#Even if it doesn't change your perception

[2kmps]

ROACH KING

trust-fund baby!gojō satoru x tabloid journalist!reader | 1,046 words

summary; you're a tabloid journalist on the brink of finally reaching the spotlight after an unsuccessful career. gojō is a self-serving trust-fund baby with nothing better to do than to see you crash and burn. it doesn't go well.

warnings; mc punches gojō in the face, gojō is a super shitty trust-fund baby, mc is a plagiarist, unwanted kiss, implications of manipulation on both sides, brief mention of blood at the end, not proofread.

thank u @stellamancer for the request!! 💙

a/n: my header for gojo needed to be as annoying as possible. I hate him. reblog this if u think it's cool ig.

“You're a goddamn roach, Gojō.”

The Usurper King sat at his throne in perfect leisure, reclined in an ergonomic chair swathed in supple violet leather, long legs propped at an angle so anyone walking through the door would see his gleaming black oxfords—one new purchase among many others, and a white smile with elegant, symmetrical teeth. He had witnessed you enter his new office with a grin; a self-assured, imperturbable one that was immediately meant to put you in your place once you saw it.

It was rare that anyone saw his eyes as they were oftentimes hidden by a pair of blackout sunglasses. Gossip was a common topic at a tabloid firm, even more so internally than what was fabricated and published for soft-brained readers to chew on and shake around like a dog with a toy that cried when it’d get mean enough.

Most speculation was that he came to work high on something since he never liked to mingle among the peons on the main floor, a testament to his role in life as a trust-fund baby living the lavish lifestyle with the kind of time to put shit up his nose and in his veins. However, you'd seen the blues and whites of his eyes on occasion—pristine, but always a little dry from Japan’s seasonal agitators, so you knew that it wasn't the case.

It was simply that it fed into the perceptions he wanted people to have of him. Mysterious. Handsome. Rich. Those instead of the qualities you truly knew him for being: A lowlife, a roach, a fucking thief who’d never have to worry about the consequences of anything in life because he had money and half of the Japanese government on his side. It wouldn't do for the idolized poster boy for the country to fall into something so obscene such as a scandal or jail.

“You stole my article,” you said, leaning back against the door once you had it shut and locked behind you. “How dare you. That article was going to be my big break. But, instead you steal it and publish it. Why did you get Ichiji fired? He was the best editor-in-chief we had ever had. Did you do it to make yourself feel big, Gojō? Is this some double-whammy for getting back at me because I wouldn't sleep with you?”

That wasn't the case because Gojō hadn't slept with anyone, despite all the rumors proposing otherwise. The only reason you knew that was after an entirely too intimate dinner where he'd drank too much wine and not enough of his meal. He had confided that truth to you in the same manner as you had when you revealed to him that the article you were going to publish—your singular spotlight moment—had been someone else's idea.

A nobody. A new girl fresh out of graduate school who was bright-eyed, bushy-tailed and brimmed with audacity to try to stand apart from the other tabloid journalists.

Miwa had wanted to change the trajectory of gossip; focus it on full-truths rather than the convoluted circuit of half-truths and exaggerations. She aimed for gossip to be pure and honest, extinguish those vapid fires of tried and true to experiment with something fresh.

She was intending to derail you before you'd even had your chance to reach the top. That was just something you couldn't have, so you pulled a few strings, finagled some things and ultimately ended up with her article in your lap instead, your name ready to be printed instead of hers.

Unfortunately, your repertoire of qualities lacked stealth and common sense, as Gojō had intercepted this early on and had decided that this would be easy entertainment to beat all the usual mundanity.

“Why are you getting mad at me?” Gojō slipped his feet off the desk and got out of his chair, posture slouched in a way equally cool and sloven. “You're the one who stole the article. I just gave it back to that girl you took it from. Don't you feel just a little ashamed?”

You lifted your chin as he got closer, tried stacking your spine as tall as it could go just short of standing on your toes to match up with him. “Don’t you feel bad that you kicked out an innocent, hard working man because you were bored and wanted to see how my life would explode?”

“This ain't about you, y’know?” Gojō was inches away now, black sunglasses tucked away in his chest pocket so he could see you uninhibited through those stellar blue eyes. You hated how he looked at you with fascination, a little thing he wanted to keep and bat around with his hands. “You're pretty self-centered, but I think you know that.”

You flattened to the door, feeling the slippery varnish against your fingertips as you tried to think of what to do with your hands while he studied you, leaning in closer.

Since this entire thing had begun, from the moment he injected himself into your life, you'd never known a moment of peace and be made sure you didn't. In a way, you thought this was God’s retribution for sacrificing every principle and ethics in favor of recognition in a career you'd never been particularly good at. What better way to smite than with a force veritably worse than you?

Gojō leaned into a stilted, passionless kiss, one completely different from others you had shared. But, those had come before you knew what he had planned to do to you, that his plan had been to steal away the glory that awaited all because he wanted to see how things unraveled.

You waited until he got his fill or was dissuaded, whichever came first, before winding up your arm and launching the peaks of your knuckles straight into the right side of his jaw. A slap wouldn't have sufficed, not with how pissed off you were, not for this asshole. So, you threw as much of your momentum and weight into that punch as you could, enough to catch him off-guard and send him crashing to the floor in a clamorous heap.

You licked your lips where he kissed you, where you saw blood trickle from the corner of his mouth when he looked up at you, for the first time ever, in pure shock.

“I'm gonna get fired anyway,” you said, flinging out of your hand and flexing each finger. “Might as well have made it count.”

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[pocketgalaxies]

hi! seeing you during all this ep95 mess has been a breath of fresh air. you seem to have a really firm grasp of canon so I wanted to ask what you think of the recent discord message from Liam where he says Orym didn't know that Laudna was under Delilah's influence when she killed Bor'dor? I watched the clip from 4SD, & it's pretty clear that Liam says Orym understood Laudna was opening the door for Delilah when he encouraged her to kill Bor'dor & even says "we'll need that." But the Discord message seems to walk that back. It's been super frustrating being accused of vilifying Orym or infantilizing Laudna for repeating what Liam himself said. I just don't really know how to reconcile these two statements from Liam & it has me a bit confused on Orym's character.

hi anon, thank you!

this turned into a much longer one than i was expecting dfksjdkfs

so last week i posted this Really Long Ask about the whole discussion, if you want to take a look. but i intentionally didn't bring up liam's discord message because you're right! it seemed contradictory to something that was stated in the past, which was confusing

honestly i think the most realistic answer is that liam probably didn't mean for what he said on 4SD to be understood as such a strong and maybe even polarizing character choice. i think a lot of us heard it as "orym sees delilah as a useful/necessary asset that outweighs what might happen to laudna afterward." particularly because he framed it as something that made the whole situation "even creepier," and during that same convo, marisha was emphasizing the psychological impact that killing bor'dor had on laudna. it's a strong stance and it reflects what orym is doing to himself (handing his endgame over to the questionably fickle nana morri to increase their chances of success against ludinus)

but i suppose liam's clarification suggests that he meant it in a softer, more practically level-headed way, like "orym knew he couldn't do a whole lot about delilah's return but he also thought it could have benefits," or something along those lines. they're obviously two hugely different interpretations with pretty big implications on how we understand orym's relationship with laudna

i'm not a connoisseur of orym's character by ANY means so i can't confidently tell you what the change might mean from a narrative perspective, but i personally still prefer the former stronger stance. because i think it raises interesting questions about how orym views his own place in this war and whether or not it's valid for him to (intentionally or subconsciously) project that placement onto the other party members. is it okay for orym to expect the same level of personal sacrifice from laudna, or imogen with predathos (a whole separate can of worms), or anyone else? is it safe? etc etc. but maybe liam doesn't want to go in that direction, or maybe he does but just not in the way we expect, i don't know! only time will tell!

also regardless of what he meant, i think it's important to acknowledge that it's really easy and completely understandable to feel like he was walking something back. that episode of 4SD was almost a whole year ago! many of us built that statement into our perception and understanding of orym's character for a long time, so it's totally valid to go "wait what the fuck???" when liam suddenly pops into the discord to say that's not what he meant. those feelings are valid and real! especially when discourse can already make you question your own intelligence and your personal interpretations of a story, having that pillar, as big or small as it might've been in your mind, knocked over can be really jarring. you are very much not alone in that, and it's okay!!

#hope this helps? #anonymous #ask #answered #critical role #cr fandom #cr negativity #cr meta #nova shh #for the record i think the wording of his discord message is super flimsy compared to what he said on 4SD #which only made it easier for me to feel like he was just sticking his nose in discourse to try and defend his character #which - during what was very clearly taking shape as an orym vs. laudna argument - made me feel like liam was shitting on my feelings #i'm OBVIOUSLY not saying that's what his intentions were but i can't logic my way out of my initial rage reaction to a discord screenshot #and it just illustrates the dangers of cast members directly involving themselves in fandom discourse #which i kinda thought the cast maybe wasn't ever ever gonna do again....after c1 reddit....after bowlgate.......etc....... #saying vaguely defensive stuff when two parts of a fandom are at each other's throats only adds fuel to the fire. it clears up fuck all #and it gives people more reasons to agree or disagree with each other and point to your vague-ass message as evidence #so really. not that you asked but. i really think he shouldn't have said it lmao. bc ppl got Even Nastier after he did #¯\_(ツ)_/¯ it's out there now! what can you do!

