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Frankie lives a charmed life with her two dads until she discovers a family secret that awakens lustful desires.
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29 Dec 2025
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In a world obsessed with killing and dying, Seiko is mostly concerned with chasing off her boredom. The Academy wasn’t exactly intellectually stimulating, but dying in the second shinobi war sounded like a long walk off a short pier. Everyone is always so stressed about avoiding attention, or min-maxing skills in situations like this.
Seiko is of the opinion that those people need to chill the hell out. Maybe play a little shogi. Death comes for them all anyways. Better to enjoy this all while it lasts.
(genius self insert stumbles into disrupting a timeline with the intentionality of an elephant trampling a very fancy tea shop.)
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26 Oct 2025
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By the end of the Third Shinobi War, she gained a spot in most Bingo Books with various monikers attached to her name: “Poison Apple,” “Bloody Princess,” and “The Mad Butcher.” However, a small handful of Leaf ninja had another moniker for her: "The Bloody Oracle of Kiri".
Or: An SI/OC who's already got a screwed up moral compass and fits right in with the Bloody Mist.
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25 Oct 2025
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Rumi did not remember her mother, but it was okay because her father taught her all the songs she ought to know.
And the names of all the people she needs to stay away from.
Or, Rumi grows up with her father.
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09 Aug 2025
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“Ughhhhhhhhhhh. Why is it always my bath time?”
He waited. He always did that; he just stood there with that look, like a mountain that wouldn’t move. He looked funny when he was trying to look serious. Dad held out his hand. I looked at it, then at the hallway, then back at him. “Do I have to?” Hoping for some sympathy.
“Yes,” he said. Just that. The way he always said it. Not angry. Not loud. Like gravity. Then he followed me down the hall.
The water was high enough that I could see the bubbles rising and popping on the surface, big ones, the kind that tickled my skin when they brushed past just right. My clothes felt heavy like they didn’t want to come off. None of my friends at school did this with their dads anymore. Why did I? I sighed once more before pulling my shirt over my head. I dropped it on the floor, then stepped out of my pants and undies one after the other, covering my bits as my clothes puddled into a little pile.
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02 Aug 2025