Fanmail the Fifteenth

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[ 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

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Mercy

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He hates her.

Only, he doesn't.

Staring up at her, a vision in white, he can't remember why the thought even sprang into his mind. She's stunning. More than stunning – she's celestial. The lingerie, white leather, hugs her curves, and the garter encircles her thigh in exactly the right way to draw attention to all that bare, creamy skin. The stained glass high up on the church walls, window after arched window depicting God's glory, lets in just the right hues to flatter her.

Her legs are scarred, above her white ankle boots, but Asmodeus doesn't mind. The flaws only add to the perfection, like a chipped dish repaired with molten gold.

"Do you miss this?" says Pythia, her voice soft and sweet. "It must be nostalgic, for you."

It is, in a way. He's not a lord of lust, anymore. Long gone are the days when his his time comprised an endless parade of supple, willing bodies. In their place are sterile meetings and ugly wounds, schemes and machinations and a thousand ambitions that need tending.

Now that she brings it up, it seems to him there's something warm and inviting about being here on his knees. The leather sleeve that binds his arms behind his back embraces him like a lover, and the collar around his throat reminds him of better times. The throbbing of his cock, bound up in a thick leather ring that encircles his shaft and pulls his balls away from his body – that feels good, too.

The ache is like coming home.

"You may speak," says Pythia, generous.

"Yes," croaks Asmodeus. "I miss this."

"Oh?" says Pythia. "Why is that?"

The words elude him. He feels tongue-tied, before her. His brain has slowed to a crawl; his entire existence centers around the throbbing of his cock.

"It's because he's not getting laid as much anymore," says Exael, helpful, from where she perches on the edge of a pew. Her grin is sharp and a little crooked. Her eyes dance.

If they were anywhere but here, she wouldn't dare be so flippant. If he had her alone, she would pay for the teasing slant to the words. But they are not, and Pythia is looking over him with kind, curious eyes, and so he says nothing.

"Is that so?" says Pythia.

"I have it on good authority," says Exael. She leans forward, and sets her elbows on her knees. "Poor thing hasn't had time to take a lover in months, now."

Pythia's expression softens, and she reaches out to set a hand on the crown of Asmodeus' head. "No wonder you so enjoy these sessions of ours. Do you miss me, when I'm not here?"

"Yes," says Asmodeus. His voice is quiet; he can't quite look at her.

The worst part is, it's true. When they're apart – when he can think beyond how lovely she is, and how benevolent, and how lucky he is to be in her presence – even then, he finds himself remembering the soft curve of her breasts and the gentle tilt of her lips when she smiles.

Pythia tips her head a little, like a graceful bird. "Exael," she says. "He's been honest with us. I believe he deserves a reward."

"Leave it to me," says Exael, bright and chipper.

Then she reaches out, without leaving her spot on the pew, to take his cock in hand.

Asmodeus hisses in a sharp breath between his teeth; he bucks into it, without quite meaning to. They've been at this for hours, already, and every tiny touch feels like too much. He's sure he'd have come long ago, if Pythia had deigned to allow it.

Exael's hand is still slick with lube from the last round, and very, very warm. Her fingers are narrow, and her palm is smooth. She works him in quick, insistent strokes, palming the tip on every upstroke. In ten seconds flat, he's panting. In thirty, he lowers his head and squeezes his eyes shut, overwhelmed.

"That's hardly a way to repay me," says Pythia. "I grant you a boon, and you look away from my glory?"

"I'm sorry," says Asmodeus, breathless.

"Open your eyes," says Pythia.

Asmodeus opens his eyes. He lifts his head again, and finds that she's smiling. His cock twitches in Exael's hand, a fraction of an inch from completion.

"Enough," says Pythia, and Exael lets him go.

Asmodeus groans, low and wanting. When Pythia reaches out to cup the side of his cheek with gentle fingers, he nearly melts.

"I'm afraid you'll have to apologize to me more thoroughly," says Pythia, "if you hope to be forgiven."

She puts a leg out for him, and he follows it down, miles and miles of inviting skin, to the place where the white leather boots cradle her ankle.

"Well?" says Pythia.

"I'm sorry," says Asmodeus again. "Please. I meant no disrespect."

He kisses the leather – once, and then again, and then again – as though by pressing his lips to the surface he can somehow erase his sin.

"Hmm," says Pythia. She draws it out, slow and considering. Her fingers thread into his hair; the nails scratch a little, there against his scalp. "I don't believe you."

The words sound like a death sentence. They sound like the end of the world.

"Unfortunately, you know what that means."

He knows.

It means that he'll be left here, aching and alone, until the magic that holds his bindings dissolves hours from now. It means being found by the demons that come to this church to worship – the Prince of Vengeance, bound and hard and on his knees, waiting for a blessing that will never come.

