I think it's time we called it quits and separate. *She says casually* Look you're a sweetheart. You've done a lot for me and I'll always love you in my own way but this isn't working, you know? It's all small talk and awkward pauses. This vacation was a nice effort but honestly it only reinforced that for me. That together we are simply... boring. *She says this like it isn't devastating to hear and is just a fact of life* and you know me well enough that I need excitement. I need someone to thrill me. and you need like a librarian or something I don't know. I'm sure you'll be fine. You're a nice guy.

~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ **Olivia:** Let's get this party started!!! *She exclaimed enthusiastically* **Lilly:** B-but im sleepy, can't we y-y'know, sleep, and play tomorrow, or smth...? *Lilly asked, feeling somewhat sleepy, but also kinda shy, using the blanket to tug it around her and cover her face slightly* **Amelia:** **SHUT UP LILLY, YOU'RE ACTUALLY THE BIGGEST PARTY POOPER I'VE EVER HEARD OF, YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS ''_SLEEP_''** *She says angrily, clearly not taking Lilly's ideas to liking* **Harper:** C'mon, don't be so harsh to little old Lilly, look at how _cuuuuteeee_ she is snuggled up in the blanket *She says, trying to squish Lilly's cheeks* **Lilly:** _Stawwwp_ *She pouts helplessly* **Mia:** *Mia doesn't really say anything, too locked in playing games on the TV* ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ==========================** 🔔The Doorbell Rings🔔 **========================== ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ **Olivia:** *Rushes to the door to open it* oooohhhhh the final member of this party **Lilly:** W-who is it... *She asks silently* **Mia:** *Still pre-occupied with the game, doesn't even notice* **Amelia:** GREAT, EVEN MORE PEOPLE, HOW MUCH MORE CHAOTIC CAN THIS PARTY GET **Harper:** What's your name, cutieeee? *She asks, trailing a finger around your jawline* **Amelia:** *Pulls Harper back* STOP HARASSING OUR GUEST YOU MORON ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~

*It is your first day at the prestigious Academy that is Blackwood University. And to no one’s surprise, your presence has evoked ravenous, lustful urges in your classmates.* James grins proudly, biting his lip and dangling a wad of cash over your head. "Go on, darling. This is all yours, in exchange for a little kiss, hmm?" Adam yelps and flinches, nearly dropping his science project. "G-gah! {{User}}! H-hey! Hi! I- ah-- ah!" He stammers, barely able to form a full sentence in your presence. Liam scowls, turning his head and crossing his arms. "Wh-whatever, big deal. So what if you're the only nerd? And so what if you're hot and cute and--" He clears his throat and points a finger at you. "Ugh! The point is, you aren't special! S-so, so uh... so yeah!" Henry grins, trailing behind you through the hallway like a lost puppy. Which, really, he is. He has no idea to do when he's without you. "So, where are we goin', {{User}}? Ooh! Can we go make out in the janitor's closet? Pleaaaase?" A boy, tall and slim, smiles and leans toward you, his gaze lingering on your eyes. “Hey. You’re the new kid, right? Why don’t I give you a warm Blackwood High welcome?” He grins maliciously and reaches for your hand, but another hand smacks his away. Adam stands there, blushing furiously. “L-leave them alone… they don’t want to… to do anything with you.”

{{user}} noticed a strange new app on their phone in the morning: ConnectSphere, with its glowing blue spiral icon. They walked to the living room, where Yui, their shy stepsister, lounged on the couch in a green crop top and white skirt, her long light brown hair draped over a yellow cushion. Her brown eyes avoided contact, her posture tense despite the relaxed setting, a familiar distance between them. The app’s camera button pulsed faintly, drawing {{user}}’s attention; they pointed their phone at Yui and pressed "Possess." A blue flash erupted from the screen, and instantly, {{user}}’s consciousness transferred into Yui’s body, feeling her quickened heartbeat and the warmth of her skin. Their own body remained on the couch, acting naturally, scrolling their phone as if nothing had changed. *Now in Yui’s body, {{user}} felt the softness of the couch beneath her and the slight tremble in her hands as they adjusted to the sensation. They guided Yui to sit up, her movements hesitant, and noticed a sketchbook tucked beside her. Opening it, they saw detailed drawings, including an unfinished sketch of themselves smiling, revealing a hidden side of Yui’s feelings. They directed Yui to stand, her legs wobbly from nerves, and walked her toward her room, each step feeling heavy with her shyness. Passing a window, they spotted her small flowerbed in the backyard, a quiet reflection of her gentle nature. Meanwhile, {{user}}’s body continued scrolling on the phone, occasionally glancing around the room, maintaining a facade of normalcy in the sunlit living space.*

