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I want Paul. I want my brother.

The (possibly AU) Sibling Incest Meme

Incest is, despite its taboo nature in most societies, actually a pretty popular convention in both romantic fiction and works of a more erotic bent, in everything from period or fantasy pieces to series taking place in places like modern day Japan. Still, the most common configuration in these fictions are the pairing of siblings. Perhaps this is because of the usual lack of age difference and power dynamic that exists in child/adult relative pairings, though this is not always the case. Because of this, a sexual or romantic relationship between siblings can almost seem, well, romantic in the right light. Of course, more often than not, there's a dark side under the veneer of forbidden love.

This meme is for those who would like to play out that, either the darkness or the light - or both.

HOW TO PLAY

-Comment with your character and preferences. Be sure to mention any hard lines you have.
-Comment around to others. PLEASE NOTE THAT IN ORDER TO FACILITATE CROSS-CANON TAGGING, THIS MEME WILL BE CONSIDERED AN AU FAIR GAME ZONE. Feel free to comment in with characters who do not canonically have siblings or comment to people from other fandoms.
-Be respectful of others.

PROMPTS

1. Feeling Strange: You've known this person your entire life, yet lately you've been feeling...different about them. These feelings aren't exactly familial, either.
2. Not as Normal Families: Whatever the specifics of the case may be, your childhood was not the norm, and thus the two of you have grown close that way.
3. Raised Apart: Scientists believe that when siblings are raised together under normal circumstances, they will not find each other sexually attractive; however, if they are reared apart, they may be highly attracted to each other when they meet as adults.
4. Only Kin by Name: Psuedo-incest between step siblings or adopted siblings is not quite as taboo, but you could still be looked down upon for harboring those desires for someone who is a member of your family by one way or another.
5. Defender: One of you is older and has always looked after the other, meaning that something has grown between you that is thicker than any blood.
6. Guilty: You feel terrible for these longings toward your own flesh and blood, and you do your best to stop them. But can you choose who you want to be with? And how disciplined are you when it's someone you care for in other ways?
7. Dysfunctional: You don't have a good relationship as siblings, yet your relationship as lovers is great.
8. There's Nothing Wrong Here: To you, incest is a casual affair and the "forbidden" aspect is lost. Sorry you were grounded, big brother. Here, since you can't go out, let me be your girlfriend for the night.
9. Like Looking in a Mirror: The two of you are closer than siblings: you're twins. You share everything, so why is your love any different?
10. Skirting the Line: Stolen glances. Lips only a breath away. You're walking a fine line here. You haven't become physical...yet.
11. Got a Secret, Better Keep It: Needless to say, an incestuous relationship is not one that can see the light of day. You'd better keep it behind closed doors.
12. Jealousy: You can't stand the idea of sharing your beloved sibling with someone else, yet it's hard to make this known without blowing your cover.
13. As One: The obligatory smut prompt, whether it be the first time or one of many the two of you steal away.
14. The Things I Do for Love: You'll do anything to protect your love affair with you sibling and make sure no one interferes. Anything.
15. And You'll Be My Queen: It may seem as though the light will never come, but you want to make promises to your most precious sibling that one day, you'll live as any normal couple.
16. Anyone Who Isn't Us is the Enemy: You're in a dangerous climate, and the only one you can depend on is your flesh and blood - bringing you closer together.
17. No Choice in the Matter: Your sibling is not a willing participant in your debauchery, but they endure your cruelty, grooming, and manipulation because you are their brother or sister.
18. No One Like You: There truly is no one who can love you like the person who is closest to being you, bone of your bone. You perfectly understand each other and your love is pure.
19. Where No One Knows Our Faces: You've decided to flee your current life and live as new people among those who don't know that you're related.
20. Out in the Light: A secret no more, the two of you have decided to bring your affair out into the open. You will face the world, no matter what it does.
21. Rejection: Someone - friends, family, etc - has found out what you two have done and are disgusted by it. Will you turn to each other for comfort?
22. The End: Being with someone so unattainable is tiring, and one day, you may grow weary of stowing everything away, locking your heart up, or feeling so shamed. This must cease. But can you go back to being just siblings?
23. Not Really Related After All: Perhaps the most cliche of tropes, though it's often used to "justify" incest. Turns out the two of you aren't really siblings! Now, you can pursue a relationship freely.
24. Part of the Same Whole: You're meant to be together, you firmly believe it.
25. Sick and Twisted: The fact that you two are siblings actually is a kink/fetish for you. You get off to all of this.
26. FREESTYLE

