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dans-den · 2 years

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Soul Hackers 2 Review

What's going on everyone? It's Dan here and today I'll be giving my first Video Game Review on the turn based JRPG, Soul Hackers 2!

This game is another entry from one of my favorite game developers Atlus and Published by my favorite Publisher Sega. I enjoy playing Atlus's other game franchises such as the Shin Megami Tensei series (I've played 3 and 5) and my personal favorite Persona (4, 5, Royal, etc). Both of those franchises have their own distinct personalities in terms of gameplay and theme.

Soul Hackers (much like Persona) was a spinoff game of the SMT series, specifically devil summoner. I find it strange they chose to make a sequel of the soul hackers game 25 years later but it might be due to the success of Persona and SMT back in 2021 with Persona 5 Strikers and SMT 5 doing well. I never played the original Soul Hackers game it was released the same year I was born on the PS1 and by the time I started playing games we had entered into the 6th generation of consoles (GameCube, PS2 and Xbox etc) so I had no clue of this games existence. When I saw Soul Hackers 2 trailer and how this was an Atlus game, I was intrigued to pick it up, I kept an eye on it and didn't end up purchasing the game until last month during Sega's steam sale where I bought the premium edition for about 60 dollars which I consider a decent deal getting the entire game and DLC's.

Now this game has had a very mixed reception and I wasn't sure what it could be. I looked into it and while playing the game, I think I was able to find some of the issues and saw some things I liked about it. I'll start with the theme, SMT is known for being Dark while Persona is more comedic and somewhat light-hearted. Soul Hackers 2 falls more into Persona territory where its theme is more quirky and light-hearted moments with some dark themes mixed into it for the sake of the story, People do die in this game and at times can be graphic. Their gameplay styles also help separate them, SMT is naturally a more difficult game to play even on normal and even easy mode at times. If you mess up once in SMT, your whole turn is done. Persona is more forgiving in that regard though it has its moments where its challenging enough while being able to progress through the story. Soul Hackers 2 is an easier game to play than Persona. Persona still had the turn based mechanics similar to SMT where if you mess up, you only lose a couple turns. It doesn't matter if you mess up in Soul Hackers 2, your turn will be unphased meaning you can complete all four turns whether you mess up or not in battle. That also means that even if you find the weakness, you don't gain a turn, its only four turns. Normally you would gain turns if you find the weakness of enemies, but it doesn't matter here in Soul Hackers 2, four turns is the ruling.

The characters in Soul Hackers are different from SMT and Persona protagonists since instead of high schoolers, the Protagonists consist of Young Adults in their 20's (assuming mid or late 20's) which is refreshing rather than the typical high school A-team. The characters are alright, they have their own personalities to them and their own stories. Ringo (yellow-green) and Figue (Purple) are two sentient AI's in humanoid bodies sent by Aion to protect the world from the impending doom of humanity all while learning what it's like to be human. Arrow is a Devil Summoner of a group called Yatagarasu who's the straight man of the group who lacks in some social queues but is a determined individual loyal to his friends and what he believes in. Milady is the assassin devil summoner from the other devil summoner group called Phantom Society and is the former lover of the main Antagonist Iron Mask. Saizo (my fav) is the comedic relief of the group who is a freelance devil summoner who workers for both sides and is a smooth talker with a charismatic personality. Each one has their own reason to fight and the chemistry between them are fun to watch I'll admit. Though the writing at times feel like they're trying to be hip and appeal to the younger audience and it comes across as cringey at times. But overall, the characters and their interactions are good.

The Story itself is not bad, but its also not great either, it's alright. The story is your typical Apocalyptic situation from Atlus where it takes the SMT route by having a big bad guy trying to destroy our current world so that they can create a new world in their own warped image. Our heroes have to stop them from destroying the world. The way its done in Soul Hackers 2 is done decently well where Iron Mask is collecting 5 covenants to give himself the power to destroy the world and create a new one. The story has a twist near the end which I wont spoil but I thought it was cleverly done. Soul Hackers 2 has an area called The Matrix where out heroes go through their souls and fix their souls from enemies invading it and as you keep exploring and leveling up your level for each character, you'll unlock deeper parts of their souls and stronger foes to fight and collect. I have issues with how they structured progressing in the game, I feel they should have made the Matrix a more essential way of progressing in the story and leveling up.

