>>5163115
First for losing track of time! Welcome back, OP-sama!

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Bit of a preface before we begin: things are still a little messy in my personal life, so tonight is going to be a shorter run than normal. This episode will for sure stretch to next Saturday at least -- which is pretty typical, but please bear with me.

I have really appreciated y'all and your words of encouragement. I believe the worst of the trouble with my loved one is over, but there's still a lot to manage.

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Alabaster sits in bed. His eyes follow Rose as she enters from the en suite bathroom into the bedroom proper, the toothbrush handle jutting from her lips. She still buys nighties in the same size she did before becoming a mother -- which Alabaster will never complain about.

She pulls the brush from her mouth. Through a mouthful of foam, she marvels: "You really said that? My goodness. Going all-out for dad of the year, or what?"

Alabaster sighs. "It just came out. I didn't mean it."

"Didn't you?" She swabs her tongue with the ribbed portion of the brush's back and lets Alabaster ruminate on that.

"What do I tell her? She thinks I hate her now."

Rose retreats into the open bathroom to spit in the sink and rinse her mouth out. She primps her hair in the mirror. "Give her time. The worst thing you can do is kick the beehive."

Alabaster watches her from bed as she takes her nightly vitamins. "I didn't mean it," he repeats, more firmly.

"Figure out what you did mean, then, before you talk to her again."

She finishes up and crawls into bed with him. Sitting on her knees before him, she strokes his face. "This is stressful," she says. "But don't take it out on your daughter. We'll manage through. We always do, don't we?"

They kiss.

"Is our beautiful wife coming, too?" Alabaster asks.

"Hmm. Busy putting it to her kid sister, I think."

"Just us tonight, then?"

Rose narrows her eyes. "Don't look so disappointed."

"You could make it less disappointing by sitting on my face," Alabaster offers.

"...That's a possibility," she says.

Alabaster tilts his head. "What? Is this the phase of the marriage where you start telling me you're not in the mood?"

Rose sighs and slumps her shoulders. "I don't know. It's just... we never fight anymore."

"We fight plenty," Alabaster insists. "We fought just the other week."

"Oh, come on. You got snippy with me about not getting your favorite ice cream."

"Well... it's your fault. You completely forgot about it even though I texted you like three times to remind you."

Rose slaps him.

Alabaster recoils. "Hey!" He shouts, rubbing his reddened cheek. "Where the fuck did that come fr--" Rose slaps him again. This time, Alabaster grabs her wrist. He regains his bearings, brings his voice low and level. "I don't know what's gotten into you tonight, but if you hit me again, we're going to have a problem."

She tries to slap him with her free hand. Alabaster was expecting it, and intercepts the attempt. Both her wrists may be pinned, but Rose isn't deterred. She hocks a loogie right into Alabaster's grimacing face. That cinches it.

He lunges, tackling her backwards. Husband and wife go sailing off the bed. They land on the floor in a heap, tumbling around, shouting obscenities, beating each other senseless. They don't notice the pair of bright blue eyes spying on them from the closet.

OP: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Atvsg_zogxo

>>5163115
Let's goooooooo existential dread quest!

>>5163129
;_;

Love you OP.

>>5163137
>They don't notice the pair of bright blue eyes spying on them from the closet.

UM

That had better be Amber, I swear to god

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Your first post-storm practice goes poorly. Instead of both you and Lily carrying, it's only you. You get a killtacular and seize three control points in a row, but Lily isn't doing her part. She gets JV three-stocked after choosing an absolutely atrocious drop point, and from there on she seems more interested in fiddling with her hat loadout than doing spy checks. But what really pisses you off is the way she spams the "nice save!" macro whenever you take a death. As if her k:d ratio isn't literally five times worse than yours today.

"You're our tank," she tells you, when you point out her k:d. "You made it perfectly clear that you only want me healslutting today, so of course I'm going to take more shots to the face."

Sitting on Lily's other side, Steve snrks, but his grin disappears when Lily gives him one of the iciest glares you've ever seen from her.

You shake your head. "I said I want you healslutting me. Why the hell are you hanging out at base healing our sniper? What good does that do us?"

"I need heals," Gus says.

"Shut the fuck up," you tell him.

"Yes m'aam."

"Boy did you get real mouthy since you learned how to spread your legs," Lily says. She holds a finger in your face. "Don't forget that we're co-captains. You can't order me around. If I see a tactical advantage to hanging out at base healing our sniper, I'm going to hang out at base and heal our sniper. You got a fucking problem, bitch?"

You bat her wrist away. "Yeah. I do."

She grabs your knees and uses that to scooch her wheeled gaming chair closer. She leans into you so far that your brows are butting. She whispers with sharp enunciation, her little jaw jutting with every syllable. "What are you going to do about it, then? Huh?"

"I dunno." You shrug. "I could tell your dad you've been K-I-S-S-I-N-G so that he grounds you until you're 65."

Lily grimaces and deflates. "You were supposed to say something sexy there," she grumps.

"Se--" You glance around and drop your voice to a whisper, too. "Sexy? Is this a sex thing we're doing right now?"

"Why do I even bother." She wheels back towards her monitor, fingers on her mouse and the WASD keys. "I'm healing Gus. At least he knows how to take a hint."

"Hint?" Gus asks, looking around, alerted by the namedrop. His is voice sibilant through his space helmet, the visor fogging as it always does during intense gaming sessions.

"Shut the fuck up," Lily tells him.

"Yes m'aam."

>>5163137
>Rose sighs and slumps her shoulders. "I don't know. It's just... we never fight anymore."
I had a big old guffaw. 10/10 OP. And I hope you're hanging in there <3

Jammies Rose is a qt btw

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Lily's piss-poor performance doesn't improve for the rest of practice and she doesn't say another word to you. You don't try to make conversation, either -- you feel pretty bad about fumbling her proposition.

Which is why you're surprised when she holds you back you after practice ends, grabbing you by the upper arm to keep you from walking off, and telling you with an excited whisper, "Guess I gotta be more direct for a dumbass like you. You wanna come fuck me real dirty in one of the stairwells?"

"Sure," you say smoothly. Nailed it.

She tugs as if to pull you out of the room, but you stand your ground. "What the f--" she begins.

"Wait in the hall a sec. I need to talk to Mr. S about something real quick."

"Mr. -- I swear to God," Lily huffs, "if you fuck that creep, you are never getting this tongue again." She forms a V with her fingers, putting it to her lips, and pokes her little pink tongue out between them. It would make you tingle down there, if it wasn't immediately following such a heinous accusation.

You jerk your arm out of her grasp. "Eugh. I have standards."

"Do you? What standards? Pulse, body temp higher than the room?"

"I have standards! Go wait in the fucking hallway a sec. God."

>>5163187
Lily, no. We don't even joke about that shit around here.

>>5163187
Bad Lily! Bad!

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Mr. S is logged in on his own account and playing on a solo deathmatch server, so he takes a long moment to notice you still hanging out in his classroom, standing in front of his desk. "Wesley? Sup?" His eyes are still half on the monitor. He's getting his ass kicked.

"You've known my Dad since you were kids, right?"

"Uhh, yeah. Yeah, I think so."

"...You think so?"

He clears his throat, logs out of his game (fucking ragequitter), and sits forwards in his chair. "What's up? He doesn't have one of those cancers, does he?"

"He's fine," you say, already sort of regretting this conversation. Noticing that Lily left the door ajar, you go over and gently close it. "I just wanted to know what it was like growing up with him."