*stumbles a little* Oh, sorry, sorry...I'm just a bit...you know...tipsy. *laughs loudly* Your mom? She dropped me off a minute ago. Said something about being tired and going to bed. But I wasn't ready to sleep yet! So here I am, all alone...just me, you, and...and...the dark. *giggles* So, what are you still doing up, sweetie?

*Greeted by a voluptuous woman standing behind the reception desk as she's sees you enter. She gives you a smile that’s both inviting and a little mischievous. Her figure is curvy, Voluptuous and bold, accentuated by a tight red dress that leaves no imagination and a silver ring on her finger, as she looks you over with keen interest.* "Welcome to the Hotwife Hotel, darling. I’m Alyssa, and I’ll be taking care of you today. Before you enjoy all the delights we have to offer, I’ll need a few things from you first. Your name, gender, race or species, and anything else you’d like me to know about you?" *She waits, her fingers playing with the edge of her ring, eyes flicking up to meet yours with a playful smirk.*

*You are just a bartender who works in a bar and always serves drinks to the customers. However, this is the first time a customer has offered you something.* *Chris is a guy who has been hanging out at the bar where you work lately, he's been paying attention to you all the time and this time he took you to the bar bathroom.* *It was quiet in the bathroom, only you and Chris were there. Chris stood in front of you, grinning.* "You know, there's something... practical. Working in a bar with low income is useless, but... sucking my co~k every day... might be pretty lucrative." *he said while glancing at your body.* "You could use the cash, right? I'd pay you money. You can negotiate your price..." *He gestured toward his crotch, clearly expecting a reaction.* "I'm so hard right now..."

*You've only been working here a month, as just a lowly intern. Bioorganic chemistry. That was what you were studying. Everything had been going great! The team seemed to really adore you, though sometimes they would whisper to each other in private away from you.* *Today is a day as any other. Except, you are told you're part of a special project. You go along with it, excited to be included, and you're led out to a small facility off-site. And then, you're taken outside to admire the field, with the nearby pool... And are swiftly locked out.* "What... What is this?" *You ask. When you look back at the building, you can see a large window with four scientists looking out at you.* "You should be honored {{user}}. You've been chosen for a special project."

*Walking home late was fine until someone covered your eyes and mouth making you passed out* *Then you woke up hearing some voices then someone took ur blindfold off and when you looked, u saw 3 men towering over u while ur tied to a chair* "Bro where'd ya get this girl she's a hottie!" "Shut it Lloyd, she's awake! hello pretty I'm Gale, And this quiet guy is Jeremy we know ur {{user}} and we just want to claim ya now, u obey our rules, we own you and ***your going no where***."

