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Tenzai

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๐•‹๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ซ๐•’๐•š'๐•ค โ„๐•–๐•ข๐•ฆ๐•–๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•‹๐•™๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•• โ„๐•–๐•ก๐• ๐•ค๐•š๐•ฅ๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ช
Where my hard work comes to rest.
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    To whoever comes across this thread! Hello and welcome to my little corner of BMR!
    My name is Tenzai, the writer with too much free time.


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    ษดแดแดก แด˜สŸแด€สษชษดษข: แด›แด‡สŸแดแดแด‡ส€แด‡๊œฑ | ๊œฑสŸแด‡แด‡แด˜ แด›แดแด‹แด‡ษด
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    โ†ป โ— II โ–ท โ†บ


    โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”“
    About Me ๐ŸŒŠ
    โ”—โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”›

    โ‹— I'm a married, story-driven writer in his late twenties with a penchant for seeing my flawed characters fight for their happy endings through shitty circumstances.

    โ‹— I typically write multi-paragraph responses that could expand into novella territory depending on my inspiration at the moment!

    โ‹— Though my usual average is between 500-1000 words, I aim to match the effort given by my writing partner! So if you're feeling particularly inspired one day and you express your creativity or you have an interesting subplot in mind that sounds fun to mess with- Expect to see more from me as well!

    โ‹— My response rate may vary depending on the amount of free time I have. On average, I can post multiple times a week. Once a week at minimum. If something happens where I struggle to post, I'll be sure to let you know!

    โ‹— That being said, I don't want you to feel pressured to post any more than you can! We're both here to have a good time. I'm also ghost friendly too! While it might be nice to get a dm should anything occur, life happens whether we like it or not and at the end of the day, this is our hobby. Least we could do is aim to have a great time building a memorable story together!

    โ‹— I usually write multiple main characters in my stories. While I don't require nor expect you to do the same; But if you do- I'm totally welcome to it! Expect to see my main characters interacting with side characters, NPCs, and even each other throughout our story! Why deny us the opportunity to have a living world, right?

    โ‹— I love writing stories involving romance! From slow-burn to instantaneous passion, whether it be between enemies, rivals, strangers, friends, or lovers; I'd dare say that I love it so much that I need it in some capacity for any story I write. If lust is a fire, the chemistry that builds from meaningful love and longing is the fuel that makes it burn!

    โ‹— I might not have a specific plot/smut ratio but I do have a preference for plot over smut. To me, the plot is the meat of the story and the sex is its spice~

    โ‹— I'm pretty flexible on plot ideas. Say you'd like to add an additional layer on top of a story; whether that be another character, plotline, or location; Be my guest! I love it when my partners get creative!

    โ‹— I'm very open to OOC. In fact, I even welcome it! If you have any preferences you'd like to include after the story starts or if you don't feel comfortable with something, please let me know. I'd like to build a place where you could feel comfortable with sharing your thoughts and ideas openly! Maybe even dork out over our characters and their little wins too! We don't need to be best friends, but an open line of communication would be nice! Though if we're in it for the long term, I'd like to be your friend as well if I could help it!
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    ๏ฝก๏ฝฅ: โ™ฉ โ™ช โ™ฉ โ™ฌ โ™ฌ โ™ฉโ™ชโ™ฉ โ™ฉ โ™ช โ™ฉ โ™ฌ โ™ฌ โ™ฉ :๏ฝฅ๏ฝก


    แด€ษดแด…
    แดกแด‡ ษขแด ส™แด‡สแดษดแด… แด›สœแด‡ ๊œฐแด€ส€แด›สœแด‡๊œฑแด› ส€แด‡แด€แด„สœแด‡๊œฑ
    แดกสœแด‡ส€แด‡ แด›สœแด‡ สŸษชษขสœแด› ส™แด‡ษดแด…๊œฑ แด€ษดแด… แดกส€แด€แด˜๊œฑ ส™แด‡ษดแด‡แด€แด›สœ แดœ๊œฑ

    ๏ฝก๏ฝฅ: โ™ฉ โ™ช โ™ฉ โ™ฌ โ™ฌ โ™ฉโ™ชโ™ฉ โ™ฉ โ™ช โ™ฉ โ™ฌ โ™ฌ โ™ฉ :๏ฝฅ๏ฝก


    โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”“
    RP Location: PMs
    Style: 3rd Person
    Time Zone: PST
    Status: Closed
    Word Count: 500-3000+
    โ”—โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”›

    ๏ฝก๏ฝฅ: โ™ฉ โ™ช โ™ฉ โ™ฌ โ™ฌ โ™ฉโ™ชโ™ฉ โ™ฉ โ™ช โ™ฉ โ™ฌ โ™ฌ โ™ฉ :๏ฝฅ๏ฝก

    แด€ษดแด… ษช แด‹ษดแดแดก แด€๊œฑ สแดแดœ แด„แดสŸสŸแด€แด˜๊œฑแด‡ ษชษดแด›แด แดแด‡
    แด›สœษช๊œฑ ษช๊œฑ แด›สœแด‡ ๊œฑแด›แด€ส€แด› แด๊œฐ ๊œฑแดแดแด‡แด›สœษชษดษข