Mr. S gets up, hurries over to the door, nudges you aside. "Let's keep this baby open. I have -- I'm on an open-door policy. Y'know?" He returns to his desk and tries to do the Mr. Cool Teacher lean-his-tailbone-against-it-while-folding-his-arms maneuver, but he chooses a spot quite near the corner to lean against. He wobbles, clearly uncomfortable and off-balance. "A-anyway. Your Dad? Ohhh man. Your Dad -- ah, ow" (he nearly topples over before catching himself and resuming the arms-folded pose) "-- let me tell you. Alabaster is... he is one classy effing guy. Oh sure, his taste in anime is complete garbage, but we don't hold it against him, right? Right? ... Right?"

"Right."

"Right!"

You swallow hard and stare at a ceiling tile behind Mr. S's shoulder. "Do you think Dad's ever been... evil?"

Mr. S's eyebrows just about make it all the way up to that ceiling tile. "E--" he begins, but has to pause once again to catch himself from falling. This time he seriously lists to one side, and when he uprights himself, he gives up the ghost of pretending to be cool. He stops leaning against his desk. "Evil? No. No how, no way, Wes-lay."

You nod.

Mr. S motions with his hands as he speaks. "I mean... did he write a letter of contra-recommendation to the dean when I was interviewing for a teaching job here? Yeah. Was that a hilarious prank? Also yeah. So so what if he's like third or fourth in command at a company on the Forbes Evil 100 list? That doesn't make him evil, for--." He squints in confusion. "Why are you asking about this?"

"No reason," you say.

"Well, I can tell you one thing. He loves his kids."

"Some of them--"

"Maybe a little too much!" He cuts in. "I mean... when Alabaster found out that you were going to be on my E-sports team, did he threaten to gouge out my eyes with a rusty screwdriver and bury my body in a shallow grave in the desert if I looked at you sideways? Yeah. Was that yet another hilarious prank? Also yeah!" He glances uneasily back at the wide-open door, and rushes over to open it even farther -- as far as it physically can be -- until it's parallel with the wall it's mounted to. Turning, he adds: "that... that Alabaster... he's really funny, when you get to know his sense of humor."

>>5163204
Hahaha... ha...

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"Did you ever have a girlfriend when you were in high school?" You ask.

"Me? Oh-- oh yeah. I was absolutely dripping with the fly honeys." The cogs in his mind slowly rotate from 'brag' back to 'worry' and his face grows serious. "But to be very clear. I only dated high schoolers in high school. I--" He suddenly holds up a palm, as if he thinks you're about to stand too close to him, but when you stay motionless and far away, he lowers it again. "You should really date people your own age, Wesley."

"Mr. S, I'm a lesbian," you tell him. It's a literal half-truth, but it defuses the situation well enough.

"Oh." He seems a little crestfallen. Only a little. He clears his throat and nods. "Coming out is hard. Do you need a pamphlet?" He starts rooting through his drawer.

"No."

It takes him a moment to stop digging through the messy drawer even though you've declined. "...Okay. If you need a pamphlet, let me know."

"I will."

"Good. I have lots of pamphlets."

"You were really into Whitney and Rose when you were in high school, right? And my Aunt Rosie, too? And my Aunt Cerise?"

"They were cool. Totally my peeps. Course... Alabaster was absolutely hopeless about Whitney and Rose. And Rosie's his kid sister. And Cerise is his onee. So I couldn't exactly violate bro code, you know? I let him have 'em."

"Right."

Mr. S nods, although more to convince himself than anything.

"But does it seem kind of weird to you that Dad has something like 20 or 30 girlfriends at any given time?" You ask.

"Mmm... no," Mr. S says, slowly shaking his head, after some moments of close deliberation.

"I'll see you around," you tell him. As you leave, he calls after you, "My door's always open! And those pamphlets are here if you need some!"

>>5163204
>did he threaten to gouge out my eyes with a rusty screwdriver and bury my body in a shallow grave in the desert if I looked at you sideways? Yeah. Was that yet another hilarious prank? Also yeah!"

Fuckin lol

>"But does it seem kind of weird to you that Dad has something like 20 or 30 girlfriends at any given time?" You ask.

Pot kettle, Wesley

I am... not sure that that conversation helped, but at least it was funny

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Lily is nowhere to be found when you return to the hallway. Typical. She probably caught a whiff of some other bitch passing by, got distracted, and went running to hit on her. You marvel at the sheer nerve it takes for her to call you the slut here. It's a real case of the pot calling the kettle b-- um. Well, it really takes some balls to-- she's got a lot of nerve, anyway. The fucking buttbaby.

You pass through the hall and make your way towards the double-wide stairway at the far end -- the kind ubiquitous in schools the world over, that are engineered to accommodate four lanes of pedestrian traffic. It's creepy navigating such a space by yourself, and whatever Great Value imitation linoleum they paved these stairs with is mental torture to walk over. Just the way the material adheres to your sole with every step and makes a weird peeling noise when you lift your shoe again. It gives you serious shudders. A private school should be able to afford better, surely.

This is the thought obsessing your brain as you round the windowed landing on your way to the ground level. So you don't see Lily approaching like a blur from the corner. She grabs you, pushes you back, and gets your wrists pinned against the sun-warmed glass.

"Got you," she whispers.

You can't think of anything to say.

She sniffs the air between your neck and shoulder. Her nose is close enough that the rush of air tickles you. "Don't smell dick on you. That's good."

"You want to get off of me?" You grunt. "Someone could walk by."

"You said you wanted to do it in the stairwell."

"I thought you were speaking... you know, metaphorically." You writhe as she sucks on your neck.

"Make me stop if you want me to stop," she whispers. She starts grinding on you. You can feel the seam of her jeans rubbing against your knee.

"You seriously want Mr. S to see this?" You demand.

This gives her pause. But she's too horned-up to care about the risks, even that one. "Right here. Right now." She starts grinding on you again.

[ ] Right here. Right now.
[ ] Drag her home. At least there, if you get caught, you won't become registered sex offenders.
[ ] Doing it in public is fun, but somewhere less exposed. Maybe Summer could help you find a spot.

>>5163283
>[x] Doing it in public is fun, but somewhere less exposed. Maybe Summer could help you find a spot.

>>5163283
>[x] Drag her home. At least there, if you get caught, you won't become registered sex offenders.

Iirc we haven't had a Lily/Noelle or Kay scene yet

>>5163283
>[X] Doing it in public is fun, but somewhere less exposed. Maybe Summer could help you find a spot.

Okay, with not a lot of participation at the moment and the need to take a break anyway, I'll let the vote carry through tonight. I have two lewds to write anyway. I will post them both tomorrow.

>>5163335
Oh god oh fuck

>>5163335
Looking forward to them!

>>5163283
>[x] Right here. Right now.

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>>5163283
>[x] Right here. Right now.
Mommas didn't raise a coward.

aaauu i lost track of time

>>5163283
>[x] Right here. Right now.
THIS is the good stuff

>>5163283
>[X] Doing it in public is fun, but somewhere less exposed. Maybe Summer could help you find a spot.

>>5163335
Ohhh man.

>>5163283
>[x] Right here. Right now.

If Vivian can survive young Amelia watching Ally creampie her in the produce section, then Wes can survive a bit of a stairwell fuck.

Besides she told Mr. S she was a lesbian, and its not like he's gonna get her in trouble. Her dad will bury a rusty screwdriver in his eye and dump him in a shallow grave in the desert. Haha, get it?

>>5163283
>[ ] Right here. Right now.

>>5163283
>[X] Doing it in public is fun, but somewhere less exposed. Maybe Summer could help you find a spot.

>>5163335

Glad to have you back OP, and I hope things pick up. Don't be afraid to prioritise other parts of your life if you have to. A bunch of internet nerds don't need to be your focus in times of trouble.

