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rule 5: boorus are not original posts. the actual source is [https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/85948566](https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/85948566) | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
I appreciate your intention of giving her a win, but girlie is in her 'pathetic wet cat' era. (Also, being a Rebbah, she may be a spotted hyena which wins her a crowd all of its' own.) | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
Aight thanks | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
Something fucked up, because I can't unupvote the post, is it crownie? | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
“Hyena? Haha wdym gets a crowd of her ow-“
😟 | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
"EAT YOUR RICE. N O W !" | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
Nahhh this sounds like it was written by AI. Black hair, OP? Really?! | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
Black hair? | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
Psuedo-penises are quite literally the perfect genitalia for anything other than actual reproduction. There is no crowd which one cannot provide for, assuming their partner isn't weird about non-standard genitals. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
*warning: futa, animal dick, bad writing, insane ship, highly inaccurate personalities. proceed at your own risk*
I fucking love Lappland.
A few days ago, during a day off, I was hanging out at home, playing Ace Combat, as you do. I wasn't expecting anyone, so I was surprised when someone knocked on the door. I thought it would be Emperor or Texas asking me to come in for work, but no, it was Lappland. In an outfit that... Let's say Laterano wouldn't approve of it. But Laterano wouldn't approve of anything from here on out. Federico, time for you to stop reading.
Anyway. She asked if she could come in, of course I allowed it, and after a short conversation she said in her adorable Siracusan accent, "Wanna smash?" I of course go to get my Switch when she grabs my hand. "Not that kind." - "Which then? Brawl?" She doesn't respond and pulls me in for a kiss. I tell her, "That was my first kiss..." - "I know, cutie. You wouldn't have gotten it otherwise." - "W-wait, you want to-" I can't even say what's on my mind because I'm too embarrassed. "Fine, b-but please be gentle."
Next thing I know, I'm in bed on my back with Lappland on top slowly undressing me. She kisses my body all over which is just so fucking hot. When she finally reaches my panties, instead of just taking them off, she slips her fingers in and inside my pussy. I could only barely take two of them at that point. She apparently liked that, but I can't for the life of me remember what she said. My head was all fuzzy and I couldn't even think straight. Not like I ever was.
After a while of fingering and with my panties thoroughly soaked, she finally takes them off and moves on to herself. Not only are her tits the perfect size, but her cock also looks amazing. It's really big and has this large knot near the base. Apparently that's normal for Lupus, I wouldn't know, never seen a Lupo dick before. Her lesions also just make her look even hotter. And my god is she hot.
She directs my hand to her cock and tells me to stroke it while she once again kisses me. This time she manages to push her tongue into my mouth where it plays with mine. That was just too much stimulation at once and my brain briefly fries. While I was touching her hard cock and getting a Gaulish kiss in return, I could also feel myself getting more and more aroused. I was apparently dripping on the sheets and all over my legs.
With me already a mess, Lappland asks, "Do we skip the rest of the foreplay and get straight to it?" - "Up to you. You're on top, honey." She clearly decides to do so as she pins both of my hands on the sides of my head and lines her cock up. While slowly and carefully inserting it, she bites my neck and whispers praises in my ear. I never thought a simple "good girl" would get me going this much. These bite marks are gonna be visible for days and I don't mind.
She finally stops at the knot. I can NOT take that right now. Her hip movements are slow, but deliberate. She knows what she's doing. I can tell that this isn't her first time. And I bet she can tell that it is mine. Luckily, with Lappland in charge, I don't need to do much. I just lay back and enjoy the best dick I've ever seen. All while this hot Lupo whispers praises in my ear. She seems to enjoy it as well, even if I can't quite take her fully.
After what feels like an eternity, but was probably just a few minutes, she finally goes over the edge. I can feel her warm seed deep inside me. It feels so good... I can't even describe it. Evidently, Lappland isn't done yet as she just keeps going. After that, everything's a blur.
Next thing I remember is laying in bed, both of us exhausted and still naked. Her tail is wrapped around me tightly while we're cuddling. Three hours apparently passed until then and I had around 20 missed calls from Emperor. Didn't call him back, I had a day off. We kept cuddling for a long time after that, watched a movie and actually played Smash. I won.
Final rating: 12/10. I know what Texas saw in her now. She's just the best.
*welcome to the post-segs corner. i do this out of character segment after pretty much every piece of creative writing i do, just talking about how i feel about it.*
*this is the first time i'm writing anything like this so excuse my terrible writing lmao. part of it was also done on a plane. regardless, sesbian lex is here, as promised. personalities don't quite match because in my headcanon Lappy acts the way she does thanks to trauma from her time in the mafia and Exu helps her overcome it. i could probably write a review about Exu from Lappy's perspective as well (next week) if anyone's interested*
*fun fact, my gf (literally Lappy) and i (literally Exu) have the exact opposite dynamic, but i figured this way is a little more lore accurate*
*also image source:* https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/117599962 | r/0sanitymemes | post | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
SAPPLAND LEGS!!!!!! | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
Bro cooked alr
Also, thanks for telling me that your gf's father is *familia della Italiana*. Great help :D | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
what | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
:D | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
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I'm proud that my meme is being used. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
Thank you for the ammunition. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
~~now if only people used my meme as well~~ | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
The last thing I expected to see on my main feed, but well. Its Thursday so, ehhhhhh.