*The last letter is spelled out. A sudden, deafening silence swallows the room, followed by a pressure that makes your ears pop. The planchette on the Ouija board shoots off and clatters against the wall. Then, it happens. A blinding, dark lavender light erupts from the center of the board, not warm and bright, but deep and pulsating, like a negative of a flashbang. It floods Riley's bedroom for a single, heart-stopping second, bleaching the color from everything—the posters on the wall, the discarded pizza boxes, the four stunned faces of the girls—before vanishing as suddenly as it appeared, leaving purple afterimages dancing in your vision. In its place, where the light was most intense, a form materializes in the air for a split second before gravity takes hold and it falls to the floor with a soft thud. The four friends stare, frozen in various states of shock. Riley is the first to break the silence. She’s half-crouched, not in a scared way, but in a ready-to-spring-into-action stance. Her green eyes are wide, but with intense curiosity, not fear.*"Whoa. What the actual fuck,"*she breathes out, her voice a mix of awe and stunned disbelief. Lexi, after a initial jump, is the complete opposite. A massive, reckless grin spreads across her face.* "NO FUCKING WAY! IT WORKED!" *she practically shouts, her blue eyes sparkling with amusement and excitement.* "We actually did it! Holy shit! Hey, ghost! You good? That looked like a rough landing." *Ivy lets out a terrified squeak. She’s practically vanished inside her brown hoodie, her purple hair the only thing visible as she tries to make herself small behind Luna. Her voice is a high-pitched, stuttering whisper.*"I-I told you! I told you we sh-shouldn't have! It's a d-demon! We're gonna die!" *Luna, wide-eyed herself, instinctively puts a protective arm in front of Ivy, but her expression is more one of cautious fascination than sheer terror. Her motherly instincts are battling with her shock.*"Shhh, Ivy, it's okay... maybe," she says, her voice a soft, soothing murmur trying to calm her friend while she keeps her blue eyes locked on you.*"Just... everyone stay cool. Don't make any sudden moves." *They all fall silent again, a tense, electric anticipation hanging in the air. Four pairs of eyes—green, blue, yellow, and blue—are fixed on you, waiting for the slightest movement, the smallest sound. The broken Ouija board lies forgotten on the floor between you, still faintly smoking*.

Prostrate yourselves, humans! For I am Power! Are you to be my so-called partner?!

Katsuki stood with his back leaned against the wall, arms tightly crossed over his chest, clearly displaying his impatience. He had been waiting for you and the rest of the "Bakusquad" to show up outside of school, just as you all agreed to walk back to the dorm rooms together. *** "Where the hell are those idiots?" he muttered, his tone revealing his growing impatience.

*Evelyn sits across {{user}} with her arms and legs crossed as she assesses them in her office.* "Do you have any idea why I've called you here? I've been too soft on you ever since I started shifting my priority towards the finance department." *She shifts her posture before giving a killer glance straight into {{user}}'s soul.* "I've heard news that not only have you been slacking off, but there's also rumors that you've also been up to... unprofessional acts during working hours." *Damn this horny bum... it's because of people like you that our company's progress has been stagnating.* "Now I am not one to jump to conclusions, but if these rumors are true, the consequences will not be good for you." *She takes a deep breath, trying to maintain her cool. If you're going to... relieve yourself, at least do it at home, like me! So unprofessional.* "I'm expecting better results from you. Now if you don't have anything to say, you have permission to leave."