As mentioned before, the game is easier compared to other Atlus titles, as long as you level up you'll do fine though I do have issues with how you level up. Though there are moments where the EXP you get from fighting enemies doesn't feel like a substantial reward after grinding and fighting, feels like you're cheaped out at times. I also noticed that it has that resting mechanic that Persona 5 Strikers had where you'd exit the portal and rest up immediately which was a complain Strikers got. Soul Hackers 2 has that same mechanic with the Safehouse, you can go to the safehouse and rest up or eat a meal and replenish your HP/MP with zero cost or consequences. This is what I feel holds great Atlus games back, when they make it too easy with these replenish areas you can use whenever you feel like it but again that's just me. I also want to mention how the difficulty in this game doesn't change much. I did this game on all three difficulties and they hardly change. in SMT, the difference is drastic and even Persona has a more noticeable different in difficulty when you change it.

As mentioned, I purchased the DLC for the game since it was all on sale. The main meat of the DLC is a big side story with the young novice Devil Summoner named Nana. She eats a lot, she's sassy, a bit of a brat and her story was lackluster to say the least. She wasn't anything significant to the game, I wish they had done it like Royal where Violet was added as a main part of the game and it fit well without any real plot holes. This is why I'm glad they went with adults rather than teens or I would have just said "this game is dollar tree persona". I understand she's just DLC and not an actual part of the story, but if you're gonna make a DLC side quest, at least make it where it adds something meaningful to the game. The other DLC's are demons that were obtainable before in other Atlus games but now in this game they're behind a paywall which was another criticism I was seeing and I totally agree with that. I hate it when things that were free and obtainable through skill in the past are now locked behind a paywall which is just anti-consumer. So yeah, DLC's were definitely a flop due to how they handled them.

Overall, the game is a decent turn based JRPG. I see this as more aimed towards the average gamer or gamers not familiar with Atlus or turn based JRPG's. This game is definitely not meant for the Atlus fans such as myself even though its structed almost the same as SMT and Persona with different endings (which are both cool) and fusing characters (the fusion scene in this game is kinda lame) but its structured to be easier than their other franchises. I still had fun beating the game and collecting demons and leveling up. I still think this is a fun Atlus game to play, just not one I'd play after I played games like SMT or Persona.

Rating this game I am giving it:

7/10

I would recommend this game to someone who wants a fun turn based JRPG or wants to get into the Atlus games, though if you're a long time fan of Atlus, wait till this game is on sale like I did and play it as filler while waitin for the next Persona or SMT game. This game is good, but could have been great if only handled better.

That's all I got, See ya!

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fatexbound · 1 year

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“Thanks, Goro. I really appreciate it.” Akira said with a warm smile on his features as he settled in on the couch with popcorn in hand. He figured they could watch a good movie while he was still here in his apartment. “C’mon, sit down with me. I’m sure there’s something good we can watch. Maybe a horror or mystery movie?”

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@kaeruninja wanted Kingpin.

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@trio-of-tr0uble‘s Makoto said: “I swear, if you cut your tongue that way...”

“Please, I’m an expert at this. It should be fine! Are you that worried about me, my Queen?”

“Uh, no, the expert is me, dammit!”

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cantfoolajoker · 3 years

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dragalia lost x persona 5 strikers: showcasing joker & other faithful details

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geminikinhelpers · 3 years

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✧ — Anonymous requested...

A Sapphire (Steven Universe) moodboard

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sillyfudgemonkeys · 7 years

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Sing it with me now:

~All my friends know the

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wearesorcerer · 4 years

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Me: (Abruptly appears.) You: (Jumps, startled.) Me: I can assure you I mean you no harm. You: Who are you? Me: Who? Who is but the form, following the function of what, and what I am is an RPG blogger. You: I can see that! Me: Of course you can. I'm not questioning your powers of observation, I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking an anonymous blogger who they are. You: Oh, right. Me: But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona. Surprise! In sight, a small-time cyberspace scribe selected in substitution as simultaneously supporter and scion by the vicissitudes of the stars and the decision of the Scoundrel. This screen name, no simple show of superciliousness, is a successor of the scrīptor sortiāriōrum, now sequestered, split. However, this sudden showing of a sometime scrivener stands salubrious and has sworn to speak on this sweet and savory station slinging spells and summoning the stupendously supreme and supernatural sagacity of sortilege! Me: (Carves a gigantic "S" in the wall.) Me: The sole subject is ensorcellment; sorcery sustained as the substance, not in silliness, for the significance and sooth of such shall sometime substantiate the secretive and the superstitious. Certainly, this salmagundi of speech steers sesquipedalian, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to introduce myself to you and you may call me S. For Snake. Or Dragon. Whatever. For Sorcerer. You: Are you like a crazy person? Me: I'm quite sure that anyone who knows me will say so.