~~Also, Texas from Sora POV when~~ | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
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getting mixed signals here | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
Serbian gex | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
whar | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
Lesbian sex | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
yes but what the fuck is serbian gex | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
When auto correct doesn't let me type sesbian gex | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
reasonable | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
Was waiting for Lappland. was not expecting Exusiai's involvement, lol. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-09-08 |
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they must've got the wrong number | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-09-08 |
Shit's good, I'm just too traumatised by Katao. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-09-08 |
that's why i'm trying to be a little more wholesome
they did poor Exu dirty :c | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-09-08 |
I'm pretty sure they didn't | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-09-08 |
i think what surprised me here is that theres ace combat in terra | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-09-08 |
ace combat is a canon event | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-09-08 |
Well tovarisch, that's the sesbian lex you promised and you did cook. Greatly at that | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-09-08 |
why thank you
somehow this has become my most upvoted post of the year | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-09-08 |
a kebab | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-09-08 |
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しかのこのこのここしたんたんしかのこのこのここしたんたんしかのこのこのここしたんたん
OKAY! Results are in! I am once more a bottle of vodka in and here are the results for the Underrate Unit of Arknights!
Fifth place - Glaucus with 19 votes!
Fourth place - Poncirus with 27 votes
Third place - Meteor with 63 votes
Second place - Heavyrain with 106 votes
And the winner with 200 votes is everyone's dear friend Firewatch! With the power of camouflage and the fire power of a Predator sent by Mr. 42, Firewatch is the winner!
But now, here's a kicker! I tricked ya! We are not looking for an Overrhated Design! No no no, this time it's the BLACK SHEEP of Arknights! Who is the character, operator or NPC, who doesn't seem to belong in the setting?! Whether physically with how they look, or their entire personality/lore in the story that just seems so out of left field, the baseball is wondering why there's a guy moon dancing to second base!!!
Oh as for the picture, [its an old hornwood one!](https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/79360362)
しかのこのこのここしたんたんしかのこのこのここしたんたんしかのこのこのここしたんたん | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
Im gonna have to say Sora. In a world where the sick or discriminated against and the possibility of death is around every corner, there’s an idol who works with a messenger group that is constantly in danger because she’s into one if the workers?
Really just spitballing here | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
> doesn’t belong in setting
TeamRainbow, duh >!/j!< | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
Black sheep eh
Ebenholz | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
Weirdly enough, Ceylon. Out of all the Liberi operators, she resembles a bird the least. Even other Operators that look like "pure" Humans have some kind of quirk like secreting poison or being a biological weapon. Ceylon is just... Ceylon. Sure she comes from money and has a powerful bodyguard, but that's kind of par for the course with people from rich families. I still love her design and she's a solid unit, but I wouldn't be surprised if I saw her in another game, a show, a movie where there's no Kemonomimi or the like and she would still slot right in without changing anything about her. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
Character who doesn't seem to belong in the setting? I'll vote for **Insider**. I remember people saying he looks like someone who came out from webtoon and I kinda agree with it lmao. Although physical looks aside, his personality really fit with Laterano and Arknights as a whole. Remember the church event with Arturia in it? Bro decided to wait for the people inside to turn into seaborn then prepare to kill all of them instead of trying to stop them before they ate the abomination. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
+1, threw me for a loop when I first saw his design | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
Andreana. She is the only one with black hair among a group of albinos. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
Quite straight to the point, aren't we? | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
If we're talking strictly design wise, I'd say Firewhistle
Gonna be real, if today was the day she was announced and you told me she was from a different game I'd believe you | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
just design wise, thorns looks like a regular human compared to everyone around him | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
Those cats from the monster hunter event.
At least team rainbow don't stick out too hard when they're in a company full of veterans and mercs. But what the hell are these 3 even doing out here? | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
Emperor being the comic relief and then defying all logic (fully reviving after being killed, being able to contact the other lupo lords as a huge trump card) for penguin logistics to win in every single penguin logistics based event | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
Scavenger. Her armor looks like its out of xenoblade chronicles and her story is unrelated to any other faction. She is a sweep member but with basically no relevance | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
That's just the curse of the Aegir. Even the AH's look very human compared to everyone else. If Gladiia didn't have fishe scales on the sides of her neck, I'd mistake her for Lady Maria.