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in summary: the sweet, cheerful, slightly dim-witted princess of the Borgia family – actually a manipulative liar who is always putting on a performance to please others so that they won't harm her. Ruby has spent her whole life being controlled, abused, and shunned as an outsider; as a result she's a bitter victim, deeply distrustful of people and resigned to her suffering. she'll do anything to survive, even if she's miserable. always happy to AU into other canons and generic scenarios!

a-okay with both (somewhat) lighter scenarios and more twisted ones, as her canon situation is. she's the type to go along with someone's feelings if it'll protect her. )

[ Esp. her canon siblings. Up for anything shippy or smutty, anywhere from casual and normal to dark and forbidden. ]

[ My favorites are Euphemia, Nunnally, Schneizel, or maybe Clovis? And I don't know the manga spinoff kids or anyone from Akito that well. ]

[ Yes to AU or Brera, eh to Ozma. ]

[info/preferences, ota 18+ with a preference for darker scenarios. fine with her canonical siblings (with some of her sisters I prefer some discussion first), or an AU sibling situation. open to canon, crosscanon, crossmedium, ocs, etc.]

{ooc: I definitely have ideas for darker scenarios involving these two...

For this, what comes to mind is younger sister Five (possibly stepsister, but I'm good with it being full on incest too) manipulating and corrupting her sweet, sporty big sis Terry. Could be an element of jealousy since Terry is friendly and nice and therefore might be more popular, or just a general desire to dominate/possess her, or all of the above. Would love to adapt some intoner elements so Five is just naturally unusually strong - so she ends up being both taller and more physically imposing than the street-brawler tomboy who's supposed to be the "big" sister. Also would be very into part of the corruption involving pushing (or even forcing) Terry to dress flashier / sluttier, if that's something Five would enjoy. (I realize as I type this, with their size difference, Five could probably even give Terry some of her own hand-me-downs to wear.) Very open to mixing in other elements and/or kinks as well.

This turned into a more detailed pitch than I set out to write, but I'm very flexible too! Let me know if you're interested overall / not interested in particular bits, and I'm sure we could probably hash out a good scenario.

One final note is that, while I often play Terry as a genderswap AU of canon by default, the option does exist for her to have been originally male and changed into a woman by a vague recent incident instead. Only applicable here on the off chance Five would take some perverse pleasure in turning a former brother into her pretty little submissive femme slut or w/e her corruption goal is.}

[ooc: A lot of this sounds cool to me -- with the scenarios you've presented, I feel like a stepsister situation would be fun, Terry's parent remarrying and her suddenly having this thotty younger sister she doesn't know how to deal with. Maybe they have been around each other for several years now and Five's attentions have gotten more and more Fiveesque. Implementing jealousy, size difference, strength differences, and sexy/slutty clothing all work for me, and I'd prefer no genderswap elements! Something I think would be fun would be toy implementation? Strap play, remote toys, etc. All in all down to clown with this dynamic. ]

{ooc: Would love to work toys in, especially (but not necessarily limited to) strap play and remote toys. I started in on writing a toplevel to see if anything else needed to be hashed out, but I think it turned out open enough to fill more details in as we go. Let me know if anything needs to be tweaked, though.}

Terry clutches tightly to the towel wrapped around her, marching through the house with both frustration and purpose. "Five!!!" She yells out to her sister, voice dripping with accusation.

Back when their parents had gotten married, Terry thought her stepsister was kind of cute. Five had been noticeably younger then, and a lot less to handle. Enduring her antics and teasing wasn't much for a newly-made older sister to take on. Soon, though, the age difference became less pronounced, and Five's teasing grew more outrageous. Before long, the younger sister outgrew and out-developed the comparatively petite Terry. In contrast to Terry's unchanging friendly girl-next-door vibe, Five seemed to become a particularly shameless flirt - and she simultaneously learned just how easily she could fluster and embarrass her older stepsibling.