(Hi! I’m the new Sorcerer! I have just come on and haven’t quite decided what [if anything] I might change about this blog, but I hope to fill the shoes of my predecessor as best as I can. I’ll be adding to the queue soon; I have various ideas of what to post, but I also figure a queue is good so that you get delicious, delicious sorcerer content while I’m working. The inbox shall be open shortly.)

#Intro #V for Vendetta

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tetsuwan-atom · 2 years

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What FFXIV Class are you?

Monk

Much like a Warrior, you believe in the path of least resistance when it comes to accomplishing what you want. While you hurt pretty hard, and you have fun running around, you also feel a little unnecessary and a bit off-balance. You’re not much of a team player, and you might be someone who’s still not over their ex (see: STB TB rotation) but that’s okay, you know that things might turn for the better in the future. Whether you like it or not, you’re probably a lot like Lyse.

Astrologian

You love flexibility and looking pretty with your spells. You like a challenge since you constantly have to be dishing out cards, but you also like seeing the high amounts of damage someone can accomplish only because of you. You’re a little wasteful because you have a lot of skills that you actively shouldn’t and don’t use, but you still consider them a core part of your identity. You're literally here just for the aesthetic, but you also enjoy more lighthearted stories that still have fun characters. Remember, the stars guide you, but they do not bind you. (Still, look up a guide or two.)

Scholar

You’re a nerd, but a fun nerd. You think preventing a problem is cooler than fixing it afterwards, and you like the idea of delegation. You think the coolest thing ever is slapping on delayed healing on a tank and then never having to worry about them the rest of the fight. You place a high importance on looks, because honestly, why else would you play this class? You tend to be hit hard by things out of your control, and your stamina isn’t the best, either. Some people probably think you’re a victim of the times, stuck in the glory days of the past, but that’s not necessarily true. There’s still plenty of fun to be had even if things are wildly different, and you play it because you love it. Or because you felt like queue jumping as a Summoner main. Just remember, if you think the class is easy, you’re probably playing it wrong.

Blue Mage

You’re someone who craves a unique sort of challenge. You also have friends, since there’s no reason to make yourself level this class solo, and learning some of your skills is near impossible in party finder. That - or you’re good at coming across as pitiable on party finder to receive your help. It’s not a bad thing necessarily, just… pragmatic. Some view you as offbeat or odd, but you just know how to make your own fun. You like playing all sorts of roles in a party, and are mostly here to have fun. This class is probably the most fun you’ve had with the game in a long while. You’re shocked that an industry darling like Final Fantasy would steal the concept of a phantom thief from Persona 5, but it won’t stop you from playing.

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trixiesmountainbikingfuturewitch · 6 years

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IN MY WILDEST DREAMS (Trixie&Fan Fanfiction *explicit*)

I never thought that going to a drag show would change my life in such a drastic way.

It was the week of finals my junior year of college. A friend and I drove three hours to see our favorite drag queen, Trixie Mattel, live in concert. We arrived and waited anxiously in the queue. We had spent an inordinate amount of time preparing for the show, each spending hours replicating Trixie’s makeup and our favorite looks. Many people wanted to take pictures with us and we happily obliged. Once inside the venue, my friend and I ordered a drink or two (a move I would later question as a driver behind my actions). We sat on the floor near the stage. I had paid through the nose for our tickets and we had never been so excited. I was secretly nervous, a fact I declined to share with my friend. I had a serious crush on Tracy Martel and Brian subsequently since he appeared on season 7 of RPDR. Having recently won the all stars season, my obsession and love for the queen had reached an all new high.

Also unbeknownst to my friend, I had a RealDo tucked away between my legs with the bulbed end pushed up inside my pussy. The dildo portion was tucked up and duck taped between my legs and I could feel the plug inside my every time I took a step. I was dripping before we even got to the venue. By the time the show got underway with the opener, I was ridiculously horny. Somewhere in the back of my delusional mind I wondered if Trixie would notice me and think I was hot; completely absurd coming from a curvy, somewhat-straight white girl. Brian prided himself on being gold star gay and there was no reason for me to expect any kind of attention from him.