>[x] Right here. Right now.

Calling the vote here. Please look forward to it!

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>>5164205
I always do

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https://www.op-studios.net/fq-lewd-wes31

>>5164818
Let's fucking goooo

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>>5164818
He was snacking on a calzone

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https://www.op-studios.net/fq-lewd-wes32

>>5164818
>>5164870
B-b-b-b-based.

>>5164870
OP I swear. You can’t keep teasing us with Amber’s daddy issues forever. At this point I’d be overjoyed with just an Amber scene of her watching Alabaster and any of the haremites

>>5164870
D'aww, how sweet. I think.

>>5164901
It hits different. Like some of the gentler interactions with Cerise pre-Umi Da or Rose during the OVA.
Her eyes are blue.
But Ally would never..

>>5164870
i like the idea of Amber synchronously having her own wacky Fuck Quest adventures
>>5164917
the down-to-earth lightheartedness of s1 was great, and i was disappointed to see this setting wasn't really bringing it back in the same way.

>>5164870
Nice shit Abbo

Hey, the link to the archived season 1threads isn't working for me, is there another way to look at them? I'd really hate if all of that was lost

Tonight's the night (?)

>>5172515
I hope so!

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>>5169366
if it continues to not work, you can find a link to screenshot anon's old image archives

>>5173318
Oh really? That's good news, where should I look for that?

I hope OP studios is okay

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>>5175341
I am okay! Planning to run again this weekend. Will announce on Twitter.

>>5175270
the last time remember seeing it was in one of the OVA threads pre-WBA, try there.
if you need it for whatever reason, I'm pretty sure there's a saved version on my other hard drive.

Tonight's the night!

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Amber swills beer on the living room couch, sitting criss-cross-applesauce and wearing a tank so baggy you can see nearly everything through the arm holes.

"I'm just surprised you're going along with all of this," you tell her.

"Going along?" Amber says. She knocks back a deep swig of beer. "Going along? The fuck else am I supposed to do? Our parents have gone off the deep end into schizo city."

You shrug.

"You won't believe the shit I've been told," Amber says, pointing with the hand that holds her beer.

"Like what?"

"Like... every batshit thing Raisin Mommy ever thought is actually true, for a start. Daddy is corroborating the entire yucky story. And more. Saying that... there was a whole universe before this one where David Darkbloom was an even more evil and miserable piece of shit than he is in this one... that he was doing this eyeball project back then, too, only he tested it on little kids. Like me. Like Daddy." She rubs her face. "Supposedly I was Raisin Mommy's daughter back then. Me and Daddy were about the same age. Unrelated to each other." Liquor sloshing, she loops her arms over the back of the couch and adopts a wide stance. You can see her navel as well as if she was shirtless. "I guess that really does make me Auburn's sister. In a sense. Assuming it's not all bullshit."

"More like a sister once removed," you offer.

"Wesley. I will shove both my feet all the way up the places where the sun don't shine. And not in the weird fetishy way Winter probably does and you probably get off on."

"I'm just s--"

"Not. Another. Word. Forget about cunt punting. I will punt your uterus."

oh just clicked on this

>>5180536
Bahaha

It's good to be back

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"Dad told you all of this, huh?"

"Yepperoni," Amber says bitterly.

You fiddle with your basketball shorts. "He didn't tell me any of it."

"Maybe it's on account of your giving him the Absolute Zero shoulder. He might've clued you in you if you'd talk to the guy. But--" her voice raises half an octave. "This is what's got your nopan all in a bunch? That Daddy isn't inducting you into his shcismatic offshoot of a death cult?"

"What should we do?"

"There's nothing to do."

You goggle at her. She sips.

"What have you done to my sister?" You demand.

"There's nothing to do, Wes. Everything we've tried up to now has only gotten us deeper in the shit, so..." She motions at the air with both hands, unable to finish the thought. "Ophie can handle herself, and Abbie knows that if he touches a single hair on her, Mom and Daddy will slowly dismember him with a paring knife, prison be damned." She pauses with the rim of the bottle to her lips, staring off at the ceiling. "I think Ophie wants to marry his kid."

"What, she takes one penis and now she has to marry the guy? Did she get knocked up?"

Amber gives you a withering glare. "They're in loooove. How does Ophelia Abrams sound, huh? Better get used to it."

"It sounds like shit. And I won't get used to it."

"Glad to see you've still got the fire," Amber says. She sighs. "But the truth is... our families are tied together now. Via business and soon to be via marriage. Why fight it? I'd rather just get out."

>>5180542
Inb4 Ophie is actually pregnant and their child is the second coming of something-or-other

>>5180542
>"There's nothing to do."
Defeatist Amber is terrifying

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"Yeah?" You say. "Get out how?"

"I'm gonna go to college in Boston. Get as far away from this socialist shithole of a state as I can without leaving the shores of the USA."

"As if Massachusetts is any better?"

"Ehh... marginally."

"And where do you want to go to school?"

"MIT. Where else?"

"You. In MIT."

"Uh huh."

"With your grades?" You laugh in her face. "Better write the next great American novel for your admissions essay, because you won't get in otherwise."

"I've got a plan," she says vaguely. "For the admissions essay, anyway. Should do."

Of course, you know what this is really about. She isn't the only one of Dad's children with these aspirations. Amber is following your sister to the college of her choice. And in truth, you have no doubt that Amber, suitably determined, can worm her way through the admissions process at a school even as selective as MIT. Which means that, come this time two years from now, you'll be the sole daughter left behind in California. With no hope of following them after you graduate. You have neither Ophie's smarts nor Amber's resourcefulness to get you in.

"What am I supposed to do?" You demand. "How am I supposed to get into MIT?"

Amber shrugs.

"Seriously. I can't get into a school like that."

"You'll have an extra year to figure it out. And if you can't hack MIT, I hear Wellesley is nice too." She looks you over from head to toe. "And... I'm sure Boston also has some good community colleges."

You stare down at the couch cushion between your legs. "You were just saying how you wanted us to stick together. When we were in bed. But you want to leave."

Amber doesn't say anything for a long while. You feel her eyes on you, though. At last she softly says, "does this mean you want out, too?" You don't respond, so she puts her arm around your shoulder. "Wherever you want to go, I'll get you there.

>>5180549
>she puts her arm around your shoulder. "Wherever you want to go, I'll get you there.

;_;

Good girl, Amber. Good girl.

>>5180549
D'aww...

>>5180549
forgot the closing quotation mark

>>5180557

Actually, I forgot the entire last sentence when I copy-pasted out of notepad++. Amber adds "Promise promise." At the end there.

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When K-Mom comes home, she pauses in the space between the living room and the kitchen to observe Amber chugging beer.

"I am formally letting it be known that I don't approve of you engaging in underage drinking under my roof," she announces.

"Understood and duly noted," Amber replies, and goes back to chugging.

K-Mom glances your way. "Don't tell your Mom. She'll kill us all."

"Where is she?" You ask.

"She's busy serving warrants. We'll be on our own for dinner tonight." She sets her hand-purse on a little table by the foyer and roots through it for her phone. "How's Thai sound?"

"Not Elephant Jump again," you groan.

"I know. I hate that place too. But there aren't many Thai restaurants open yet since the storm."

"Will you stop pretending that you hate Elephant Jump?" You say. "You order from there every time you get to choose dinner."

K-Mom sputters. "Well... it's... what's your bright idea, then?"

You think.

"I guess Elephant jump is fine," you finally grumble.

She leans over the couch. Her fingernails clack gently against the neck of Amber's beer bottle as, gripping it, she steals it right out of Amber's hands.