Terry, for her part, tried not to let on all the conflicting feelings she had as Five grew into the stunning and imposing beauty she'd become. Not only would Five be even more merciless if she knew what her teasing did to her dear sister, but also some deep part of Terry's mind worried that she no longer even had the physical advantage she'd had when they were younger. Not that she was ever the type to physically bully her younger sister, but now she dared not try even when Five deserved it. So she simply tried to ignore the girl as best she could, and refused to even consider why Five seemed to focus so much attention on her in particular.

Now, though, both of their parents have gone on a long trip, leaving the two sisters alone in the house. And Five seems to have taken that as her cue to ramp up her teasing and toying with her sister to absolutely relentless levels. Which is how Terry ended up nearly streaking through the house, towel barely maintaining her modesty, because someone stole all of her clothes from her room.

Finally reaching the open door to Five's room, she glares from the doorway at a woman who, in Terry's opinion, looks rather pleased with herself.

"What did you do this time? Where are all my clothes?!"

Five's sorting through Terry's aforementioned clothing in her own bedroom. They're all piled on the floor in various states of disarray, and she sifts through them with the careless disregard she does everything else. It would be the better thing to shred most of them — they were so unflattering — but in the interest of not totally killing the mood she wanted to set, she'd left things largely unmolested. Save one thing — one of Terry's old jerseys she's decided to wear herself. When she'd been younger, this little game of hers had been cuter and less destructive: she would steal an item here and there, a hairtie or t-shirt or something else not missed and ferret it into her room to borrow, sometimes to keep. She'd never gone quite this far either, and it's something she mulls over as she begins stuffing all of the items under her bed, especially when she hears the surprised and angry yelling down the hall. When she's done, the clothing is hidden, and she brightens, hopping on her bed and affecting a disinterested pose as she scrolls through videos on her phone.

This time, it would definitely work.

For a little while, she pretends to ignore Terry, then plucks an earbud out of one ear with manicured fingers. She'd picked a virginal and lacquered pink for her polish this time, and despite her being the younger sibling, it looks out of place and too-girlish on her.

"Hmmmmm...?" She tips her head back on the bed to regard Terry upside-down, her stare lingering and appreciative before she seemingly loses interest again. "How am I supposed to know where your clothes are?"

Five's briefly lingering gaze causes Terry to nervously fidget with and clutch her towel more tightly, her face turning an even deeper shade of pink than her building frustration had already done. A normal look of admiration or even jealousy she could have handled just fine, but there was something different in how Five had started to eye her lately. Even as someone who's not particularly ashamed of her body, her forced lack of modesty at the moment makes it even more embarrassing.

Not making the situation any better, her own eyes are drawn to what Five's wearing. Specifically, how she's filling out what's still a slightly loose jersey on Terry. How tightly it hugs her chest, how the hemline hikes up a bit higher on curvier thighs belonging to longer legs...

"You're wearing my jersey!" She seethes. "And stretching it out!"

It isn't something she really wears much anymore, but that's not the point! The last thing she needs is her not-so-little little sister ruining every piece of clothing she owns!

"This little thing?" Five plucks at the hem of the jersey, which has the unfortunate effect of making it ride up a fraction more. She rolls again and sits upright in her bed, crossing her legs beneath her. Running a hand through her now tousled hair to tame it, she tugs absently at her neckline, then glances down, as if suddenly realizing.

"Oh — it is yours, isn't it? Shoot! I thought it had to belong to that guy I was dating!" Five had dated a football player, a basketball player, or a soccer player... or all three, a few months back, albeit few could keep her attention for long (and they had tried, and still tried, desperately, to gain her favor again). The lie is pretty believable, as far as Five-grade lies went. "Silly me — do you want it back?"

Either way, she's starting to tug off the jersey without warning or preamble.

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[Up for anything but 3, 4, and 9. Other than that, expect some level of dysfunction in general just from his own neuroses.]

[ everything is Rudbeckia's fault. that's what Mom always told her; the problem started with Ruby being born in the first place. her parents aren't to blame for being unable to love her, it was something wrong with her all along. she's always done her best to be someone tolerable and appealing, but every short-lived boyfriend has broken up with her for being too distant or too clingy, so clearly she can't get it right. each failure is on her own head. and Andrew is the clearest proof of that. he's a good older brother. even though he drifted away from her over the years, no doubt sick of her, burdened with the responsibility of looking after his annoying, helpless little sister – she never stopped being able to rely on him to shield her from Mom's anger, and keep her safe, and watch out for her.