After the opener finished his set he announced Trixie and she marched out on stage in all of her pink and blonde statuesque glory. I nearly fainted I was cheering so loud. I couldn’t believe it, my idol was in the flesh right in front of me. She sang her opening song and started her comedic set. I sat in my seat slack jawed, completely dazed with my legs tightly crossed through the beginnings of her set. I couldn’t get over how beautiful she looked. She was so tall and slender in her pink jumpsuit I couldn't take my eyes off of her. When she came back on stage in a giant pink coat and pink all-that-jazz dress I literally lost my mind. It occurred to me that I shouldn’t be so attracted to her since I considered myself straight. But I couldn’t stop staring at her voluptuous, full hips and breasts as she swayed across the stage crooning the lyrics to my favorite song. I was so close to her that I could see Brian’s beautiful deep chocolate eyes behind all of Trixie’s makeup.

Toward the middle of the show, Trixie took her guitar off and asked for the lights to go up so she could see the audience. My heart leapt at the mere thought of Trixie seeing me. Everyone in the audience jumped to their feet trying to catch the attention of the beautiful queen. Luckily, I was quite tall compared to everyone else around me, especially in my killer heels so I was easily seen above the crowd. She began picking people at random, asking them questions and making jokes. Then she called for a volunteer. A tiny part of my mind cried out “this is your chance.” So I raised my hand and waved. I stared at her and willed her to look in my direction, to choose me. By some stroke of luck, she twirled around and looked directly at my and pointed at me without hesitation. I walked toward the stage in a complete daze as Trixie said “a round of applause for this amazing queen, she dressed up and none of the rest of you did. You can all leave now, she showed all of you up.” The crowd chuckled and applauded as I climbed the side stairs up to the stage. My heart was in my stomach as a walked up to the blonde bombshell. She was even taller than I imagined, towering over me. Even being near her made my poor cunt throb and contract around the plug. She put her arm around me and asked me for my name and where I was from. I responded and she told me not to be so nervous. “You did a really great job we look just alike. But mine is all fake, tell me did you pad or is this lovely figure all yours?” she asked, her eyes smiling. “Its all me,” I replied becoming shy at being ogled but secretly pleased by the attention. I knew that I was good looking, with my thin waist and wide hips but I never expected Trixie to notice. She made a mock shocked face that made the audience roar. She turned to me and began to feel around my waist “so Skinny,” she said into the mic. I could feel her strong hands and guitar calluses through my catsuit as she touched me. “Not as skinny as the skinny legend tho,” I responded smiling, to which the crowd roared with laughter. After addressing the crowd again, she turned back to me and tilted her head down slightly to meet my eyes. I looked back deeply into her dark eyes and saw a flash of uncertainty there in the depths. She continued to stare at my for another heartbeat or so before looking away and cracking a joke. “Ok, now then,” she said looking at me, “were going to play a quick game of truth or dare and we have to do what the cards say.” She produced cards with dares written on them and handed me half of the stack. She went first, “truth or dare,” she asked. “Truth” I replied. Trixie drew a card from her stack. “Have you ever had a crush on a drag queen?” she asked laughing and saying “who the fuck wrote these questions, a teenage boy?” The crowd laughed. I personally was panicking because I did indeed have a crush on a drag queen that just so happened to be standing right in front of me on stage in front of hundreds of people. “Yes,” I said, being too shy to give any further details. “Oh come on, who?” she prodded. I looked at the crowd then looked back at her nervously. Summoning my courage I replied, “you.” The crowd gave a loud, collective “awwwww”. “That’s very sweet,” she replied giving me a lingering side hug. As she squeezed me, the hand wrapped around my side traveled slowly down to a questionable level just above my ass. I responded by moving my hand further down to which she quickly moved away. “Ok my turn” I stated, “truth or dare?” “Dare,” said Trixie. I drew a card from my stack and read the contents, “I dare you to continue with your set for five minutes with my hand taped to your crotch and yours taped to mine.” I doubled over laughing at the horrified expression on her face while the crowd lost their god damn minds. Trixie looked hesitant but agreed. It was at this point that I panicked. Would she feel the dildo through my leotard even with it tucked between my legs? Would I be able to feel Brian’s cock through his many layers of padding? A crew member then stepped on stage with a roll of duck tape and proceeded to tape my hand to Trixie’s crotch and then his hand to mine. I kept my hand relaxed not wanting to make him uncomfortable but I felt him moving his hand around on my crotch trying to put some space between my body and his hand. I cautiously curled my hand inward and pressed slightly, feeling for his allegedly huge cock. He mirrored my movements curiously and I could tell that he felt the dildo because he froze and his eyes grew wide. He played it off well, cracking a joke and making an uncomfortable face, joking about never touching pussy before. While he stoked I could feel his dick twitch slightly, making my face red with embarrassment and arousal.