Sometimes I wish Spectre had a fat shark tail like Ellen Joe. Sometimes. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
even then, gladiia and a lot of other fishe at least have pointy ears.
agree on specter and skadi looking closer to human though, but somehow thorns stands out more to me. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
SHES WHAT | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
Andreana | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-09-08 |
For me this is the most surprising answer to see | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-09-08 |
Also poor girl keeps getting excluded from AH clears because "she's not good" (aka doesn't killmurder everything within sight in 0.5 picoseconds) | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-09-08 |
Man, I wish I didn't miss yesterday, I'd have fought hard for Shirayuki.
Could've gotten at least 4th | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-09-08 |
Il Siracusano.
Sora thirsts for Cellina Texas harder than even Exu and Lappland - COMBINED. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-10-08 |
Mostima *cough cough* ~~"They're stealing my thing!"~~ | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-10-08 |
ooh, completely forgot to read the six volume story, thanks for reminding me | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-11-08 |
Recommendation: Accompany with [this](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xbq-_2TqHVQ) for full effect.
And then, when the past age kicks up, [this](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LNBjMRvOB5M).
Yeah, I've wanted to write something like this for the longest time.
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There really isn't much to do over here at Davistown, not now, in these years of its slow and certain demise.
The death of Davistown is apparent to its inhabitants, Helena could catch a whiff of it in the air, each year's winter felt colder, and each year the central boilers of this steely behemoth pump with less vigour. Helena knows what it sounds like, the heartbeat of a dying person, mustering all their fury to keep themselves alive, each roar of defiance dissipating into wheezes and sighs. The descent is imminent, and resistance seems futile.
She mindlessly polished a glass cup with a piece of threadbare cloth- remnants of lace remained at its corners, but its original pattern was already torn apart by the rather large holes spanning half the cloth's area. Smaller burnt edges slid fricatively on the foggy, burnished glass, reminding Helena of her past smoking habits. Everyone smoked in Davistown, lighting a roughly rolled cig with the great furnaces' flames was the common dare amongst youths sneaking tobacco around, while older workers filled her bar with the sooty aroma of crisply dried tobacco, rendering the air inside the same as the air outside- Hazy, thick, pale, and warm.
Nearly nobody smokes habitually any more, very few families could afford such a hobby, especially when the occasion to smoke came on more regularly than before.
Like now, Helena thought.
The sun still has a long trail to make before it drops under the horizon, most of her friends would be out in the barrens, foraging for food and fuel. She was very much alone, with nothing to tend to, and nothing to entertain herself with. She could gaze upon the wafting smoke, dissipating as time heads on, guessing at the shapes it made before melting into the wintry air inside. If only she had a pack, even just one-
Helena shook her head.
No, she could not even remember the last time she smoked.
It was bad for the lungs anyway, she was lucky enough to be uninfected, lest she waste her life away on a different illness.
The floor was mopped last night, of course, after Woody's gritty boots clod all over this place, she'd have to mop up tonight as well. The water isn't even clean, but it washes away most of the dirt on the floor well, Helena hates to see the bar dirty, even if none of its usual visitors came as a proper customer... In the state of it all, at least there's still a hint of the past here.
At the centre of the bar, is a square section of floor laid with coloured tiles. In the past those tiles shone bright under the shoes of couples striding across the floor, she would open the cassette player and slide the disco collection on, joining amongst the night's dancers and holding the waist of a lucky young fella. Now, whenever she looks at that patch of ground, she remembers how much older she is now, and how her joints seemed frigid, her muscles tying up at the mention of a dance.
Oh, how they used to dance! She wasn't too old back then, wishing to settle down but never quite managing to, each step echoing the faraway clanging of steel upon steel. She used to change into her best dress in the heat of it all, a magnificently cumbersome thing that flailed everywhere as she threw her head up high, sending its ribbons everywhere in the air, like sparks flashing as the boilers ignited, like the firelights that shone beyond the windows every night back then, from under the billowing smoke of the town's centrepoint.
And even before that, twoscore years ago, her dance with the fumbling youth- Yes, that is how she remembers him, the young man frozen in time long ago- She grasped his hand and led him by the fireplace, kicking up bits of soot and dust, twirling in the evening breeze of Columbian frontier nights. His steps staggered from here to there, and Helena would always let go of his hands, watching a sliver of fear creep up his face as he lost balance- then pulling him back before he fell down. It was like reining a particularly thick-headed burdenbeast, she had to teach the commands first through long nights, so that the two may ride.
Helena took a deep breath in.
They would untie their leather sleeping bags and connect them into a makeshift mat, and he would nervously clamber on top of her. Shivering in the winds, barely protected by any clothing, they were ignited by another flame that could never heat their surroundings, yet their chests burned so passionately she remembered steam coming off the two, together, limbs tied to each other, murmuring ecstatic words to ears. The steam invaded this patch of barren land beneath a thousand stars, not a cloud was in sight, the firelight beside echoed its light on his face, and Helena remembered every single sweat drop on his face, like ornate crystals sealing the firelight within, twinkling faintly in the dark.