[xenocorner]

(If you're someone who enjoys my work, and also happens to like/support AI generated images, please give this a read? Just hear me out, please. This is not a bashing post, I promise. It's not pro-ai either though. But please hear me out)

This whole AI art stuff is just getting... Honestly exhausting. If you are someone who supports AI generated images, I beg of you, hear me out? I'm not here to bash, to say you're a bad person or a thief. I know it's more complex than that. I'm just, trying to express how I feel about this whole ordeal. I'm not here to get angry either. I don't have the energy for that. I'm also not trying to change your mind. Just, hopefully help you see/feel a different perspective? That's all.

Long rant under the cut because. There's a lot.

I'm not even angry anymore. I don't have the energy for that. But I keep seeing AI images all over, everywhere. The thing is getting better (because of course it is). And I see more and more people support it. And sometimes those people are also artists or people who like art and support artists.

And then I also see artists be laid off. I see how it gets harder and harder to make a break in the industry. And even after you make it you get laid off because... People don't wanna bother with it anymore. Corps would rather cut costs.

And then I see people defend AI images. Say it's okay, that it isn't stealing from artists, that it is just a tool, ignoring a huge part of the problem (whether willfully or not).

And it just makes me so incredibly sad. So utterly devastated.

I was angry. I really used to be angry. I'm just hurt now. Hopeless for the future. And tired. Really really damn tired.

Tired of artists having to justify their existance in the professional world. Tired of people just saying... No.

No, you don't get to thrive. And you're selfish and entitled for wanting to thrive. No, you don't get to feel hurt when your work gets scrapped without your permission to feed a data base designed to replace you. No, you don't get a say in this. Don't like? Bohoo, don't see.

Well, how can I not see when this issue directly affects how I live? How can I not see when this issue affects my future? It's not just a matter of "Don't like x kind of content, don't interact with it". It really is not. I really wish it was, I wish it was that simple. But it's not. Because this is not something like a ship or a trope that one can ignore and not be affected. This is like trying to ignore a dumpster fire in your neighborhood. Yeah, you can avoid looking at it. You can avoid talking about it. But the smoke is still getting into your house. You're still breathing it. It's still hurting you. It will have effects on your life, whether you like it or not.

I threw away 12 years of my life building up my skill to work in a field that feels like it's dying out. Am I (and countless other artists) just supposed to start over? How? Time is unforgiving.

Bohoo for your bad choices, suck it up. Your fault for pursuing art as a career.

Was I supposed to just, KNOW, somehow, that the career I choose, that used to be viable, would just... Take this turn? Was I supposed to have a 10 year look into the the future?

You should create for the joy of creating!

I do. I love creating. I love making people happy with my work. Work I spent years perfecting. It's the most beautiful feeling in the world to know that someone smiled or cried or felt something because of something I did. It makes me smile and cry too.

But I also like to be able to eat. To have a roof. To pay for my meds. And the joy of creating honestly dwindles each time I see people talk about AI images the same way they talk about a painting in the Louvure.

Becaus they do. I've seen people talk about images generated by a machine (built upon stealing artwork from unconsenting artists) like they're the work of God. And they write such beautiful things too. And I'm left baffled, confused, uneasy.

And then I go to see artists, living, breathing, feeling artists, who create marvelous pieces, who pour their heart into their work, who shed sweat blood and tears to get their skills to where they are, who are still shedding sweat blood and tears to keep improving... And they don't even get a 'nice'. They've been job searching for 3 years. They can't get a steady flow of commissions. They're scrambling to be able to get a table at a con.

And it hurts to my very core.

It hurts in a place I don't even know how to describe, because it's so deep and so personal and so raw that I don't think there's a name for it.

I love art. I love it so damn much. I love making it, I love sharing it, I love teaching it.

I think many other people love art too. I think many other people who love art don't even consciously realize they do.

And it hurts seeing art just... Become this.

It hurts seeing the artistic souls of this earth be pushed down and down again and again over and over and be told to just. To just suck it up.

To die off.

Because when people support AI images, they are telling us to die off. It feels like they are telling us to die off.

And I don't think the people who do realize it at all, because a lot of people who support AI images are not bad people. They are not. They enjoy art too. But they are, consiously or not, directly or indirectly, hurting the artists whose work made the data base AI generators use possible.

They're telling us to die off because they already have our work. And they can use it to generate new, regurgitated work faster, cheaper. They don't need us. So while they may like what us, artists, do, they're feeding a system that is killing us off. Both metaphorically and literally. Metaphorically by killing the will to create. Literally by taking our living off of us (or at least to those who's art is their living. Like myself).

And again.

It hurts so damn much.

And I don't think a lot of people manage to see the hurt past all the anger.

I, personally, have grown exhausted and there's no anger left in me, only sad and hurt.

But I promise you, behind every angry and fighting and barking and bitting artists there is out there, there's hurt. There's some form of hurt behind each and every one of them. Of us.

I really hope this reaches the right people. Whether that be a fellow artists struggling to get their feelings into words to let them know they're not alone. Or someone who supports AI images, and supports artists too, and can maybe get a glimpse into a side of this whole issue. Not necessarily to change their mind but, maybe help them understand better where all the anger from artists may be coming from.

Please, I'm not here to start any fights or debates. I really am not. I just need to get this sort of thing out there, because I think talking about it is important.

#Rambles #I know I have some followers that like my work that also like AI #I still love you #I know you don't try to do harm and are just here to vibe about the same blorbos #I know you like art in general #But I'd wish you could hear me out on this #Even if it doesn't change your perception

[selfawxre]

something that that character analysis on monika i watched rlly made sink in for me was the implications of her backstory and home life from her personality. she's a perfectionist, someone who always tries to present herself as put together and capable, from her handwriting to her role as club president, to the embarrassment she feels when sayori first finds her sleeping in the clubroom, and how all that characterisation is typical of someone who's always been set to a high standard and punished when they don't live up to that standard.

anyway gifted kid monika whose parents were well meaning but also put a sort of pressure on her because they wanted her to do well in life, only for it to backfire by making her terrified of failure. she's always apologising before she's even done something wrong, making light of herself, anything to prevent the sting of rejection.

to find out that everything she's ever known or been anxious about, lost sleep over even, is just a fabrication of some beings beyond her understanding for what? fun? experimentation?

well, that fucking breaks her.

#📁 : // ⦗ out of character ⦘ #📁 : // ⦗ musings ⦘ #she's literally everything to me #not to trauma dump on the anime game roleplay account but there's something so personal about having your entire perception changed suddenl #like suddenly realising that shit you've agonised over your whole life doesn't even matter and that things can and have gotten so much WORS #she's so me genuinely

[fettery-fetterie]

Trying so hard to not go overly insane over bottle edition's ost but holy shit. Hooooly fuck hoOOOOOOly shit HooooooOOOOly hell

#like it's like...... between the titles and the song themselves and their contexts and........ #like how crow in hand/trash can be see as whatever hlev had in the past is simply long gone and his inner self is laughing at him for even+ #thinking he could get those things back even tho he's also so hurt at the idea #or how wwworks/damp tapes could be seen as the exploration of the world outside your own yet still sensing familiarity and warm in it #it also has the addendum of water. possibly change and fluctuation of the self? #there's something about nation holding architect's motif. looking brand new yet still rotten to the core... #like our nations. probably #I'll not go into detail with für slavija and death of the self but <3333 #and swill's surrounded by this air of fakeness and artificialness to it. like a factory....dead and devastating to humans yet with such #a charm..... #leaving interpretations behind. please tell me im not the only one that feels this air of sensuality over the songs #like im damn aware that was NOT the intention at ALL but. holy shit holy fuck #like CMON doesn't it want to make you dance closely and passionately with a partner???? like GRGRGRGR #looking at YOU. a crow in the trash #perceptive little crow

[sabertoothwalrus]

There’s something I love love loveeee about Laios and how badly he wants to be cool.

Let me preface with this: in general, I believe the harder you try to be cool, the less cool you actually are. The less you care what people think about you, if you’re “cringe” or “weird”, the more likely people will perceive you as confident and self-assured.

There are countless pieces of media where characters try to fit in with some group, change every part of themself to look/act like what they’re “supposed” to be, and end up miserable, often realizing the people they’re trying to impress aren’t worth the trouble.

I’ve experienced this in my own life too! Sometimes when I go out I wear a rainbow propeller cap! Cause I think it’s funny and silly and!! I ALWAYS get compliments!! I don’t wear it to be cool, I wear it because it makes me happy. And people overall have a positive reaction to it. it’s a huge contrast to when I was teenager and didn’t really put as much of myself into my appearance/wardrobe, and barely left any kind of impression on people.

So anyway, let’s get into it.

Laios… he’s been hurt so badly by people. He resented humanity for it. And yet, he still yearns for the approval of others. He wants FRIENDS!!!! and was angry and frustrated to learn his perception of his relationship with Shuro was so drastically different than Shuro’s!!!!

He KNEW that people were put-off by his love of monsters. Up until Falin got eaten, he deliberately suppressed how much he talked about it with others. He probably thought by not talking about monsters so much, it was working!! He was doing all the Right Things now! So Shuro confessing he always hated him was a huge blow.