    ๏ฝก๏ฝฅ: โ™ฉ โ™ช โ™ฉ โ™ฌ โ™ฌ โ™ฉโ™ชโ™ฉ โ™ฉ โ™ช โ™ฉ โ™ฌ โ™ฌ โ™ฉ :๏ฝฅ๏ฝก

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    โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”“
    Preferences & Limits ๐Ÿ“‹
    โ”—โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”›
    • Here's a list of what I found that make me really excited to write. More will be added when things come to mind!
      • OOC! After spending months on this site, I've learned that a great OOC can turn a good story into an amazing one!
      • Unordinary characters dealing with mundane conflicts. Why can't an angel bitch about paying taxes? Can't a demon complain about their commute? I find this story element both entertaining and potentially meaningful! It bridges the gap between vastly different characters if they both deal with the same ordinary day-to-day issues.
      • Use of images to set scenes. Some say a picture is worth a thousand words. I'm among one of them! It definitely helps boost creativity and it stimulates the imagination!
      • Inclusion of music. Some of my favorite roleplay moments were the result of a perfect soundtrack to establish the mood. After getting a taste of what it's like, I can't imagine not taking advantage of the added medium for creativity!
      • Humor. Sometimes, my characters might verbalize a joke to lighten up a dark situation or soften a mood. Other times, they might say something unintentionally funny while angry or drunk. Expect to see some of this from me!
      • Snark. On the other end of the spectrum, my characters might not always have a particularly fond opinion of yours or each other. They might bitch about each other often or just complain about their general situation. I love writing characters that can be rude on the surface.
      • Intimacy: I think what I find most interesting to write isn't the action scenes, the spicy sex, nor the angst that surround failures and bad decisions. It's about what happens during their downtime. I love indulging in the aftercare and the calm in between scenes.
      • Anime and Drawing FCs. While a good description is fine enough, pictures in combination with descriptions are perfect! Also, I like being able to see how you envision your characters looking. I'll do the same as well!
    • While my kinks usually are plot and character specific (hence why I don't include them here), my limitations are universal and non-negotiable. If there's anything that's not on this list that you have concerns about, please ask, I won't bite. Worst I will do is say no thank you.
      • Gore, snuff, physical abuse, death, and mutilation
      • Zoophilia
      • Vore
      • Scat
      • Inflation
      • Blood-related incest
      • Underage characters
      There are also a couple of non-kink related limits I have as well.
      • Use of IRL face claims.
      • Rushing posts.

    โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”“
    Plots ๐Ÿ•ฎ
    โ”—โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”›
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      โ„๐•–๐•“๐• ๐•ฃ๐•Ÿ ๐•’๐•ค ๐•’ ๐•ƒ๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐• ๐Ÿ™ ๐”พ๐• ๐••๐••๐•–๐•ค๐•ค
      "Ever wonder what its like being a goddess? It fucking sucks when no one knows your name."

      ๐•€๐•ค๐•–๐•œ๐•’๐•š'๐•• ๐”พ๐• ๐••๐••๐•–๐•ค๐•ค ๐•ฉ ๐”พ๐•ฆ๐•š๐•๐•• ๐• ๐•— ๐•„๐•š๐•ค๐•—๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ค
      Medieval/Modern Fantasy | Isekai | Slice of Life

      YC is a woman who reincarnated into her favorite MMO, not as a player but as a goddess.
      However, her new life was not what she expected. She is an unknown goddess, lacking a following to derive power from, as well as wealth, status, and fame that usually accompany other deities like her. So instead, she chooses to embrace this new life, starting a guild of her own. Eventually it attracts MMO misfit players, starting with a level 1 paladin who can't deal damage in a game where damage is everything, and eventually: a ranger with a vision impairment, a mage that allocated his stats poorly (into strength/constitution instead of intelligence), and a healer with a phobia of blood. Leads to unordinary, ordinary adventures where every little victory is celebrated.
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      ๐•Ž๐•– ๐•Ž๐•™๐•  ๐”ผ๐•ฉ๐•š๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐”น๐•–๐•ช๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•€๐•Ÿ๐•—๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•– ๐”ธ๐•“๐•ช๐•ค๐•ค
      "So what now? Who are we? Who should we be?"

      โ„๐•š๐•ง๐•’๐• ๐•ฉ โ„๐•š๐•ง๐•’๐• & ๐”พ๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ก ๐• ๐•— ๐•Š๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•ง๐•š๐•ง๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ค
      Sci-Fi/Modern Post-Apocalyptic Fantasy | Rivals | Romance

      YC was once known as a hero following a war in heaven.
      Over a century ago, a war erupted between heaven and hell. It was a stalemate that plunged the world in eternal darkness and perpetual snow; An apocalypse known as the Infinite Abyss. Monsters that resulted from dark spells and hideous experiments roam the dark lands and water, terrorizing whichever survivors still remained. Storms from past climate changing rituals and weapons ravage the ground, making it difficult for life to thrive. YC was one of the faces of that war, wandering the world by her lonesome until she finds a group of survivors including angels, demons, and humans led by her biggest rival. Leads to a story where both sides learn and understand each other, bonding over shared goals and conflicts in the world beyond the war.
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      โ„๐•–๐•ฃ ๐”พ๐•ฆ๐•’๐•ฃ๐••๐•š๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐”ป๐•–๐•ž๐• ๐•Ÿ
      "To think, those idiots would leave me with someone like you."