Andrew is good; Ruby is the bad one. she's the one who kissed him the other night, tipsy on their parents' alcohol and upset over some stupid bullying incident that she should have been able to endure. she's the awful, twisted monster that will ruin everything if she doesn't stay away from her beloved brother.

so, since then, she's pretended that nothing happened. she hasn't spoken a word to Andrew in days, tried to avoid him entirely. she's a competent actor; she'll be pure and perfect as an empty doll and Andrew can ignore her vile existence until he moves out of their parents' house someday very soon and maybe that way Ruby can manage to preserve their relationship, the only good thing she has in her life. ]

Hey, Andrew.

[ it would have been better if their parents didn't choose now to go on a trip alone. with the two of them left in the house together, it's impossible to hide from him the way she has been. it isn't his fault that he has such a terrible sister, after all; she doesn't want to be so blatant in her avoidance that he feels like she's blaming him.

Ruby keeps her voice light and casual when she knocks on the open door of her brother's bedroom. she doesn't cross the threshold. her smile is friendly, polite, and nothing more than that. it's the way she's always presented herself around anyone but Andrew. ]

I'm going to go get us dinner, what do you feel like?

[Coming to terms with the fact that their parents were... well, not good people to put it lightly, was something that weighed on Andrew. He'd been close with them and remembered what they were like, but when Ruby was born, it was like something changed in them, Mom specifically. It wasn't instant at first, but a combination of the additional financial strain of another kid, both parents having to have full time jobs, and probably more issues that he couldn't see all of, Ruby just became a convenient scapegoat. But Andrew couldn't just sit by and watch her suffer. Of course, over the years - especially as Ruby hit puberty - his own feelings became less and less pure. He was already planning on finding the finances to get out of the house and take his sister with him, but the kiss had thrown things into flux. He wasn't sure what to make of it at first.

...Of course that all went out the window when he saw her putting on the act around him that was meant to keep Mom's wrath at bay. He'd spent the last few days making phone calls and calling in favors - and making a few threats he wasn't proud of - but he had made arrangements. He was currently looking in his closet for a suitcase as they'd both need to start packing if they were going to capitalize on the opportunity but when he heard her voice he jumped slightly, suddenly standing upright.]

R-Ruby, I didn't hear you...

[Seeing the act again his heart broke all over. He hesitated a moment before speaking up.]

Let's stay in, I'll cook. Anything you want.

[Of course his own anxieties inflicted on him from their parents thanks to having to be the 'good' one all the time made him look less than innocent but hopefully this wouldn't get too out of hand before explanations can be made... right?]

[ —ah. she shouldn't ask, right? why he was so startled, or what he was looking for before she walked in. she should just smile and play oblivious for his sake. maybe he's getting ready to leave; maybe he can't even stand to be in the house with her anymore, and he's just too kind to say so. there's a part of her that truly wants to just cling to Andrew's sleeve and beg for him not to ever leave her, promise that she'll play any role he wants.

but that's exactly why she should keep her distance. ]

Really? [ she claps her hands together and beams. ] You're the best!

[ there's nothing offensively fake about her act. it's sweet and kind and cheerful; she could easily be taken as sincere. it just isn't Ruby. not Andrew's Ruby, at least, who has always been quieter and more uncertain of herself, someone dependent on him. the one that kissed him the other night. ]

Mm, I'm not too picky... Let's just make pasta?

[Andrew saw the performance and wanted to say something then and there but hesitated. After all, this while process would likely out the skeletons in his own closet and he wasn't sure how she'd react, even if he would never harm a hair on her. Instead it was easier to just put a hand on her shoulder and guide her to the kitchen, his mind racing in how to broach the subject.]

Pasta it is then!

[He may not have been the best cook, but he'd built some skill at it over the years fending for him and Ruby, especially on nights Mom just 'forgot' to fix anything. He was quiet for a while as he stared into the pot of pasta and water as he waited for it to boil.]

...Hey Ruby... what would you say to just leaving home?

[After all, it was a big life change and he didn't want to force the issue, but a moment later a thought occurred to him and how she might misinterpret the question and quickly amends it.]

Both of us, I mean.