We somehow managed to make it through the five minutes without further embarrassment. We were untapped from each other and I expected to be shown back to my seat. As I waved to the crowd and turned to go, Trixie grabbed my arm and whispered, “wait for me in my dressing room after the show.” I looked into his eyes and slowly nodded, the implications running through my brain which I quickly quieted. I waved again and climbed down the stairs. A staff member met me at the bottom and directed me through a side door and into the backstage area. They then led me to a door off of the main area, which was opened and I was instructed to stay and wait for Trixie. They asked if I wanted/needed anything and I said no. They then left me alone in his dressing room. I was in such a state of shock at the events that just transpired that I stood in the middle of the room for a good five minutes before I was prompted to move and explore the space. The room was tiny and littered with makeup products and quickly disregarded costume changes. I wandered over to the mirror where Trixie’s phone and other personal things sat. I looked up at the mirror and imagined him doing his makeup and getting ready. There were photos attached to the mirror. Photos of him with friends, some of whom I recognized were hastily stuck into the frame. I don't know how long I sat before the mirror lost in thought before I heard a rousing cheer from the crowd and knew that Trixie must have completed her show. Moments later the door opened and in stepped the skinny legend herself. I rose out of the chair and moved to the side of the room as she entered with her crew that helped her get un-miced and then left us alone. I was so shy I couldn't even look at her. It was slightly awkward as I stood to the side looking at the ground while he stared at me. “Well,” he said pausing I looked up at him and he had removed his wig and was beginning to shrug out of the dress he was wearing.

I had always been attacked to the duality of Trixie and Brian, the quiet strength and confidence of Brian mixed with the over-the-top persona of Trixie. As he stood there and looked at me half out of drag, I had never been so turned on in my life. I tried to inconspicuously cross my legs but his eyes darted toward the movement and they flickered back up to mine and his face changed into a knowing smile. He continued taking off his dress, watching me the whole time. When it hit the floor, I was able to see the thick padding and corsetry that he wore. The silence of the last few moments was broken by “so are you a woman or trans or what because I know what I felt?” He continued undressing, clearly not bothered by my presence. He stripped the many pairs of tights off and I could see the heavy bulge of his cock through his underwear. “I’m a woman” I replied, looking him dead in the eyes. “Well I could have sworn I felt a dick down there,” he said unbuckling his corset. He eyed me up and down, lingering on my crotch. I suddenly felt less nervous and self-conscious so I walked closer to him and he looked up with interest. I purposefully cupped his hand around my crotch and ground forward into his palm all the while looking into his eyes. His irises expanded and he took a shaky breath in, cautiously moving his other hand around to cup my ass and squeeze. With him accepting my advances, I quit holding back and wrapped both of my hands around his luscious ass and pulled, grinding our pelvises together. A huge breath punched out of him and he stepped back, shaken. “I don't understand this, I’ve never been turned on by a woman before,” he stated clearly distressed. I didn’t verbally respond but I reached up and began to remove my catsuit, pulling it down over my chest and shimming out of it. I straightened back up with my breasts exposed and his eyes were glued to my crotch where the clearly visible dildo was peaking out from between my legs. His legs seemed to carry him forward of their own accord as he continued to stare at me. He got closer to me and then stopped, hesitantly pulling his underwear off and tossing them in the corner.

He was even more gorgeous out of drag with his shining eyes and wide shoulders tapering to a thin waist but I couldn’t look away from his cock. It was truly huge and about half hard hanging slightly away from his body. A few variations of what could happen next flashed through my mind, me fucking him; him fucking me. I reached down and removed the tape holding the dildo between my legs. His eyes zeroed in on my crotch and got even larger. His eyes traveling up the rest of my curvy form, he stepped closer to me and put his hands around my waist. I couldn't believe it when he turned his head slightly and hesitantly closed the distance between our faces, our lips meeting.