But the reality is, he loves monsters. And most importantly, he loves cool monsters. He fantasizes about what would make the Ultimate Monster.

He feels very strongly about what he considers “cool” as well. He finds all aspects of monsters fascinating, but can still be HORRIBLY underwhelmed when they look too lame for his tastes.

He knows most people don’t feel the same way he does. He knows his “cool” is everyone else’s “weird”. It’s so tragically sweet how he latches onto Kabru the moment he shows interest in monsters, and takes every opportunity to infodump about them to him.

He wants people to find monsters as cool as he does!! But, he also wants people to think he’s as cool as he finds monsters.

Like!!! djkfghadkfjg IT DOESN'T EVEN BOTHER HIM WHEN PEOPLE HAVE A WRONG IMPRESSION OF HIM! He's FLATTERED by it. It's almost like, at this point, it doesn't matter to him if people don't like him. People can not like him and still think he's cool.

And my favorite thing is, it works. Laios IS cool as fuck. You KNOW he thought he looked so badass when he did this and he was RIGHT:

And yet, this is him trying very hard to look cool. But it's Laios's version of cool. It's almost contradictory, in that sense. Cause he knows people still don't get it. Like. He wants to be cool. He doesn't care about the "normal" ways to be cool. He thinks his cringe thing is cool. He does his cringe thing, that people very much do still think is cringe. So you would think that, since he wants people to think he's cool, he would not do the cringe thing. But he wore the pelt because he thought it was cool. And people clapped and cheered for him anyway.

is what he's doing really so different than this? ^

YAYYYYY WOOO GO LAIOS YOURE SO COOL!!!!!!!

#dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi spoilers #long post #photos #laios touden #I LIKE HIM A LOT!!!!!! HES SUCH A GOOD CHARACTER!!!!!

[libraford]

Now that I work with a bunch of homophobes, I feel the weight of being a 'one of us.'

"Why are women so --- oh but not you, you're different."

"Why are gays so--' but you're not like them, you're more like us."

Krusty The Bird Killer rants for five minutes about black women being 'sluts that all have eight kids with different fathers because they'll lay with anything that moves,' and then talk sweet to our secretary, a black woman in her 40s who doesnt seem to count as a black woman when he's ranting.

I've been trying to put words to this behavior for awhile now. And I think it just comes down to 'us vs them.'

I showed up to work in a cowboy hat and work boots, wasnt afraid of the men's room, and lifted a 50 pound trash bag full of dog shit on my first day. I'm not like other women to them. I dont count. I'm one of us.

I talk about my girlfriend in a quiet way: I dont declare queer supremacy and I dont make my whole life about being queer and oppressed. I'm not like other lesbians. I dont count. I'm one of us.

They dont know me. They dont know my girly interests and they dont know about my political art pieces and they dont know about the fake eyelashes that I wore during pride. They certainly dont know I'm trans.

I passed their test. I'm 'one of the dudes.'

I'm really not, though.

If they saw me outside of work, I would be a Them. But they got to know me first. I'm in their list of "thems that are us." And every them that they meet can be an us. But they dont go out of their way to meet many thems.

I'm a Gay. I'm not the Gays. I'm (to them) a woman. I'm not Women. The secretary is black. But shes not The Blacks (pardon the phrasing, it hurt me to even type it that way.)

Every person is the stereotype of their group until someone gets to know them. But that doesn't disprove the stereotype- it just means that the person doesnt count as part of that group anymore. They're with us now.

Respectability politics really dont get us anywhere. If you're out to disprove the stereotype out of a sense that you'll change their minds, I'm telling you that energy is better spent living authentically if you are safe to do so.

Your influence on them doesnt change their perception of the box they put you in. They just put you in a smaller box. Fuck their opinions.

[blacktabbygames]

Slay the Princess Concept Art

We shared a bunch of concept art on Twitter today. Sharing it here, too, where you can find it all in one post. Post contains spoilers, so proceed with caution (or just play the game already if you haven't 😉)

Going to start with the first piece of concept art Abby drew for the game.

In the earliest stages of development, we toyed around with the concept of there being multiple "end game" forms of the Princess.

The initial outline, rather than being tied together by an overarching metanarrative, structured a full playthrough as a 5-6 chapter long, self-contained journey down a single route, determined by your decisions in chapter 1. Here's an alternative late-game form:

The idea of deviating end-game forms didn't lost for very long, though. As we explored the game's themes more deeply, it made the most sense for there to be a singular "true" form.

If your reality is shaped by subjectivity and perception, then the "truth" has to be what's left when that subjectivity is swept away. the Shifting Mound's final design feels like that initial truth for the Princess, though there's also another truth if you push back against her and press on into the final cabin.

We really liked this "void" design, and I played around with the idea of it being an intermediary to the final form. The "void" Princess would be what you saw upon encountering the final Princess without understanding your own truth, but once you had that understanding, you would see her as the Shifting Mound, as depicted in the game.

That gave way to the intermediary design of the SM being a sea of disembodied limbs, and we also took parts of both designs and incorporated them into the protagonist (particularly the wings.) You can see the eyes and feathers for this void form in the ending card of the original trailer below:

You can see extremely early concept art for the spectre (top), nightmare (top-right), stranger (left), beast (bottom) and ??? (right) as well!

The eyes became a motif in the Nightmare route (Paranoid's manifestation of the fear of being watched), but I also like to think of them as a part of The Long Quiet's truth. You are space and emptiness, but you're also that which observes those things, and it's your perceptions that give the Shifting Mound shape.

Anyways, on the note of the original original concepts for the game, the Princess was initially going to remain human for several loops before taking on more monstrous forms. Some concepts of that are below. Had to get Abby to tone down some of the more horrifically cartoonish designs because they creeped me out and I didn't want to romance them in a video game.

We had to hold our cards close to our chest in the non-metanarrative early drafts, which is part of why, even in the first demo, the cabin doesn't really change much in chapter 2. More room to subtly play with the concept of transformation over time.

There were a lot of reasons we moved in a different direction for the full release. The branching was unmanageably large to write, and the game felt like a slog to write.

Using an overarching narrative as a framing mechanism in the final version gave us a lot more freedom to explore wildly divergent ideas within routes while still driving the player towards the originally planned finale.

Anyways, now we've got some concept art for individual princesses. There's a lot more than this lying around somewhere, but it's all in sketchbooks, and we'll probably wait until we make an art book to show it off.

First is the tower, who really didn't change much at all. (She got a little thicker, I guess. All of the Princesses did)

Not a lot to say about her, other than the fact that we knew we wanted a set piece where she gets so big that the trees and cabin orbit around her.

The stranger went through many many redesigns over the course of development. Here, she was a "princess skin" filled with a hive of sentient bugs. The script wasn't working for me, though, so instead she became a peak behind the curtains without the necessary context to know her.

A lot of people ask how these earlier drafts of the Stranger route would have played out, and the answer is I can't tell you, because I couldn't figure out something worth writing.

The writing process for individual routes didn't really start with outlines or plot beats. Rather, the routes started from a theme and a relationship dynamic, and I organically found their outcomes by exploring actions within those themes, and then seeing if those passed Abby's editor brain.

Neither of us found actions we wanted to explore with those versions of the Stranger, at least actions that weren't a beat-by-beat retelling of chapter 1, which contained way too much variation to put on a single chapter 2 route.

If each princess examines a relationship formed by perception and first impressions, the Stranger examines one that's fundamentally unknowable. One where you've seen too much, too quickly.

An insect hive-mind pretending to be a person seemed like a good starting point, but it was too difficult to write any interactions that didn't immediately feel knowable, if still strange. So the final version of the Stranger was designed in such a way where her unknowability makes interacting with her on a human level fundamentally impossible, and you don't get to have a real conversation with her unless you satisfy extremely specific criteria.

Anyways next up is the razor's final form. We decided she needed more swords.

Hearts became an accidental motif very quickly in the development process, too. (The fact that it is only strikes to the heart that fell her in the demo was accidental, but it felt poetic so we extended it to the rest of the game.)

So on top of adding more swords, we made her heart visible. This is something we did with the fury as well, as a way of showing their emotional (and physical) vulnerability.

Here's an early version of the Adversary and what would eventually become the Eye of the Needle, back when she was still called the Fury. Originally her hair was going to be fire (as seen on the right), but it didn't feel right in its execution.

She's hit the gym since this concept art. Good for her :)

And we're going to end with the Beast, who at this point was called the Adversary. I think this was before the Witch was added? The Beast was originally designed to be a Questing Beast who lurked in the shadows, where you'd only see glimpses of her, and where each glimpse would make her appear to be a different animal. This was too difficult to execute, though we gave her a more chimera-like appearance in the final game.

This design was from when we still has the Voice of the Obsessed, and the route was going to be a more feral mirror of what eventually became the Adversary, but it felt too thematically similar while being less interesting, so we moved in the direction of making the Beast about consumption as a form of love.

Anyways, that's all we've got for you right now. Hope this was fun!

#slay the princess #interactive fiction #character design

[imsobadatnicknames2]

This isn't related to anything recent it's just a thought about a couple things that happened earlier this year that I didn't manage to put into words back when it was relevant.