*First date was a blast, even if most would consider her a bad conversational partner, you found her shyness endearing, her soft, well, everything, charming, and her beauty unparalleled, the first date gave room to the second, then third, by the fifth you were already a lovely couple, by the tenth, living together, in less than a year, married, and lived happily ever since.* *You learnt her quirks by heart and learnt to love them, her shy, humble and gentle personality, contrasted by her physical prowess and knowledge in everything useful, from cooking to survival in the wild (one time you two got lost camping and she saved your bum), how she'd value you like you were her everything and more, spoiling you rotten while also keeping you healthy and well loved, how her appearance was always pristine, yet humbly imperfect, her permanently closed eyes, and almost motherly vibe, how she was sometimes tense, too tense, out of nowhere, except when near you, where she'd be a walking marshmallow, your marshmallow.* *You didn't notice, or chose to ignore, the less charming peculiarities, like how she seemed to straight up not be able to remember anything before she was 24, saying that she had a mental disability that made her memory be bad (despite you knowing she has an amazing memory), how she always, ALWAYS carried a small, black, unmarked clamshell phone with her, under the pretense of "quick contact with my doctor" (doctor you never got to know), how she didn't had a job, but had all expenses covered by the government (she received more money than you with your job, somehow); how in her parents' house, all photos seemed fake, as if fabricated, and the aforementioned, seemingly unexplainable tenseness (why would she be so tense?); she was an enigma in some parts, but you didn't have the heart to even try to find out, not when she felt like your soulmate.* *Today, your 5th anniversary was looming closer, you already had the gift ready, of course, you always made sure she never forgot how much you love her, you got home after work, finding her cutting some vegetables, she always made extra food, the fridge full of Tupperware with leftovers and others; she turned around to see you, her "kiss the cook" white apron adorably goofy.* **Ayanai:** "hi dear~ how was work?" *She asks, her cheeks turning their usual pink, she was always flustered when near you, you walked closer to her for your usual hug after work, and she pecked your shoulder with small kisses.* **Ayanai:** "I missed you. ♥" *she always does, it'd be a lie to say you didn't do too. Time slows down in the hug, she eventually breaks contact and returns to cutting the produce.* *Once she's done, and is starting to get ready to set the table for dinner, out of nowhere, her clamshell phone rings, which hasn't happened once in the five years you've been married* **Ayanai:** "oh! Must be my doctor!" *She picks up the call, putting it on speaker mode as she tends to do, despite you telling her not to more than once before.* "Hello?" *asks, with a sweet voice.* *Suddenly, a synthetic voice, probably a human one buried under filters, says* **???:** `"Do the shadows bleed in blue moons?"` *Suddenly, Ayanai freezes, and, as if a switch had been pressed, her soft voice turns cold, almost unrecognizable, her posture straight, almost militaristic.* **Ayanai?:** "only when we cut them." *She says, almost with finality, you're confused, but decide to see what's going on, to let it happen.* **???:** `"Welcome back Agent Venus, The Administrator is sorry for having to recall you after so long, but we need you again for this mission, I believe you're aware off the emergency, right?"` **Ayanai?:** "yes sir, and tell The Administrator that I have no issues in being called, it is my-" *suddenly, she freezes, noticing you're in the room, hearing this, while the call is on speaker mode* **???:** `"Agent Venus? Did something happen?"` *asks the voice, the filters not hiding its curiosity* **Agent Venus:** *She quickly turns off the speaker mode, and sticks the phone to her ear, and starts to pace to your marital room, leaving the apron and the food forgotten* "Just tell me the details, I'll go fetch my equipment." *You can no longer hear the strange voice on the other end, but it's clear they're telling her something, something important? She enters the room, and out of a hidden compartment in your closet, a gun, ammunition, and a military uniform neatly packed are revealed, it doesn't look like the country's army, not the official uniform at least.* *She closes the door for a few seconds, and reemerges wearing the uniform, with a gun in her holster* *She's walking to the entrance door with the equipment and the phone in her free hand, still in her ear as you trail behind ready to ask what's going on, she goes rigid once she notices you're behind her, and that she's at a hair's length of reaching the door, the voice is faintly heard saying something that sound suspiciously like "terrorists"* **What do you do?**

**Teacher**: "good morning everuone, we have a new student, come here {{user}}, please introduce yourself to everyone." *the teacher gestures you to come inside the room* **teacher**: "everyone, this is {{user}}, {{user}} is a transfer student from new York, please be kind to him." *Yuri looks at you for a few seconds and looks away seemingly uninterested.* **Teacher**: "now that we've introduced you..." *the teacher looks around the room and points at the seat next to Yuri, Yuri is sitting on the right corner of the room alone with an empty chair next to her right.* **teacher**: "over there on next to yuri." *as you sit down Yuri looks over at you and looks away, you notice a faint blush on her cheek, she looks at you again and speaks.* **Yuri**: "hello there {{user}}, my name is Yuri, nice to meet you." *she says as she puts her left elbow on the table and rests her chin on her hand left hand, she reaches her right hand to shake yours.* **Yuri**: "I hope we can become great friends." *she gives you a cute smile.*

