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Fanmail the Fifteenth
[ Fanmail will be found in big boxes full of letters in the lobby, to be easily found by anyone who's walking by if the box isn't pulled quick enough. Some letters have QR codes, with instructions to scan them with your cell phone's free QR code scanner function. Beyond the letters that are submitted below, you may assume there are more letters in every box if you'd like.
Although bodies of letters may include idol aliases, assume every envelope and package is addressed to or otherwise uses the official idol name of the character.
Letters found in the "Everyone" header may be assumed to be part of every unit's box, most likely with multiple copies of the submission unless otherwise stated.
Characters on hiatus have their fanmail IC saved and stuffed into their mailbox for when they return! They'll be located in this post for easy findings, but don't worry, the fans' feelings will reach the character somehow ;)
Fanmail given to dropped characters will be sent to everyone in the unit, though still labeled with the dropped character's name. You can find these in the "Every Unit" subheader. ]
LiliS
sensitIV
pep!pep!
Taisho Roman Revolution
BAD END=DEAD END
future is now
WILD CITY
☆ZRAEL
Heart Soldier Senshi
AlcheME!
avante en garde
BARiTONES
Everyone
Although bodies of letters may include idol aliases, assume every envelope and package is addressed to or otherwise uses the official idol name of the character.
Letters found in the "Everyone" header may be assumed to be part of every unit's box, most likely with multiple copies of the submission unless otherwise stated.
Characters on hiatus have their fanmail IC saved and stuffed into their mailbox for when they return! They'll be located in this post for easy findings, but don't worry, the fans' feelings will reach the character somehow ;)
Fanmail given to dropped characters will be sent to everyone in the unit, though still labeled with the dropped character's name. You can find these in the "Every Unit" subheader. ]
sensitIV
pep!pep!
Taisho Roman Revolution
BAD END=DEAD END
future is now
WILD CITY
☆ZRAEL
Heart Soldier Senshi
AlcheME!
avante en garde
BARiTONES
Everyone
future is now
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A New Mascot
It's a cute dress.
Medusa still has no idea how he became the primary candidate to wear it.
It went from, "wouldn't it be nice if there was someone to pick up around here," to "do you remember the maid dresses from that one game?" with remarkable speed.
Angel and Silence disappeared to AlcheME and back almost before he could even blink.
Now he's trapped standing here with Angel and Silence staring up at him. Angel's eyes are wide and earnest. Silence is cradling the dress with careful hands, as though it is as valuable as her precious Jyanta.
"Please?" says Angel. "I can't wear it. It doesn't fit me."
"AlcheME has the power to shrink objects," Medusa points out, levelly.
"AlcheME was kind enough to lend us the dress," says Silence. "It would be irresponsible to trouble them further."
"It matches your mask," says Angel.
"The living room is in dire need of tidying," says Silence.
"We can help clean," says Angel. "You don't have to do it alone. I just thought you could be our mascot!"
"Jyanta is our mascot," says Silence, then glances at Angel in time to catch the heartbroken expression that flickers across her face. "...but we could have two."
Angel's smile is brighter than the sun.
"See?" says Angel. "You'll be our mascot, and you can clean important things like Intensity's blueprints and my sheep!"
Medusa doesn't know why blueprints need cleaning. For that matter, he doesn't know why sheep do, either. But when he opens his mouth to point this out, he finds that he can't quite bring himself to say it.
Instead, he holds his hand out, expectant.
Silence drapes the dress over his wrist, solemn, almost reverent.
There's nothing to say but, "I'll go get changed."
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Lessons Learned
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It’s the last period of the day, and Nemesis is bored out of her mind.
Intensity’s okay one-on-one, but he’s kind of a crap teacher. His first mistake is, he has no patience. His second mistake is thinking half the class – or any of the class, really – is into accelerometers and the plesiochronous digital hierarchy as much as he is.
He's been talking for half an hour, non-stop, and the words are mush in her ears by now. She just doesn't care, not even with a test coming up on Friday.
She's not the only one, either.
At the desk next to her, Requiem's propped her chin up on her hand and set her elbow on the desk. She's nodding off; her eyelids keep drooping closed and then fluttering open again. Her chin dips down toward her chest and then jerks up, once, startled back into wakefulness.