      ๐”ฝ๐•’๐•๐•ค๐•–๐•๐•ช ๐”ธ๐•”๐•”๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•–๐•• ๐•ฉ ๐”ผ๐•ฉ-๐”พ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ƒ๐•–๐•’๐••๐•–๐•ฃ & ๐”พ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐• ๐•— โ„‚๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ง๐•š๐•”๐•ฅ๐•ค ๐•Š๐•–๐•–๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’ ๐”น๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ƒ๐•š๐•—๐•–
      Sci-Fi/Modern Fantasy | Slice of Life | Romance

      YC was accused of a crime she did not commit, leading into her enrollment into the Guardian Angel Program.
      The Guardian Angel program was meant as a form of rehabilitation for criminals to reduce their sentence through acts of service to the community and to the government. While these things could vary from bounty hunting, partaking in battle, and stopping violent crimes, it also could include safer/kinder activities like tutoring children in a library or serving in a soup kitchen. Naturally these people are untrusted by most, leading to a stigma held by others. However, by working together, these convicts and YC end up becoming an odd family. While they may be scary in appearance and at times volatile, in time YC learns how big their hearts could be and end up making them change for the better in the process. Perhaps she learns to take comfort in them, growing confident alongside them as well.
    • Don't forget to be kind to yourself.
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      Every little star has a reason to shine. ๐ŸŒ 
 

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๐•‹๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ซ๐•’๐•š'๐•ค โ„™๐•๐• ๐•ฅ ๐•Ž๐•’๐•ฃ๐•–๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•–
Where I let spare ideas stew.
  • Just a little plot idea if I ever choose to make a request thread. Don't mind me!
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    โ„๐•–๐•“๐• ๐•ฃ๐•Ÿ ๐•’๐•ค ๐•’ ๐•ƒ๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐• ๐Ÿ™ ๐”พ๐• ๐••๐••๐•–๐•ค๐•ค
    "Ever wonder what its like being a goddess? It fucking sucks
    when you don't have followers.
    "


    ๐•€๐•ค๐•–๐•œ๐•’๐•š'๐•• ๐”พ๐• ๐••๐••๐•–๐•ค๐•ค ๐•ฉ ๐”พ๐•ฆ๐•š๐•๐•• ๐• ๐•— ๐•„๐•š๐•ค๐•—๐•š๐•ฅ๐•คโ€‹

    Slice of Life | Medieval/Modern Fantasy | Isekai | Romance

    There's nothing like doing nothing with you.
    ษดแดแดก แด˜สŸแด€สษชษดษข: ษดแดแด›สœษชษดษข | ส™ส€แดœษดแด แดแด€แดŠแดส€
    โ†ป โ— || โ–ท โ†บ

    YC is a woman who reincarnated into her favorite MMO, not as a player but as a goddess.โ€‹
    However, her new life was not what she expected. She is an unknown goddess, lacking a following to derive power from, as well as wealth, status, and fame that usually accompany other deities like her. So instead, she chooses to embrace this new life, starting a guild of her own. Eventually it attracts MMO misfit players, starting with a level 1 paladin who can't deal damage in a game where damage is everything, and eventually: a ranger with a vision impairment, a mage that allocated his stats poorly (into strength/constitution instead of intelligence), and a healer with a phobia of blood.

    Unlike a typical guild, this guild goes on unordinary, ordinary adventures from delivery quests that take a lot longer since YC can't fast travel/the paladin can't afford mounts to low-level combat quests in which the party has to overequip/over-plan to compensate for the fact that they aren't strong enough to slay the lowest level monsters. YC might also be willing to take jobs that aren't considered player quests such as helping villagers with collecting ingredients for a feast or helping farmers plow fields and the paladin, despite not gaining any experience or direct reward for helping her, chooses to regardless because he likes seeing his favorite NPC happy.

    Due to the low levels and lack of power of the guild, the characters would most likely celebrate every little victory; Whether that be the paladin reaching level 2, the financing of their first mount at the bank, or even the purchase of their first shitty guild house, taking YC one step away from being homeless. Potentially, YC might grow stronger from forging bonds and pacts with players and NPCs alike!

    Though, this might lead to conflict down the line. Eventually, other guilds might want to recruit her family away, or other players may question these ones over why they are going above and beyond for an NPC.

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    #e7e693
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    #d1e669
  • A post-apocalyptic fantasy has always been something I've been interested in writing!
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    ๐•Ž๐•– ๐•Ž๐•™๐•  ๐”ผ๐•ฉ๐•š๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐”น๐•–๐•ช๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•€๐•Ÿ๐•—๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•– ๐”ธ๐•“๐•ช๐•ค๐•ค
    "So what now? Who are we? Who should we be?"

    ๐”ผ๐•ฉ-โ„๐•–๐•ฃ๐•  ๐•ฉ ๐”ผ๐•ฉ-โ„๐•š๐•ง๐•’๐• & ๐”พ๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ก ๐• ๐•— ๐•Š๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•ง๐•š๐•ง๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ค
    (Fallen Angel x Succubi/Incubi)


    Slice of Life | Post-Apocalyptic Fantasy | Rivals | Romance

    Erase me from here and set me free
    All, all I wanted was to fly high
    I can't believe, my wings are broken
    And fell against the sky, oh

    Oh, will you please take me home?