"Please," says Amodeus again. "God is merciful. God is kind."

"God," says Pythia, quietly, "let the whole world drown." She leans forward to press a kiss against his cheek, and the warmth stings him like a brand.

Then she steps back, and in a blinding flash of light, she and Exael are gone.

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[ There's a box of foam prop versions of items you found in the house! Foam chainsaws! Foam music boxes! Foam attack puppets! What fun! ]

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[It’s a music video set to Yakety Sax featuring footage from Betrayal. All the video is playing at 4x speed and shows fun highlights like people chainsawing each other in half, groups of people running up and down the stairs, dynamite getting tossed in and out of the armory, chaos in the junk room, and an endless montage of murder.]

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[ Remember those cosplayers from the ViewScream photoshoots?

Well, they're back! And they've produced another album for everyone from their latest convention appearance! This time the group shots see them standing in front of a homemade banner reading, in inappropriately cheery lettering, 'HOUSE OF MIRTH II: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO'. There are bloody handprints on it. Is that a kawaii Asmodeus face down in the bottom right hand corner? Is he winking? Why is he flashing a v-sign? Wait, what way round is his hand? There's a lot of fake blood involved this time. A lot. Not all of it, of course, is red: you gotta love that attention to detail! Once again, their coverage is exhaustive: highs and lows, dramatic tableaus, outtakes, goofs, parodies... there's pages and pages of this thing, including any photos individual idols may have received personally. Highlights include:

★ A series of elaborate photoshoots show re-enactments of the fans' favorite murders! On closer examination, some of the murders turn out to be entirely hypothetical, involving idols on the same team, idols who never met, and the occasional idol who isn't even on the show any more. No matter! Why let a little thing like series canon stand in the way of a perfect photo opportunity?

★ A long string of tableaus feature chainsaw duels. Just. All of the fucking chainsaw duels, featuring chainsaws of greater or lesser degrees of believability, from hyper-realistic handmade props (where are con security??), to boxes taped together and colored in with marker, to novelty inflatables. Of course there are staged versions of the real deals - though even here the Dramatic License is getting a workout - but chainsaws do seem to be finding their way into the hands of the most unlikely of participants. Amaranth gets a chainsaw. C gets a chainsaw. Taisho and Avante all get chainsaws. A particular highlight: an Asmodeus cosplayer fleeing from an enraged group of blood-spattered idols, chainsaws held high.

★ A Q cosplayer shows up to photobomb several of the shoots. Holding a plate of cake and a fork, she stares staright into the camera while scenes of mayhem unfold just behind her.

★ A Griffin cosplayer holding a lance is surrounded by cosplayers of every single vampire in Tokyo-F (and at least two people the fandom clearly just like to imagine might be vampires) lying on the floor in positions of feigned agony. Almost all of the vampires appear multiple times. A final image shows Griffin on the floor too: an L cosplayer stands over him with one foot on his head, brandishing a frying pan.

★ A group of cosplayers dressed as Phantom Thieves open fire on one another for no reason in the middle of the convention center's lobby. The skit ends with them all lying on the floor in positions of feigned agony. Yes, that's a QR code at the bottom of the album page. Yes, there's a video of this skit. Yes, it plays out pretty much as you'd expect... right down to the audio cues.

★ The cosplayers get romantic, and stage a series of shoots where their favorite Imeeji couples murder one another - but lovingly! Some are based on real events involving genuine partners; some put a ship-tinted twist on situations that were anything but (romantic chainsaw duels?); others are, of course, wildly fanciful and involve a large amount of wishful thinking. Some of them feature OCs.

★ And, of course, there's another QR code leading to a video. This one has an animated title card with a shaking, bouncing cartoon mansion in one corner, rocked from within by acts of horrible, heartbreaking violence. It opens on a montage set to '(I've Had) The Time of My Life', featuring enthusiastic cosplayers waving, smiling, embracing, brandishing chainsaws, and feigning death throes. A lengthy skit follows featuring three cosplayers dressed as hosts holding Olympic-style scoreboards, rating the various deaths and bloody murders they witness with marks out of ten. A D.Va cosplayer films an altercation with con security who want her to put a top on, in blatant disregard of canonical accuracy; an N cosplayer is chased out of a fountain; a troupe of Eichi cosplayers lip-synch and dance to Rock Me Amadeus; another altercation involves the mass confiscation of a dozen prop chainsaws; the N cosplayer is chased out of the fountain again; Avante and Taisho throw down in a children's play area. It concludes with groups of cosplayers dancing to the 'Ghostbusters' theme, and an end card reading 'Thanks!!'. ]