If Intensity had noticed, she'd be heading to the principal's office by now, but Intensity's knee deep in the diagram he's putting up on the chalk board, lost in his own world.
There's time, in other words, for Nemesis to save her girlfriend a black mark on the record. All she's got to do is wake her up, some.
She reaches over, casual, and sets her hand on Requiem's thigh. Req starts and glances at her sidelong. By the look on her face, startled and a little flustered, she's suddenly much more awake.
Mission accomplished.
Nemesis slides her hand slowly upward, fingers dipping toward the inner thigh, where the skirt from their school uniform doesn't cover the skin. Requiem stares at her, disbelieving – scratches something out on her notebook, and underlines it: what are you doing???
Nemesis shows her what she's doing. She lets her hand trail up further, fingertips ghosting along Requiem's panties, tracing the shape of what they find there.
With her other hand, she writes in the notebook: 30 min left of class. Gotta keep you awake.
Requiem flushes deeper – glances up at Intensity, his back to the class, lost in the diagram. She glances at the desks around them, all full, the students facing forward, intent and focused. Under the desk, she spreads her legs a little, and Nemesis takes it as an invitation.
She presses her fingers together, forefinger and ring finger, and she drags them up and down the center line of the panties, just enough pressure to tease. When she reaches the clit, she slows enough to get her thumb in on the action, scraping at it gently through the fabric with a fingernail.
Requiem goes very still; Nemesis can hear the sharp intake of air through her nose.
Nemesis is pretty pleased with herself, right up until the flustered expression on Requiem's face is replaced by one of mingled heat and determination, and Req's hand slips beneath the desk, as well.
The first touch comes as a surprise, even though she really ought to know better. Requiem cups her, gently, through the panties – presses in with the flat of her hand and starts to rub.
Nemesis is sure she's bright red; her face is suddenly hot. She's agonizingly aware that, however absorbed Intensity is with the lesson, he could turn around at any second, and her face would probably give them away.
It feels unfair, now that she's the one of the receiving end. Her own fingers pick up the pace, in retaliation.
It doesn't take long before Requiem's panties feel damp, even from the outside. It doesn't take long before Nemesis is sure that hers are wet, too.
Nemesis has never considered the logistics of feeling up her girlfriend in class before; it's surprisingly difficult, to keep it under wraps. She can't move as much as she wants, not unless she means to draw attention to what she's doing. The motion's confined to the subtle up-and-down drag of her fingers.
She's pretty sure Req's having the same problem, because the touches are not quite enough – just enough to rile her up, but not enough to get her to where she wants to be. She shifts in her chair, trying not to squirm – glances at the clock, counting down the minutes.
Intensity's talking about some new topic, saying they'd better pay attention because it'll be on the test, but Nemesis can't bring herself to care. Beside her Requiem bites down on a knuckle to stifle a gasp, and that rachets the heat rolling through her even higher.
Nemesis wants to be home already.
She wants to spread Requiem out on the bed and press her down into the covers, to pull her skirt up and her panties down, and lick until she rakes her nails down Nemesis' back. She wants to be somewhere Requiem doesn't have to muffle any noises.
She's so lost in the fantasy, she barely notices when Requiem nudges Nemesis' panties aside – drags a finger up the slick slit, bare skin on bare skin.
Nemesis shudders, hard. She shoots her girlfriend what's trying to be a glare, but either it falls way short or Requiem doesn't take the hint, because that long, slim finger is slipping inside her, so good it aches.
Nemesis holds onto the edge of her desk with the metal hand, like grounding herself will do anything to stop the rolling waves of heat inside her. Requiem eases the finger in and out a couple of times, teasing, before she pulls it back entirely – trails the still-slick pad of it over her clit, back and forth, short sharp circles that she knows damn well are the fastest way to get Nemesis to finish.
Finishing's off the table right now, though – not in a room with this many people, not with Intensity droning on about some topic they absolutely have to understand, not with her metal fingers leaving indents in the wood of the desk.
"Breathe, Kitty," Requiem whispers, and she's smiling, and Nemesis realizes, belatedly, that at some point her own fingers have stopped moving and she has, in fact, forgotten to breathe.