I breathed out and slipped my tongue into his mouth, dominating the kiss and pulling him closer by his ass. We made out for a good couple of minutes before I was so turned on I couldn't see straight and I grabbed him by the arms and slammed him face first into a nearby wall. I plastered myself across his back and rubbed the dildo up and down the crack of his ass. I he moaned appreciatively. I let my hand wonder around to touch his cock and found him fully hard and dripping pre-cum. “What do you want?” I snarled into his ear, continuing to grind against his ass. “I want you to fuck me,” he responded, shoving back with great strength. I agreed and asked him for lube which he quickly produced from his bag. I slicked up the dildo, trying to keep my breasts from brushing against his back for fear of putting him off. He didn’t seem to mind tho because he kept reaching back and pulling me closer to his back. I reached around and slowly began to stroke his huge cock while I pushed a single finger into his ass. He sighed and relaxed back against me. I was quickly working three fingers in his slutty ass and determined he was ready. “Is your ass ready for my cock baby?” I whispered into his ear, teasing his hole with the head of the dildo. “Yes please, fuck me, I’m so ready.” I continued to tease him as he grew more desperate, whining under his breath and doing his best to impale his ass on the dildo. “Please put it in, I can’t cum without something in my ass, please,” he begged. I finally acquiesced, shoving the whole length of the dildo up his ass in one smooth slide. “Fuck god yes!” he moaned shoving his ass back. I proceeded to pound his ass against the wall, feeling the bulb of the dildo shift inside me with every thrust. “Harder, god fuck me harder” he pleaded using the hand not propping himself up on the wall to stroke his leaking cock. I wrapped my arms around his torso and shifted my thrust to try and hit his prostate while slamming forward as hard as I could, our bodies slapping together. With a yell, he came, painting the wall in front of him with cum. Hearing his pleasured moans and feeling his ass contract around the dildo, I quickly reached down and stroked my clit once, twice, three times and came shuttering through the best orgasm of my life still buried in Trixie Mattel’s ass. We stood there just breathing slumped against the wall for a few minutes before I regained the strength to pull out. I pulled the bulb of the RealDo out of my cunt, shuttering with oversensitivity and set it on the vanity. I turned back to Brian who had turned around, but was still leaning against the wall. We both looked a mess, both of our makeup smeared to hell from our make out. “That was incredible, you've ruined me for all men now, thanks!” he said smiling, breaking the silence. I giggled as I began pulling my clothes back on. Trixie went and sat down in front of the mirror and proceeded to remove what remained of her makeup. She then faced me and I was met with sweet, simple Brian in the flesh. The gravity of the situation hit me and I couldn't believe that we had just fucked; not only fucked but that I fucked HIM. “Do you want to stay the night with me?” he asked, looking hopeful but also uncertain. I thought for a moment, “I would like that,” I responded. He quickly pulled on an oversized black hoodie and tight black jeans before stepping out of the room to talk to his crew. I took the opportunity to remove the over-the-top Trixie makeup and fix my wild hair. I texted my friend who had been blowing up my phone wondering where I was. I didn’t give her any specifics and told her I was going to stay in town for the night and that she should take the car and head back home. She begrudgingly agreed, demanding an explanation upon my return. It was then that Brian walked back into the room. He smiled sheepishly at me like I hadn't just fucked the shit out of his ass and offered me a hand, leading me out of the room. The crew was around taking down the massive Trixie letters and generally gathering things as we walked by. I could feel their stares as we walked through backstage and out the side door into the night. I followed closely behind him as we walked toward a car parked a little down the street at the curb. He paused and held the door open for me while I slid inside. He walked around and got in on the other side and the car started toward the hotel. It was slightly awkward for a few minutes before I began asking him questions about the show and the cities he had been to. He seemed to genuinely appreciate my interest and we talked the rest of the way to his hotel. We got out and walked straight to the elevator and up to his room. He said goodnight to his crew member that had ridden in the passenger seat and she looked at me with a questioning face and bid me good night. He opened the door and walked into the typical hotel room throwing his suitcase on the couch and walking toward the bathroom. “I’m going to shower, I feel really gross,” he said stripping out of his shirt. “Get whatever you like out of the fridge or order whatever you'd like. I’ll be out in just a minute,” he said smiling at me kindly. I nodded and went to sit on the bed while I heard the shower kick on from the other room. I took a minute to think about all that had transpired that day and the crazy fact that my wildest dream and hope had come true. I continued to sit there lost in thought, replaying the day over and over. Then I began to think about fucking him and the way he looked and how he sounded. I felt myself getting wet again just thinking about his ass and how well he took my cock. I proceeded to strip out of my clothes and lay back on the bed, gingerly putting a hand between my legs. I used to fingers to begin to gently pump in and out of my pussy while imagining Brian fucking me, his huge cock filling me up and making me cum. I was getting dangerously close to orgasm when I heard the shower cut off and Brian stepped into the room wrapped only in a towel. I looked at him lazily for a minute, wondering how he would react as a gay man to seeing a woman masturbating on his bed. “You’re gorgeous you know,” he said walking further into the room and letting the towel fall from his slim hips. He sat gingerly on the edge of the bed, mindful of his still tender ass. He continued to watch me while I slowly thrust my fingers with one hand and circled my clit with the other. “I want to see how you touch yourself,” he stated, leaning back on one hand and surveying the scene. I turned my body on the bed slightly toward him so he could see better and continued with my ministrations, mindful of his eyes on me. I closed my eyes and flickered back to images of us fucking earlier and picked up the pace with my fingers fucking in and out of my pussy. I was getting close when he gentle said, “turn over.” I opened my eyes and looked into his lust blown eyes. One hand was clasped loosely around his half hard cock. I hesitantly rolled over onto my stomach and spread my legs slightly to still be able to access my cunt. I felt him shift on the bed behind me and my stomach dropped, imagining the possibilities. “You may be a girl but there is something I could do thats familiar to me,” he said. I could hear the smirk in his voice. Before I realized what was happening I felt something wet skate across my ass. My first instinct was to shy away but Brian grabbed my hips to hold me in place. To this day I don’t know how I didn’t cum on the spot. He continued to lick and bite at my cheeks before moving his tongue to move up and down my crack, just missing my aching hole. My breathing sped up and I let rhythmic little sighs escape. He finally focused his attention on my asshole and pushed forward with his tongue to slip just the tip inside. He lapped at my hole, every few passes pushing it further inside my body. Eventually his tongue was as far as it could go up my ass and I was seconds away from coming my brains out. I felt him move up my body and he asked “can I fuck your ass?” “Yes god please anything, anything you want,” I responded desperate for whatever he would give me. He got off the bed and return with lube which he liberally applied to his cock. He slicked up his fingers and slid one in my hole. I stopped touching myself to better support myself with my legs spread wide on the bed as he fingered my ass, getting it ready for his huge cock. He was gentle and mumbled phrases likes “you take it so well” and “I cant wait to be inside you.” Eventually he was easily pumping three fingers in my ass and I was pushing back to meet his thrusts. He removed his fingers and I missed the sensation of being filled immediately. I didn’t have to wait long for the press of his cock that felt like it would never fit. He pushed forward at a glacial pace, forcing my ass to take his cock. The feeling of my hole opening wider and wider was both indescribably hot and painful. Soon enough, he was all the way seated and paused for me to adjust to his massive girth. I nodded my head, indicating I was ready and he pulled out slowly and thrust back in with slightly more power. He then picked up the pace and before I knew it I was being well and truly fucked through the mattress. “Your slutty ass takes my cock so well, like you were born for it,” he said between thrusts. We were both drenched with sweat and breathing hard. He pushed my down flat onto the bed, plastering himself across my back and grinding his dick hard into my ass. He put his hands on my hips and shoved them all the way to the bed as he bit the back of my neck. I bucked back against him, needing a little more to push me over the edge. It was then that his hand wandered down to my pussy and clumsily fingered my clit. “Cum baby,” he said into my ear. I moaned loudly as I squirted all over the sheets, bucking back violently with my orgasm. The contractions of my ass sent him over the edge, moaning brokenly into my neck as he ground his dick inside me until finally coming to a halt, collapsing onto the bed. We both rested for a few minutes before rapping around each other. He kissed me sweetly on the head and began telling me about other sexual conquests he had had and how he would never get over how the best fuck he ever had was a woman. I was content to gaze lovingly into his beautiful face until he told me goodnight and fell asleep tangled together, meant to be.

