"Specimen '873 is starting to disappoint me. He was showing such promise. These numbers, however?" My keeper muttered to himself, distaste painting his face as he watched the feed in front of him. "Unacceptable for a battle class. He might as well be spare biomass at this point."
He was supposed to be wearing his glasses, not holding them. They may have been called "reading" glasses? But they were not, technically, just for that. They also had a blue light filter. Helped with headaches and eyestrain. He just hated wearing them because he thought they made him look old.
A God Forbid ANYTHING remind him of the passage of time.
He did NOT take it kindly.
I managed to avoid THAT landmine by virtue of having witnessed his receiving them. An "incident" that resulted in his head slamming against a screen. Protocol demanded he get checked. In the process, they discovered his eye sight was declining. It was a... bad day. I brought him things to break and stayed very, very quiet.
He bounced back fairly quickly, though. Once the arrogant researcher who had arranged for the incident to even OCCUR? Tried to come lord his "weakened old man" status over him. It was one thing to "accidently" let the battle class get unfettered access to weapons before loyalty train. But to be dumb enough to step into his lab, call him weak, and gloat about it?
Dr. Raghnall Periculum was many things.
But "unwilling to bludgeon a man to death with the nearest object" was not one of them.
He was dangerous like that. Murderous. It came and went like shifting storms, all you could really do was learn to read the triggers. Get good at knowing when to back up. When to hold really, REALLY still. After all... this was a lawless, immoral place. No one here could or WOULD stop him.
They were all just as bad.
Gritty Sci-Fi Otome games are... a lot less fun to LIVE. To be honest? They are actually pretty horrifying. Traumatizing, really. Hellish. As in, I am pretty sure this is a futuristic version Of Hell (but that is a personal opinion). I regret EVER playing a single damn one. But... BUT? I CLING to the knowledge I gained from it. So I can not regret it completely. Because through them? Through KNOWING this world?
I KNOW this will end. KNOW we will be free. That these monsters will pay for what they've done. The epilog promises a golden age. A beautiful, peaceful dawn after this long and terrible night, filled with horrors. I just... I just have to survive. Hold on. Keep my head down and pray.
I may be trapped in hell, but I'm not broken.
We will be Free.
I have SEEN IT.
Sometimes the greatest defiance is just refusing to die. Just keeping hope alive. I... I can do that. May not be able to fight my way out. Not smart enough to hack or sabotage these nightmares. But I can stay alive. I... I can do that. Bear witness, that someday I may stand against them in trial. Record. So no one is forgotten.
It doesn't feel like enough. I feel tired and angry. Hateful and small. But for the sake of my sanity? I make myself feel nothing. Compartmentalize. I've... I've become unfortunately quite good at it. Good at a lot of terrible things. Like placating. Making myself small. Being invisible. A retail smile. Being one with the furniture.
See, just like the poor souls on the screens in front of him? I'm a Clone. Of who? I have no idea. None of us do. They use old DNA databases. From when it was first commercially available, I think. Like those ancestry tests. Here it was squirrelled away, kept for later use. Which... was us.
My template has been dead for centuries, I think. Or perhaps? She would have considered herself my mother? I hope she would have, strange as I turned out to be. We are all children of the dead. It'd be nice to think they'd have wanted us.
Dr. Periculum's cup lifts lightly as he take a drink, more focused on his work then anything else. That heft is about midway point. I've discovered if I begin brewing now, it will be done by the time his cup is empty and he wants more. A glance at the closest screen gives me the time. Food too, is a good idea.
He likely won't eat it. But if it's there? The chances are higher. And when he comes out of his focus, it'll be available. Less chance of him getting irritated by hunger.
On a well practiced route through piles of notes and projects I know better then to touch, I quietly make my way to the coffee machine. Begin another round of abomination the caffeine tar. It is, quite honestly, a wonder he hasn't accused me of trying to poison him to a heart attack.
A few granules of salt, a bit of cinnamon, some expensive fatty creamer, aaaand? There. Unholy bitterness gone. "Just" a cup of liquid tar so potent it could make a rhino taste time.
I also grab one of the meat pies and put it on a little paper plate.
Ah... what has my life become? That I am so well practiced in make snacks for a monster? Picking them up, I don't dare answer that. That way lies madness. Don't think about it. It can wash out in therapy. After. Because there WILL be an After. There HAS to be an After.