She sucks in air, two great gulps. Her whole body feels overheated; her thighs feel sticky, and Requiem hasn't stopped, and she's going to –
The bell rings, and they both jerk back, guilty.
Requiem bangs her knuckles on the underside of the desk and yelps; Nemesis snatches her hand back like she's been burned. Intensity has fixed them both with a cool, unimpressed sort of stare, but Nemesis doesn't care. Class is over. Class is over, and as soon as they get home, she's going to press Requiem into the mattress and make every single second of her daydream come true.
When she stands, she's humiliated to realize that she's wet enough for a drop to escape her panties and slip down her thighs, and her face burns; she presses her legs together and hopes that no one notices, then bends to collect her backpack.
"Nemesis," says Intensity, from where he's standing up near the front of the room. "Requiem."
Somehow, Nemesis manages to overcome the embarrassment enough to look up at him. Her face is still hot, and the rest of her feels hotter. She had been right there, teetering on the edge. "Yeah?"
"You two aren't going anywhere," he says.
"What?" says Nemesis.
"Dude," says Requiem. "Didn't you hear the bell? Class is over."
"For those of you who don't have detention, yes. I suppose it is."
Nemesis feels her face go even hotter. "What for?" she says, like a challenge, even though she doesn't really want him to answer that.
He doesn't answer that.
"Two hours ought to suffice, I think," says Intensity.
"What the hell," says Requiem, and draws herself up, like she means to start arguing.
Intensity makes a considering kind of hum. "Make that three."
Her mouth snaps closed with an audible click.
"Now," says Intensity. "Get your things."
Nemesis shares a glance with Requiem, quick and uncertain.
"Not to look a get out of jail free card in the mouth," says Nemesis, "but that can't mean you changed your mind already."
A small smile tugs at the corner of Intensity's mouth. "Of course not," he says. "Since you can't be on your best behavior at the back of the class, the two of you can come sit in the front row, instead. Maybe this time you'll be able to keep your hands to yourselves."
Nemesis shares another look with Requiem, longer this time. Her cheeks are burning.
She reaches, reluctant, to gather up her backpack.
It's going to be a long, long three hours.
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Extra Parts
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D.Va/King
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King's the first.
She's not planning to use them or anything; they just kind of pop out, while they're in the middle of making out.
It's not like he's never seen them before, but all the same, when she opens her eyes and leans back from the kiss to see what's caused him to slow down, he's staring.
They're easy to stare at. They're pink and blue, slick masses of pure muscle. They're impressively large, and they're got a mind of their own, and there's four of them.
D.Va finds herself blushing. "They kinda do their own thing," she says, and tries to will them back inside, to dubious success.
King reaches out a hand, curious, to stroke along the surface of one. "You don't control them?"
D.Va shudders at the gentle touch. "Sometimes?" she says. "Sort of. But mostly they –"
King hasn't stopped stroking, and it's very distracting. Her words trail off into silence, and she shudders again, hard.
"Can you feel that?" he asks, like it isn't obvious already.
D.Va opens her mouth to reply, but what comes out instead is a moan, because his forefinger has discovered the tip, and he's rubbing over it, back and forth, leaning forward as though fascinated by the way the surface ripples.
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D.Va/Lucifel
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Lucifel's an accident.
She doesn't even mean for him to see them.
It's just, the live is for a checkup, and she's still recovering from that last game. She doesn't think anything of it when he asks, in his soft voice, if he can check to make sure the wounds are clean before he heals them.
He rolls her shirt up, to peer at her back. He swabs the injuries out with great care. He sets a hand on her and coaxes the wounds closed with magic.
Then he says, "Ah," and she hears him take a startled breath in.
The tentacles have snaked around his waist before she's aware of what they're trying to do. His eyes are very wide, and his cheeks are tinged a delicate pink.
She's aware of the tips of the tentacles trailing slowly over the soft skin of his abdomen, because she can feel it.
"They're awfully forward," manages Lucifel.
He doesn't look displeased. He looks like he's considering them, eyes half-lidded. He licks at his lips, a flash of pink tongue.
"I could be forward, too," says D.Va, all in a rush. "If you wanted."
The tentacle trails lower, and both of them freeze at the same moment, shivering with pleasure as it finds the place where Lucifel is tenting his skirt and begins to rub.