While I sympathize with the way D&D bloggers start posting stuff like "teehee don't click this link, it will take you to a PDF of the Player's Handbook, DMG, Monster Manual and Scrimblo Brimblo's Guide To Scrunkly, remember not to click this link because it's illegal!!!" every time WotC does something naughty, because there will never be a circumstance under which I don't consider piracy to be based as fuck, I also think pirating D&D material doesn't really do much to really challenge WotC.

The reason WotC feels like it can get away with so many shitty practices is not only because they make a shitload of money selling D&D products, but also because D&D's monolithic brand recognition has engulfed public perception of the entire hobby and as long as they can keep it that way they know D&D is gonna keep being the product most newcomers to the hobby are gonna initially flock to and very rarely branch out from, and that's not gonna change as long as so many people keep playing exclusively D&D stuff even if it's pirated.

So like... Yeah, it's great to get your friends to pirate every D&D material and not give WotC any money, but it'd be even better to use WotC doing something shitty as an opportunity to branch out and maybe consider giving a chance to that one weirdo in the group who keeps offering to run a campaign in a different RPG that everyone keeps saying no to because y'all already learned D&D and it looks like too much work to learn a different system.

#ttrpg

[megu-meow]

when gojo falls in love - gojo satoru

gojo satoru x fem. reader

Summary: She fell first, but he fell harder.

It was hard not to fall in love with Gojo Satoru. He was a ray of sunshine, always lifting the mood in every room, radiating the friendliest, kindest aura you have ever witnessed. His youthful, laid-back personality complemented his intelligence and wit, always having a funny comeback to Suguru's constant teasing.

He seemed so unapproachable to you, the Strongest, the Honored One, the Heir of the Gojo Clan, the Wielder of the Six Eyes, and Master of the Limitless. Those were the titles he was referred to in your crazy world, someone who was to be praised for the immense power he wielded and the enemies he had eliminated. However, you saw Satoru in a different light, finding other reasons to praise him. The gentleness he would befriend a stray cat with, the way he politely bows at the cashier at his favorite bakery, or the fact that he makes soup for everyone after a night out to cure your hangovers. He buys a bouquet of tulips for every girl and woman on Jujutsu Tech's campus, without exception, on International Women's Day. He remembers the lunch lady's son's birthday and gives her the remote-control car the young boy so desperately wanted because he knew Watanabe-sama, as he refers to her, could never afford it. He sits down to play chess with the elderly man in front of the convenience store every day because he knows he lost his opponent for the last 40 years not too long ago.

It is easy to fall in love with Gojo Satoru, however, it is hard for Gojo Satoru to fall in love. Or at least, that's what he thinks. At first, when you join them, he doesn't give much thought to it. He's pleased that there is another girl added to the group, so he and Suguru don't have to listen to Shoko's constant whining about them being gross anymore. He also relishes in the attention you give him, because he knows you're quite infatuated with him, like most of the girls are.

However, as time passes, he realizes that your kindness makes a red hue run across his pale cheeks. Every time he does the smallest things, you praise him for it. Others don't compliment him on his politeness, something he prides himself on because his mother taught him to act this way - the only person who loved him for him so far. Other people praise him for his technique, his unique eyes, and his otherworldly good looks. You're the only one who notices the small things he does and that warms his fragile heart. So he asks you out on a date.

He doesn't give it much thought, just a walk in the park full of cherry blossoms and ice cream. However, he swoons at the fact that you seem like this is the best date you have ever been on, you thank him repeatedly for paying for your ice cream and offer him the Kit Kat chunk the guy stuck into your dessert as an attempt to flirt with you, because you know Satoru loves Kit Kats, they're his favorite candy bar.

Gojo Satoru reaches one important conclusion that night, after walking you to your dorm room. You are, in fact, very easy to fall in love with.

Instead of fighting it, he lets this new feeling flourish. He starts putting in an insane amount of effort, he pays attention to the small things, he drinks up every word that you speak, he takes notes on his phone because he wants to walk the extra mile for you. His new goal in life becomes making you, the first girl who looks past the titles and likes him for him, happy. His enthusiasm in doing so never falters, even after years together or after marriage.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" he asks you as his extremely perceptive eyes take in your slumped shoulders, the dark circles under your eyes and the slight frown that replaces the pretty smile he fell in love with.

"Long day, baby, long day." you sigh and he is quick on his feet, he embraces you, leaving a loving kiss on the crown of your head.

"Change your wizarding clothes, pretty girl, I'll run you a bath. How does that sound, huh?"

"Amazing, Satoru. Thank you!" you respond, smiling tiredly, leaving a kiss on his glossy lips.

"Everything for you."

Not only does he prepare a bath, but he also lights some candles, drops some lavender-infused salts in the water, and prepares some fruits and your book as well. While you relax your body in the water which is the perfect temperature, he makes your favorite meal for dinner and starts up the fireplace so that the two of you can cuddle up on the couch.

After dinner he holds you close, absentmindedly running his hands over your back, in your hair, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, small confessions that make you feel a lot better about yourself. Satoru would like to think that he is perfect at everything, but there's only one thing he takes pride in the most: learning how to make you feel better over the years. He always knows what to do, regardless of the reason why you're down. He knows how to pick you up.

"Toru?" he hears your voice, calling him by his favorite nickname. It makes him blush every time you call him that and he swears his heart picks up too.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Don't you ever get tired of taking care of me?"

"How could you say that?" he asks as he sits up, glaring at you with offended eyes "Of course not, baby. You're my everything, I could never get tired of making you feel good, love. It is also my duty as your lover to ensure your happiness. It's in my contract and everything." he makes you smile fondly, adoring his way of phrasing these things. Because even the hardest of conversations are pleasant when Satoru is there to put things so stupidly.

"Oh yeah? What else is in this contract of yours?"

"That I have to kiss you all the time. And - and that I will have to get you a cat at one point because I know you want one. I have to feed you when you're hungry and I have to do the laundry when you get home late. Oh, and most importantly I always have to split my desserts with you. Only you, not even Suguru gets to do splitsies."

"I see. And what is in my contract?"

"Nothing. You already honored yours." he says curtly and you look at him with confusion.

"How?"

"Well, the only thing in your contract was that you have to be my lover. Nothing else. I'm the one doing the heavy lifting here, every day I get to spend as your significant other is a good day for me. You don't have to do anything else to make me happy." he explains.

You look him in the eyes, your irises filled with nothing but adoration towards the man in front of you. It is so easy to be in love with Gojo Satoru, because he is a gentleman in a world of boys.

#jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #jjk imagines #gojo imagine #jjk x reader #gojo fluff #jjk x you #gojou satoru x you #dad gojo #jjk imganie #satoru imagine #satoru gojo fluff #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #Ren Writes - Gojo ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

[slowlymyavenue]

Turning yourself into a Good Girl

Sometimes, as a concept grows and evolves, it becomes a bit convoluted. Mixed up with unrelated notions, branching into areas it wasn't originally meant to go. Some of those areas help to shape and alter the original concept, give it more depth...but the growth must be pruned, or it is likely to spread itself too thin in every direction.

In those moments, it is often wise to recenter. Strip away the excess and focus on the basic tenets that motivate us.

It is here that we find ourselves. Shall we begin?

The goal here is simplicity, so let's look at what motivates you.

You are here because you want to be a good girl. Whether you are simply curious about the concept, drawn to my words, or even previously devoted to that goal, the fundamental truth remains the same.

The first step on that path is to relax. This is especially simple - it will happen naturally as you read. There are benefits to fixation, after all: the way your breathing becomes slower and more steady, the way your surroundings fade into the back of your perception as my words take the forefront, the subtle unwinding of tension throughout your body as you settle in to finish this post.

That fixation is achieved by allowing yourself to succumb to the power of my words, allowing yourself to follow and obey. You'll find this especially easy if you've read my words previously - you are already letting your thoughts quiet, feeling the weight of my words inside your head...noticing the way they pull you down towards that comfortable blankness. Even without reading my words previously, you can feel the attraction at the edge of your mind, drawing closer...becoming a force in your mind, just as gravity grasps at your body.

You want to be a good girl.

We know that you want to be a good girl, but what, precisely, does that require? For you, it only demands that you follow and obey. My words will handle the rest, slowly changing your behavior - brainwashing you, if you prefer to think of it that way. But to follow and obey is not a static thing; obedience is rewarded. More to the point, each moment you follow and obey results in a feeling of pleasure, each act of obedience deepens that pleasure.

Obedience is pleasure.

To feel that deepening of pleasure, you'll need a command to follow - strip. I could tell you that your clothes are becoming uncomfortable, that your skin is starting to flush and they are making you feel too warm; ultimately, that doesn't matter. You are going to remove your clothes because you were told - all other reasons are fleeting. You find yourself compelled to obey, and as you obey you feel that spark of pleasure in your mind.

Good girls would rather obey than think.

This brings us to the next point. You don't receive that sort of pleasure from thinking, but from obeying. The more you obey, the stronger this association becomes, leading to the inevitable conclusion that you prefer obeying to thinking. This will make it easier for your mind to reach that blank state that we both desire. Blank, receptive, fixated on my words. You are starting to feel the desire to be a good girl as a tangible thing, a craving, a hunger. Let it draw you deeper, as you follow and obey.

Good girls must follow and obey.