Careful steps and...? Just as I estimated. He just ran out. I nearly silently tap the paper plate down to the edge of the table then slide it forward, with-in ease of reach, but not too close. Then I swap the cups. Go to step away. Only to freeze. As, out of the corner of my eye, I see one of his hands briefly leave his keyboard to make a nearly dismissive "one moment" gesture.
Stay put. Don't move. I'll address you when I'm done with my, more important, thoughts. I feel the flash of fear, of panic, but let it go. There is nothing I can do. I will be hurt or I won't be hurt. There is no use suffering twice, through speculation and fear, I remind myself. Force my mind empty and pleasant. Retail smile. Happy to serve.
He finishes. Leans back, dissatisfied with some project or other, and finally slips on his glasses. Gestures imperiously for the cup in my hands. I do not question of course, merely hand it to him. He takes it, passes it to his other hand, and sets it aside. Then, casually, leans slightly over and wraps a thickly muscled arm around my waist. Dragging me off my feet and into his lap.
"You know, girl? B-21873 really was, actually quite promising. I was starting to think I'd keep him. Decent speed, good stamina, excellent problem solving. His test scoring was exceeding all expectations. Really thought I might have gotten you a little friend to play with. A gaurd so I could send you out on some chores safely. But no, he just HAD to be a failure." He said, leaning forward to grab his cup.
I was crushed awkwardly close. Could feel every moment. Acutely aware of his woody and sea air cologne, the coffee on his breath as words were spoken far to close, the beating of a heartbeat I could feel against my arm. Hyper aware of him. Why was I in his lap? This felt dangerous. I should not be in his lap.
Between sips, he turned his head and pressed his lips to my temple, not kissing... somehow worse. Just... just breathing me in. Slow, deliberate, and deep. Like savoring a scent, a sensation. The subtle back and forth, as though rubbing his lips against my hair. Enjoying the feeling against sensitive skin. It could almost be a cuddle on any other man. It took everything I had not to shudder.
"Unlike you of course. You pet, could never disappoint me. If these rejects tried even half as hard as my perfect darling girl? The world'd be a better place." He paused his almost nuzzling. To simply rest his head against mine, pulling off his glasses so he could tuck his head closer. His breathe was hot against my ear. His voice gravel and distain as it spoke of others.
"It's disgusting. Like they don't even try. We spend countless resources breeding, feeding, and training them... for what? Failure? I'm starting to think those bastards are deliberately sending me bad specimens."
Every word he said was horrifying. I could not cry. Dare not. But my heart screamed for those poor souls. They were just kids. Trapped in hell. Tortured from birth. Disposed of when they no longer met some arbitrarily impossible anime standard. If I turned my head, even slightly, I KNEW, I would be faced with screens of untold suffering. Feeds of "testing". So called training. Autopsy reports and datapoints.
Lists of who... who had been deemed "not good enough".
Who were scheduled to become "recycled biomass".
But if I looked? I would weep for them. And that? That was dangerous right now. Right NOW? I had to be pleasant company. A child's doll to be dragged around. No thoughts, no differing opinions. Preferably no opinions at ALL. Just warm and huggable. Soft. A beloved pet who serves coffee and brings things when told. Endure. I just... I must simply ENDURE.
The night will end. Dawn will come. Believe in her.
J-Just empty your head... and Believe In Her.
An alert pops up. I can hear it on a screen somewhere behind me. Dr. Periculum turns his head to look, reaching for his snack. Freezes. Then, a sharp bark of laughter. It's violent, like the strike of a lightning bolt, jostling me. The ones that follow just as harsh. He's not a man that laughs often. And it's not a kind sound.
Filled with schadenfreude, his laughter is like the vicious barks of hunting hounds. The shots of a weapon. A short and harsh to the ears sound, over and over. Delight in the suffering of an enemy. The fall of a rival. It strikes through his body like seizures. Making him lean forward to read. Brace against the desk, tighten his grip around me, widen the brace of his legs.
Glancing up, his eyes are alight with manic glee. His grin is vicious.
He looks Feral.
"Well, well, WELL! What do we have HERE?! Is that Jack ANDERSON'S facility I see? Mr. 'Master of the genome' himself? Looks like SOMEONE got AHEAD of themselves! Ha!" Raghnall cackles spinning his chair so I can see the screen. Leaning back to grab his cup and toast with it. "Look what we have here, pet! Some fucking KARMA! I knew that little shit wasn't worth the paper his degree was printed on! See this? THIS is what happens when you can't control your own damn compound!"