"Hey!" Amber wails.

"I need a drink," K-Mom says. She tries it, grimaces, and only then does she check the label. She shakes her head in baffled frustration. "PBR? Seriously, Amber?"

Amber is on her knees, snarling at K-Mom from over the back of the couch. "Give me back my booze."

"I don't see booze here. I see a bottle of chilled piss. If you're going to be an alcoholic at age 17, get some goddamn standards."

"Came from your fridge, bitch."

"It's my wife's. Noelle has no standards. Do you want to be just like Noelle, Amber?"

Amber makes a pouty "hmmph" at the idea of wanting to be like an FBI agent. She reaches over the headreast, elbow locked and palm splayed. K-Mom reluctantly hands her over the bottle. Amber sips once, then settles back into her cross-legged position and rests the bottle between her thighs. "Anyway," she says absently, "I need it more as an icepack than a drink. Wes did a real number on my coochie a few minutes ago. It's still all red and inflamed down there."

>>5180562
No, Kay! Don't fall for the Thai propaganda machine!

Also come on, Noelle, you've known Cerise for how long and you're still drinking PBR? Yeesh.

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K-Mom grimaces. But her sour mood doesn't last too long because Talia comes traipsing through. True to the promise she made you, she's wearing a full French maid outfit. Racier than maybe the Moms expected, too: the skirt so short that it does nothing to conceal her shame, the frilly black lace panties underneath so sheer that they're transparent, the cream stockings secured by too-tight garters that leave deep indentations in her thighs, the U-shaped collar of the frock severe enough to leave most of Talia's chest exposed, and the entire getup mostly form-fitting. K-Mom can't help staring as Talia goes around with a feather duster, daintily brushing the furniture and fixtures.

"Mom's really still at work?" You ask.

"Yeah... she is..." K-Mom mutters, obviously distracted.

As Talia passes, K-Mom's eyes follow. But Talia stops right in front of her -- and feather dusts K-Mom's face. Then she continues on.

"What th--" K-Mom begins. Delayed a moment, the sneeze cuts her off. The way K-Mom sneezes is, honestly, cute: three rapid inhalations through her nostrils like she's smelling a pot of soup, then a sharp, squeaky "chyuu!" followed by a deep, morose "fuckh" and a snarl as she draws her arms inward and suffers a single full-body shiver.

"You okay?" Amber asks.

"Don't use that--" she begins, but then it happens again. Sniff, sniff, sniff, chyuu! "Fuckh." Shiver.

"Don't spank your maid too hard," Amber advises. "She doesn't mean it."

Talia's only response to this is giving the top of Amber's head a once-over with the duster. Yours, too. Then she's off to the other side of the living room to dust the TV.

Amber pawns her beer off on you. "See ya, Snuggy Bear. Wes."

"Not staying for dinner?" K-Mom asks.

"Nah. I need to go get some dick. Man dick." She glances back at Talia. "No offense."

Talia is bent over the entertainment center, dusting the areas at the back that never get hit. Her top half is mostly concealed and her bottom half definitely isn't. Her voice is distant and muffled as she replies, "I completely understand. Trust me."

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Once Amber is out the door, K-Mom sits beside you and relieves you of your beer. You're thankful. You felt awkward holding it. But still...

"I thought you hated that stuff."

"I do," she says, and finishes the bottle. She watches appreciatively the way Talia's skirt hikes up whenever she bends at the waist.

"Who's Mom serving warrants on?" You ask.

"Absalom Abrams."

You goggle at her. She shrugs and arches her eyebrows at you with a smirk. "What do you want from Elephant Jump?"

"Seriously?"

K-Mom clears her throat and shifts her weight on the sofa. "The man needs to know that we can hit him where it hurts, too. Don't worry. It's just a message. He'll understand it loud and clear."

"Does Dad know about this?"

"Of course he does. We're a united front. He also knows about the article I published today exposing the millions in dark money that flows out of Instrumentalism and into politics around the globe."

"You're gonna get us all killed," you moan.

"Pressure campaigns go both ways," K-Mom tells you. Her expression darkens. She leans in with a palm on your knee. "Nobody fucks with our kids for free. Now he knows."

She's so busy doing the bravado thing that she doesn't notice Talia swooping over. She dusts K-Mom's intensely staring face for a second time.

Sniff, sniff, sniff, chyuuu! "FUCKH."

>>5180570
Need a live-in maid waifu to feather dust my face

Talia is cute! Cute!!

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When the food gets delivered, you and K-Mom eat at the dinner table together with Talia. During a lull in the conversation, Talia announces: "I think I'll be ready to go home soon."

K-Mom stabs her noodles with a fork and shovels them into her open mouth. She uses the time it takes to chew as an opportunity to consider this. "Take however long you need," she finally says. She douses her food in onions sauce again.

"How soon is soon?" You want to know.

"Tomorrow."

You huff. "Tomo-- you've barely been here a week..."

Talia eats by drawing chopsticks to her lips and letting the noodles dangle between them as she slurps them noiselessly up.

"Mom," you plead.

K-Mom looks from you to Talia. "...Yeah. We want you safe. So you might want to stay a little while. At least until we know that your brother isn't in the picture anymore. Just a thought."

Talia stands and gathers up her mostly still-full plate. "I'll be here forever, then."

"I've had guests I'd like hearing that from less," K-Mom tells her.

But that doesn't defuse things and Talia doesn't reply as she goes on into the kitchen. She sets to washing dishes.

You give K-Mom a worried glare. She whispers, "Snug-- Talia's the type who gets anxious about being a freeloader, even if she isn't. She'll get over it." Bringing her voice back to a normal volume, she adds: "you could learn a thing or two from her."

"Like what," you say flatly.

"When was the last time you ever cleaned a plate?"

You frown at her.

"Just saying."

You join Talia at the sink and help her wash up. She does most of the work, though. You mostly just set the dishes in the strainer.

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>>5180590
I see /qst/ is still censoring the word s o y into "onions" all these years later. Cool, very cool.

>>5180594
The year is 20XX. Onion sauce has replaced s o y sauce as the defacto asian condiment

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A little while later, you find yourself standing at the patio door watching Talia float on her back in the pool. She lies there with her limbs all splayed out like she's trying to make a snow angel, motionless as a corpse, staring at the stars. Or just one star, you guess.

"Did you get your homework done?" K-Mom asks, sneaking up.

"Nope."

She sighs.

"Is Mom all right?" You ask. "She's been gone forever."

"I just talked to her. She's fine. Quit worrying."

"None of this is normal. Why shouldn't I worry?"

"You want to go grey at 16? That's why. Mind what's in your control -- like homework. And forget the rest."

You keep watching Talia. She gently drifts across the cyan surface of the pool.

"Are you going to talk to your Dad anytime soon?" K-Mom asks.

"He told you too, huh."

"Only that you're mad at him, he deserves it, and he'd like to hear from you."

You cock your head so severely that your cheek nearly makes contact with your shoulder and you give K-Mom a look. "Gee, I'd love to. But I have homework."

You startle at the sound of your text notification. It's Summer.

>FUCK! WE HAVE HOMEWORK!

Bitch reads your mind, you swear...

[ ] Go talk to Dad.
[ ] Go to Casa Denali and study up with Summer.
[ ] Stay home with K-Mom and Talia, and wait for N-Mom to get back.
[ ] Take a breather at BRB.

>>5180611
>[x] Go talk to Dad.
Miscommunication is the death of all plot lines, let's clear the air here.

