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>You are Jordan Jasper, former sidekick to superhero Ballistic Gal. It is the start of your first semester at School University. The campus is breath-taking, the sakura trees that line the path up to the college a brilliant pink, and the petals flutter in the breeze.
>You take your time walking to the school building. You left early so you have plenty of time to enjoy the beautiful scenery. A feeling of contentment settles in. You know that you're going to have a great time at School University.
>While you enjoy the walk, a sudden breeze blows up your skirt!
>"Kyaaaa!"
>You look around to see if anyone saw your panties. There's only one other student near you on the path. A handsome cat, a second-year judging by his uniform. Blushing, you notice that he is looking right toward you.
> Confront him
> Ignore him and hurry away
> Kiss him
>Blushing and holding down your skirt against future gusts, you stammer out "D-did you see anything, senpai?"
>He flashes you a charming smile, winks, and gives you a reassuring thumbs up. "I definitely didn't see your black panties, cutie!"
>Mortified, you slap his handsome, arrogant face and run off.
>What a humiliating thing to happen on your first day at School University! Hopefully, you won't see this attractive upperclassman again until he forgets this incident. But its unlikely you'll have any of the same classes, since he's a year ahead.
>You spend the time before your first class exploring the campus. Getting acquainted with the library, the gardens, and the gallery. But before long, you have to race to your first class. To your chagrin, that good-looking cat from before is sitting in your class and the only chair left is next to him!
>"Welcome to Superheroes 101," the stern professor says. "This is not a class for slackers. One out of three of you will not pass." The professor singled out the hunky upperclassman, who was trying to catch your eye instead of paying attention. "Mr. Genette, if you are serious about this class, you should be able to answer this question. What was the civilian identity of Almasi City heroine Ballistic Gal?"
>Mr. Genette clearly doesn't know the answer. He is sweating and looks worried. Of course, you know the answer. What do you do?
> Write the answer in your notes for him to see
> Say the answer yourself to curry favor with the professor
> Kiss him
>
>You have to choose one of the options.
> Write the answer in your notes for him to see
> Say the answer yourself to curry favor with the professor
> Kiss him
>CHOOSE ONE
"Hmm. You had me going for a while," Jordan said. "But shilling your own self-insert so hard gave you away... Genre Tabby."
The School University classroom setting wavered, as if through heat haze, and then faded to static. All that was left was Jordan and Mr. Genette. Who was less attractive without the hot senpai dream filter.
"Tell me Ballistic Gal's secret identity!" Genre Tabby demanded. He was a short, pudgy grey tabby, wearing a mishmash costume from various popular media.
Despite Ballistic Gal going missing in a time warp, a lot of her old enemies were convinced she was just hiding and thought that meant now was a good time to strike at her. Though even if Ballistic Gal never returned, Jordan wouldn't betray her secrets.
"So did you get big into dating sims and anime lately or did you think I was? Where did this plan come from, exactly? School University, indeed."
Genre Tabby growled in frustration and mimed flipping a big switch.
Jordan woke up. She was in her dorm room at Grimaldi University. The deer flipped on her bedside lamp and ignored the protestations from her roommate who was still up and hunched in front of her computer at this ungodly hour. Jordan looked at the wall above her bed. There was a distinct lack of something usually hanging there.
She jammed her hand between the bed and the wall and found her dream catcher. The thumbtack she'd used to hang it up had fallen out.
Jordan stabbed the thumbtack into an untouched spot on the wall and hung the dream catcher back up. That had been careless. Genre Tabby was an idiot so she was lucky that he had been the only one to broadcast into her dreams.
She'd have to borrow a hammer and nail from someone and put her first line of dream defense up in a more secure way... Tomorrow. Sleepy time now.
Lots of journalism classes in the morning...
She turned off her light and rolled over.
The roommate, Gemma, waited until she was sure Jordan was asleep. She crept over and once again pulled the thumbtack out, letting the dream catcher fall between the bed and the wall.
"Little does she suspect that I am the younger sister of Gene Genette, Genre Tabby, and have taken his technology to become his successor!" Gemma whispered to no one.
"If you're going to monologue, wait until you hear snoring," Jordan said. "If you're going to be the new Genre Tabby, you need to be more genre savvy."
"Curses!" said Gemma, still whispering.
Jordan yawned. She fetched the dream catcher and tacked it back up. Then rolled back over. "If I have any more weird dreams tonight, I'm going to smack the shit out of you when I wake up."
Gemma was not intimidated! Definitely not! But she didn't try anything else that night. She shut down the dating sim she'd been playing and hid under a pile of blankets on her bed.
---
Got this YCH without a plan because I thought Jordan would look pretty in it. And she does. What a dear deer.
The cherry blossoms somehow put me in mind of dating sims so I thought of someone using the format to try to get information out of Jordan.
But Jordan has had her mind screwed with a lot in her days as Ballistic Gal's sorta-sidekick. She recognizes amateurish efforts for what they are. And she doesn't put up with nonsense when its snooze o'clock.
Gemma sure was trying to convince Jordan her brother was a handsome cool guy. What's your game plan with that, Genre Tabby II?
I like to think that Gene, the original Genre Tabby, guy I just now invented, just sorta moved on with his life. Got a job in the Dunian equivalent of a Best Buy or something. Beats getting punched by superheroes.