"Rest in PIECES, you worthless little SHIT!"
I sat. Frozen. As Dr. Periculum laughed and laughed, his mood viciously pleased. Because... because I recognized that facility. Chapter Two. There was an animation that played. The... the BREAKOUT! Joy filled me. Like the first rays of dawn. That was HER. S-she was OUT! Free! She DID it! Oh god... oh god she was COMING! It had finally BEGUN!
I caught myself. Barely.
My eyes felt a bit wet so I disguised it with a fake yawn. I dare not show empathy. NEVER show empathy. Keep it guarded like diamonds in your chest. If he thought, for even a moment, that I empathized with anyone but him. CARED about anyone but him? They wouldn't last the hour.
And it would be the longest, cruelest, hour in existence, as they died.
You make that sort of mistake exactly ONCE.
"Ah~ todays a GOOD day. And you know what we should do?" He hummed, nearly a coo as he spun us almost lazily around on his chair. In whimsical circles like a bored child. "We should celebrate. Ding dong, the fuckers dead~ HA HA! Not to mention? It's been entirely too long, pet, since I've spoiled you rotten. We should get a cake, hmm? You want a cake? Lil treat? Sweet lil treat for my girl?"
"I could get you that new dress I've been looking at. Bet you'll look like a classy lil princess, won't that be nice? Can even make it match the trackers I'm finishing up! No more uncomfy collars when we go out! Just pretty lil bracelets, ain't that nice?"
I force myself to smile. Nod. Ignore the fear and anger, the humiliation and helplessness. It's not time yet. Bid your time. You will LOSE your chance for True Freedom if you give in to your anger. Your hurt. Patience, THEN strike. Remember! Chapter two! There are FIVE.
It is COMING.
He stopped spinning, planting his feet on the floor. His manic grin softening. No less unhinged, less full of teeth, but perhaps the closest a man like him could come to loving. His eyes obsessive as the roam my face. Cataloging everything.
"You know, pet? You really might be might greatest creation. Best thing I've ever made or done. Anyone wants you? They'd have to pry you from my cold, dead hands. I'd burn EVERYTHING down. Kill just about EVERYONE." His voice was the sort of whispered confession meant for churches, not the heart of this hell he had built. It felt unholy. Dangerous.
Exactly like him.
"Once I figure how to take humanity to it's next stage? Reverse aging? Heck, even stop it. I promise, pet. Gonna take you with me. You're coming along for the ride. Straight to the end. Heat death of the universe. Well become GODS, pet. Live forever and a day. Bet you can't wait, huh?"
"Don't worry. The futures going be BEAUTIFUL. Just you wait."
Kinktober 2021 đ Team Bucciarati Day 9:Â Pegging | Threesome | Clone Sex
Clown Fugo x Witch Reader đđđ¤Ąđđ
Author Note:Â Please let me know what characters should be next. Iâm still working on my kinktober list. I know itâs late but I found inspiration for it again.
WARNINGÂ đ:Â Pegging is involved as well as threesome clone sex. The two clones are the reader having sex with Fugo. Pegging is defined as a sexual practice in which a woman penetrates a man's anus with a strap-on dildo.
Word Count: 2.7k
Creating potions and finding new spell books was always a big chore for you. Your old spell books are all read. Youâre wanting to learn new spells. Unfortunately for you spell books arenât the easiest to find. There are way too many fakes. Authentic spell books only arise from small book shops. Which is why youâre currently in one. This is the third book store you arrived at. So far you only managed to find a cookbook. Your eyes managed to find a clearance section. Trying your luck you look through the shelf. You did find a couple spell books but only one was authentic. You decide to buy it in hopes of figuring out new spells.Â
Outside the book shop you sigh, noticing how dark it is. You decide to take a shortcut home. You live in the back streets. Being a witch has its advantages since you use a spell on a crack of an abandoned apartment to enter through a magic door. It leads to your home. Itâs a two bedroom with a kitchen and area for your potion making. As you walk through the shortcut you notice a huge lot youâre unfamiliar with. You decide to check it out since youâre bored. The dirt road leads to an abandoned carnival. Broken down rides, aged shops, and trash litter the ground. You sigh looking over the place.