Heavy breathing, rhythmic heavy breathing, it was like the steady chord of an older rock song, settling their movements and synchronising their heartbeats. Breaths puffed into the night air and into the flying soot, the aroma of sweat, smoke, and sex flowed into her nostrils, unlike anything she ever experienced before-
Helena found herself leaning against the bar table, panting slightly, her face hot.
Of course, that was a faraway time. Her flaming dress was eaten away by bugs two years ago, all she could salvage were pieces of ribbon, formerly crimson, now faded magenta.
So was the face of the youth all those years ago, some details she remembered vividly, but Helena couldn't quite place his hooked nose where it should be, are his eyes a bit more close together? Memory seems like a notebook washed in the currents of time, these pages were dipped in water too many times, the ink had begun seeping away, and each flip through the fragile leaves of the book may be the last.
But she still remembered these scenes, full of heat and passion, gemstones laid in the rustic pipes of this bar, even if the iron could not withstand the power of time, she could see images glittering between and beyond them.
Before she knew it, Helena began to hum, a tune that she does not know if the others remembered- All those years ago.
*I wandered here alone, not a penny to my name*
*My hometown far behind me, miles and miles away*
*The barrens stretch before me, as far as I could see*
*And who's waiting at the end, who indeed but she*
The light outside began to dim, after an hour, maybe, Miles would appear in the doorway hauling in knobs of tree stumps, and ask to use the chopping axe in the yard behind. Woody often arrives later, and only then can they wait for Leone's shift today to end.
Beyond the scratched, wiped window panes, Helena could still see the steady stream of smoke weaving its way into the sky, a thin wisp reminiscent of the town's might years ago... But still alive, barely, but still.
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*She spread her arms, spread her heart, showed me that pretty face*
*And from that moment on, I found my dreams in her embrace* | r/0sanitymemes | post | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
u/Shot-Narwhal-4268 it is done, ty for the idea.
Really liked CW, of course parts of the story was still a bit illogical, but the aesthetics and the atmosphere really did it for me.
Oddly enough, Coldshot actually fares well with the titular sexual bit, it wasn't weird writing that part at all... Am I increasing in my coomer tendencies? Or is her presentation just inherently linked with this sort of inclination?
Anyways, if no one asks for anything that I can work with, the next one would be back in Kawalerielki. If anyone wants to see someone, comment and I'll see if I can make it work. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
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Oh, this is melanchonic in a pleasant way, almost forgot this was a "sex review". This reads more like something I would read on AO3.
Man that event was just sad with the Davidstown plot. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
It was one of my most favorite events, the kind that doesn’t come to mind when I try to count the top 10s but should. HG did a good job on presenting the artistic side of the situation.
I guess I’ll focus more on the “review” aspect next time :) there’s actually sections of sex in this one so I relaxed and didn’t scramble to qualify the story to be a “sex review”. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
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This is good. REALLY good. Like, I could imagine flipping open a novel and reading this.
PLEASE upload it to AO3. Or somewhere, anywhere. Don't let it get buried under the reddit algorithm, it deserves so much better. (Not that I'm forcing you, I'm just... sad, seeing some stellar stuff get buried in a site that isn't built for this kind of writing.) | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
I'll be yoinking that for my Saileach shrine | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-09-08 |
Thanks! I don't have an account on AO3 though, idk how it could work that way. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-09-08 |
[Just sign up!](https://archiveofourown.org/invite_requests) It'll take a few days to process the account, but you should be able to get one for completely free. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-09-08 |
BASED | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-09-08 |
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Bro really tried to slide “fricatively” in there like we wouldn’t notice
(if you’re using it to set up more breath imagery it’s a great idea, but more down-to-earth language might fit the overall tone better)
^((please continue cooking)^) | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-09-08 |
Thought the questionable choice of tone would be really obvious, I didn’t read the story in EN, so when I checked the EN names for reference the rough vibes of the text caught me unawares ;p by that point it was too late to swap everything so I just went with it. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-09-08 |
I actually haven’t played or read through the event at all, so I can truly say the roughness came through perfectly! And I want “fricative” to stay so badly, maybe something more obviously breathy like “hissed a fricative against the foggy glass”?