---
Jordan Jasper owned by me
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kastoluza
>You take your time walking to the school building. You left early so you have plenty of time to enjoy the beautiful scenery. A feeling of contentment settles in. You know that you're going to have a great time at School University.
>While you enjoy the walk, a sudden breeze blows up your skirt!
>"Kyaaaa!"
>You look around to see if anyone saw your panties. There's only one other student near you on the path. A handsome cat, a second-year judging by his uniform. Blushing, you notice that he is looking right toward you.
> Confront him
> Ignore him and hurry away
> Kiss him
>Blushing and holding down your skirt against future gusts, you stammer out "D-did you see anything, senpai?"
>He flashes you a charming smile, winks, and gives you a reassuring thumbs up. "I definitely didn't see your black panties, cutie!"
>Mortified, you slap his handsome, arrogant face and run off.
>What a humiliating thing to happen on your first day at School University! Hopefully, you won't see this attractive upperclassman again until he forgets this incident. But its unlikely you'll have any of the same classes, since he's a year ahead.
>You spend the time before your first class exploring the campus. Getting acquainted with the library, the gardens, and the gallery. But before long, you have to race to your first class. To your chagrin, that good-looking cat from before is sitting in your class and the only chair left is next to him!
>"Welcome to Superheroes 101," the stern professor says. "This is not a class for slackers. One out of three of you will not pass." The professor singled out the hunky upperclassman, who was trying to catch your eye instead of paying attention. "Mr. Genette, if you are serious about this class, you should be able to answer this question. What was the civilian identity of Almasi City heroine Ballistic Gal?"
>Mr. Genette clearly doesn't know the answer. He is sweating and looks worried. Of course, you know the answer. What do you do?
> Write the answer in your notes for him to see
> Say the answer yourself to curry favor with the professor
> Kiss him
>
>You have to choose one of the options.
> Write the answer in your notes for him to see
> Say the answer yourself to curry favor with the professor
> Kiss him
>CHOOSE ONE
"Hmm. You had me going for a while," Jordan said. "But shilling your own self-insert so hard gave you away... Genre Tabby."
The School University classroom setting wavered, as if through heat haze, and then faded to static. All that was left was Jordan and Mr. Genette. Who was less attractive without the hot senpai dream filter.
"Tell me Ballistic Gal's secret identity!" Genre Tabby demanded. He was a short, pudgy grey tabby, wearing a mishmash costume from various popular media.
Despite Ballistic Gal going missing in a time warp, a lot of her old enemies were convinced she was just hiding and thought that meant now was a good time to strike at her. Though even if Ballistic Gal never returned, Jordan wouldn't betray her secrets.
"So did you get big into dating sims and anime lately or did you think I was? Where did this plan come from, exactly? School University, indeed."
Genre Tabby growled in frustration and mimed flipping a big switch.
Jordan woke up. She was in her dorm room at Grimaldi University. The deer flipped on her bedside lamp and ignored the protestations from her roommate who was still up and hunched in front of her computer at this ungodly hour. Jordan looked at the wall above her bed. There was a distinct lack of something usually hanging there.
She jammed her hand between the bed and the wall and found her dream catcher. The thumbtack she'd used to hang it up had fallen out.
Jordan stabbed the thumbtack into an untouched spot on the wall and hung the dream catcher back up. That had been careless. Genre Tabby was an idiot so she was lucky that he had been the only one to broadcast into her dreams.
She'd have to borrow a hammer and nail from someone and put her first line of dream defense up in a more secure way... Tomorrow. Sleepy time now.
Lots of journalism classes in the morning...
She turned off her light and rolled over.
The roommate, Gemma, waited until she was sure Jordan was asleep. She crept over and once again pulled the thumbtack out, letting the dream catcher fall between the bed and the wall.
"Little does she suspect that I am the younger sister of Gene Genette, Genre Tabby, and have taken his technology to become his successor!" Gemma whispered to no one.
"If you're going to monologue, wait until you hear snoring," Jordan said. "If you're going to be the new Genre Tabby, you need to be more genre savvy."
"Curses!" said Gemma, still whispering.
Jordan yawned. She fetched the dream catcher and tacked it back up. Then rolled back over. "If I have any more weird dreams tonight, I'm going to smack the shit out of you when I wake up."
Gemma was not intimidated! Definitely not! But she didn't try anything else that night. She shut down the dating sim she'd been playing and hid under a pile of blankets on her bed.
---
Got this YCH without a plan because I thought Jordan would look pretty in it. And she does. What a dear deer.
The cherry blossoms somehow put me in mind of dating sims so I thought of someone using the format to try to get information out of Jordan.
But Jordan has had her mind screwed with a lot in her days as Ballistic Gal's sorta-sidekick. She recognizes amateurish efforts for what they are. And she doesn't put up with nonsense when its snooze o'clock.
Gemma sure was trying to convince Jordan her brother was a handsome cool guy. What's your game plan with that, Genre Tabby II?
I like to think that Gene, the original Genre Tabby, guy I just now invented, just sorta moved on with his life. Got a job in the Dunian equivalent of a Best Buy or something. Beats getting punched by superheroes.
---
Jordan Jasper owned by me
Art by
kastoluza
Category All / All
Species Deer
Size 1614 x 2283px
File Size 3.68 MB
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