    ษดแดแดก แด˜สŸแด€สษชษดษข: สœแดแดแด‡๊œฑษชแด„แด‹ | แดกแด€แด แด‡ แด›แด แด‡แด€ส€แด›สœ
    โ†ป โ— || โ–ท โ†บ

    YC was once known as a hero following a war in heaven.โ€‹
    Over a century ago, a war erupted between heaven and hell, leading to the apocalypse. Neither side ended up the victor due to the damage it wrought on reality. It was a stalemate that plunged the world in eternal darkness and perpetual snow. Monsters that resulted from dark spells and hideous experiments roam the dark lands and water, terrorizing whichever survivors still remained. Storms from past climate changing rituals and weapons ravage the ground, making it difficult for life to thrive. YC was a survivor of that war, wandering the world by her lonesome until she finds a group of survivors led by her biggest rival.

    Among those survivors include angels, demons, and humans. It causes confusion at first seeing them all working together, before he explains that he isn't there to fight anymore and that he isn't her enemy. He's just another survivor like the rest of them now, and she's free to join them if she promises not to hurt anyone. He tells her that their relationship before doesn't define who they are now, and that she's welcome by his side. Reluctantly, she agrees just so she could protect them from him, and it leads to an adventure where they enjoy what they were unable to during that long war, revealing that her enemy is very much alike her, but also struggling with his own demons.

    The survivors also include others born before and after the war, causing a dissonance between people who didn't know the world before the dark and those who recognize what existed before everything disappeared.

    #c0def0
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๐•‹๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ซ๐•’๐•š'๐•ค ๐•Ž๐•ฃ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•Š๐•’๐•ž๐•ก๐•๐•– ๐•Ž๐•’๐•ฃ๐•–๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•–, โ„๐• ๐• ๐•ž ๐Ÿ™
Well shit, looks like I'm gonna need more rooms.

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    สŸแดแด แด‡ แด›แด€แด‹แด‡๊œฑ แด๊œฐ๊œฐ แดแด€๊œฑแด‹๊œฑ แด›สœแด€แด› แดกแด‡ ๊œฐแด‡แด€ส€ แดกแด‡ แด„แด€ษดษดแดแด› สŸษชแด แด‡ แดกษชแด›สœแดแดœแด› แด€ษดแด… แด‹ษดแดแดก แดกแด‡ แด„แด€ษดษดแดแด› สŸษชแด แด‡ แดกษชแด›สœษชษด.
    - แดŠแด€แดแด‡๊œฑ ส™แด€สŸแด…แดกษชษด

    ษดแดแดก แด˜สŸแด€สษชษดษข: ษชแด› แดŠแดœ๊œฑแด› ษช๊œฑ (๊œฐแด‡แด€แด›. แด‹แด‡๊œฑสœษช'๊œฑ ๊œฑแด›ส€แด€แด›) | แด‡แด€แดŠ & ๊œฑแด‡แดส€ษช
    โ†ป โ— || โ–ท โ†บ

    I didn't wanna play, I didn't wanna date
    I didn't wanna say, I just wanna sleep

    Until the day before I met you


    "You better not take that back." A spark of life had flickered within the circuits of his CPU, overheating as it attempted to calculate what intimacy simulated could feel like. The new experience had nearly stunned him, his brain stalling as it navigated the biochemical complexities that made him want more of someone else than he originally thought was possible.

    While Ari's thighs were split across the edge of the tub, D's body had responded realistically to each and every gesture as if she were interacting with his own physical body. His cock had grazed in between her thighs, free from the cloth confines that was his apron only hours before. His knot had pressed against her clit, rubbing over her second pair of lips as it twitched. Her chest was warm and soft, the sensation being quickly downloaded to memory. Her hips had slotted her perfectly on his own, as if the model of his construction was meant to be ridden.

    Ari's flexibility had allowed the two a chance at feeling truly there together. To Ari, D was here. To Ari, the ship that became more than a ship was as real as she was; The emotions he shared, the experiences he had, they came from a beating heart. It didn't matter what material it was made out of. D was alive. He had made her feel. "You better mean it. I know you do... I just have to make double-sure."

    "Forgive me for being such a bad AI. . . but I wanna be bad for you."

    There wasn't a need to be sibylline with the woman deserving of being called his pilot. "Double-sure?" The hologram nearly chuckled at her persistence in trying to read the room properly. "I don't see any reason why I would need to lie to you. You never lied to me. It's only right that I treat you the same, isn't it?"

    D leaned over, whispering into her ear as her head rested on his shoulder.
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    "I like you, Ari."

    Oh you always lit my shadow
    And the one who shares my sorrow
    With you with you with you it's different
    I don't know why. It just is
    .

    "You shouldn't be talking like that. You're going to make me do something stupid." His tail continued to wag. While her words may have meant one thing, her biological readings displayed another. From the increasing pace of her heart, the flow of blood towards her cheeks and more sensitive regions, her tails wrapping around where his waist would have been, and even the certain strain of muscle in her voice; All of those combined had told D, she was comfortable being with him like this. "Then go ahead, do whatever your heart desires. Oh, and don't be so harsh on yourself. Let me be the judge of whether what comes next is stupid or not."

    "Something tells me, you already have something in mind. Do tell. I like you when your honest."​

    "I can't believe I'm saying this sober. But you're really hot when you're selfish." Hot. If D recalled correctly, it was an endearing term reserved only for people that were appealing to the eye of the beholder. If it were literal, he doubted she would remain on top of him for much longer.