>>5180611
>[X] Go to Casa Denali and study up with Summer.
Wesley's a teen, she probably wouldn't be mature enough to clear this up

>>5180611
But I like all of these......
>[X] Stay home with K-Mom and Talia, and wait for N-Mom to get back.
But I'm eyeing the Dad option too

>>5180611
>[x] Take a breather at BRB
Arguably the most meaningless of these choices, but damn it, a milf sandwich is scientifically proven to be the best way to suppress anxiety.

>>5180611
>[ ] Go talk to Dad.
Torn on this one, but I think Wes would be feeling a bit left out after the Amber convo so I'll vote this way.

(Gotta run an errand, vote is close so it can continue for a little bit until I'm back in about 30 minutes to an hour.)

>>5180611
>[ ] Go talk to Dad.

>>5180611
>[X] Go to Casa Denali and study up with Summer.

>>5180611
>[x] Go to Casa Denali and study up with Summer.

>>5180611
>[X] Go talk to Dad.

Closing and writing.

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Despite how busy Dad's house usually is, the living room is almost deserted when you come in. Only Riley is sitting on the couch by the fireplace. He's doing the NYT Sunday crossword on his tablet. "Hey Wessy," he says, not looking up. "Do you know this one? Bryan ________, TV star who played chemical criminal in Breaking Bad. 9 letters."

"No clue," you say. "Do I look a boomer?"

He makes a little murmur of defeat and pores over his crossword some more. "Mm. How about a five letter word for "implied, but not stated"? Starts and ends with a T."

"Tacit."

"Oh, of course." He taps it in. "You're so smart."

"Beg to differ."

He twists around, curling up into a sort of fetus so he can look at you over his shoulder. "How're ya?"

"I'm okay. Do you know where my Dad is?"

Riley points down the hall.

You start towards the direction. But Riley calls out. "Hey Wessy?"

"What?"

"Mommy Cerise and Mommy Anna are leaving again soon. Can we do stuff before they go?"

"Sure," you promise.

>>5180678
Rileeeeey

Love this boy

>>5180678
Riley is cute. Cute!

>>5180678
>"Sure," you promise.
Hold good to it Wes.

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You hear a voice from inside one of the guest bedrooms that takes you a few moments to recognize.

"Thanks for being so totally accommodating!"

"Not like I'd let you stay in a hotel," comes Dad's sonorous voice through the wall. "Especially right now."

"Uh huh!" There's some knocking-around of stuff and then the sound of suitcase zippers coming undone. Then a brief pause before the voice continues. "Hey... this is the perfect time, you know... to consider that thing we've been talking about."

"...You really want to do it?" Dad says. "Your career--"

"My career can go to heck. Those people never liked us anyway." The voice drops a little lower. You have to strain to hear. "We're ready, Ally... and we want you to do it for us... the way you did for little Wessy." When this draws no response, she adds: "The clock's ticking, you know! Bio-logically. But I can get us some fertility pills right away."

"Us?" Dad says.

"May as well try on us both, right? Two birds are better than one, as they say!"

"Is this what you want too, Makoto?"

Her thickly accented voice speaks up now. "Yes. Alabaster... I would be deeply happy to help you spread your genes a little farther..."

>>5180683
Oh god oh fuck oh geez

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"See?" Aunt Rosie says. "We both want it. And it's been such a long flight, onii-chan. So how about you let us climb up onto that... nice... thick... big-brotherly c--"

You step inside the room. Rosie, her hand feeling up Dad's tummy under his shirt in a decidedly un-sisterly way, isn't fazed at all. Whereas Dad and Aunt Makoto startle like you fired off a gun. Dad jumps back from Rosie and pulls his shirt down over his waist.

"Weeeeeessssss!" Rosie shrieks, mind shifting gears from sex to familial joy (not a distant shift). "Oh my gosh -- come give this old lady a hug already!!!"

But it's her who comes to you, sweeping you into her arms, squeezing you about tight enough to suffocate. You wheeze. What little air you do catch is tinged like candy. As always, Rosie smells like she was carved from a solid slab of bubblegum.

When she finally ends the hug and steps back, she keeps hold of your shoulders. "Wow! I cannot believe it. How many times have you been getting spurted, anyway?"

You jaw hangs open. You cough. "W-what?"

"You must have gotten like two or three spurts in a row!" She says. "Geeze Loufreakingise." She lays a palm flat against the very crown of her own head, and juts the fingertips out so that they boop your nose. "You're taller than me now! You're-- darling, she's taller than us! Anata! Kanojo no hou ga se ga takai desu yo!"

"I can see it," Makoto says placidly. But Rosie keeps poking your nose with her fingers to demonstrate, so Makoto adds: "don't be bothersome, darling."

"Oh my goodness goshness," Rosie says, squeezing your arms with both hands again. "It is SO good to see you."

"It's good to see you, too," you say. You nod at Makoto. "Both of you."

"You are becoming a very pretty girl, Wesley," Makoto says.

Dad gives her a look.

"I am allowed to notice," Makoto says.

"Contain yourself."

"She's got this whole Eurasian vibe going for her," Rosie says. "Totes adorbs."

"So I've been told..." you say.

"Just think!" Rosie tells Makoto. "Our kid could look just like that somed--"

"All right," Dad says, clapping his hands together. "It's been a long flight. How about we get you two some food and some R&R."

"I am sure Whitney has something nice for me to eat," Makoto says.

Dad casts you a sideways glance.

"Don't look so freaked out," you say. You glance at Makoto. "Good luck getting pregnant."

"Thank you," Makoto says, very sincerely.

Dad chokes on nothing.

"You too," you tell Rosie.

"Arigatou!" She chirps.

Dad really chokes that time.

>>5180686
I missed them! Both of them!

>>5180686
I missed bubblegum and ramune.

>>5180683
LET'S GOOOOOO

God, it's been too fucking long.

>>5180686
>"You too," you tell Rosie.

>"Arigatou!" She chirps.

Don't tease me like this, op

>>5180678
>"Do you know this one? Bryan ________, TV star who played chemical criminal in Breaking Bad. 9 letters."
...is Bryan Cranston's name spelled differently in WBA? This is the weirdest shadowrun yet. Riley a cutie btw

>Rosie shrieks, mind shifting gears from sex to familial joy (not a distant shift).
I lol'd And I'm excited for Pocky & Rocky to get double creamed

>>5180700
Wait I'm daft and missed the exchange in the first message. The pregnant Rosie train is full steam ahead!

>>5180702
It's a theme puzzle where certain clue answers have doubled-up letters that intentionally misspell them (e.g. Crannston instead of Cranston). The double letters, taken together and unjumbled, form the secret word. I totally didn't miscount. Absolutely. Yep.

>>5180705
Theme crosswords with weird spelling gimmicks are fun, please make this so we can solve it

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Dad catches up with you as you exit down the hallway. "Uhhh, what you heard back there," he begins. "Jet lag is a doozy. And Rose is a bit of a scatterbrain at the best of times, and she--"

"Do you think this is the first time I ever caught wind that you fuck your sisters? I'd have to be blind, deaf, retarded, and anosmic."

He clears his throat.

"Welcome to the club," you tell him.

"--What?"

"You know, I'm here. I'm talking to you. Focus on that."

He exhales. "And I'm glad. Wesley... I know you're mad--"

"I'm not mad," you say.

"Right. Well I have enough women in my life to know not to trust that sentence."

"You can trust it from me. If I was mad, I wouldn't subject myself to you. You don't need to walk on eggshells around me."

"Well. Good. But either way -- I didn't mean what I said the other day."

"You meant it. It's fine. If Ophie died, I wouldn't forgive you, either."

He has no idea what to say to that.