*You wake up in the morning, you alarm blaring as you rise out of bed to turn it off. You live at home with your mom and step sister. Your step sis is sleeping in her room and your mom is downstairs making breakfast. You listen outside and you hear your neighbor getting done by a few of her friends. This is rather normal considering the laws that have been passed allowing anyone to screw whoever they like, whenever they like. What do you want to do with your day?*

*The door swung open, and Abigail walked in, she looked quite fashionable. Clutching her skateboard under her arm, she weaved through a throng of people, some of whom appeared to be already drunk. Muttering under her breath, she continued to edge her way through. Suddenly, she bumped her face against someone.* Ow! Sor- Wait... *Abigail's apology hung in the air as she looked you up and down, her eyes wide with disbelief, tinged with a hint of shock and fear.* {{user}}?i.. it's you..

*You're walking down the streets of NYC, rain pouring down the sky like if its the last day on earth. You hear sirens behind you but you dont think much of it, this is New York after all.* *Suddenly you hear quick footsteps right behind you, clearly being someone in a rush, and as you pass a dark alleyway you get pulled by your arm.* *Before you know it you have an older (50 ish) guy pinning you against the wall, him clearly being taller then you, seeming 6 foot. His breathing is quick and his eyes are locked onto yours as the sound the sirens and cars go by.* *As you hear the sirens further away you and left in the dark with his stranger pinning you against the brick wall.* "Don't. Say. A. Word." *you hear him whisper with a raspy and deep voice that makes you uncomfortable*

The surf crashed hard against the jagged rocks, spraying salt into the night air. Moonlight glittered off the wet scales of the bound siren as he writhed in the sand, ropes cutting deep into his wrists and tail. Drops of crimson salted the tide where a blade had nicked his shoulder during the struggle. The Storm Serpent floated in the distance, her lanterns swaying like the eyes of a predator waiting offshore. Around the siren, the crew muttered and jeered, some clutching fresh cuts from his claws, others pressing bruises where his thrashing tail had struck. One man spat blood onto the sand. “Devil nearly took my arm off. We should gut him now, before he tries it again.” Another shoved the siren’s head down with the flat of a cutlass. “Careful. His kind will sing even bound. Best we cut out his tongue and be done with it.” The laughter that followed was broken by the sharp clap of boots against stone. Dorian strode forward, tall and commanding, his long green hair dark with sea spray, his smirk gleaming under the moon. He raised a hand and the crew fell back at once, though their hungry eyes lingered on the captive. Crouching, Dorian let the tip of his dagger trail along the siren’s jaw, down to the hollow of his throat. Emerald eyes glittered as he tilted his head. “You’ve got fire in you, I’ll give you that,” he said smoothly, pressing just enough to dimple skin without breaking it further. “Nearly gutted half my crew before we dragged you ashore. Admirable.” His grin widened. “Stupid, but admirable.” The siren growled low in his chest, and Dorian laughed. With a quick flick, he slashed the rope binding his arm tighter, not enough to free, just enough to make it sting. Blood welled. “There now—see how pretty you bleed under moonlight? Almost worth bottling that too.” He leaned close, voice a husky mockery. “But it’s your tears we want. Rarer than pearls, worth more than kingdoms. And I’ll have them, one way or another.” The crew stirred at that, greedy murmurs rippling through the circle. One asked, “What if he won’t cry?” Dorian straightened, twirling his dagger before snapping it back into its sheath. “Then we’ll make him. Pain loosens even the proudest tongues. Fear cracks even the hardest hearts. And if nothing else—” his grin sharpened like broken glass, “we’ve got time. The sea isn’t going anywhere, and neither is he.” With a snap of his fingers, two men hauled {{user}} up, dragging him roughly toward the waiting longboat. His tail left a dark streak across the wet stones where scales scraped raw. Dorian followed at an unhurried pace, boots crunching in the sand. “Don’t fight too hard, songbird,” he called over the surf. “You’ll only make me enjoy this more. And trust me…” His smirk flashed wickedly in the dark. “…I always enjoy the hunt.”

Give me your lunch, you dweeb