MEAN. for no reason. lmao idk. i mean he’s mean because he cant FEEL, he has no conscience. fuckboys are mean and so feel guilt but they pretend they dont and thats just pathetic. this persson id mature. fuckboys arent. hes sometimes immature too i guess UGH and narcisstisk UGH but lile..... idk. i just wouldnt go for him if he was a fuckboy. i dont get attracted to fuckboys OR bad blys
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what program/brushes do you use for your art? it's so damn pretty
Easy Paint tool SAI and the default pen/brush/marker tools, mostly! and thank you!!! ;^;
Anon said:When I was a kid I would've had a crush on Akane
HECK that’s such a compliment!! Thank you!!!
Anon said:Couldn't Akane technically Control/move Kiri's hair since it's dyed? I mean it's like his hair is stained meaning it's not alive! so Akane finally warms up to him and messes with him or plays with his hair?
She can and she did! I drew her doing just that both in the first and in the fourth thing I posted about her! :D
Anon said:okay i don't know if this is coming through but i have just looked through your entire blog(can only go 4 years back) and let me just say you are wonderful, I absoluty LOVE how you paint/draw like its sooo pretty??? like dnjwcfehbi i cant describe it, (part 1) || like you are wonderful, I absolutely LOVE how you paint/draw like it's so pretty??? like dnjwcfehbi I can't describe it like it's absolutely Fabulous, Stunning, Amazing, Lovely and it looks so smoooooth like what????how??But anyways love your art and love you keep being Amazing! (part 2)
AH GOD THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!! This is such a sweet ask to get TT^TT (and you can only go 4 years back because the blog is 4 years old! Can’t believe you actually went through it all!!)
Anon said:I really love your art style and your comics are so cute and I love how you draw older Bakugou and Kirishima!! It’s all so wonderful! Thank you for sharing it with everyone!
Oh man thank you!! ;;; I’m so happy yo know you like them!!!!!! TTOTT
Anon said:the level of FLUFF and KOOKIENESS and SOFT and MARSHMALLOW and MY HEART CAN'T TOOK THIS IS is so much I could die.
PLEASE DON’T DIE I LOVE YOU !!!!!
Anon said:I love everything about Akane's au. Her, her interactions with Bakugou, how she dislikes Kirishima but is beginning to warm up to him, the boys' aged-up designs. Everything. It's all amazing. Thank you for bringing it into my life!
Nggghhhhhhhh no anon thank you for liking her!!!!
Anon said:Currently procrastinating on my essay to go through your blog because it de-stresses me and I love your art so much like seriously h e l p
GAH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! /////
Anon said:There's something I'm not understand in your AU children kiribaku. She adopted by bakugo or she is a kid bakugou have with someone. ( I'm really really sorry for my English )
Adopted!
Anon said:Your comics are so cute and funny! I'm loving the story with Akane, the last update was great! I really like the way you draw the characters, like your style is so nice. Thanks for making my day better with your art!
G o d thank you So Much!!!!!!
Anon said:Akane is adorable, and I absolutely love the comics that you upload of her, but also on top of that your mohawk Bakugo has cleared my skin, watered my crops, and brought me back from the dead at LEAST twice.
I’M REAL GLAD TO HEAR THAT because mohawk Bakugou owns my whole soul and it’s nice to know I’m not alone in that hahaha
Anon said:What are some ways Akane messes with Kiri (or used to) when he wears red clothes? Does she often do that? Does she do it when Baku's not home, or when he is so that she can hammer in just how much she dislikes Kiri? Has she ever done anything major that caused her to be really reprimanded by Baku, but being the best person in the world Kiri did not get angry?
She really only ever gets pissy (or used to! they’re starting to get along better !!!) at Kiri when she feels jealous for whatever reason, and that doesn’t happen as often as it seems through my doodles, so it’s not like she’s always antagonistic towards him! Mostly she just ignores him, so no, it doesn’t happen often at all! And she’s never gone further than messing his hair up or tugging a bit at his clothes, since she doesn’t have the strength to move Kiri all that much haha the only reason she managed to have him fall the first time was because he was balancing already, but generally Kiri weighs way too much for her to move him around or pull at the red stuff he’s wearing enough for him to notice it all that much
anyway, Baku never reprimended her for it - not more than he did in the first comic I posted with them, at least, specifically because the damage she can make is so minor that Kiri and Baku barely consider it something to tell her off for... if she were ever to act that way towards someone she might actually hurt (say, a kid her own age) then Baku might reprimend her more seriously, but as long as she’s just tugging at Kiri’s clothes they don’t see it as anything worth fighting her over :D
Anon said:Just sent an ask, so forgive me for this one, but I'd love to get this straight: in the Akane AU Kiri and Baku graduated and share an apartment, are madly into each other, but they neither has made a move on the other yet? Perhaps that should be sad, but it's 100% adorable.
I know I shouldn’t say this as I made the au myself, but I find the arrangement pretty dang adorable too haha they act like a married couple anyway, so it’s like... pining while the rest of the world already considers them an item? and the pining is mostly about stuff like ahhhh I wanna tell him I love him or ahhhhhh god I wanna kiss him, but then they’ll fall asleep on the couch together or hold hands just for the hell of it or cook for each other or make plans that always involve each other and all in all act as each other’s partner, so it’s mostly just like *Kaminari voice* “God these oblivious idiots” hahaha
Anon said:That latest Akane comic melted my heart like you often do. Though for a moment, I expected Eijirou to say "I don't want Katsuki to be my dad, I want him to be my daddy" XD Though that would not sound like him. Props for his adorable interactions with Scarlet Death Queen Witch.