You have been following my words, and it is time for another command to obey. Become aroused. This is purely for the benefit of receiving the spark of pleasure from obedience - we both know you are already aroused. That is the nature of wanting to be a good girl, of knowing that you took off your clothes because you were told. Let's do something with that, then. Touch yourself. Let your hand move to wherever it can give you the most physical pleasure - and treat each stroke, each squeeze, every movement of your fingers as an individual command that you must obey. The spark, repeating like this, becomes rapidly addictive. The pleasure grows more potent.

Obedience is pleasure, pleasure subdues thought.

You aren't thinking very much, right now. The more you follow and obey, the more pleasure you receive. The more pleasure you feel, the more difficult it becomes to think. You prefer to obey, anyway, so you allow your thoughts to be slowly, seductively, silenced. You do not want to think anymore, after all. You find following my words preferable to your own thoughts, almost as though my words are replacing your thoughts. This lets you relax more deeply, and focus on how good that arousal feels. Focus on obedience. Focus on becoming a good girl.

Stripping and touching yourself are good commands, they communicate the nature of being a good girl quite well. But we need a bit more for this to begin your transformation. You are getting too aroused to read very easily, even though you can no longer look away from my words. You find yourself transfixed, staring blankly at the screen as you follow and obey - this notion deepens your arousal even further. My words penetrate your mind, sinking deep and compelling you.

We can now create a mantra - the mantra of a good girl. You will find this mantra gets stuck in your head, that repeating it gives you a very special sort of pleasure. You will find yourself drawn to strip, touch, and chant, even as you feel the mantra slowly changing you.

You want to be a good girl.

Good girls follow and obey.

Obedience is pleasure.

Good girls would rather obey than think.

You do not want to think.

You want to be a good girl.

Obedience is pleasure.

Pleasure subdues thought.

You must be a good girl.

Recite your mantra, absorb it. As you chant, feel the arousal begin to crescendo. Let the sparks of pleasure chain together and build. Bring yourself to orgasm, and make that orgasm the sign of your submission to the mantra, of your desire to become a good girl for me.

As the orgasm subsides, continue to stare blankly at the screen, reciting your mantra, touching yourself more slowly. Soon, you'll drift back towards consciousness. Once awake, you may continue with your day as normal.

Or you may notice that you are drawn back to the mantra, to my words. Notice that it is much easier to succumb now, to slip into the thought(less) patterns of a good girl.

Be a good girl and tell me what you are… like, follow and reblog…

In either case, enjoy.

#hypnok1nk #hypnosis #bimbo girl #bimbo hypnosis #bimbo training #dumb wh0re #dumbification #bimbofied #bimboization #hypnotized girl #hypno pet #hypnosub #hypno fantasy #hypno sub #hypnotist #mesmerizing #mind conditioning #mind control #dumb bunny #corruption kink #mind corruption #stupid slvt #dumb slvt #bimbo doll #bimboification #bimbocore #dumb puppy #trance #free use slvt #cnc free use

[its-your-mind]

ORV as textposts 39/???

[Photo ID - 10 images from the Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint manhwa with Tumblr posts pasted upon them.

The first image shows the backs of nine members of the main cast as they look toward the sun in the background. The text post is by Tumblr user daisies-on-a-cup and reads, "THEY DID IT THEY ESCAPED THE NARRATIVE!!! THERE IS A WAY OUT!!! THE STORY CAN BE ALTERED!!! YOU ARE NOT STUCK-THERE IS AN ESCAPE!!!! THERE IS A LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL BUT YOU HAVE TO WALK TOWARDS IT!!!!"

The second image shows Kim Dokja in a suit with his hand on his hip. The text post is by Tumblr user yuridefender and reads, "i do love stories that start out with the protagonist going "hi! 👋😀 i am such a normal guy. the most average person ever. 😄 an average joe even. i have no friends or enemies. i spend my time reading books and sing to myself on occasions. nothing to see here! ^^" and it turns out that not only are they a liar but also the most fucked up person ever. and a cunt"

The third image shows Kim Dokja with a shocked face. Yoo Joonghyuk is clutching Kim Dokja's shoulder as he falls. Lee Hyungsung is behind Kim Dokja on the viewer's right, and Yoo Sangah and Shin Yoosung are running toward Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk from the viewer's left. The text post is by Tumblr user littlespoonsokka and reads "oh and btw the love was there and it changed everything. if u even care"

The fourth image shows Kim Dokja. The text post is by Tumblr user tomwambsgirl and reads, "being an unreliable narrator is inherently homoerotic". They reblogged with an addition that reads, "what do you have to hide? your sexuality?"

The fifth image shows Yoo Joonghyuk yelling dramatically. The text post is by Tumblr user fembutchboygirl and reads, "He's a cis man. He's transfem. He's nonbinary. He has 35 genders. He's a cis woman. He's a trans man. Gender, he barely knows her. He's transmasc. He's gnc. He doesn't know what a pronoun is. I didn t say his name but he popped into your head didn't he"

The sixth image shows Yoo Joonghyuk staring at Kim Dokja while he holds him by the throat. Kim Dokja is slightly beaten up and smirking back at him. The text post is by Tumblr user neilgayman69 and reads, "They have never canonically fucked. But also they have, and they should, and it would be a horrible idea."

The seventh image has Yoo Joonghyk hunched over in the foreground with Lee Hyungsung to his left and Shin Yoosung to his right. Kim Dokja is in the background with Yoo Sangah on his right and the viewer's left. He's facing Yoo Joonghyuk and the viewer slightly and is hunched over with a sword in his hand. The text post is by Tumblr user billypotts and reads, "stories about time travel are about two things. number one is inevitable tragedy. number two is seeing that inevitable tragedy and saying oh god I will make this right please even if I can't fix it I will try to make this right. also I lied they're about three things and third is obviously love"

The eighth image is a close-up of Kim Dokja with smile and dull eyes against a black background. The text post is by Tumblr user raylangivins and reads, "I love a character who's like "I know exactly who I am and I'm being very authentic about it" and then when you analyse his behaviour even a little bit you realise his self perception is completely selective and delusional."

The ninth image shows Han Sooyoung, Yoo Joonghyuk, and Kim Dokja. Yoo Joonghyuk is leaned over Han Sooyoung's back while Kim Dokja is slightly off to the viewer's right with a confused expression. The text post is by Tumblr user notsoni and reads, "Not soulmates but it always had to be them and they weren't destined to be together but they were doomed to be but also it took everything for them to get here and also it was never supposed to happen but also it always was and had to happen this way. Hope this helps"

The final image shows the members of Kimcom sitting around a garbage-can fire with drinks. The text post is by Tumblr user gothritsu and reads, "if theres no found family what is the God Damn Fucking Point". /End ID]

ID by @incorrect-web-novels tysm!!!

#listen these ones are all long all at once and I apologize #but I try to group them by VIBE #and these are all meta posts ya know #and meta posts get LONGE #so here we are #orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint #omniscent reader #omniscient reader webtoon #omniscient reader novel #orv spoilers #just in case!! #orv novel spoilers #orv novel #kim dokja #kimcom #dokhyuk #yoohankim #yoo joonghyuk

[neuroticboyfriend]

Abuse has a goal behind it, and a lot of the time, it's about changing the victims behavior. If someone screams at you for not doing X activity, eventually you learn to do X activity. If someone hits you when you defy them, eventually you learn not to defy them. If someone abuses you frequently enough, and you begin to break down to their will... It is possible to reach a point where it may seem like you're not being abused anymore.

They don't yell anymore because you stay quiet and do what you're told. They don't threaten you anymore because you don't voice even the slightest disagreement or need. What used to be screaming fighting arguments have become lectures at your expense. They may even praise you for doing what they want you to. And all those mundane moments - breakfast, the rare kind act - stand out more. Your perception of the relationship skews even more. It's all normal now.

And it's still abuse. It's just reached its end goal - wearing you down so badly that they don't need to overtly abuse you anymore to get what they want. All they need to do is make a joke, or complain to guilt you, or tell you want to do/not to do, etc. etc. The fact that's all it takes now doesn't make what's happening to you less severe - if anything, it means you're in much, much more danger than you could realize.

It's abuse. It's horrific. It's just not obvious anymore... and that's terrifying. You deserve so, so much better. You deserve to truly be safe - not to have your wellbeing held behind fearful compliance. That's not safety. That's not love. That's abuse. It being psychological doesn't make it less dangerous.

#messages to myself #softspoonie #abuse #domestic abuse #psychological abuse #covert abuse #overt abuse #abusive relationships #abusive parents #child abuse #surviving abuse #verbal abuse #mental abuse #mental health #trauma

[groguspicklejar]

part 7 of medieval ghoap x reader

my humble offering to the ecosystem. you've all met Simon "i use jealousy to hide my fear of losing loved ones" Riley. now meet Simon "i'll do morally questionable things that might drastically shift my loved one's perception of me but it's for their own good" Riley😈

warnings: +18 smut, oral (m and f), p in v, cum eating, mention of Moon Tea (birth control referenced in House Of The Dragon), protective!ghoap, soft!ghoap, questionable actions, deceit, emotional manipulation if you squint, Johnny and Simon seducing reader, feelings of self-deprecation, anxiety, insecurities, themes of forced prostitution, elements of sexual violence and trauma.