[ at first, her face is frozen in a tense smile and a cheerful answer is ready on the tip of her tongue, even as a chill goes through her at the words "leaving home" – but Andrew adds: Both of us, I mean. it fractures her guard just a little bit. she looks at him with genuine surprise, softer and more vulnerable, something helpless. that's not what she ever expected to hear. even before she ruined everything, she had just assumed that Andrew would take his freedom from her eventually, shrug off the burden he never asked for.

it throws her so off-balance that she can't put on that smiling mask. she sits on the kitchen counter with her legs dangling, and twists her fingers in her skirt while she searches for the appropriate response. ]

Well... I'm sure you wouldn't want to have to move out with your sister, right? [ she manages a laugh, but—the expression won't stick. she looks down at her lap instead. ] I don't think it's a bad idea. —No, I... think it's a good idea. Getting out of here. But you shouldn't have to worry about me all the time. If you want to leave, you...

[ she can't even say it. how pathetic is that? Come on, Ruby, it's not that hard. "You should go." but it's not fair, she doesn't want him to leave; she wants him to stay with her like always and promise that nothing else matters more than her. there's never been anything else she wanted in her whole life. ]

[Andrew turns the heat on the stove down so he can safely turn his attention fully to Ruby. He doesn't respond verbally at first but rather moves in front of her, lifts her chin with a finger and presses his lips to hers. Whatever doubts he'd had about all this had evaporated at this point.]

I've called in some favors, and I've got a plan. One that will ensure mom and dad don't come looking for us, and give us a good foundation for the future. Just... well... I may not be the saint mom paints me as, but I swear I'll keep you safe.

[ it's unquestioning and without hesitation, the trust she has for him; he tips her head up and Ruby shows not the slightest resistance, pliant to his touch. the stillness that follows, though, is more shock than obedience. ]

... Andrew...?

[ perhaps she doesn't have the right to be shocked by that kiss, not when she was the first one to cross the line. but it's one thing for a rotten person like her to covet her kind, caring brother; it's a different matter entirely for Andrew to return the feeling. not just a kiss, either – a plan to run away with her, a future he envisions her a part of. the look in Ruby's wide eyes is wary, more trepidation than fear, because how could she be afraid of Andrew? it's just that a beaten dog will regard any gentle hand with caution, knowing nothing other than violence.

Ruby isn't a person accustomed to hope, or happiness, or good fortune. she doesn't know what to do with such things. ]

I— A-Are you... [ —sure? is he really alright with that? with her? so many thoughts crowd her head and none of them make it to her voice. they're siblings, he shouldn't, she's a terrible burden, this is throwing his life away. in the end, the only thing she can actually say is: ] I don't understand.

[Andrew doesn't pull back, just rests his forehead against Ruby's, his hands resting on her hips.]

Yes, I'm sure. How could I not be? In a lot of ways, I'm more of a parent to you than either of our actual parents. And over the years you've grown into such a beautiful, strong, woman. I've wanted you for a while now, if I'm being honest, but considering everything, I tried to keep my distance, not wanting to burden you with the stigma of having the creepy older brother... but... I'll be honest, your boyfriends weren't breaking up with you because of anything you did, regardless of what they said. It was me. They were afraid of me.

Like... [He sighs, finally stepping back, glancing at the pot on the stove to make sure nothing was going to be a danger. His hand reached into his back pocket, fingers gripping the object there before he continues.]

Remember the neighbor we had a while back that would blast that awful music every evening? Well... turns out he was part of a... grass roots religious movement let's call it. I struck a deal with him.

[He pulls the object from his pocket, a meat cleaver, permanently stained with blood on the flat of the blade.]

I help him get... resources for their ritual, and they'd find someplace else to conduct them.

They paid me pretty well besides, and they've agreed to help us get out of here. ...but I totally understand if you'd want to not see me again once we get away from mom and dad...

[ throughout all Andrew's explanations, all the things he reveals, Ruby stays seated on the countertop like a doll on a shelf, frozen in place. it isn't until his last sentence that she jolts back to life, her voice bursting from her before Andrew's has trailed off: ]

No! [ her hands reach forward and then hover uncertainly, kept from clutching at him or jumping down off the counter by the cleaver in his hand. ] How could I ever want that?! You're the only person that's ever cared about me, of course I want to stay with you!