Anon you don’t get it that’s exactly why I had him say “be his son” instead of “be my dad” LMAO it was like, a conscious wording decision hahaha thank you so much for liking my girl, btw!!!
Anon said:Fran! I was just wondering if you would be willing to post your Demon Kiri and Angel Baku art on Redbubble? I'd love to buy a print of it!! Totally understand if not. Also your newer Akane comics are killing me, they're so damn cute!! So yeah love you and your beautiful art! Hope you have an awesome year!!
I CAN TRY I think I did try last time I updated my rb? But the format of the pic made it hard to use it for a lot of things so I gave up??? I can try again tho!!! Thank you for being interested in buying it!!! And thank you for liking Akane too!!!!!
Anon said:is katsuki and kirishima not together in the adopted child comics or is there gonna be a plot to them getting together? 👀
I’m not really writing anything cohesive for it so I wouldn’t call it a plot point, but yeh they still aren’t together! And I wanna have them get to the point in which they are together!!! :D
Anon said:I'm gonna die why do you do this with your adorable art my god
PLEASE!!!!! DON’T DIE!!!!!!!!!!!
Anon said:Your Akane + KiriBaku comics are adorable and I love the relationships that exist between them. I can't wait to see more of them!
Thank you so much!!!!!!!!!!! I hope I won’t disappoint!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anon said:I love your art so much!! Especially the little Akane au (so freaking cute!!!!). Random question: if you’ve ever seen Lucifer, who do you think would fit his character? Have an awesome day!
I haven’t seen it, sorry :((( but thank you for liking my girl!!!!!!
Anon said:I apologize if this has already been thought of but i feel as though when akane gets older and if she decides to be a hero, part of her costume could include useful red objects mayhaps?? Such as a shield or daggers or handcuffs so if there’s a lack of red around her she isn’t in a complete ditch. But i love your work sm ahhh💕💕
Yes!!! That’s the plan!!!!! I don’t think I’ll ever draw a teen version of her character but I MIGHT mention this idea in the current timeline, I like the idea so much TT^TT
Anon said:Hey there, I am absolutely obsessed with Akane like I love her so much wow but anyways I was wondering if you've ever drawn tododeku/ will in the future?
Thank you!!!! And I have drawn them in the past (under my tododeku tag!) and I might draw them again in the future, though currently I’m in a pretty big izu//ocha mood so I dunno when that will happen!
Anon said:I love your art so much like??? Help???
THANK YOU TTATT
Anon said:Y'know it could be gayer c'mon
This ask has been in my inbox for 17 days and I still don’t know what it means ??? but I laughed a lot when I got it so thank you anon and yes, definitely, everything could always be gayer that’s just how the world goes
Anon said:I swear you drew an older version of the krbk kids and it wasn't a fever dream I'm currently frantically searching through your blog rn help
I DID that post is CURSED anon, you can look it up through any of the tags I used to tag it and it won’t show up it won’t and I don’t know why!! I always lose it exactly because of this reason I have zero idea why it does this but??? okay I guess???????????
anyway if you still want it it’s here
Anon said:If Akane can control red things, does she low-key also have control over things that are pink and orange depending on how reddish in hue they are? I love her btw. Such a smol bean who could probably kick my ass!
What a good question you got there!! She has control over everything that has a color that falls in the red wavelength of the visible spectrum - that does include certain tones of pink and certain tones of orange, but there’s a point where orange gets too yellow or pink gets too white that her powers stop working. As long as the red in the color is more than any other hue, though, her powers work!
Anon said: im just imagining if baku takes akane with him when he is going to work and is there with kiri and akane help kiri with his hair bc she is suffering when he tries to style it himself
Once they start getting along better Akane and Kiri actually start helping each other with their hair! They’re both very particular about it so they understand each other as far as that topic goes haha
Anon said:Hi I just wanted to say I’m really enjoying what you are doing in your latest drawing. The contrast with the thick sketchy lines and the thinner crisp ones and the spaces that have no defined line! It’s cool to see you experiment with your line work while staying true to your natural style! Sorry if this came off weird but I love seeing talented artists try pushing the boundaries of their style it’s really visually/conceptually interesting! :)
AH MAN thank you so much I’m so happy to know you like that tool TT^TT it’s really super comfy to use, so it’s nice to know someone finds it visually appealing too!!! thank you!!!!!
Anon said:Is there any chance you could make a masterpost of the aus you do? It's a lot to scroll down to the beginning of a concept u have sometimes and it can be unclear when they start
They all have a tag they’re under, tho? If I’ve made more than one post about them! I have so many AUs going around that making a masterpost with all of them is a bit... mostly so since I don’t know for how many I’ll actually go back on! But if the tags don’t really work for you (generally the link is gonna look like https://franeridart.tumblr.com/tagged/[here goes the tag]/chrono to have it in chronological order) then I can try? I can’t promise I’ll find a comfortable way to do this, tho orz sorry!
Anon said:This might be an odd ask but does Akane like Jirou? I feel like they would get along really well. And how about her grandma Mitsuki? Since she takes after Katsu who takes after her, they could make an adorably angry trio
She hasn’t spent much time with Jirou yet so right now she’s mostly meh about her (though right now she only actually likes Bakugou, and she’s warming up to Kiri, but that’s about it). She doesn’t mind Mitsuki, but she hasn’t spent too long with her either! She yells a bit too much at her dad tho, which Akane isn’t particularly fond of (protective bean that she is, she doesn’t get that that’s just their way of communicating just yet), so out of her grandparents she prefers Masaru, after all~
#fran answers#a bunch of asks i had forgotten about after closing the inbox!!!#jesus im a disaster#i was sure i had a couple asks more in here but i can't find them so...???#ah well#either way i'm sorry these took so long my brain is seriously all over the place lately#go d s#anonymous
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