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morkaischosen · 6 years

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Nidaba, Not Strictly The First Scribe, Definitely The Power Of Them

This spirit is not, strictly, the First Scribe, but unfortunately the name stuck. She learned her craft from Sumerian mortals, having started her life as the spirit of a particular scriptorium; but for one reason or another (memories get a little fuzzy after five millenia) she became identified with, or possibly inspired, or through whatever mechanism became the Sumerian goddess Nidaba.

There followed a pleasant few centuries watching over the scribes of Sumer and Babylon, the latter in the guise of Nabu - the mortals seemed to be expecting her to be male, so she was ‘replaced’ by her ‘student’. The work was simple enough - protecting her scribes from other spirits, making them queue properly, and visiting divine vengeance on those whose laziness made life harder for other scribes, if a formal complaint was made. By the time of the fall of Babylon she’d been ennobled, and took it on herself to extend much the same attitude to scribes across the world.

The next few millenia passed, always with somewhere, at least, keeping the idea of those-who-write-others’-words alive. Something in the mixture of her ennoblement and her original spiritual nature mixed, and now every Mayan writer’s muttered malediction, Chinese calligrapher’s curse or mediaeval European monk’s marginalia was addressed to her, whether the writer knew it or not. She tended to get a little caught up in the details, rather than looking to larger problems - a more proactive Power might have put preparations in place for the fall of Rome, for example, but Nidaba was distracted over in China at the time.