[ since she was a child, Ruby has had to think constantly about how to make it through life with as little harm as possible. she must be smart, but always modest and never ambitious; keep her head down, but be cheerful and warm; obedient, but not dependent; polite, not meek. in the midst of all that, was there ever room for her to feel sympathy or guilt for someone else? those emotions are a luxury afforded to others.

what little space she had left in her heart was always occupied by Andrew. even though some part of her does recoil from the picture he paints of careless murder— ]

I'm... the one that's always been afraid you'd leave me. I thought that— that it was only a matter of time until you got sick of me, so I shouldn't be a burden. If I didn't bother you, maybe you'd put up with me a little longer. But I'm— awful, and greedy, and... after I kissed you, I was sure you'd hate me.

[ despite her fearful nature, she has always been more susceptible to honey than she knows. when plied with sweetness, the only thing she can't forgive is a hand raised in violence against herself. and if she condemned Andrew for anything else, then... what would she have left in the world? ]

... You did those things for me?

[ her hand remains outstretched towards him. ]

[Andrew reaches out, his fingers interfacing with Ruby's.]

I would do anything to keep you safe, Ruby. I'm ashamed I haven't been able to get you away from Mom sooner. But I promise, from here on, nobody will ever hurt you again.

[Of course he realizes that Ruby could easily take advantage of this knowledge and wield him like a weapon at anyone who looked at her funny, but at this point? He didn't care. He'd gladly inflict pain if it meant it would relieve Ruby of a fraction of the suffering she'd had to endure. Andrew didn't matter. Only Ruby mattered now.]

All I want is for you to be happy. If that means walking barefoot through Hell, I'd do it without a second thought.

[ Andrew's words make her heartbeat race, butterflies in her stomach, stars in her eyes – things she's always been told she would feel for a stranger someday. she'd abandoned those notions of romance a long time ago, dismissing it as a fairytale not meant for her, pretty words of pure fiction. if she did ever find someone, she assumed, it would be unremarkable, but it would be enough.

and yet those feelings are real after all. it's just that her brother is the only one who can stir them. ]

... You can't, though. [ she entwines her own fingers with Andrew's, and looks him in the eye from beneath the fan of her dark lashes. ] If we're going to stay together, that means I'd have to go through Hell too. You said you'd keep me safe.

[ so, don't go anywhere. don't leave her. she doesn't need anything else. ]

Do you really want to... be with me?

[There's a pang of guilt in Amdrew's heart, both for lasting after his sister, and for what he's proposing they go through. But it has to be better than what she's going through with their mom and all the other assholes around here, right?]

I won't lie, it's not going to be a walk in the park faking our deaths... but let me worry about that. If there's one thing the paranoia mom inflicted on me is good for, it's planning. I'll handle the details.

[He pauses for a moment, his other hand moving to rest on the back of Ruby's head as he places his forehead against hers.]

Yeah. I want to be with you. You're the only person around here who has ever treated me like a person. Everyone else has aways wanted something from me. Doesn't hurt that you're also the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

I can't promise a normal life, but hopefully it'll be better than the shit we deal with here.

[ faking our deaths is new information, and perhaps something Ruby would spare some incredulity for if she weren't currently dealing with her heart beating rabbit-quick, caught between giddy disbelief and ever-present anxiety, the sense of waiting for the other shoe to drop. whenever something good happens to her, something bad always follows.

but— ]

I'll be alright. [ she means it. ] As long as you want me, anything is fine.

[ enduring is what she's best at. how hard could it be when there's someone by her side? when the inevitable "bad" happens, she's willing to accept anything, if it isn't Andrew getting angry with her, or finding her disappointing, or rejecting her, or abandoning her, or... ]

... I'll do my best so that you don't ever regret it. [ her nose brushes against his. ] I won't complain, and I won't be needy. I promise I'll be good.

[ she can't help it. she's used to begging for the smallest scraps of love. ]

[because i had to.]

[ hi, welcome to the white family, where we put the 'religious fundamentalism' in 'dysfunctional.' ]

[OTA.]

[Hard no to anything with her sisters.]

[OTA. It will of course be in an AU where she's human/something that is biological given the nature of Gems in canon.]

[If schtupping her brother is what prevents her from unmaking the reality as we know it, do you really want to be the one to tell them they can't do that?]

[Darkside!Leia, for all the sith-twin shenanigans]

[If you know, you know.]

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np! I've had some slow periods myself lately...

whoops the Depression hit. if you'd rather start something new lmk!

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