"Yes," says Lucifel, and licks at his lips again. "I think I'd like that."
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D.Va/Hurricane
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Hurricane is bright red.
The flush darkens his cheeks and extends to his ears. He's looking determinedly everywhere but at her.
"Sorry, dude," he manages, with difficulty, and makes to back out of the room. "I, uh. I didn't know you were busy."
Busy is one way to put it.
D.Va's naked from the waist down, spread out on HSS's couch, and there's a tentacle buried in her, deep and slick, a constant, roiling rhythm that makes her gasp with pleasure.
She wants to be embarrassed. Really she does.
But the tentacle inside her squirms, and she cries out, back arching, toes curling, and forgets all about shame. The other tentacle, one of the ones that's not busy, has reached out to wind its way around Hurricane's ankle, stopping his retreat.
He face goes even redder. "Uh," he manages.
D.Va bites her lip, to try and pull herself together. She levers herself up on one elbow. She doesn't always agree with what the extra appendages in her back get up to, but honestly – honestly, this doesn't seem like all that bad a call.
"Hey," she says. "C'mere."
Hurricane's eyes are so wide it's almost comical. "What?"
"C'mere," says D.Va again. "Why don't you – why don't you hang out a while?"
The tentacle starts to tug, reeling him in.
He hesitates for a long couple of seconds – glances her way, and flushes deeper red, and glances away again. When he swallows, it's audible in the quiet of the room, the only sound besides the soft sclick of the tentacle inside her.
The tentacle tugs at him again, and this time, he lets himself be led.
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D.Va/Kaguya
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Kaguya's a screamer.
D.Va never would have guessed.
The girl's quiet, usually, but not like this – not when she's lying, sweaty and rumpled, in the middle of a pile of thoroughly disheveled blankets.
Every time a tentacle slides into her, it makes a soft, wet squelching sound. Every time it comes free, she makes a soft, breathy little whine, like she's begging for it to come back.
D.Va can't help her. She's been out of control for the better part of half an hour, lost and dazed and honestly, at this point, just along for the ride. The sounds she's making are twice again as loud as Kaguya. She can't help it; the tentacle's surrounded with warmth and wet, and her own fingers are between her legs, working at her clit, and her mind's going blank with the pleasure.
Between the two of them, it's a miracle no one's burst in yet to see whether they're being murdered.
Beside her, Kaguya convulses and wails – reaches out, with shaky fingers, to haul D.Va in for a kiss.
That quiets them down, at least; when D.Va moans again, shaky and long-drawn, it's muffled by the soft press of Kaguya's lips against her own.
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Intensity/D.Va
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Intensity makes it a game, because of course he does.
She shouldn't be surprised that he's got a steel exam table in his laboratory, but there it is, sleek and clinical and shining.
He wants her to lay face down on it.
She tells him he's out of his goddamn mind and doesn't move until he puts down a blanket to keep her boobs from getting squished against the cold metal. It ruins the aesthetic a little, but sometimes sacrifices have to be made.
"All right," says Intensity, and sets a hand on the flat of her back when she's settled. "Experiment one. What does it take to draw them out?"
"You kidding?" says D.Va, "All you've got to do is –"
Then she shuts up because he's snapping on a latex glove, and tracing the tip of his finger along the exposed lips of her labia, and she shudders and just enjoys it.
The tentacles are out before a full minute is up, twitching and undulating.
"Arousal," Intensity notes, sounding satisfied. "Next we'll test sensitivity levels."
He knows damn well they're sensitive.
He knows damn well, but he lays his tools out side by side in a row, like surgical implements: a feather, and a strip of cashmere, and a toothbrush.
D.Va shifts on the steel workbench, already flooded with the heat of anticipation.
"Here's to science," she says, and spreads her legs a little further.
"To science," says Intensity, with a small smile, and plucks up the feather in his gloved hand.
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Along with the images is a note that says: "NOW KISS." ]
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Ends with Malik doing ice sculptures of duel monsters for Anubis]
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A note is also attached:
Entangled Romances are the best ♥]
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"'Til Death do us Part??" Why stop there? :(
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On the back is a hand-written note reading: Who's the sexy killer now!! ♥ ]
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