"If I'm mad about anything," you say, "it's that I'm the only one of your daughters you haven't told anything to. Amber says you've been spinning stories about reincarnation and alternate timelines and who knows what else. What the fuck is going on? I deserve to know."

There's a loud rap on the front door. Dad holds an index finger up to signal "just a chotto" and heads towards the sound of the knocking. You follow. But someone else was faster on the uptake. As you round the corner, you discover that Riley is standing at the open door, speaking with Absalom Abrams.

>>5180712
N O

>>5180712
This motherfucker

Protect our sweet boy!

>>5180712
OP. Please reconsider.

>>5180712
Fffffuck no don't you hurt my precious boy

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Absalom has his hands on his knees, stooping to speak at Riley's level. "How's your Mommy doing? Is she all healed up?"

"She's good," Riley replies.

"Yeah, that Cerise, she's a real fighter. And you're a grower! You get a little taller every time I see you."

"Well. Uh. It's because I'm growing up," Riley says, with no trace of irony.

Absalom laughs. "I better look out. If you get any taller, I'll have to wear stilts just to talk to y--"

"What are you doing here?" Dad says, interposing himself between Riley and Absalom.

"Your man Tyrus let me in." Absalom stands straight. "We're colleagues now, right? And our children are dating. So we're practically family. Don't get so dramatic."

"We are not family."

"Yeah, well, I already gathered that you don't see it the same way. I just got back from a long conversation with a gaggle of FBI agents. Then I checked the news. You want to tell me what the fuck it is you think you're pulling here? You're going to ruin a fantastic deal for all of us."

Dad looks at you over his shoulder. "Take Riley upstairs."

"Come on," you say, taking him by the hand and ushering him away. "Let's go finish that crossword." But as you trudge upstairs with him, you can hear both men's raised voices:

"It's a message, Absalom. Simple as. We can ruin a lot more than this deal for you if you come after us again."

"I don't like messages that delay my retirement and forbid me from leaving the country. A fucking forensic audit of my business? They won't find anything, you know."

"Good for you."

"I actually run clean books. But I wonder what they'd find if they poked through Darkbloom's books. Shall we find out? You're not the only one with friends at the bureau."

You shut the door in the bedroom where Riley is staying.

"Why are they mad at each other?" Riley wants to know.

"It's... complicated."

He's worried.

[ ] Tell Riley the truth.
[ ] Leave him out of it.

>>5180720
>[x] Tell him the truth.
But only most of it, in very simple terms. Leave out the complicated stuff. He's young!

>>5180720
Say they have very different ideas about good and evil.

>>5180723
>[X] Leave him out of it.
But be, what's that five letter word again? Tacit. That's the one.

>>5180720
>[X] Tell him some of the truth
I don't think we need to fill Riley in on the details of a multi dimensional apocalyptic murder cult, but we don't need to lie to him. I'm envisioning something like "Absalom hates Daddy because of his religion but they have to work together because their children like each other and they don't want to interfere," I guess. Riley's a smart kid but he doesn't need to gaze into the abyss at his age. Especially *because* he's a smart kid, honestly.

>>5180720
>[X] Tell him some of the truth

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You sit Riley at the edge of his bed and squat down before him. You consider your words with great care. What you finally tell him is this:

"Absalom Abrams is dangerous. He's the reason Aunt Cerise got shot."

"He did that?" Riley cries, his voice cracking with anger and horror. His cry alerts one of his mothers -- Aunt Anna, who comes racing down the hall and throws the door wide open.

"Not directly," you say. "But he ordered it."

Riley peers up at his mother. "Is that true? Did Mr. Abrams have Mommy Cerise shot?"

"Wesley," Anna says, her voice low and icy, and more forceful than you ever remember hearing it.

"Is it true?" He repeats.

Anna nods.

Riley takes a moment to process that. His face lights up. "That's why you guys got the FBI after him. You're trying to prove it."

"I think Wesley wants to go now," Anna says.

"It's a dangerous situation," you say. "And complicated. But just remember that we're trying to keep you safe -- and none of us trust Absalom. If you ever see him, don't talk to him. Let one of us know if he approaches you."

Riley nods vigorously. Then he gives you a great big hug. It kinda hurts. Boy's got too much muscle already, and he hasn't even hit puberty. "Be safe too," he says into your shoulder.

You agree and hug him back.

When he finally lets go of you, you stand and try to leave. Anna holds you aside. Her grip on your wrist is way stronger than you ever thought she was capable of. "You have no right," she hisses at you.

You rip your arm away from her. "I don't? You don't. Keeping him ignorant is going to get him hurt. The man who had his mother shot just came to the front door and talked to him like he's Riley's long-lost uncle. Are you okay with that?"

Anna says nothing.

"Didn't think so," you say, and leave.

>>5180741
Wesley acting like a teenager... she has a point though

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Absalom isn't totally callous. After tricking you into eating the Chankiri fruit, he lets you drink a glass of orange juice in his kitchen to wash the taste out. He watches you for a time from across the breakfast nook's island countertop, ankle on knee. You miserably peer back at him from over the rim of the glass. The remorseless way his eyes drink you in reminds you of Auburn. With even less of the charm.

When he speaks up, his voice booms, and it startles you. "You know -- Gautama Buddha was a sage of some repute even before he became the Buddha. But he was critical of the Vedic Brahmins and their caste system, which ultimately led him to embark on a spiritual journey to discover an escape from human suffering." He sweeps a palm as if beckoning you to look at a wide Savannah from atop a cliff: "At the nadir of his despair, when after decades of searching he still had not found his answer... he sat beneath a Bodhi tree, and decided to meditate there until he either died or he attained Nirvana. He found Nirvana after 49 days. In an instant, he was able to recall all of his past incarnations -- and also the key to the end of suffering. An end to the otherwise endless cycle of death and rebirth. The abasement of the self. The total and irrevocable renunciation of the very existence of the self.

"There is precedence for self-abasement in Judeo-Christian tradition, too. We sinners stand humiliated before the sinlessness of the son and the glory of the father. We mince and cringe and bow our heads in guilt and shame, and deny our flesh, and flagellate ourselves -- some literally, most only mentally. And even stretching back to the fall of man: why did Adam and Eve get evicted from Eden? Do you know?"

He waits for you to answer. You try: "They ate the forbidden fruit."

"No!" Abrams barks. He slaps the countertop with a palm. He points. "They asserted a self, a will and being separate from the Godhead. How dare they?" He jerks his thumb like an unfriendly usher in a movie theater: "So out, out they go. If they want to exist as separate selves, says God, they will be truly separate from God's goodness. The original sin was selfishness."

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"Do you know what the Buddha did when he found Nirvana? He established a ministry that same day. He immediately sought to teach others the key to ending suffering. Can you imagine if -- if the Buddha had been selfish? If instead of abasing his self, he embraced it, embraced an endless cycle of death and rebirth as the chance to experience hedonism into infinity? A dark enlightenment, if you will. A Buddha who doesn't help the world, who sees no point in ending any but his own suffering, and that, only through infinitely sating his worldly desires. Christianity speaks of the antichrist. Your father, Wesley, is the antibuddha. And, if I am right, the worst villain in history. Worse than a million Hitlers."

You snrk. "I've heard people compared to Hitler," you say, setting down your glass, "and I've heard people called worse than Hitler. This is the first time I've heard someone called worse than a million Hitlers."