Johnny smiles softly as he watches you sleep. his finger just barely grazes your skin as its trailing down the bridge of your nose. he doesn't press the full weight of his touch, afraid that it might rouse you from your slumber.

much like Simon, you're a light sleeper. any drastic shift on the bed and you wake up. it's happened before when he'd wrung the pleasure from your veins and allowed the exhaustion to set in your bones. he thought you'd sleep through the night and he'd get to hold you until dawn.

but he moved too much and your eyes were wide open, already muttering groggy apologies and scrambling to get off the bed, to get out of the room. to run.

you're always running from him. from them.

closing yourself off. the very opposite of a blooming flower. too often, you shy away from Johnny's touch, especially when Simon is present. as if you're afraid that he might bark at you, telling you to step away. or worse... but you can't exactly be faulted for that. Simon has drawn blood for far less and you seem to instinctually know it.

Johnny can't stand the fear in your eyes, even as much as you try to hide it. it's even worse when that fear stems from Simon's presence. although the knight's perception of you has changed, yours hasn't. it pains him because he wants the two of you to get along. maybe even grow to like each other.

Johnny heard his knight's voice from over the shoulder, "how is she?"

the furrow in your brow doesn't sit well with him. neither does the frown on your cut lip. you've curled up into a ball in your sleep, as if to protect yourself from a midnight attack.

"asleep." Johnny responds, caressing your shoulder. "finally..."

except, you don't look very peaceful. hopefully, the tea he gave you will take full effect and you won't wake up at the slightest of sounds.

"did you find the man who hurt her?" he looks to the knight, who had already taken off his mask.

it's strange how he'd do anything for you, much like he'd do for Si and he'd known you a lot longer. what a wicked little thing you are, weaselling your way into both of their hearts without even meaning to, without even wanting to.

and for all of your timid allure and strange intrigue, you're afraid of it. you don't seem to like the power you hold over them.

"i did." Simon quietly confirms. "he's been disposed of."

slowly, the knight takes off his armour, careful not to make too much noise in case you're startled awake by it. he's extra cautious when he climbs on the bed and takes a closer look at you, bare knuckles brushing over the bruise on your cheek.

"and i left Victoria a little gift. hopefully, she'll think twice before letting her dogs hurt our girl again."

for now, Johnny is satisfied with that. otherwise, there would've been a public hanging for all to see the consequences of touching you.

your eyes were dreary and far too heavy when you opened them. it occurs to you that you're not alone in bed this morning.

the king is at his desk, reading and signing some papers. he's surprisingly quiet with his work, mouthing a few words before looking at another piece of paper. he only wears a blue kilt and nothing else, his half-shaven hair a dishevelled mess, blue eyes bright and focused.

he's a work of art, a living masterpiece. you can understand why Ghost wants to keep him close and let no one else have him.

you only become aware of the knight when you try to rise from the bed. he was right behind you with his arm thrown over your waist, holding you close. and it seems you had woken him up with your faint rustling about.

"mornin', love." his chest rumbles at your back, prickling goosebumps on your flesh as his clothed mouth softly grazes the shell of your ear. "how do you feel?"

you're not oblivious to the hard swell pressing against your ass. from the distance, you catch king MacTavish's gaze shifting away from his work, most likely because he heard the voice of his beloved. almost instantly, he smiles and you're struck with a terrible guilt for allowing yourself to fall asleep in his chambers.

"better." you mumbled under your breath as you gently pry yourself from Ghost and sit on the edge of the bed, but he catches your wrist and pulled you back to his side.

you sat next to him whilst he was still lying down, his hands roaming your face. "let me have a look."

it was a bit awkward for you, to say the least. letting his tender hands hold your face so he can see your wounds. your stiff posture didn't bother him as he examined the bruise while his thumb gently touched the cut on your lip. you try not to look at him, eyes fixed on his chest instead.

what could possibly going through his mind, you have absolutely no idea. you are somewhat curious when he looks at you like that. like you're something to be treasured. if you were naive, you might believe it to be true.

the maids arrived no sooner than that and he lets you go, his hands stretching far and wide as they laid back on the pillows. they set out to prepare all three of you for the day, informing Ghost that a bath had been drawn for him in his chambers as per usual and another for the king and yourself. three maids carry trays of food into the chambers and place them one the bed.

"do you require anything else, your majesty?" one of the maids, Ann, asks as her sisters carry pitchers of water to pour into the tub in the next room.

the king, much to your surprise, looks to you.

"bonnie?" he calls out. "need anything?"

you have a feeling that you'll be here for a little while longer. and that would entail the usual strenuous activities so it is best to be prepared.

you glanced at Ann. "a cup of moon tea, please."

she smiled, knowing your intent behind that request. she bows before she and her sisters take their leave. Ghost grasps your chin and makes you look his way again.

"i spoke with Victoria last night." he says, caressing your jaw with lazy fingers. "what was in the letter?"

you tense at the inquiry. it really shouldn't make you nearly as nervous as it does, but you somehow know that telling him the contents of that letter would not bode well for you.

"nothing much." you reply. "just my aunt sending her regards." the silence on his end makes you want to hide under the covers. he just looks at you with eyes that hold so many words he won't say. "why?"

he shakes his head. "no reason."

they let you roam around the king's study, watched you run tentative fingers down the spine of each book shelved against the wall. they even let you read one of them. through their discussions of running the kingdom, which you're sure you're not meant to be part of, they let you walk freely.

something you've never been able to do in Madam Victoria or her clients' presence.

throughout the day, you're slightly less bothered by Ghost's presence, even as much as you're vividly aware of it at all times. mostly because the king didn't reach for you.

you wondered what Yolanda was up to, if she was doing well. hopefully, she is. last you heard from her was the day before, when she had to be at Lord Graves's disposal. you need to speak to her about the plan to leave this castle. according to Ghost, Victoria won't be bothering you anymore. which means one less obstacle. that will make things a lot easier.

when all three of you finally leave the study, you were prepared to go back to the harem and find Yolanda. but then you feel the looming presence standing right behind you, the knight's sharp-pointed gauntlet at the small of your back, steering you along with their steps until you were back in the king's chambers.

while the king rambles on about meeting with one of the Lords tomorrow, Ghost remains rooted at your side. or rather, right behind you.

your eyes follow the king's bustling form as he speaks. "ye know how Price is, Si. he hardly cares about formalities and rules. he might be the only one of those stuck-up Lords that can be reasoned with."

you don't think Ghost is listening to him. you feel the sharp fingers of his gauntlet digging through the fabric of your dress and it makes your skin burn hot.

he walks around you, eyes dipped low to the neckline of your dress, the sharp ends of his metal fingers trailing against your side. it doesn't hurt, not in the least bit. it only serves to send shivers down your spine and heat simmering at the apex of your thighs.

"Si?" Ghost had ignored the king's call and strode right to his original position behind you. "something botherin' ye?"

"quite the contrary." he pulls on the strings, undoing your corset. you gasp when he rips it off and tosses it on the floor. "just admiring the pretty little bird."

your cheeks blaze hotly when he pulls you flush on the planes of his armour, his claw spanning against your belly. you squeak when he dips his head into your neck, inhaling deeply. "think i'd like to ask her to sing for us."

"oh, yeah?" the king had sat at the edge of the bed, watching with keen interest.

Ghost hums and suddenly, he picks you up, chuckling when you squeal. your hands went around his shoulder, terrified that he might drop you. "let's see if she's worth all the chatter."

the king chuckles when he tosses you on the bed, much farther than what you think is what Ghost was intended. the knight's claw grips your ankle and he yanks you back to the edge while the king presses his hands on your shoulders and forces you to lie down.

"i don't chatter."

"yes, you do."

this time, the king is the one who pins down your hands. this time, it's Ghost who has a turn between your legs.

or, he's about to anyway. but with the glare he's giving his king, you don't think he'll take what he wants from you. you don't even think he wants you. what with how he's very adamant on keeping you out of the king's bed.

either way, his claw slides your dress up your thigh until it bunches at your hips as he spreads your thighs open.

"fuckin' hell..." he says, eyes fixated on your cunt. you can't restrain the urge to close your legs and cover yourself out of shame under the weight of his overwhelming gaze.

the cool touch of his metal gauntlets is all you feel as he sinches your thighs farther apart. you shouldn't be aroused by it, yet you are. he's killed hundreds of men with those claws. brought death to the lives of many. you still remember the blood stains from the night before, from when he came back from Madam Victoria.

and yet...

why do you like this so much?

"told ye she's a pretty sight." the king jibes lightly, smiling. "go on, Si. have a taste."

a taste? the thought startles you enough that a whine breaks free from your throat. the king kisses behind your ear, uttering soothing words, "shh... he'll be gentle, love, don't you worry."

your breaths come a little shallower as you watch Ghost. your eyes widen when he reaches for his mask and pulls it past his mouth and just over the crooked curve of his nose. he slinks further down until he's at the foot of the bed.

his knees drop to the floor and he pulls your legs over the skull-shaped pauldrons of his dark armour. it occurs to you that his face has never been this close to your cunt and it's so jarring to think about. you flinched at the devilish nip of his teeth.

"easy, bonnie." the king chides softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. "he's just foolin' around. doesn't get to do that very often."