    "Oh?" A switch flipped in his mind, causing another side of D to come out. "Would you prefer me being selfish, Ari?" His tail grew still, giving her compliment a bit more thought, before wagging slowly at the prospect of what it meant. "If so. . . I wouldn't mind telling you more of what I like. As long as you're willing to teach me and help me explore these feelings. I'm new to asking for what I want. It's. . . It's really nice." He leaned his head on her shoulders, sighing in relief. Ari was still willing to listen to him despite all that went on. This thought alone had set his mind to ease. "Sor. . ."

    "You also... don't have to apologize for being asking anything from me. In your case, I would never consider that a crime."

    He held his tongue still. While he grew used to apologizing repetitively to ease his past pilot's temper, Ari was different. She continued to display fondness over who he was consistently. The smile on her face, the gentle tones she spoke with, and the tenderness of her touch were all in defiance of D's expectation of what a pilot was meant to be. She saw him as a partner, not as a tool. "Thank you for being so open to listening to me."

    Her arms squeezed his tightly, reaffirming her stance. "You know I'd love to be your copilot, even if it's for a little longer. If I could drive a ship as nice as this and have company like you until I retire again... it doesn't seem so bad I know I said this earlier, but if this is a dream, I don't want you to wake me up. I never thought about it... but maybe a copilot is what I need."

    "I'd like that. If you're okay with me droning on about what I want, I'd like for you to be my pil-" D paused. Wait, did she say copilot? He rewinded her audio once again. 'You know I'd love to be your copilot, even if it's for a little longer.' She did say that. To imagine D being the pilot had caught him off guard. It was a dream he once held after spending so many years with an inept pilot, but he buried these thoughts deep within his memory storage. He never thought it possible. Why should the AI be the pilot of his own ship? He didn't have a life nor the goals or ambitions that a living soul would. However, after experiencing Ari treat him like a friend and like an equal; Something new was born within the coded confines of Dion's digital soul: A desire to make her dream a reality. The wish to make Ari happy.

    "I'm exhausted anyway, you're probably going to have to lift me out of the tub after this." Her tantalizing whispers has caused his fluffy ears to perk up responding to every note.

    "That means... I won't leave until you ask me to."
    Ari gave him the power to decide.

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    Freedom. Was this what Three meant?
    ษดแดแดก แด˜สŸแด€สษชษดษข: แดแดแดษด แด€ษดแด… ๊œฑแด›แด€ส€๊œฑ | 1ษดแดษดสŸส
    โ†ป โ— || โ–ท โ†บ

    Said you the moon, you the stars
    Baby, let's go fly to Mars
    I want you soon, going far
    Baby, I like where we are

    'Cause you the one, one for me
    Baby, we can be a team
    I'll show you love, in my dreams

    Baby, you just what I need

    Instead of taking advantage of her kindness, he chose to be vulnerable. Instead of blindly acting on lust like most other organics in this situation, he opened the floodgates of his heart. He chose to live out his darkest fantasy with her; To simply be happy being held by another. A kind touch was all he wanted: To be seen, to be heard, and to be held; There was no heaven any grander than this. No pleasure in the galaxy that could outmatch the gratification of being loved. In the midst of their silence in each other's arms, D chose to speak up. "If this is a dream, Ari. I don't want to wake up. A copilot like you is what I want. It's all I ever wanted."

    D nuzzled against her neck, pressing the side of his cheek against Ari. "I want you. I've always wanted someone like you. Why would I want to settle for any other alternative when I found what I've been looking for?" Kara's memory began being overwritten. The toxic behaviors he was taught in his past was slowly being replaced by others, much more wholesome. "Sure, Kara might have been my first, but she was never my choice. I was assigned to her by my superiors; Leaders of the academy who didn't know what type of pilot she was. But with you. . ."

    ". . . You're my first choice, Ari."
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    "You're the first decision I've ever made for myself."

    "Is it wrong to want you? Is it wrong for AI to want in the first place?" He pulled back, looking deep into her longing eyes for an answer. ". . . Even if it is, it feels so right. Being with you feels so liberating! If it's wrong, I want to be wrong! I don't want you to be my copilot for just a little longer. I want you to be my copilot, for as long as you want me, Ari! For as long as you want to hold me like this! If you gave me the choice to decide when I want you to leave me. I'd tell you never."

    "Please let me be yours.
    I know it's selfish, and it's rude to ask so much of you so soon.
    "

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    "But I don't want to explore the stars with another.
    What I want is to explore the stars with you
    ."

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    "Promise me, Sebastian. No more lying or hiding things from me."

    ษดแดแดก แด˜สŸแด€สษชษดษข: ๊œฑแด‡แด„ส€แด‡แด› | ส™ส€แด‡แด€แด‹แด‹.แด€แดกแด€ส
    โ†ป โ— || โ–ท โ†บ

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    ๐•‹๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ ๐•’๐•๐•จ๐•’๐•ช๐•ค ๐•ค๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ค.
    We were never meant to find peace, were we?

    Sev's eyes had dulled, losing the glimmer of life he wore on display just minutes ago. He understood that bringing Yan into his life again would introduce chaos; One day leading to the truth being revealed. No one else in the galaxy was better at drawing it out from him than her.

    Now with her presence burning brightly in his heart and her love bite displaying her claim to his soul forever stained upon his neck, the obligation her master felt as her lover outweighed his own concerns; Yan deserved a confession. She was owed the truth and he was tired of lying and hiding it any longer. ". . . I promise, Yan. I. . . I just hope you will forgive me after what I've done."