There were blips, of course - most notably a group of Spanish monks who stumbled upon the proper forms to summon her, had her strike their abbot illiterate, and promptly decided she must be a demon. Naturally this turned into an occult secret society, despite their limited success at calling up any other spirits. Even some of Nidaba’s friends from her Sumerian days (the surviving few of whom she’s in touch with to this day, though there’s something of a distance between even such ancient mythic spirits as they and one of the Powers) can be summoned through similar rituals, but fortunately the monks never found them and Nidaba wasn’t telling.

From monasteries to big-business typing pools, it was all much of a muchness (though she does miss marginalia). Then the information age reared its head, and a new breed of scribe became more and more common: those who write instructions to be followed by machines, not humans.

And then a young man named Andrew Peroni got hold of a PDF of some old occult texts from a friend, saw the invocation to summon a demon in robes and a hornèd cap to assail a scribe’s enemies, and decided to try it on the lazy hack whose uncommented spaghetti code he was currently trying to understand, just to destress.

Unfortunately for all involved, it worked.

So now Nidaba is an urban myth among programmers, and the invocation for her summoning is spreading slightly faster than people’s guilt when they realise what happens when it works. It’s tiring, zipping around the world punishing lazy programmers - but she quite literally can’t not do it. Ask her any time when she doesn’t have a travesty against good practice in front of her, and she’ll tell you she’d much rather be curling up with a clipboard and some surveys (or a clay tablet and a stylus, if she’s feeling homesick); but when the red mist descends it’s equal parts obligation and rage.

Despite all that, she’s an old, old follower of the Song of the Light. She wants humanity in general, and her scribes in particular, to learn how to solve all their problems by filing forms and queueing up neatly. It hasn’t happened yet, but she’s a patient sort.

Scribes … read and write. (2) … leave accurate records. (1) … guard against human failings. (1) … obey instructions. (1) … provide written instructions. (2)

Skills and Passions: Superior Small God 2 Scribing 3 Retribution 1 Attention to Detail 2

Aspect 0 Domain 2 Persona 5 Treasure 0

Bond (3): I want to do right by hard-working and conscientious scribes! Bond (2): The sanctioned action is to fill in the appropriate form and wait patiently in a queue. Bond (1): I abhor laziness, especially if it makes life harder for other people. Bond (1): I still feel fond of the building I used to be - they’ve excavated it! It’s archaeology now!* Bond (1): Andrew Peroni’s a dear but I’d really like him not to bother me any more.* Affliction (3): I can be summoned and directed to perform my lawful duties by those who know the appropriate rituals. There’s a diagram and chanting and you burn a copy of Form Aleph-3 and so on. Affliction (1): I appear as is normal for the scribes of this place. Affliction (1): Of course this hornèd cap upon my head is a normal thing for a scribe to wear here.

(The lawful duties affliction is a touch nebulous - broadly speaking it’s intended to allow commands where everyone goes “yes this is obviously a thing this pedantic scribe-god is bound to do.” Visit vengeance upon lazy scribes yes, commit murder no.)

Gifts

The Scribe’s Satchel: Nidaba can pull writing implements (pens, pencils, typewriters, rulers, you know the drill) out of her sleeves as a Lesser Creation of Writing Implements.

Level: 4; Invocation: Simple (-1); Range: Singular (-2); Utility: Flexible (-1); Common: No (+1): 1CP.

The Melammu: Nidaba can invoke the ancient lineage of gods to touch hearts with calm, awe or fear, as befits her status in the many hierarchies of Creation. Great passions are rather outside her purview, however. This is a Lesser Creation of Emotion; it’s less potent, but somewhat more flexible, than Helen of Troy’s beauty, and though the precise emotional ranges vary, similar powers are not uncommon among the Nobilis.

Level: 4; Invocation: Simple (-1); Range: Local (-1); Utility: Flexible (-1); Common: Yes: 1CP.

In The House Of Scribes: Nidaba is present wherever groups of scribes write in a room dedicated to that purpose, since in a sense all such locations are her family. Using 2 miracle points for this Lesser Motion of the Self, that becomes rather more literal.

Level 6; Invocation: Hard (-3); Range: Global (+1); Flexibility: One trick (-3); Common: No (+1): 2CP

#nobilis #an character!#name nicked from actual historical Sumerian deity

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geminikinhelpers · 3 years

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