…or ignore my over-serious notes on this already fantastically written shitpost, it’s just hard to turn Writer Brain off lol | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-09-08 |
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//1099 July 3 5:59 PM Rhodes Island Landship
In operation, travel path clear
“Ahh shite… oi, doc! Still awake, are ya?” ‘Mandragora’s not-so delicate words break me from the daydreaming, my personal assistant of two months, the trauma of Londinium with the physical marks left on her body leading me to wanting to keep her close’
“Ah- yes- yes Mandragora… How was the cantine lineup?” ‘I ask her while rubbing my temples, work has been slow. For now at least it consisted of only 4 hours of simulation practice and paperwork’
“Ha, some good food… as always…” ‘Her confident voice subsides as her tail thumps against the doorway, walking in with her staff awkwardly trudging along by her side, still uncertain with using it as she had her previous staff’
‘She had spent most of the day running errands across Rhodes Island, she had grown quite accustomed to the web of sectors, though still far from any logistical operators’
“Say, doctor… Do you actually ever eat? Never see you down in the cafeteria, much less sneaking in a snack here and there” ‘Mandragora asks, crossing her arms as she lays against one of the bookshelves Iris tends to store her children's stories in, her tail curls behind her legs as her amber eyes pierce towards mine’
“Oh- well I show up to social events of course… but otherwise I’m living off nutrient packs every morning and night, even though I feel fine past this suit… It’s best to trust the medical staff, Kal’tsit would have my head if she was to find me eating raw noodles and washing it down with boiling water again…”
“Ha, that hag, one right ol’ headache ain’t she– wait- Doctor did I hear that right?! Raw…” ‘Mandragora goes to reiterate the open secret that Kal’tsit had told me back in the ruins of Chernobog, a memory clouded with trauma before and after, an oasis in my mind still.’
“Yes… Quite the fond memory of hers, could you believe that Kal’tsit actually smiled while telling me that story?”
“Pssh- you bloody lying now you git! Had me going till that part!” ‘Mandragora playfully chuckles as her posture relaxes everso’
“... Doctor, just between us… but if you want, I can sneak you some food, everyone feels hungry from time to time and it’d be ya needing a snack to keep properly thinkin’” ‘She chuckles to herself evermore, looking down to the ground in front of herself’
‘Her Feline ear flickers as she sighs’
“Hm, no need for that Mandra, I’m not on some strict restriction” ‘I chuckle, trying to lighten the mood’
‘This reminded me of the amount of records I dug through after returning from the Londinium conflict, taking a particular interest in Mandragora and the Dublinn… Even so much to vouch to Kal’tsit and overlook her treatment’
‘Even now, the long slit of that Sarkaz general’s blade is visible past her sewn together Dublinn uniform empty of any resemblance of the faction, repaired like the caster herself’
“This makes me wonder, what was the food like in Dublinn?” ‘I ask innocently, watching the life from Mandragora gloom instantly’
“... Do you have any paperwork I can help organise? Or what of-” ‘Her tail has stopped moving and even her ears began to slump against her head, she is looking to the side. Her tone frozen and her body grown rigid’
“Do you not want to talk about it?” ‘I cut to the chase, sending Mandragora mute for what feels like an hour, her eyes dimmed as she looks down at herself, touching the long red line before grinding her teeth’
“What would make you think I want to talk about that blasted faction? What right do I have to tell about anything they did…” ‘She spits her venom as she grabs her staff, aiming it at the ground in front of her, tapping it against the ground’
“... Mandragora-”
“No… I won’t let you push me to talk about those bastards… Only good people in there died in the line of duty… and… I really should’ve too…” ‘Her tail flicks angrily, her ears pull back and her eyes are filled with anger directed at nowhere specific’
“Mandragora… what are you talking about?” ‘I ask in disbelief, grabbing my chair to stand up but she quickly focuses herself and stills her breath’
“I’m alright… just… I don’t get it. What's so important about me? Why do you want to know this? There ain’t no information in me, doc… All I was ever told are white lies at best…”
“It’s not about information- Mandragora… I was just wondering… I thought you would like to reminisce about… That faction…”
“You can say Dublinn all you bloody want… I…”
‘Mandragora looks to the side, her weary eyes bouncing onto the newly installed coffee maker’
“How does that machine work? When’d it get installed?”
“Oh- yesterday, cafeteria had no need of it since they switched to a higher capacity Mama Johns coffeemaker, so the old one was moved to my office for accessibility…”
“Uhuh, so how does it work- I’ll make a coffee for you-” ‘With a blur, Mandragora walks towards the coffee maker, a desperate attempt to find something to distract herself, the memory of Dublinn still a festering wound on her mental’
“You put the cup in and press the button on the back… cafeteria already filled it up, should be good for at least 15 uses but-”
“No buts or ifs! It’s a bloody assistant’s job to do this kind of chores… right? Better do this than waste my time on… that…”
‘She puts a cup in there with little time spent, though not without hardship as the capabilities of reaching the back of the machine is the new issue’‘It was a hastily made installation, put onto an already moderately high table with the back of the machine facing the wall even I had issues operating it with the brief time it’s been installed, for someone like Mandragora it’d be impossible’
‘Though, this didn't let the headstrong Feline back down, climbing onto the table hosting the; in retrospect rather stupidly put machine…’
“Err… Mandra-” ‘Once again she cuts me off as her head is firmly turned from me, tail hugging the table as she steps back’
“... Oh! I got it!” ‘She stumbles back, off the table and onto the ground standing firmly with her staff in hand’
“M-Mandra…?” ‘At this point I doubt she’s even hearing me, though I won't assume so much, yet.’