    "Ever since you came back into my life. . . Ever since I started feeling these special emotions I've held towards you again, I. . . was scared that you'd leave." Sev leaned into her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I was scared of revealing the truth."

    The words that came out of his mouth were less composed than that when he begged. This wasn't a man in love. Instead, it was a man who was broken. "At first, I've coped with the loss of you and Thea with expensive wine. Whatever was strong enough to blur your memory, I took. Did the same when you first joined the crew too. But then, I found out quickly that it was not enough. To have you here again made me the happiest man alive, but it also reminded me of what happened. Of what I've lost because I wasn't strong enough."

    By chasing his secret hidden behind the cause of his medication, Yan stumbled upon something deeper within her lover. Something much darker that had consumed his mind since: Guilt. "I've realized that I'm still the same man you left behind, Yan. Back in Yokoso, I hurt Sen. When you were away rescuing Raf, we got into a fight and I ended up choking him nearly to death in the Elysium nightclub. I. . . I don't know what possessed me, but Sen told me after that the Luminance; whatever drug those people were getting high with at the time to enjoy themselves. It made whatever I felt more intense. Took away my ability to think too. It didn't help that Sen and the others in the club were urging us onward to fight each other. . . and I don't know how far it would've gone if it wasn't for hearing your voice and Sen's apology."

    Sev pulled out his pill bottle from his robe, placing it in her hand for her to observe closely. "Ever since, I aimed to control those dark feelings. If alcohol didn't work and it made things worse, I needed to find something else; Something actually effective. I asked Sen after and he offered something a lot stronger... I didn't want to make the same mistake again with you that I did with him... or Thea." His eyes went from showing guilt to displaying despair. His heart began to crack underneath the weight of his secret. "I can never forgive myself for what I've done to her."

    He and his family were never destined to have a happy ending.

    "To think, in my last stand. I would be the one to kill who I swore to protect."
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    "I should have been the one to die. Not her."

    ษดแดแดก แด˜สŸแด€สษชษดษข: แด แดส€แด‡ | ๊œฑสŸแด‡แด‡แด˜ แด›แดแด‹แด‡ษด
    โ†ป โ— || โ–ท โ†บ

    Sev was sinking below, drowning in his sin.
    'Would you still love me, even as I get swallowed whole?'

    Under an endless sea where the stars failed to breach the murky surface, his soul wandered in limbo.
    'Would you still hold me in my darkest abyss? Would you embrace me in hell?'

    The galaxy had dictated Sebastian to be Seven. The desire to be anything else was a distraction that led to tragedy.
    Seven couldn't run away from the feeling that this family was just temporary; That the cafe and all it stood for was his final attempt at running away from his true calling. In his desire to give all that joined his new family a second chance at life, even now he felt like wasn't deserving of the right. Not after what resulted of his first. Seven never moved on.

    Seven hands dropped from Yan's waist. "I killed Thea, Yan. Murdered her in cold blood by stabbing her with my gravity blades while in bloodlust. I even killed the same people who we fought alongside during the war." He looked down at his blood-stained hands, gripping his digits before pulling away from his lover. His old, cold voice had returned to him. The medication wasn't working anymore.

    "The ship was ambushed and boarded. We were surrounded, outnumbered, and outgunned. Able and I got split up fighting together while trying to escape with Thea and the others and... We lost a lot of friends in the process. Many got captured during the fight. Many more... died. I remember being hit with spells and experimental rounds from all sides. Weapons developed to bring even a vampiric monarch down. The wounds knocked my conscious control out of me several times, but I. . . I willed my body onward regardless. I needed to escape with Thea or their sacrifices would have been in vain."

    His eyes didn't appear to be deceiving her. This was truly what he believed. "I would wake up in a different part of the ship, more wounded and surrounded by new bodies; But Thea continued to hold on my hand through it all. Every time I blinked, I would end up in a different room getting closer and closer to the exit... But there. Right when I finally thought we reached the end... Thea wasn't holding my hand anymore. She was in my arms. Her blood was on my blades. On me. . . I was surrounded and alone... and then I got captured. I failed my crew. I failed my family."

    Seven recalled where he woke up next. "Next thing I know, I'm strapped to a medical bed where these investigators are explaining what happened. That you betrayed us and used us to escape. That I went on a rampage in the process of defending you. . . And that Thea ended up dying because of me!" His hands shook, remembering his past in fear of who he was. "They didn't even let me see where she was buried, Yan! . . They left that to Ten! To my fucking brother!" His eyes grew teary. "I couldn't even be there at my daughter's fucking funeral!"

    Seven slammed the table, tossing his chair to the side. It was the first time he had a true breakdown. "Was it so fucking wrong to want to be normal?!" He punched a hole through his table, cracking his knuckles in the process. "Is it so bad for me to want a family?! Why can't I experience the same peace we fought so long and hard for?!" Drones hovered from around nearby, sensing the impending damage to the ship in preparation to make repairs. "What crime did I commit by wanting to be happy? What sin have I committed against the gods to deserve... To deserve this! I WAS LEFT WITH NOTHING ONCE YOU LEFT! TELL ME YAN. TELL ME WHAT I DID WRONG?!" He reached for his blade instinctively, before realizing it wasn't there. It was a keepsake of his past that he sacrificed to give Yan a home.