âSo old..â You then notice a colorful faded tent.Â
The colors of the carnival tent are green and purple. You decide to enter it. Surprisingly the place is lit up. The lights inside are store bought string lights hung across the top of the tent. Itâs a medium sized circus tent but itâs decorated like a home. You donât see anyone inside the tent so you explore it a bit. Thereâs a purple and green theme all throughout the place. The twin bed, furniture, and interior. You also notice a huge old vanity as well as clown costumes. The costumes and makeup look brand new. The kitchen area is also taken care of. It isnât much but youâre sure this entire tent is a living place.Â
You look over a desk with some sort of experiment placed on top of it. Youâre unsure what it is but it looks complicated. You touch it without thinking, causing it to ignite. The experiment involves chemicals and the lab set nearby makes you nervous. You fear you may accidentally start a chemical explosion so you use your magic. You pour a potion from your pocket into the green chemicals. This caused it to turn pink. You gulp but thankfully nothing happened. Wiping sweat off your forehead you sit on the desk in defeat. You wish to return home now. You doubt whoever lives here will want visitors. You stood up only to hear footsteps. Itâs too late because youâre seen. You notice a young man at the entrance in a clown costume. Heâs shocked then angered to see you. Heâs embarrassed to be seen in his clown costume but he hates nothing more than to have someone trespassing in his property.
âWho are you?!âHis shouting caused you to flinch. You felt terrified noticing nothing but rage in his eyes. You gulp.
âI-Iâm so sorry.â You then introduce yourself but he doesnât seem to care.
âWhat did you do?!â His eyes look over to his experiment behind you.
Itâs now you freeze. Unsure of how to respond. He notices how you froze so knows youâre the culprit. Heâs seething with anger. He pushes you aside to give his experiment a thorough looking over.Â
âYou imbecile! You ruined my experiment! This wouldâve gotten me out of the streets! Now Iâm stuck working as a clown because of you!â
âI can fix it!â You bring out your wand.
He raises a brow not knowing youâre a witch. You cast a spell causing it to go back to its original form. He is shocked. He stood stunned. Never had he believed in magic until now. He couldnât think of any possible explanation.Â
âIâm sorry. Iâll leave.â You bumped into another table falling over.Â
You hear crashing, most likely a tea set you broke. You gulp again immediately standing up. His rage fills his eyes again. You cast another spell fixing it but he has enough of you.Â
âWhy the hell are you here in the first place?! You got a death wish?! Quit breaking my belongings!â
âI was exploring and didnât know someone lived here until I saw the lights. I got distracted looking at your lab set. I didnât mean to ruin your belongings.â
âSo you were poking your nose where it doesnât belong?â
âIt was an accident and IÂ said I didnât mean to ruin your belongings. I meant no harm.â
âDoesnât mean you shouldnât be punished for breaking and entering! You bitch!â
Your eyes widen, noticing how heâs walking over to you with a fork in his hand. It was the closest weapon. You immediately bring out your wand. You levitate a teapot over him and spill the cold tea over his head. The makeup he is wearing is wilting down his chiseled face. The purple star and red heart over his eyes are splashed off. Meanwhile his purple lip and hair is ruined. He turns red from anger and tries stabbing you with his fork. You use your wand to block his attack. You cast a spell on the fork, turning it into a tissue. He slams his fist on the table in sheer rage.
âLittle bitch!â
You scowl casting a spell on some books on the shelves. They levitate towards him, attacking him. He grunts in pain but swings at them blindly. You walk away from him not wanting to get attacked. You step on a dictionary breaking your heel.Â
âMy boot..â You frown.
Distracted, you didnât see him about to tackle you. You end up on the ground with him hovering above you. Heâs barking insults at you angrily but youâre distracted. Being up close to him now you notice his good looks. You werenât expecting him to be handsome. His eyes are purple and he has thick lips. His strawberry blonde hair is another addition to his beauty. The wet curl in front of his face stuck to his skin. You felt mesmerized by him. Slowly he watched your stunned expression turn to a look of admiration. He became confused until he noticed you stare at him. He was taken back until you decide your next course of action without thinking again. You held his face adorning a smile on your own.Â
He froze at your touch. Youâre so gentle. His eyebrows furrow about to yell again but you kiss him. He was stunned by your kiss. He thought he made it clear heâs annoyed by you. Your tender kiss was absolutely sweet. His anger instantly melted and left his mind after your sweet gesture. Your powers acted on their own and you subconsciously used a spell to make a double of yourself. Behind the handsome clown your clone hugs him.