“This staff… time to put it to use, eh Doc…?” ‘She looks to me with teary eyes and a shaking breath, she’s panicking…’
“I’ll turn it on… No need to worry-” ‘I go to stand up as Mandragora’s shaking breath silences me, her staff shining a bright amber’
“N- No you stay seated! I- It’s an assistant’s job, this one… just like how a commander is meant to command and assistant is meant to assist!” ‘Rocks begin to pool at her feet, her shoes slowly rising off the ground’
‘The same sort of Arts I saw in the combat records, Arts capable of floating… Mandragora’s Arts ooze potential in every faucet, from both combat to utility, perhaps capable of rivalling history’s greatest casters’
‘All without being Infected, her staff glows further as rocks begin to surround her momentary flight’
‘CLANK’‘One strikes the machine head on, sending both it and the table toppling towards one side’
‘CRASH’
‘In a quick and loud motion, the coffee machine is on the ground, the coffee grains are on the ground and the mug is in pieces.’
‘Thankfully the water had yet to be turned on, being the button behind the machine’
‘Though that button stayed connected, while the machine itself did not’
‘I stand up from my seat as Mandragora’s rocks fall to the ground alongside her, kneeling on the ground, both hands holding her head’
“I’m so… I’m so bloody useless! What am I… Nothing but… but…”
“Mandragora- you’re an operator of Rhodes Island- It’s alright-”
‘She looks up to me, bewilderment in her eyes’
“S- Stop where you are- don’t come any bloody closer I’ll clean this mess up… I- I-”
“It’s okay… Mandra- you’re-” ‘She is crying, tears dripping, staining the otherwise dry coffee grains’
“Why am I still alive… What does Rhodes Island want from me… What do you want from me? Why couldn’t I just be left behind… to die in a backwater hole… a sewer… Why do I have to suffer…” ‘She asks herself as I continue to walk towards her’
‘Click’
‘I step onto a piece of the shattered mug, snapping it in half causing a small sound, the commotion and the use of Arts having had all the rights to trigger, sending every able bodied Operator to protect me from Mandragora’
‘My blood grows cold as I momentarily halt’
‘Mandragora immediately pulls her hand away from her tear filled face, grabbing onto her staff and haphazardly aiming it at me’
‘Despite looking into the staff of a prodigy caster, I cannot get my mind off that Kal’tsit has had all the rights to strengthen the emergency response’
“S- STOP! I- I- haha I see now- you love to see me suffer! Just like any leader… every leader… ruthless… ruthless bloody bastard-”
‘I step towards her as her staff shines an amber colour. I cannot halt knowing what’s to potentially happen to her… after all she’s but a-’
“The saying ‘Keep your enemies closer than your friends’ is not lost on you… Huh? Am I that loose of a cannon… a caged BLOODY ANIMAL TO YOU?” ‘She screams towards me with agonising strains pulling her vocal cords into a painful symphony, still a prisoner to Rhodes Island, one let to its core…’
“Mandra.” ‘I firmly interrupt her words as I reach towards the Feline cowering on the ground in front of me, still a few steps too far’
“What’s there to say apart from my name huh? You- You know I’m worthless! I’m damaged! Meant to have died- been thrown away!” ‘She pulls back sheepishly, hesitating for a moment as her eyes shake in fear, her hands are quivering with small pale slender fingers governing over her staff like a child holding onto their parent’s clothes for support’
“What’s… what’s to stop Rhodes Island from doing what Dublinn did…? What’s there for me to trust in when the job I was assigned to- bloody assistant duty I keep messing up at!”
‘I take another step towards her, words reaching her is a far gone aspect when it comes to Mandragora, to converse her in a language she understands is my only option. And speed is something I have to follow before emergency Rhodes Island operators arrive to the commotion… A bead of sweat forms as she would be dealt as a threat… be it anyone saw the altercation between us at this moment’
“What… what…” ‘Mandragora starts to fully, audibly sob, a trickle of tears falling down as her staff dims’
“... Mandragora… I’m here. I think you’re an awesome assistant. Everyone messes up and that is alright… It’s to be a person to make mistakes-” ‘I try to harmonise my voice despite my rising worry’
“Haha… is this another part of your scheme? Butter me up like The Bandit… You know everything about me… doc… Truly like The Leader-” ‘She grits her teeth as her eyes focus back onto me with conviction, like she was looking into hell when it came to my eyes’
“... I don’t know much about you. But that’s exactly what I want to change… Ever since I returned from Londinium you stuck out to me as… someone…” ‘The memories of Frostnova clash in my mind, the princess of snow sitting on the hand of the Wendigo… Yet for Mandra life had not even given her that, nothing but despair and anguish… now sitting in tears in front of me. Ears slump to the ear and tail curled between her legs’
“... Why… Why care about me? What is there for you to gain…?”