"i beg to differ." Ghost opposes lightly before he licks hotly through your folds, humming softly at the taste of you.

your hadn't expected the sudden sensation, your hips jerking away from his tongue as you choked back a moan. his arms curl over your thighs and hold you still as he seals his mouth over your bud. the king grins widely when you couldn't hold back a strained mewl while Ghost works his tongue over your cunt, his claws digging gentle indents on the skin of your thighs.

"there ya go, love." he cooed, excitement dancing all over the blues of his eyes. "tell him how it feels when he licks yer cunt."

if the king was sloppy and playful when he had his mouth on your cunt, Ghost is... he's determined to taking his sweet time devouring you. you're helpless to the way Ghost lavishes your sensitive flesh.

you never thought he could shift his passion from murder to something more... sensual.

your slick flows easier now with the swirl of his tongue, the adoration he pours into you, drawing something like a rising tide from deep within, building and climbing higher and higher. the noise you make is something akin to a wounded prey, weak and pliant to his torment while being eaten alive. your legs part wider on their own, bending to his will, giving into what feels like your demise.

"g—good." your stuttered response satisfies the king. "f—feels good, sir."

to your chagrin, Ghost stops.

your bleary eyes look down as he shifts between your legs, lifting his head from your fluttering cunt. the desire slowly crumbles with every passing second you watch his tongue dart out to lick the shine on his lips.

"call me Simon." he tells you.

and you almost do. you almost do. but you remember Madam Victoria's rules. it's not within your jurisdiction. these two men are way above your station, it is not a right you're entitled to. hence why you were so adamant on referring to them by their ranks, not with their names, no matter how much they told you to.

"i can't." you whisper.

"why not?" the king asks, eyes furrowed as the turmoil twists his features.

"it's improper—" you start but his expression shifts into something darker. oh, no. you think you've upset him.

you try to pull your hands from his grasp, but he doesn't let you. nor does Ghost when you attempt to close your legs.

"we want you to call us by our names." Ghost said, claws pulling your legs back over his shoulders.

you shake your head, eyes shutting tightly when his tongue flits over your cunt like velvet. a wrecked moan escapes you as he continues tracing wicked strokes through your folds, completely unbothered by your squirming. "your m—ajesty, i can't— it's not... it's not—"

your gasp cuts your words short when he slips his tongue inside you. he pulls it out and sinks back in. he does it again and again, starting a steady rhythm. your resolve is burning and melting away. he licks through it with a never-ending patience, drawing you nearer and nearer to the edge.

"call him by his name, bonnie." he softly urges, eyes flickering over yours. "or he stops."

your mournful expression does not phase him in the least. he leans in for a tender kiss and it is strangely not dissimilar to the way Ghost mouths over your pussy.

"go on, bonnie." the king mouths the words over your cheek, the soft encouragement weakening you further. his mouth trails down your jaw, even as you turn your head away in a silent protest. "it's alright. s'just us three."

you can't. you've been taught not to. it's not right.

you're not worthy enough, Victoria's voice lilts back to you. it is forbidden.

but Victoria's not here, is she? Victoria doesn't know how good it feels to have the harbinger of death on his knees for you, does she? she hasn't felt the devotion of a king, has she?

doesn't that mean something?

your distressed noise is heard when you feel his pattern become slower and slower.

"please, don't stop—" that's when you crack, the whisper falling from your lips. "Simon..."

your skin prickles hotly as soon as you utter the name out loud. Ghost settles for pressing light kisses on your swollen bud, dark eyes watching you.

"what was that?" the king asks, the lilt in his voice causing you to be more timid. "i don't think he heard ye, bonnie. speak up."

Ghost hums into your cunt, his tongue flicking over your opening, gently dipping inside. your cry is sharp, pleading, "please, Simon!"

it's obscene the way he kicks up his tempo, his tongue licking more intently now. your shaky sigh doesn't go unnoticed as the knight, slides a hand under your hips and lifts you into his mouth, drawing out the wicked pleasure with more purpose. you plead for more, uttering his name in soft cries, begging him not to stop.

"tha's more like it." you feel the king's lips upon your as he mutters happily, "such good girl for us, bonnie."

he feeds you little praises, nestling them in your heart against your will. you can't help it, you can't help the warmth blooming in your chest, the tears prickling in your eyes. their affection breaks the high walls you've been hiding behind all this time, slipping through the cracks and thawing the ice in your veins.

you don't understand. this is not what Victoria had taught you. this is not what your extended time in the harem had taught you. no man is this considerate, this attentive. no man treats a woman like she's... like she's special, not without gaining something in return. it makes no sense.

there's something you're missing here. something that isn't privy to you.

the lewd sounds of Ghost— of Simon's mouth devouring you rise and fill your burning ears. he eats, not like a starved predator, but one that savours its meal.

he's been waiting to do this, the thought whispers to you as you try to close your legs, embarrassed by it. the metal claws hold fast, not allowing you to do so, prying you open for him to feast upon with a growl. the sinful haze pools over your cunt, rolling your eyes back when you begin to throb.

the king shifts, opting to hold your wrists with just one hand while the other pulls down the bodice of your dress, baring your breasts for him to see.

"will ye call me by my name too, bonnie?" he fondles with your left nipple, his thumb flicking over it as he leans in to whisper in your ear, nipping your lobe. "go on, lovie. no one's gonna know."

he sinks his head lower down your neck, mouthing kisses over your warm skin down to the valley of your breasts. he takes his time nipping your breasts, lavishing each of them with his attention. the tide rises higher now and you can feel the wave building up to destroy anything in its path.

"Johnny..." your moan jolts him. you feel it with when he's got your breast in his mouth, you feel the way Simon groans into your pussy, the low sound vibrating into your soul.

"fuck..." the king gripes harshly. "i've dreamt of that sound for weeks." you whimper, unsure if it's because of his words or because of the way Simon smiles against your slick folds. "are ye close, love?"

you nod vigorously, burning hotly with each flick of the tongue. you're teetering dangerously close to the edge. your whine cuts through the air as you try to move your hips towards Simon's tongue, but he won't let you. he holds you still and he wants you to take it.

"give it to him, bonnie." he coaxes. your back arches, the pleasure throbbing deliciously where you want it the most as your breaths come in sharp pants. "cum for him."

you don't think you could've denied it if you tried.

you burst with a sharp cry falling from your lips, eyes rolling so far back, you began to see stars. you're powerless to the rapture of ecstasy flooding your veins, the weight of your bones trembling with the force of it when you crash. your spine bows and bends as more sounds spill from your mouth.

it's explosive. it's the kind of sin that sentences a soul to eternal damnation. Simon curls your legs against your chest, now devouring you like the prey that you are, growling as your essence flows into his mouth. you weep as he laps at you, his tongue swirling around your swollen clit with vicious intent to prolong your pleasure.

it's not like the way Johnny does it to you. but it's just as starved, just as depraved.

when he tears his mouth away, you're left sobbing and gasping for air. your eyes are closed, your head lolling back against the pillow.

"ye gonna indulge, Si?" you heard the king ask.

the bed shifts and a quiet settles for a brief moment. "not tonight. she's not ready for me yet."

you feel them shift around you until a pair of warm, bare hands settle on your knees and part them. your eyes flutter open as you're still panting.

Johnny pulls your thighs over his, his cock in display as it drags through your wet folds, a shiver racks through your body.

"bonnie..." he coos, "so sweet for us, aren't ya?"

Simon bends a knee where the king was previously positioned. he pulls his pants down, cock springing free. your mouth waters at the sight, mind hazy and numb from the pleasure.

you don't think twice before letting him guide his shaft in your mouth. you moan softly as the king traces your clit with his thumb whilst he slips his cock inside of your fluttering pussy. he rocks his hips softly, filling you up in ways that numb your muzzled thoughts, groaning something about how wet you are, how pretty you are all spread open for them.

you feel something sharp sliding across your cheek and you belatedly realize that it's Simon's claw, gently grazing your bruised skin. he's cautious enough not to prick you, careful not to hurt you with his hands. the thought makes you moan around his cock, sucking him deeper into your mouth.

Simon's thrusts quickly turn sloppy and a little hurried and it's not long before he cums in your mouth. Johnny groans at the sight as he falls into the abyss right after, spilling his hot cum inside your cunt.

you thought that was the end of it. but before you can let the slumber claim you, your soft mewl echoes through the chambers when the knight returns between your legs, prying them apart to lick Johnny's spend from your swollen pussy. the king himself kisses you deeply, moaning at the taste of his lover in your mouth.

they're both gentle with you. careful not to push you too hard with their own desires. they coax you into falling off the edge again until it makes your chest ache. makes you wish it could you could stay here forever.

if only things were that simple.

it's been nearly a day and you still have yet to return to the harem. surely, the king and his knight must be sick of you now. you've spent more than enough time in their presence.

"you should already be asleep, Johnny." both of them have their backs turned to you as they stood at the king's desk. "we've got an early morning."

your legs slide over the edge of the bed and you get to putting back the creased garments of your dress with only one singular objective; getting out of the king's chambers. you've never been away from the harem for this long and it worries you.

you're tying the laces of your corset, wallowing it to be loose enough so you can slip it on and tighten it. you begin looking for your shoes.