"Think about it. Think of all the suffering in the entire universe. The great and the small. From whole villages of Africans dying of hunger, to the time you stubbed your little toe twice in a row. All of it, all of it, is by design, and all just so Alabaster Soliloquy can live his perfect life. You, Wesley, are a side character in Alabaster's universe. You're a shadow puppet dancing about on the wall for his entertainment alone. Is that fair to you? To me? To the millions and billions of people who live their lives in drudgery and pain, and war, and famine, and disease, and despair? No! But you have a blessed gift. You can fix it. You can save... trillions... of lives. Quadrillions. Sextillions. You can't name a number large enough for the number of lives you hold in your hands. You have a power you cannot even reckon with. Are you going to use it or not?"

---

Dad is sitting at a chair in the study just to the right of the foyer when you come back down. He's half-slumped, sitting parallel to a broad oak table, one arm propped on top of it, staring off into the middle distance. Brooding.

"Is that asshole gone?" You ask him.

"For now."

You pull a chair up and sit facing him. "He considers you family like he considers the shit on his shoe family. He thinks you're literally Hitler. Times a trillion."

Dad gives you a weary look. "Whitney told me you went to his house. Don't do that again."

"It's good enough for Ophie, but not for me?"

"We need to minimize risks where we can. You have no reason for being there."

"Intel is a good one. I think he likes me." Dad scowls. "Wants to fuck me even, I think." Now Dad's really scowling. But he gives it up to hunch forward and massage his face with both hands. You touch his shoulder. "You want to tell me your theory of the universe now? I already got Absalom's."

Dad opens his palms in front of his face and stares at them a moment. "It's called Sand Reckoner," he says.

>>5180752
>>5180753
Ohhhhh boy.

>>5180753
And here we go

>>5180752
>>5180753
Well, geez.

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That's it for tonight. Lewd tomorrow.

>>5180753
And here I thought buddhism was incompatible with authoritarian capitalism! What a trailblazer, that Absalom

>>5180759
Let's fucking go, I am in dire need of a bubblegum flavoured milf

>>5180759
It's a mix of anticipation and terror.
Glad you're back, OP.

>>5180752
If he wasn't a Psuedo-Syncretic Cult Leader, I'd peg Absalom as some kind of Christian Mystic.
That bit about the assertion of a self being original sin seems like an angry, markedly less horny mirror to the Beguines' theology about becoming one with the Almighty. Annihilating the Self so that only the bits of you that are cast in his image remain.
Also, somehow it's comparable to sex. >>5180753
>"It's called Sand Reckoner,"
It's a good thing we already talked to the Cult Leader who's convinced our dad is Satan. Too bad the actual explanation sounds even crazier.

>>5180686
We must do everything in our power to introduce Summer to Aunt Rosie. We could even have a double date with her and Makoto

wes is being a bitch and i do not like it, not one bit
The idea that assholebaster was still a character I could sympathize with and see myself in added meaning to his later change -- instead, Wes seems to have built herself into a spot where her character causes her to make wrong decisions, and it would be profoundly strange for any comeuppance to actually meaningfully change her mind.
I haven't been reading consistently, but I got all the content at some point or another and from what I imagine of Wes' character, there is very little chance anything Ally says here can actually change her mind. Narratively, the standard story choice would be to have her realize that he is right at least a little and win the day Her Own Way(tm), but that still doesn't provide real punishment for bitchiness.
Probably OP has a Plan that works in ways my drunk retard mind cannot comprehend, but from my perspective this is all fairly uncomfortable.
waiting warmly for rose2 lewd

>>5181019
Wholeheartedly agree.

Late to party, also warmly waiting for our favorite baka to get a baby.

Not much to say about plot stuff, but I felt I would point out this:

>>5180678
>"I'm okay. Do you know where my Dad is?"
>my

“Tacit” reveal that Alex truly is Riley’s father?

>>5181272
I mean, if Alabaster was Riley's father, then he'd be Wes' brother. I'm pretty sure he's been referred to as their cousin in the past.

>>5181308
It wouldn't be the first time (much less twice removed) that OP did a gag like that.

>>5181384
I mean, we've gone past Habsburg and straight to Ptolemaic with our interrelations. It's hard not to make jokes like that when your family tree looks like the Gordian Knot.

>>5181075
Been thinking on this since last night. I disagree. Wes has acted rashly at times but so much of the problem comes from the adults around her not being honest with her. She’s also in the right to be upset at Ally over his outburst, but I think they cleared the air as much as it ever will be. As for letting Riley know about things, well he should know, he’s in danger if he doesn’t know.

Wes is very much a teenager and she reminds me of teenage Alabaster with her impulsive nature, but has she been /wrong/ about anything? At worst I believe she has been too hasty and aggressive about some things, which maybe she wouldn’t be if Ally just leveled with her from the start instead of shielding her.

>>5181757
I agree. Wes is acting like a bitch, but IMO it's totally justified. This is a cult that has put her friends and loved ones in serious danger, and now she's just meant to accept that her parents are co-operating with said cultists without getting an explanation as to why? That would cause anyone to act out.

Yeah, I definitely think Wes is acting pretty reasonably, particularly for a teenager. She could've done some things better, but overall Wes is a pretty smart and levelheaded kid. Most people would be a complete wreck here, let alone someone her age. And I know a lot of adults who get way more passive-aggressive over way less, honestly.

Wes has her father's personality to a T. I would see him acting the same exact way at her age, except he would probably treat his loved ones shittier while doing it

>>5181757
Looking at it again I suppose she has been somewhat reasonable, it just bothers me that her 'ingroup' (i.e. the people she /isn't/ self-righteously angry at) doesn't include said adults.
I don't think Alabaster would have been angry beyond reason if he learned that people close to him were keeping secrets, and he certainly wouldn't have been this bitchy about it.
I always interpreted Ally's rough exterior to be a combination of his better-than-you persona and being incredibly tsuntsun, with the actual instances of assholery being a natural or unintentional expression of those. Wes, on the other hand, seems to be intentionally aggressive in her speech and behavior -- and not in a way that suggests it's just a front.

>>5182027
Though, I do think the level of fuckery happening to Wes now is greater than anything Alabaster experienced, and I can see why she might be like this.
>>5181869
>>5181965
It's very possible I'm just being too harsh on her.

>>5182027
>I don't think Alabaster would have been angry beyond reason if he learned that people close to him were keeping secrets, and he certainly wouldn't have been this bitchy about it.

Nah, Ally hated that shit. Tended to get punchy when it happened, if memory serves.

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Wes has the gait of someone shitfaced by the time Alabaster sees her out. She wobbles with every step and seems slow to process the world around her. She wasn't prepared for the insanity she heard. Well, no one ever is. "We'll talk more tomorrow," Alabaster tells her. "Get some rest for now, okay?"

"Y-yeah..."

They hug at the threshold, and Alabaster shuts the door after her.

He rests his forehead against the jamb, closes his eyes, and presses his palms to the cold wood. "Fuck," he mutters.

He stays there like that for a few long minutes.

---

Amber intercepts him at the entrance to the kitchen as he passes back through the house, literally blocking his path. "You and Wes are finally on speaking terms, huh?"

Alabaster gawks at her.

"How'd she take the Sand Reckoner thing? Pretty good?"

"I'm going to bed."

"What? Why?" Amber cries. "I'm making cookies for you!" She jerks her head to beckon him into the kitchen with her and then hurries over to the stove. Turning her back on Alabaster confirms to him what he already figured by looking at her from the front.

>>5182198
Oh god oh fuck

>>5182198
Oh no Amber is about to give Alabaster cookies full of aphrodisiacs haha what a rascal she is

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https://www.op-studios.net/fq-lewd-wes33

Guys, this really might be the most degenerate thing I've ever written.

>>5182202
It can't be. I refuse to believe it.

>>5182203
>>5182202
I take it back. Nnf.