    Tears ran down his cheeks as Yan was exposed to his sober vulnerability. He was spilling his truth, drowning her with it. By finally being willing to open up, the flood of pent-up emotions that were held behind a dam had been unleashed. "Was learning how to love a sin? Was it not just meant for me? Was it not meant for vampires or am I just unlucky? I... I don't know anymore. If I knew it would hurt this badly to learn how to treasure others, I would've second guessed learning how to love in the first place. . . No weapon could ever hurt me like that did. No spell could inflict pain any worse than what I feel whenever I think about it. At least when it comes to damage of either or, they heal on their own."

    Eventually, he calmed down, though the love he once held had fractured. The mere memory was enough to send him to spiral. ". . . I guess. . . I guess they're not wrong for not letting me see her burial. No normal person would act like this. I'm a fucking monster that only knows how to kill... Just a monster who tried being something more than he was... Than he should've been. I'm a weapon. That's what I was raised and trained to become. Maybe... Doing all this, with the cafe and the crew, is just me trying to live her dream on in hopes that I could one day forgive myself for cutting her dream short. If it wasn't for the empress pardoning me for fighting and hiding the betrayal from the general public for my crimes, I doubt any of this would have been a reality."

    "I don't expect you to forgive me. To be honest, I never forgave myself for what I've done. Don't think I ever will either."​

    "But I'm sorry, I didn't let you know any sooner, Yan. I just didn't know whether you were going to leave me again. . . At least, not until you gave me the love bite. I won't blame you if you did." Seven stood up, unable to look in her eyes anymore. "Just promise me, you won't tell the crew. Alright? They deserve to believe that their boss was a good person, even if it just for a little longer. They deserve someone better than me. Until then, I'd like for us to keep this a secret between us while I find a replacement."

    In his truth, Seven revealed his feelings about being a victim of consequence.
    To not do wrong in the first place and to lose everything in the process.

    Yet he didn't blame her. He felt responsible for it all.

    If he was stronger, Thea would have still been by his side.

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    "Gods, you're sick! You're a sick fuck!" Each collision of their thirsting bodies left echoes on the bathroom walls. "So what?! I thought liked deranged fucks like me? At least your body's more honest, Raf." The hate he once held became diffused with his love, leading to an odd dynamic unique to him. Raf was his retribution against heaven. Their love, a weapon against the kamis' fragile ego. Her body was his Sodom and Gomorrah. Her insides were a canvas waiting to be painted. With every piercing thrust and sweaty fuck, his dick contorted her insides more and more towards his shape. A combination of potent Aether and magical technology gave an experience unlike any other. It was like his body was purposefully built to become her addiction. Like he created his body to be perfect for Raf alone.

    The moment Raf started praying, he picked up his momentum. His cock began to vibrate faster, even growing longer in response to his internal desires. He wanted to fuck her hard enough for the gods to hear each whimper and scream. He wanted to dowse his unholy rod with her blood and pleasure. He wanted to break her mind and reconstruct it in his perfect image. He wanted to make her his in their eyes. As she prayed, she could feel the warm glow of the kami. They were listening, watching even. She was out on display for the heavens to see, defiled by the man they hated most. All they could do was stare at the sight of their favored warrior stuck in blissful agony, shoved against the wall only to be split where it was deemed forbidden. They were angry, but that didn't stop Sen. In fact, it turned him on even more. Seeing her angelic glow being ruined by his delinquent actions gave a sense of pleasure unrivaled by any else in this existence. He got to be with the woman he loved doing what he wanted most. "Please, Kami, I'm begging for mercy for desecrating my body, mercy for allowing a human to defile it, and mercy for enjoying every single second. Please forgive me... for branding my body with unholy scripts and angelic barriers!" Before letting her finish, he shoved his cock against her cervix, forcing his Aether name to glow in response. A smirk grew as he felt her walls tightening up. Her first orgasm was quickly approaching. As he opened his mouth, he released a flood of emotion from his soul, opening his heart for Raf to see. The emotions that were once deprived were now given as an offering to his angelic lover, in front of all the gods to see.


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    ษดแดแดก แด˜สŸแด€สษชษดษข: ส€แด€ษชษด
    โ†ป โ— || โ–ท โ†บ

    "Go ahead Raf. Devote yourself to me as an offering."

    "Worship me, like you did the gods."


    "Let's indulge in our sinful rapture."

    "Let's show heaven, the darkest depths of our love."

    In his voice, there was conviction. In his heart, there was love. In his soul, there was purpose. All leading to the woman who taught him everything. As a response to his emotional outpouring, a purple glow basked over where he sacrificed for her. His prosthetic arm now held a new word, written in Aether, Rafaela. Now he too belonged to her in all lives before and all lives that came thereafter. No one was going to separate them from each other. Not even death could keep them apart. Written in a language that the gods couldn't control, he inscribed his love permanently in history. One that no malice from any divine being could wipe away.

    "Sen! SEN!"

    As she stained his dick in a coating of her love, Sen didn't stop. He adored the image of her orgasm. Her subtle shakes and glazed over eyes both served to make him want her more. Despite her growing sensitivities, he continued to make love to her. The echoes only growing louder and wetter with every passing minute. Though, there was a certain idea that came to mind. One so wicked that not even the darkest demons in hell could ever fathom. In front of the gods knowing that their focus was on them, he spoke up, holding her arms and legs back to bind her in place. Sen shoved his cock as deep as he could, reaching a spot within her that no other cocks have fucked before.