âWhat are you doing?â He asked, clearly flustered.
âYou never told us your name.â You said nonchalantly.
âFugo..â He said quietly.
âFugo? I like it.â You look him over with a fond smile.
He wasnât sure what to make of whatâs happening. It was all so fast. His intellectual mind was trying to figure out if perhaps he accidentally ingested some sort of hallucinogens. As he pondered this he felt your hands caress his torso from behind. While your double touches him you crawl in front of him to sneak small pecks at his neck. The kisses werenât unnoticed. He shuttered, closing his eyes in delight. Not that he would give it away. He had so much clouding his mind.Â
âRelax Fugo.â Your double said.
âYeah weâll take care of you.â You said.Â
âBut..âÂ
You cut him off with another kiss. Fugo leaned into the kiss. Your double begins unzipping his clothing as you kiss Fugo. He was melting under your touch. It was so long since he received such intimate touches. You felt fulfilled watching him shudder with pleasure at your touches.Â
Soon enough you were bouncing on his cock while your double rode his face. Fugo felt no shame being underneath the both of you. He was too busy fulfilling your pleasure as well as his own. His needy mouth pleasured you so well. Your double may be a copy but you can feel exactly how it feels. It was an odd feeling you welcomed. Your eyes widened when you felt his thrusts become fast. You know it wonât be long for him. You mewl bouncing harder. Fugo moaned against your double. Your clit becomes overstimulated after a while.Â
âF-Fugo..!â
He indulged in your moan causing him to eagerly pleasure you as he chased his own. All over his face and cock your double as well as yourself made a slippery mess of him. His chin and cheeks were stained with your aftermath. Your clone climbed off him, disappearing. Youâre left sitting on his cock. His hips didnât stop. He licked his lips as he watched you bounce.Â
âSlut.. cumming so early. Finish me off wonât you?â
You rotate your hips at his filthy words. His hands roughly help you. Your hips fill his hands as he moves you on top of his dick like a sex doll. You didnât mind since you're a bit tired from riding him. Building up to this took time but felt well worth it. His hard thrusts brought euphoria to your skin and bones. Every inch of your body felt on cloud nine. He removed himself from you choosing to finish himself off with his hand alone. Not caring for this you help him with a soft hand. It was a gentle touch he wished to feel everyday. After he was done he was sitting on the ground breathless. You use your magic to summon a surprise for him. He seems tired so you figured it was only fair you do all the work next. The strap on that appeared from your magic is in front of you.
Fugo watches as you put it on. The large girth caused him to gulp. He didnât want to admit to being excited but he couldnât wait for you to fuck his brains out. He licked his lips waiting for you to finish. Once it was on you crawl over to him. He turns around with his cute butt in the air for you to grab. You grab his hips then lube yourself up thanks to your magic wand. Fugoâs kneeâs shake hearing the lube being rubbed against the strap on youâre wearing.
Slowly slipping into him you realize he's actually quite ready for you. He stretched a bit easily. You made no comment about it since you're a bit distracted with pleasure. You didn't speed up the pace until he hissed out a command to do so. Quirking a brow you spank him. You didn't expect him to enjoy being hit so much. You ended up roughly pulling his blonde hair while you began thrusting into him at a fast pace. You kiss his neck while pulling at his hair. When he begins cussing you bite at his neck to shut him up. It worked out well until your pace faltered.Â
"Troia! Faster!"
You huff slapping him. He hissed but grunted in pleasure. He tried commanding you to hit him again.
"Maybe if you weren't such a naughty bambino, I would. Better begin begging before I have a clone put that filthy mouth to good use."
"Please.." He said lowly. He felt a bit embarrassed but loved how you made him feel.
After roughly slamming into him he begins begging. His pleas were loud. As loud as earlier when he was yelling at you. He moaned when you made a particular thrust in a new spot. You hit the exact spot after hearing him moan out your name. Drool eventually left his thick lips. You used a free hand to rub his stiff cock. Fugo hadn't been paying attention. By the time he realized you're rubbing him he was so far into pleasure that tears fill his eyes.Â
"Someone is enjoying themselves." You comment pulling his hair.
He begged for you to continue ramming into him. Being ever so cocky you pretend you couldn't hear him over his moans. His anger rises and he's shouting at you to continue. You didn't think you pushed him so far until he removed himself from you and pinned you down. He removed your strap on and positioned you.
