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  1. oh my god yes Which definitely will be fun, although with Isla's character so fickle, it may take a while~ I'm also thinking about writing some omorashi with Michiru, she's definitely one of the more fun characters, along with Zack, and it'll be nice to try my hand at writing them both.
  2. Author's Note: Ah, yes, some Plastic Memories omo because why not? I'm hoping I got Isla's character down properly. I think I wrote her properly, at least. I apologize for any errors made—I haven't watched past episode eight. I decided to place this sometime before Tsukasa is told how much longer Isla has to live, so maybe that means I'm safe...? Maybe. Also, warning, there's a bit of sexual content. Not a lot, not graphic, just some brief thoughts bc Tsukasa is a hormonal 18-year-old. Giftias were created to be as much like humans as possible. Tsukasa quickly learned that some functions were unnecessary and may have been better to leave out. The steering wheel vibrated against the palms of Isla's hands as she gripped it, eyes fixed on the road before her. There was no GPS function built into the artificial girl, and in such a case that there was, hers was very clearly broken. That was something else Tsukasa quickly learned. There was a lot to learn about Giftias in general, but he was particularly interested in Isla. There was a lot for Giftias to learn about humans as well, he suspected, but he didn't bother asking—Isla would probably fake an error and ask him to repeat the question until he finally gave up, Zack would probably call him stupid, Sherry would probably look too far into it or possibly not even give it any thought at all, and Constance would probably smile and say whatever he thought Tsukasa wanted to hear. But either way, if he didn't entirely understand the beings created to live side-by-side with people, then it only made sense—in his mind—that they would sometimes find themselves lacking some kind of knowledge on humans. "Tsukasa," Isla murmured, drawing the young man from his thoughts. She was tightly squeezing the steering wheel, making her knuckles turn white, and she seemed to be rather tense. The vehicle slowed to a stop. "What's wrong?" Tsukasa always found himself concerned when he said his name out of the blue to break the silence that so often hung around them, and that mildly troubled tone of voice wasn't helping. Maybe he just worried himself too much with the problems of others, and maybe anxiety sparked within his mind too easily. Either way, his occupation really hadn't done anything to start wiping away those issues. All it had done so far was make them worse. There were lots of probablys in life, and at that specific moment, two of them surfaced above all his other thoughts. Isla had probably only gotten lost, and he was probably being stupid. "I'm not sure where we're at..." The white-haired girl's soft statement confirmed both at one. Isla had only gotten lost, and he was being stupid. What else is new? he thought. He wasn't the sarcastic type, but there were certain times when he couldn't help directing a few verbal ironies at himself. They never went anywhere outside of his head, never even pushing into his throat, and certainly never coming out of his mouth. Only Zack seemed to properly get away with saying anything at all, and even so, Tsukasa was too cheerful and optimistic of a person to ever be sarcastic anywhere except inside his head. Instead he just smiled and let out a soft chuckle. "You're getting better at navigating at least." "Tsukasa." Was he allowed to claim being justified in the sudden burst of new anxiety he felt? "...Is anything else wrong?" "We're out of gas." "I'll just call someone to bring us some, then. No big deal." There was silence and stillness aside from the Giftia's index finger tapping against the steering wheel. "...Ts-Tsukasa..." And what about now? "Yeah?" "...I think I drank too much soda at lunch." So that's what was with the fidgeting, the tenseness, the troubled tone of voice. Lunch had been three hours ago and the car's engine caused a fair amount of vibrations. Judging by that, the poor girl was probably bursting. It would take about twenty minutes to call someone out for gas and have them arrive with it, thirty more to get to the nearest fast food restaurant or convenience store to use their restroom. All in all, nearly an hour. Another hour—give or take ten minutes or so—to be able to relieve herself in an actual toilet and not on the side of the remote dead end they had somehow ended up at in what almost looked like an alleyway, in the driver's seat of the car, or perhaps in a parking lot or on the floor of a small building belonging to a chain business. That was not going to be fun. "I could call for services, but, ah..." He trailed off, not really knowing what to say. There was the brief thought that this situation was vaguely erotic somehow, and for that split second that it took to dismiss such a thought, he wanted to slam his head in the car door. Isla was playing with a lock of her hair now with a trembling hand now. It was probably an attempt to distract herself from the fullness of her bladder, but judging by her body language, it couldn't possibly have been helping all that much. She uncrossed and recrossed her legs every few seconds, her thighs remained pressed together, her face was flushed, and it looked as if not a single muscle in her body was willing to relax. This was certainly one of the more optional functions and probably should have been left out. All it seemed to be doing now was cause problems. "P-please don't call anyone." Isla had proven herself to be, despite her usual demeanor, a person to make more decisions based upon emotion than solid logic. At this point, she was probably more focused on how to avoid the potential humiliation that would come with someone seeing her in such a state, rather than focusing on what would be the more logical decision. Not that Tsukasa could blame her—the