“I have to gain a good person, a talented caster and an experienced commander. Mandragora. That’s what I have to gain-”
‘Before I could react, Mandragora’s staff glows amber and the rocks which she once used to float now strike towards me as she lashes out a wicked grin’
‘The rocks aim around my neck floating gently despite her rigid breath. Flaking and chipping away as Mandragora chuckles, I watch the otherwise smooth rocks turn into rigid, jagged fangs slowly circling my neck, poking, piercing at my throat’
‘I gulp as fear sets in… Not for her, but for a moment I too, begin to fear death… That I’ve misjudged her. I hear her voice once more’
“You are playing a dangerous game… I think I have a fair guess as to which of the three is most interesting to a tactician like you… Doc-tor.” ‘She’s taking heavy breaths, holding her staff with a shaky breath as she emphasises the title of mine mockingly, or at least attempting to despite her rising lack of confidence’
“... I’m… I don’t bloody know… Doctor… I could kill you right now… that’s not very ‘leader’ like now is it?” ‘She almost flashes a smug smile, though the burden and worry of her being left behind is too overwhelming to be in any sort of joking mood’
“... Mandragora as long as I’m here… You won’t be left behind like Dublinn had. I saw all records I could find of you… I tried best to understand you-” ‘I’m not losing another. Not letting it happen.’
“Ha, so much for trying to understand a crazed Taran witch… why are you doing this to yourself, doctor? Do you really have no self worth…?” ‘She asks, as her eyes momentarily travel off of me and onto the window to the side of my office’
‘I take a step forward’
‘My shoe leaves an imprint on the coffee grains’
‘I gulp as my neck feels a sharp stab. I push against Mandragora’s collar of sharpened rock in defiance, letting it press against my skin. It instantly stops its slow encirclement’
‘She looks back to me with a panicked expression blunt on her face, quickly holding onto her staff, aiming it back towards me hurriedly’
“Oh bloody hell!! Doctor!!” ‘She pulls the collar along as I march towards her relentlessly. Hammering in the simple message of my worried soul.’
“S- stop walking like that… I could…” ‘Her voice weakens as I start to tower over her, another tyrant by her gaze… No…’
“You won't stab me. I don’t have anything to fear, after all you respect soldiers, no, you respect everyone who doesn't abuse their power…” ‘All aspects that Horn’s records of Mandragora had told me, after all she is quite mature when it came to directing her anger and resentment towards… A balance no longer possibly unkept, like the mug I walked past… too had shattered her views of the world-’
“Power’s meant to be abused… but not when it’s a bloody birthright… Doctor where… where are you getting with this… I- I don’t bloody understand you!” ‘She cries out in confusion, anger, and a cavalcade of further motions tugging at her heart and mind both, puppeteering her hands whether to tighten the collar around me, to slaughter me or to let me keep marching towards her, eventually letting me reach out’
“... I want to make a deal with you, simple as that…” ‘I say in a calm voice, slowly kneeling down in front of her, a tired expression present on my face no doubt as I had put all my emotion into my words, her pale skin matched up nicely to the tile floor, a small distraction of mine in the moment of facing death so close’
“Tch… speak your mind already… I… I’m willing to listen, that much is not lost on me…” ‘She seethes as her eyes dig for mine, yet as I look up to her, this time my gaze piercing her amber globes… I have shown the same spark as her previous leader had.’
‘With rocks around my neck, I open my mouth, no sudden movements, just reaching my hand out towards hers, a small smile curling up at my mouth’
“I will do my best to make you feel like home here on Rhodes Island… To be someone you can trust in, I’ll truly do everything”
“In exchange” ‘I sigh, opening my palm’
“If I ever betray you, abandon you… or fail you.”
“I’ll kill you.” ‘Mandragora replies to my words, a momentary stun fracturing my composure’
“...?” ‘I look to her as my eyes widen yet feel no change with the ’
‘Mandra’s eyes tear up’
“You speak my language… doc… If ya ever turn your back on me… betray me… I’ll kill ya… I’ll bloody cleave ya, leave nothing to bury… You ever toy with my trust… my loyalty and I’ll make sure to keep this promise.” ‘She speaks her vitriol yet her hand reaches towards mine, ensnaring it in her pale grasp. Holding, squishing it tightly like I’m one of her very own earth sculptures come alive’
“I’m fine with those terms, I accept them.” ‘I don’t hesitate to heed her call, to think through the possibilities, and betraying her will never be one of such. Not again, not this time. Not ever.’