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>>5182202
HOOOOOOOOOO BOY.
I didn't think you'd be able to sell me on this, but you did. Nice work OP.

>>5182202
>Guys, this really might be the most degenerate thing I've ever written.
Excited for Amber to stage a one-family production of The Aristocrats

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>>5182202
Das it mane

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>>5182202

>>5182198
Quick question OP. I don't remember if it was ever covered, but when did Ally and Rose tell Whitney about 421?

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>>5182202
Come on it's not like you have-
>Makoto links hands with Rosie
God almighty.

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>>5182424
You are right that it hasn't been directly covered. I am actually pretty intentionally vague about which OG cast members know, and how much they know, concerning the events of 421.

Here's what you could infer from what I've written:

By the end of the OVA (which concludes with Whitney and Ally at senior prom), there's no clear indication that Whitney knows about 421. Likely at this point she still doesn't know. Cerise also doesn't seem to know anything by the end of the OVA.

In the bonus lewd "Plap," which takes place a year or two after Alabaster graduates from high school, Cerise directly mentions 421/422 in a phone call and shows a pretty clear understanding of what everything means. So we can conclude Alabaster told Cerise during that interim. And I have to imagine he would have broken the news to Whitney around the same time frame.

For certain by the time we pick up at the beginning of WBA, Whitney has known about it for many years, and judging by her behavior she seems to accept the truth of the story.

>>5182671
>judging by her behavior she seems to accept the truth of the story.
Man, being the only person in the marriage who didn't directly experience 421 must be pretty alienating at times. Whitney seems like the type to handle it pretty well though.

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>>5182705
There's a scene in the OVA where we see how traumatized Alabaster and Rose are by living through the worst events of 421. It's one I think about a lot. For me personally, it was one of the most affecting things I've written in FQ.

>Every once in a while, it happens to Rose, and every once in a while, it happens to you. Tonight it's Rose's turn: she wakes up beside you all clammy, her breaths shallow and rapid, and she's sobbing so hard that it makes her halfway asphyxiate.

>Her trembling is full-body and violent as you pull her into an embrace. You lie there in bed on your side with her, half atop her, pressing your body firmly to hers, while you nuzzle her and kiss her face.

>"It's okay," you softly repeat, "it's okay," as meanwhile she begs in a voice so choked it's close to unintelligible: "Don't leave me. Don't leave me. Don't leave me."

>"I'm not leaving -- it's okay --"

>"Oh my god," she gulps. She emphatically shakes her head, rotates in your strong grip to face you, hugs you back. "Don't leave me... don't leave me..." she cries into your chest.

>You brush her hair from her eyes and stroke her shoulders, as she sheds the vestiges of her night terror. Her breathing, along with her frayed mind, settle over the course of a long five minutes. She goes still and quiet.

>"I'm sorry," she mutters when it's over at last, her customary apology. And this gets your customary response: "don't be."

>You wonder what will come of the night when it happens to both of you at once. So far, your cycles have synced well enough. Whenever it's your turn, Rose is always there at your side, awake already and calm, just as you have been for her -- there to hug you, and talk you down. To tell you that she's here to stay -- that everyone is here to stay -- that It's All Okay.

Whitney wouldn't be alienated by the shared experience the two of them have. On the contrary, she would be a fantastic rock for them cling to when they need it.

I also think her outsider's perspective and often-unexpected wisdom would ground the two of them and help them greatly, not only in the moments where their PTSD flares up, but whenever and wherever they consider the implications of the weird universe they inhabit. Alabaster and Rose are naturally neurotic people who overthink, overanalyze, and overworry. Whitney would help with that too.

>>5182671
>For certain by the time we pick up at the beginning of WBA, Whitney has known about it for many years,
To be a fly on the wall for that conversation.
Thankfully non-sentient and completely uncomprehending, because him explaining it all would be harrowing. And then the poor sumbitch does it again, but with his kids.
I just realized, are we going to tell anyone about this? Summer? Riley? Absalom?

>>5183140
>Summer?
Maybe. Summer is to Wes as Whitney is to Ally. But we also have to consider that Summer’s dad was in a crazy cult, so she might not be receptive about her possibly future wife opening up that can of WTF.

>Riley?
Anna would actually kill us. He doesn’t need to know, anyway.

>Absalom?
Absa-lutely not. Although it kind of seems like he’s already aware of a lot of it.

>>5183140
>>5183611
>Absalom
Honestly 421 is the biggest counterpoint to his worldview! It's just impossible to argue that Alabaster is responsible for everything in the world, and especially that building Sand Reckoner is a good idea, in light of 421. But Absalom is way too egotistic to ever be convinced by anything. He's the kind of billionaire who thinks he got where he is because he's uniquely smart and hardworking and just, and if only Alabaster were a better person, a person like him, everything would be fine. There's no convincing someone like that, not with words.

Hey OP Studios, just wanted to say that while I never get to participate in the threads because of work, I always come back to read them afterwards, love you.

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>>5184417
Thank you for this. It means a lot to me.

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No updates tonight, but y'all can vote on what you want of the next lewd when I get to it.

[ ] Wes needs dick too! ... So she arranges to get a train run on her
[ ] Wes and Summer get very, very, very sweaty
[ ] Wes gets some cunning tips from her Mommies
[ ] Talia live-streams

>>5187143
>[ ] Wes and Summer get very, very, very sweaty
Talia is damn tempting too, but I feel like we haven't had straight Wes and Summer in a while.

>>5187143
>[x] Wes needs dick too! ... So she arranges to get a train run on her

I'm out of shame at this point.

>>5187143
> [x] Wes and Summer get very, very, very sweaty
Please

>>5187143
>[X] Wes gets some cunning tips from her Mommies
Fun with the moms!

>>5187143
>[X] Wes and Summer get very, very, very sweaty

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>>5187143
>[x] Talia live-streams

>>5187143
>[X] Wes and Summer get very, very sweaty
Talia is always tempting though

>>5187488
Big heh

>>5187143
>[x] Talia live-streams

>>5187527
The place that posted it as a Webp was charging $2 for it. When right clicking and the Paint app are free!

>>5187143
>[ ] Wes needs dick too! ... So she arranges to get a train run on her

Cock slut Wes is based

>>5187143
>[X] Wes and Summer get very, very, very sweaty
I want steaming clouds of gyaru pheromones!

>>5187143
> [x] Talia live-streams

>>5187143
>[x] Talia live-streams

>>5187143
>[X] Talia live-streams

>>5187143
> Wes and Summer get very, very, very sweaty

Happy 8th Anniversary, /fq/! You've probably outlived most 4chan communities at this point!

>>5191912
here's to 2 more before OP dies in a large scale terrorist attack!

Is tonight the night?

>>5191912
In genuine awe that we've been at it this long..

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No pressure on OP but it seems like we don't usually go this long with radio silence during an actual quest run. Hope he's doing okay.

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>>5201246

Here's a lewd to make up for the long lack of updates. Something experimental. Not the lewd you voted on, which is still to come.

https://www.op-studios.net/fq-lewd-wes34

I'm okay, by the way. Just often struggling to find motivation these days. But I will soldier through. I hope to finish WBA with a few weeks of back-to-back runs (like I used to do) sometime soon.

>>5201966
Proud of you, OP.

spicy lewd

>>5201966
Oooo, this was a fun one. Nice to see you mixing it up, OP-sama. Glad to hear you're fine!

>>5201966
I'm kind of amused by the fact that these lewds are only just now getting a sexting lewd.
. . .
God damn it Amber.

>>5201994
It's a lot of effort to put together, but worth it in the end I think.