only time logic outweighed his emotions was when he was doing something to help someone. Even still, the brunet moved his hand away from the pocket containing his cellphone. There had to be other options, right? "I could dump out the rest of my water and you could use the bottle," he suggested, not really sure of what he himself was saying. All he knew was that he was determined to find a solution to the predicament without any additional embarrassment for Isla. She nodded, biting her lip as she squirmed in her seat and unbuckled her seat-belt. He wasn't even sure she could manage to speak by that point. He opened his door, unscrewed the bottle's cap, and poured the contents out onto the ground. Which, in retrospect, maybe wasn't the best idea, considering how the girl shoved her hands between her legs and squeezed her eyes shut as soon as the water began hitting the asphalt. It looked painful, and there was no way she was going to last even ten more minutes. Tsukasa handed her the bottle and she quickly got out of the car and crouched behind it, out of sight. Tsukasa really wasn't sure how his mind had suddenly fallen into the gutter. He wasn't sure how, either, considering how disrespectful it was, but it had. How exactly was she trying to use the bottle? He found himself unable to move his thoughts away from the somehow-arousing topic. She probably would squat down first, weight on her toes and knees against the rough asphalt. Her hands were probably shaking uncontrollably, thighs pressing together tightly as she struggled to keep herself under control. A few drops of urine probably dampened her panties as she moved her legs to push down her underwear. Her bladder probably started emptying it before she brought the mouth of the bottle up to her vagina. And she probably let out a delicate little moan at how good it felt. And the only definitely was the hardness in his pants. "Ts-Tsukasa..." Isla opened the door of the car and got back in, the full bottle in one hand. Her eyes fixed downward and there was a prominent blush on her cheeks, contrasting with her pale skin. The front of her skirt was soaked, and a thin trail of wetness went down her leg and into her boot. "Better?" Tsukasa ventured far enough to ask, though his partner was clearly still in some kind of extreme discomfort. She shook her head, setting the bottle at her feet so she could jam both her hands between her legs. "T-too...small..." Her voice was breathy and strained and somehow sexy. Honestly, Tsukasa's mind needed to stop. But he already figured out that it wouldn't, and he felt a stab of guilt at the fact that this scenario was one he could get off on. He'd probably even find himself jerking off to the thought of the Giftia squirming desperately and doing her best to avoid wetting herself. "Shit," he muttered under his breath. He wasn't the type to swear much, but the circumstances unarguably called for it. "There's not really many options. I really should call—" He was cut off by a whimper as the girl shook her head rapidly. "N-no...!" "Well, I guess..." He could feel his own face heating up at the suggestion he was about to make. "I guess you could...on the side of the..." Isla stayed silent, squirming as she thought it over. Finally, she grabbed the car door to push it open, but her hand went straight back to its place against her crotch. "I-I won't...be able to get up..." "Then I guess there aren't really any options... I mean, you could just—there's nothing else to do but, um—that looks like it hurts—" Was it because he wanted to watch her wet herself? Even just a little bit? The answer was probably yes. But he was a heterosexual young man and she was a very attractive young lady. Could he be blamed? Yes, came that little voice of reason that he unknowingly had pushed to the back of his mind. It was right, and he probably shouldn't be enjoying this so much when she clearly was despairing and completely humiliated. Admitting that he was in the wrong wouldn't buy him any innocence, and he found himself too ashamed to admit to that anyway. "B-b-but—!" He gave the kindest smile he could muster with all the incredibly inappropriate thoughts going through his head. "My fault, okay? I wouldn't listen when you said we needed to stop. Nobody has to know, and I won't think any less of you." Her eyes squeezed shut and a strangled cry died in her throat as her bladder relaxed. The rest of her body remained rigid as urine spilled from the spaces between her fingers, saturating the seat and splashing to the floor. She trembled violently and she let out a wanton moan as her forehead lowered to rest against the steering wheel. She stayed still save for the breathless movements of her small breasts as she inhaled and exhaled. And Tsukasa really shouldn't be having the thought that it looked as if she had just had an orgasm. She at least deserved honesty, though, right? It was embarrassing, but probably nothing compared to having an accident like she just had. "...I...may have..." He looked out the window to avoid any chance of eye contact, and he was certain he was even more flushed than Isla was. "...I sort of...enjoyed that..." The Giftia's eyes widened and she stared at him. He didn't even have to look, because he could feel her gaze on him. "Tsukasa?" "Y-yeah?" "When we get back to the apartment, I could...maybe, um...d-do that for you...again...?" Giftias were created to be as much like humans as possible. Tsukasa quickly learned that some functions were unnecessary and may have been better to leave out. But Tsukasa really, really liked this unnecessary function.
  3. aa yes! I love cielois a lot, one of my favorite Kuroshitsuji ships (second to cielizabeth). It's a really nice dynamic and I like it a lot. You know, minus the verbal abuse that could be incorporated into it, but that's thankfully optional. I don't care much for sebaciel though bc of personal experiences though so I prefer that ship to be kept away from me
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