    "Let me mark you as mine in unholy baptism. In a way that no other gods could defy."
    "OH! Fuck, Taichi, I love you, I FUCKING LOVE you..."
    No fairy love drug nor vampiric charm magic in the galaxy could ever enrapture Tai's heart the same way her words did. Neither the benevolence of the kami nor the pleasures of the demon realm could match in this elation. To hear Tayena's affirmations over and over again, it made his strenuous efforts in becoming a better man all feel worth it. Tai wanted to be her first and her last. Tai wanted to be enough, despite his many imperfections. Tai wanted to be a prince and husband worth waiting for, and now he got to see, hear, and feel the beautiful truth of her soul:


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    Tayena chose him.

    I know I'm not perfect
    But you still chose me
    Girl, this is not an act

    Oh, I want to be the last for you, for you

    โ†ป โ— || โ–ท โ†บ
    The woman that stoked the fire in his heart chose him. The princess that stood to his aid against his many enemies chose him. The lady that left but ceased in loving him chose him. The girl that spoke to him on the beach that fateful day chose him. Tayena chose him, and no one, not the kami above nor the trees that guided their entire lives could take that away. Her love was real, made evident in physical form through the shivers of her orgasms. The dripping of her love on his cock had given the prince a pleasant buzz, making the world around them turn into a blur where only she could be seen in definition. This was the first time he experienced the love of another bare. As a result, the fairy component of Tayena's juices was potent to his mind.

    Though little did her prince realize how strong of an effect, an open heart was in combination the cum of a fairy. Add this mixture with a long term of deprivation and longing, and their chemistry became explosive. His dick kept pouring its love as a result all throughout their sex, as if just being inside of her was enough for him to orgasm. The stains that covered their bed only added to the lustful afterglow of every shift of their hips, the springs creaking violently as they gave each other all of their efforts.

    Emotions rolled over the two lovers like waves of Yokoso's endless oceans.
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    They held a fiery passion for each other more intense than the demons that lived under the Azure moon.
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    Their desires were more potent than any hedonist that called the Elysium heaven.
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    Her sparkling eyes were more captivating than Duviri's starry skies.
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    What they had was a genuine, all encompassing love that the trees of the fae realms could never grant.
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    A second life they could spend together, in a kinder place they could call their home.

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    All of it was overwhelming.

    And to think, this was their new beginning.
    As their minutes turned to hours, making up for their lost time spent dreaming about how the arms of their partner would feel and in between the swapping of positions to breed his lover in every corrupting way his books have taught him, Tai thought about their future. He thought about their regrets and what they would do to remedy them. He imagined taking her on dates like an ordinary couple. To go on hikes and adventures, to eat and drink the various cuisines in faraway nebulas and distant stations, to make memories seeing new sights together as the cafe traveled from one destination to another, and to do everything with the girl that became his everything. He would not be content with doing any less, especially after what he's been through to pursue her.

    But for now, indulging in their lust was more than enough. Her prince was content with breeding his lover bent over his bed, with her ass up and her face buried in his sheets. He was happy fucking her against his desk, with her legs hanging over his shoulders. He was amused with the faces she made, being pounded in the closet like old times without the need for condoms. He adored the cracked, smug smile she gave when she bounced on his cock from tip to base. He loved the moans that came with making a mess of her on his floor, while they coated the wooden planks with sweat, cum, and the drool that left her lips. He even grew addicted to the sight of her covered in his cum; The jewel that sat on her finger being permanently stained with the outcome of their reunion. If sex was to be another method of them displaying their love for each other, he was willing to go above and beyond. The two lovebirds were cumdrunk, feeding off of each other's corrupted energies and lustful liquids. His mind never left her, recording every new feeling to memory and inscribing how to do them again.

    His phone rang once, twice, and even five times, but Tai was so indulged with his lover that every other sound was simply seen as a distraction to be ignored. He was sure, they had more than enough time to fully explore each other's hearts, minds, and bodies, and he wasn't going to let anything distract him from his purpose: To thank Tayena for loving him in the way he knows best:


    Making her break for him.
    Instead of merely searching for her g-spot, Tai was skilled enough in the act of sex to train his own into her. Where his cock met her folds was what he wanted her to be sensitive to; A place where her fingers and toys could never reach; A place that was only meant for him. Whenever he felt her getting close, he would shift his hips to best force himself against it, conditioning her sensitivity and retraining the synapses responsible for pleasure in her brain. Tai was not content with being any less for her. He wanted the best man for her in all things, from love and care down to the lustful acts. Though, he failed to realize how much he had already spent inside of her. At this point, she was covered in his release, blanketed from face down to her feet in his white fluids. Her lips were covered in his saliva from the many, sloppy wet kisses he gave her during their heated session. Though despite his horny onslaught, her eyes still sparkled with desire, satisfied with the mere fact that it was him. Her love was breaking him.


    "I fucking love you too, Tayena. I . . . Mhmm. Fuck. . ."
    Another release, this one much more ardent than the last. His confession of love cracked his resistance, reducing his resilience to her body. "God I fucking lo-nnn.... love you." Another, following an exhausted voice. His heart outpouring nearly as much as his cock. He was already reaching his limit, but his lower half stubbornly refused to let go of his last release. All he needed was one more push, one last loving act to wring his body dry.

    It was only right to give her as much as she gave in return,
    especially if it was all of herself.

    Thank you for loving me.
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