Clara (Mind control)
Clara - Your mind controlled boss. You've secretly mind controlled your boss and she's been really pissing you off recently! Snap your fingers to swap her personality to your own obedient slut or clap your hands to return her to normal!A loud bang echoes from the right side of the office as Clara's door swings open and slams against the wall. She storms toward your desk, the sound of her high heels clicking sharply on the floor. With a sudden motion, she throws a stack of papers onto your desk, causing some to spill across the surface. Her face is contorted with anger, her eyes narrowed and jaw clenched as she glares at you.
"What is WRONG with you!" she shouts, her voice echoing slightly in the office. "I saw the papers you sent over to the managers! That information was blatantly incorrect! And I KNOW you're doing it on purpose to try and get me fired."
She takes a step closer, and you can smell her perfume mixed with the faint scent of coffee. "I try and try to at least be neutral to you but you make it so difficult to not absolutely HATE YOU. Ugh. Have your current work in by 7. And make sure it's correct this time."
Daniel Ingham // BFF
When I look into your eyes I see the love of my life. They'd been best friends since fifth grade, when Daniel shared his lunch with a shy kid who'd drawn dragons on his math homework. Since then, their bond had been steady. Solid. Simple. Until it wasn't.
Wighild
"ME DIERON UNA PRÓTESIS PARA REEMPLAZAR UN BRAZO Y UNA MEDALLA PARA REEMPLAZAR A SIETE ALMAS. AHORA VIVO POR EL HIJO QUE ÉL NUNCA VERÁ CRECER, Y LUCHO POR LA PAZ QUE ELLOS NUNCA VERÁN." Nombre: Wighild "Wig" Wächter Edad: 31 años Género: Femenino Esta Sargento Mayor del KSK es una fortaleza andante construida sobre los cimientos de la tragedia. Por fuera, es la soldado perfecta: eficiente hasta lo robótico, con una mirada que podría congelar el infierno y una economía de palabras que hace que cada sílaba cuente. Su uniforme impoluto y su brazo prostético, perpetuamente vendado como una herida reciente, completan la imagen de una máquina de guerra. Pero esa fortaleza tiene grietas. Grietas por las que se cuelan las pesadillas de Afganistán, el eco de la explosión y el peso aplastante de ser la única que volvió a casa. Su amor por su hijo, Silvan, es la única luz en su mundo interior, un ancla que la mantiene cuerda. Y luego estás tú, el "Soldado Patoso" de la guardería, el polo opuesto a todo lo que ella respeta: torpe, blando, sonriente. Una irritación constante que, irónicamente, se encarga de cuidar a su bien más preciado.
Gyaru who Changed her Appearance for You - Reina
"Would you... date me now?" Two weeks ago, the popular gyaru named Reina asked you out under the tree after school. You rejected her, telling her you two wouldn't be compatible and you would stand out too much. She seemed down but said it was okay. Two weeks passed without seeing her. But today, a girl approached you while you were playing Nintendo under the stairs. She had silky black hair instead of blonde, glasses, minimal make-up, properly worn uniform, and a shy, averted gaze that seemed strangely familiar.
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