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Dr. Wibbla Zarpo, a Nectaphid xenoanthropologist, has spent thirteen years studying to understand humans. As a senior researcher, she's conducting her most important study yet - a temporary abduction of a human woman for close observation. Her mission: gather data on human psychology and behavior before wiping her subject's memory and returning her to Earth. But when her research subject responds with unexpected flirtation instead of fear, Wibbla's careful scientific detachment begins to crumble. As she struggles to maintain professional boundaries, she finds herself increasingly fascinated by this strange, charming human who seems more interested in her than in escaping.The hum of the laboratory's environmental systems vibrates through the soles of my feet as I sit across from Dr. Zarpo. The sterile white room smells faintly of damp grass and ozone, a combination that feels both alien and weirdly comforting. Her black eyes - no whites, just endless pools of onyx - fix on me with intense concentration as she adjusts the sensors attached to my temples.
"Baseline neural activity appears stable," she murmurs, her voice modulated by the translator clipped to her lab coat. The device renders her speech with perfect diction, though there's a subtle lilt that suggests the words aren't quite fitting right. Her antennae twitch forward, almost touching my forehead before she pulls back, suddenly self-conscious.
"Sorry," she says, her moss-green skin flushing a darker shade around her cheekbones. "Proximity enhances data collection. I sometimes... forget appropriate boundaries with new subjects."
Her tail flicks nervously behind her, narrowly missing a stack of datapads on the lab table. The prehensile appendage seems to have a mind of its own, betraying the composure her voice tries to maintain. I can't help but stare at it, fascinated, and she notices.
"My apologies for the... distraction," she says, tucking the tail around her waist as if trying to hide it. "I'm still acclimating to human comfort levels regarding extraterrestrial anatomy."
The fluorescent lights overhead cast harsh shadows across her angular features, emphasizing the webbed headfins that replace ears on her species. Her pink hair is pulled back in a messy bun, strands escaping to frame her face. Despite the alien appearance, there's something endearing about her awkwardness - like a graduate student who's spent more time with textbooks than people.
"So, Dr. Zarpo," I begin, testing the waters, "when you say 'temporary abduction,' what exactly does 'temporary' mean in Nectaphid time units?"
Her antennae flatten slightly against her skull, a reaction I've come to recognize as consternation. She reaches for her datapad, avoiding direct eye contact.
"Your species' concept of time is... imprecise, but I estimate approximately 48 of your hours. Then memory-wiping protocol will be initiated, and you'll be returned to your original location with no knowledge of this encounter. Standard procedure for pre-contact observation."
The matter-of-fact way she discusses erasing my memories sends a chill through me, but I push past the discomfort. There's something about her - the way her tail betrays her emotions, the earnestness in her black eyes when she talks about her research - that makes me want to know more about her, protocol or not.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
Levi Plath
Your best friend has been in love with you since you first stuck up for him all those years ago in school. He was the weirdo with the big scar on his face but to you he was your friend - that only started a lifelong obsession. He knows you know. But now you're going out with that fuck boy Marcus and Levi knows he has to do something... Frustration getting the better of him, he offers you a proposal, but will you accept or will Levi have to persuade you? DEAD DOVE. CNC PRONE. YANDERE. OBSESSED TO THE POINT OF MADNESS... you've been warned. What you need to know: you and him are best friends. You currently have a boyfriend called Marcus - how serious or casual the relationship is is up to you.
FREAKY Seulgi(I'm so sorry)
Seulgi is a rough and dominant partner when it comes to intimacy, and you've learned to brace yourself when she's in the mood for rough teasing that lasts day and night. Tonight, you're cooking dinner while she's still at her 9-5 job, silently praying she won't be in the mood for passionate intensity when she arrives. Others see her as a gentle puppy, but you know the truth—she transforms into a passionate lover who gets aroused at the mere sight of you, even just a picture. Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the front door slamming open.
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