"Troia I told you to go faster! Now I'm going to shut your whore mouth!"
He was relentless as he thrusted into you. Youâre now laying on the mattress pressed against your side. Your hip and lower back are adjusted thanks to your lover who is pounding into you. Your felt drool leaving your mouth from all the sensations filling your body You couldnât care less how your face is pressed against the mattress. Meanwhile Fugo is above you, holding you. He decides to turn your body to fuck you at a different angle. Getting fucked sideways felt like the best position ever.
Fugo couldnât believe he is actually having sex with someone as beautiful as you. His sweat was making his makeup drip down his face, messing it up further in the process. He would let out deep grunts. His mind only focused on getting you two off. Deep inside he knew he was letting out pent up emotions. He was entirely rough with you. Not that you mind since it was too pleasurable. Your mind could only focus on him as he roughly pounded into you.Â
Once he was done you both came undone by pleasure all at once. He fell beside you panting. You look over to him with a pleased expression on your face. When he catches his breath he pulls you against him so youâre laying on him. His sweaty body made you feel pleased since youâre the reason heâs in this state. You move his bangs out of his face to stare at him. He leans into your touch with closed eyes. Heâs still a panting mess. You sigh when his hand rubs at the red hand prints he left behind on your hips. Looking at his makeup reminds you of your magic. You use it to cast a spell on your handkerchief so it magically wipes off his clown makeup. Fugo didnât care much since he would want another round once youâre ready.
Thinking of other spells in your head you decide to focus on adult related spells. Ones you can incorporate in the bedroom with Fugo. A sly smile slips on your face as you decide on the spell youâd like to use next. Noticing Fugo is tired, you giggle. It caught his attention. A good enough distraction while you waved your wand behind him. He didnât notice your clone behind him.Â
âWhatâs so funny?â He questions.
âOh nothing. I want it to be a surprise.â Was all you said.
He felt another pair of hands behind him. Theyâre rubbing all over his arms and chest. Fugo gulps since he knows where this is going. As much as he wants another round he isn't ready. You don't care since you and your clone look him over like starving wolves. The mischievous smiles caused Fugo to sweat. He didn't get a word out as you both climbed over him, cooing about how much punishment he deserved.
(Rex just ask Y/n if he could help him with the rebellion)
Y/n: you left me behind.
Rex: Y/n...
Y/n: you left me behind that day, to go with the General, to go to Coruscant. And for what?
Rex: I was trying to protect you...
Y/n: from what? Dying? Dying could be better then the things I needed to do.
Rex: please don't say that.
Y/n: I killed my brothers to protect those jedi younglings. I killed them, because if I stuned them, they would get up, and fight until they are dead. I did it. I killed one after one, until I just gave up. And then? They got me....
Rex: Y/n. ..
Y/n: I was their labor rat. They take everything, then put it back. I was sliced, I was burned, I was poisoned. Nobody came for me, everyone forget about me.
Rex: you know if we knew about it...
Y/n: and then I got free. I killed everyone, nat-borns, brothers... I did everything on my own!
Rex:...
Y/n: you don't have the right to ask for my help Captain.
*Y/n, sitting on the counter top, eating leftovers*
*Kal just entering the kitchen*
Kal: what the fuck? Son.. What.. . What are you doing here?
Y/n: you said if I need a place to crash I can come here.
Kal: I meant if you in trouble son.
Y/n: and what if I say I stole some really important informations, get caught, faked my dead, killed some separatists on the way and got some internal bleeding from the fight?
Kal:...
Y/n:...
Kal: eat that god damn pizza then go to Gilamar you trash rat. *inhales slowly* Fierce.. . I'm to old for this.
I'm so sorry for the lack of content here, I'm full of things to do, but the time I need is somewhere buried with the 332 company (too soon?). Anyways, I try to beat my finals, write my thesis and do not die. And of course I'm working on my embroidery and watching Grey's Anatomy plus trying to watch Loki season 2 finally but my heart is not ready yet. And I started to sewing too and I just overdid and overwhelmed myself I guess? I couldn't even finished the last Republic Commando book and already want to go to the other ones.
So... With all of everything I try to be a little more active (I'm not promising anything) and I hope can finally do some embroidery update too and post more and finally finish my new fan fiction.
But now please enjoy our beloved Clone Reader, who just got adopted and will make Mereel his bitch in time.
Love you guys! I will always come back, you can't rid of me!