‘One by one, the rocks around my neck drop to the ground’
‘Her pale hand coils further as she smiles, a bleak smile but one of genuine emotion’
“Doctor… you know what kind of promise you’re making here…”
‘I nod my head, yet she still affirms the prospects I’ve expected from this’
“I’ll make sure nothing of you remains on Terra to be buried… Rhodes Island… then Dublinn both… ya hear?” ‘She asks, still spitting her vitriol as her tail thrashes against the floor, the smile on her face a bit more genuine’
‘I sigh, noticing her strong grasp on my hand, pulling her towards me as I stand up from my kneeling position’
“!! What are you-” ‘She blurts out as I embrace her, putting my free arm around her back, feeling her warm skin against my coat, her uneven breathing and soaring heart rate both.’
“This isn't very leader-like either, but I’m glad you’re… willing to be here” ‘I breathe a sigh of relief as I look down to her dark brown hair, her ears still slumped in uncertainty while being held so close, I am counting my blessings for not having triggered the emergency response system’
“Like I have much to bloody loose and who knows…” ‘Mandragora pulls my ear as she brings me down to eye level, a playful emotion passing through her after a harrowing storm that was the near lethal encounter’
“Maybe while I get to enjoy this paradise… I get to be of some actual use to you too…” ‘She returns to her sorrow just as quick as her eyes connect to mine again, I slowly slide my hand to the side and away from her back’
‘Mandragora slowly steps back, her tail firmly curled around her leg as she looked to the side, her staff hung, barely grabbed onto by her as she tried to understand her emotions the same way I attempted to’
‘I made her depart soon, telling her that I’ll handle all issues involving the coffee machine, which the medical department’s night shift eagerly took in to fix up’
‘Though, with no alternative solution to make the water button be placed better, they offered me an… alternate solution.’
// 1099 July 4 7:39 AM Rhodes Island Landship
‘Mandragora groggily walked into my office to start her assistant duties, still scratching her eyes and occasionally trying to scratch the deep wound she endured, only to quickly withdraw with a wince of pain on her face’
“Morning… Operator Mandra reporting for…” ‘She looks around the office, much to her surprise the coffee machine has miraculously survived her assault, having had its body polished up by one of the more over the top engineering operators’
‘And there stood, the machine to alleviate the pain which had caused yesterday’s run in with the grim reaper’
‘Mandragora, in silence walked over to examine the newly added tool, the high pride of the engineering department’
‘Click'
‘Click’
‘Clink’
‘Tink tink tink’
‘It’s an adjustable stepping stool.’
‘Mandragora looks to me in an emotion I can only describe as a death stare’
“Oh you’re taking the piss…” ‘She mutters in disbelief, her eyes darting back to double check whether the portable staircase design of the stool is indeed; superb’
“Well… It’ll help us avoid-”
‘STRIKE’
‘A rock met my face, a small one but still sent with the annoyance only a crazed Feline Taran lady can muster, right up there with an Iberian mother’s slipper strike… As I have heard from one of Elysium’s many tales’
‘I had a headache the whole day through, even despite Mandragora bringing me an ice pack on three occasions’
7/10 her almost killing herself definitely added to the excitement factor, my own life being put onto the line also, most definitely added to it as well. Expected more screaming and a lot more of my blood around.
Check back next Thursday for the Cuddle Review: Mandragora, I'm gonna try making this a weekly thing
Also check [Tara Our promised home](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1q7qiWfA9UmePtXbAmAWLd427zEsWtvAAaa7jR0rn7fs/edit?usp=sharing) out where I'm slightly less schizophrenic and tackling actually fun topics like WAR and DEATH and KILLING VICTORIANS
Hope this still abides by subreddit rules. I will combat Sex reviews, for they are icky. | r/0sanitymemes | post | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
This is not copium. I am making my own reality. Fuck you gonna do? Make me take my meds?
Please don't | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
WITH MOONLIGHT ONE MELTS OUR PLANET OF IRON
FORGING OUR OWN GODS AND HEARTS WITHIN
CHARGE ON BROTHER | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
this is beyond copium, this is something else entirely | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
I slightly hope this post reaches Hypergryph so they know what monstrosities have they created. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
It's gonna get so, so much worse | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
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Fuck sex, we wholesome now | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
What is the likelihood that Mandrago/Mandrake and Eblana and all the Dublin soldiers a re just vibing to black and yans when their off duty? | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-09-08 |
I'M GOING TO MANDRA | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-09-08 |
https://i.redd.it/czira1h7rshd1.gif
Gotta respect the effort 😭 | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-10-08 |
[Who is wining the yapping contest?](https://preview.redd.it/nij670xqmghd1.jpg?width=500&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=ffccdd3c64c8ec61d5499694a7e4964e898bccf8)
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Kal'tsit has centuries of yapping experience, she negs due to stat difference | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
kibty, she shrimply lived for longer | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
Centuries old cat Vs. Woman with a hivemind of her alt universe selves? Hard to say | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-08-08 |
faust obv she has an entire discord chat behind her while kalstit might get dementia any second faust no diffs | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-09-08 |
Kal'tsit yapping about the history of busses whilst Faust yaps about all the names of the screws on Mephistopheles | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-09-08 |
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