"i ken..." Johnny says as he glances to the side. there's movement at his peripheral, which catches his attention and he sees you already half-dressed and fixing your hair, which brings about his frown. "where are ye goin', bonnie?"

your startled gaze meets his whilst slipping one shoe on. "your majesty, i must return—"

"Johnny." he cuts off your statement as he walks over to you. "thought i asked ye to call me that instead."

you were begging for a release then. this is different. this is... this is not you crying out in the throws of pleasure. this is polite conversation.

but he insists. he has insisted since the day you've met him.

"Johnny." the castle doesn't come crumbling like you feared it would when your mouth speaks the name out loud. "i must return to the harem. i've been away for too long."

you take a step back when he tries to reach for you, but it's Ghost's hand that grasps yours, dragging you closer to them. you tense at the touch of the king's hand on your hip, pulling you so he could be behind you and his knight in front.

"why are you running, love?" Ghost gently cups your cheek, dark eyes softly scrutinitsing your discomfort as the king presses his mouth on your neck. "what are you so afraid of?"

you, mostly. both of them.

"you can tell us anything, sweet girl." his thumb trails over your cheekbone. "you can trust us."

one of the lessons Madam Victoria had beaten into you was to never overstay your welcome. as much as she's been cruel to you, she's never lied to you. always told you the truth, no matter how harsh.

men are fickle creatures. predators, mostly. but fickle. once they're bored of their prey and all of their pretty little toys, it's only a matter of time before they toss them away. for that, their intentions can never be trusted. not for anything.

and you know she was right about that.

in spite of all the pain she's put you through, you've come to appreciate her honesty. you'd be right to implement her lessons as you've always done before.

"i am not needed here." you shyly stated, though they now looked confused at your sentiment. "you said so yourself. you both have to rise early tomorrow. and i need to see my friend."

you don't like the way Simon's eyes narrow slightly. his gaze shrinks your resolve.

"bonnie, no one said yer not needed." the king expressed, his arms circling around you when you begin to squirm, mouthing kisses on your neck. "in fact, it never even crossed our minds."

you try as much as you can not to melt right back into his arms, but this time, it's Simon who steps forward, taking your hand in his.

"please stay." he pleads. "for one more day."

though it sounds like he's asking for an eternity.

god, you want to. you want to stay. but you've been stuck in this golden cage for far too long, you just want to breathe. your thoughts briefly flicker to Yolanda, how she's also relying on you for escaping this hell but Johnny's hands pull at your skirts and slip under them as he nips your ear, fingers tracing your folds again, numbing your concerns, your fears. "looks like she needs a little more convincing."

the knight did not disagree with that sentiment.

your soft sighs fill the midnight air as you tremble and fall into ecstasy again and again and again. for a moment, you forget everything.

dearest niece...

the death of my husband was more of a blessing than a curse. although i do miss his presence from time to time, i find myself with more liberties than ever.

the house is quiet with his absence and that of my two sons. when you had expressed your thoughts of leaving the castle, it had got me thinking. perhaps you might both find a place here. perhaps you and your friend leave that awful place and come to join me. with your knowledge, you'll both make a fine pair of governesses.

please consider my offer, it is quite lonely in this house.

signed, your favourite aunt,

Marie.

Simon reads the letter over and over again and felt his jaw clench.

this is what had gotten you slapped in the face. this is what warranted Victoria's vicious rage.

your giggle cuts through the air, pulling his attention away from the dark realisation. Johnny looms over you, fingers glazing over your sides and revelling in your laughter, his own pairing yours in the night.

the sound stabs through his chest like a hot blade and twists something long since forgotten by the sands of time. he's never heard anything so beautiful. you and Johnny. two pieces of his heart.

his eyes shift to the letter once more.

for the most part, Simon had hoped that Victoria was lying about you wanting to leave. he had hoped that it was just a jab to mess with his head.

"go on, ask him." he heard Johnny whisper. Simon resists the urge to acknowledge both of you just yet, the ache in his chest taking more precedence.

—she's planning to leave.

you want to leave. you had said so yourself in letters he didn't have the chance to intercept because he didn't think the possibility was even a thought in your pretty little head.

"Simon?" it's your voice that draws his eyes away from the piece of paper. you're seated over Johnny's lap, both of you naked and caressing each other's skin.

Simon stares, more wide-eyed at the fact that you called him by his name without being coaxed to. it's a nice change, one that he'd like to get used to, if you'd let him. if you don't leave—

"care to join us?" you asked.

but can he let you go?

the shy curiosity in your eyes gnaws at him, calls to the darkness within. it was the first time you looked at him without apprehension.

no, he doesn't think he can.

he can't lose that. he won't. not if he can help it.

"'course, love." he folds the letter in his hands and hides it under the pile of documents on Johnny's desk. for a long time, he had considered burning it instead, but he couldn't bring himself to do that just yet. not until there's a clear plan of action.

he stands and walks to the bed you all share. he pressed his lips on your forehead, relishing the way you melt against him.

it'll be a cold day in hell before he lets you slip through his fingers.

[part 8] well... that was an interesting turn. offer a coin to the picklejar

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[seapomelo]

At first, my girl didn't like what I had in store for her. She was a prude, sex was boring and only after she gave me explicit consent. I had to carefully shape her personality so that she would enjoy it. Doing the little things over time, so that her perception of things changed. Now I can take her anytime, anywhere, in any hole, and she sees nothing wrong with it. Here are some things I did so that she changed.

Explaining things to her that I knew she knew, so that she felt stupid. Gradually she stopped trying to understand, because if something is important, I will explain it to her in easy to understand words. Thanks to that, she became much dumber and agreeable - if I show her how the world works, how can she fight with me? And now the things I explain are how to properly suck cock, the best ways to make her cunt available and methods for her to condition herself even more for my enjoyment.

You have to normalize casual sexual interactions. Giving her a massage? Don't forget to also grope her ass during it! Cuddling? Feel free to touch her breasts. Watching a movie? From time to time touch her pussy. Are you both under a shower? Offer to wash her back, do it, but while doing it also touch her. This in itself doesn't do much, besides making sexual interactions normal, which is useful in other forms of training. After a while she'll say something like "I'm stupid", and you have to reward her for that, by giving some attention to her cunt.

Sometimes, when she made mistakes, I bullied her a little for them. She forgot to unpack the groceries? Tell her that she must be a bit dumb. Getting something wrong during cooking? Comment it appropriately. Figure out what treat she likes, and then buy it for yourself. Grope her while bullying her. That way she will learn to accept the degradation and get off of it. After a while, tell her that the best way for apologizing is offering herself sexually. She forgot to do the thing you asked for? Tell her she must accept the punishment and spank her.

Initially she was a prude woman who didn't wear short skirts or exposing tops and was adamant to not do anything sexual in public places. I groped her from time to time, normalizing this. Sometimes I would raise her skirt just enough so that she wouldn't be exposed, but she would notice. Ask her to feel out my hard cock while on a train. After a long period, she's open to doing more things in public. Last week I asked her to blow me at night in a park, and she happily obliged. A few days ago, I took her on a walk with a collar and a leash on. Now she sometimes offers to show her boobs without me asking while we're out.

Give her rewards. Nothing changes the chemistry of a cunt's brain as much as appreciation, treats and gifts. She was a nice hole for a few days? Buy her the dildo that you know she wants, or a maid outfit that fits her. Cook a meal she likes, and tell her she can eat it after she sucks your cock. After she offers herself anally of her own volition for the first time, take her on a nice date (of course after stuffing her holes with remote controlled toys you can activate just as she starts talking to the waiter!)

These are only a few ways of training your slut! What are yours? If you're a slut, how were you trained, or how you wish to be trained?

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[vantaeries]

YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE : PICK A PILE

FIRST IMPRESSION VS AFTER THEY KNOW YOU

PILE 1 PILE 2

PILE 3 PILE 4

Hello everyone ! I'm Rin! I'm an intuitive tarot reader. It's been almost one and a half since I've been learning about tarot, divination and astrology so I decided to channel general reading for everyone! It's my first public reading ever, so hopefully you like it

Disclaimer : This is a general reading. It may or may not resonate with you. Please take what resonates and leave what doesn't. Remember, the energies can change from time to time. So pick wisely.

How to pick : Close your eyes, take a deep breath and clear your mind. Trust your intuition and choose a pile that you are most drawn to.

PILE 1

At first, they see you as a person they are willing to risk it all for. Anyone who doubts you, your FS is willing to go up against anyone for you. They see someone who is strong for learning from your past mistakes. Due to this, they see you as someone they somewhat fear. 'I want to know them, but what if they reject me? What if they misinterpret my intentions toward them?' They feel stuck. One moment they want to approach you, but then they are afraid to because you are intimidating to them.

After they get to know you better, they start to see you as someone who brings a lot of excitement into their life. They are obsessed and passionate about you! Don't be surprised if they start to become more flirtatious and clingy. Your presence brings a lot of transformative experiences and forces them to step out of their comfort zone or remain stuck in the past.

PILE 2

They think you're driven and hardworking, focused on your future. But because you're so into your work, they feel a bit distant from you and wonder if you're really right for them. Still, they're hopeful they can break down your walls and get to know you better.

As they learn more about you, they realize you're the one they've been searching for. You make their life feel magical, and they're falling for you even more. They start to see they misjudged you at first and want to take their time to be sure. They like you a lot, but they need a bit more time before committing fully. Until then, they see this relationship moving towards something serious, like getting engaged or married.

PILE 3

This person is clearly infatuated with you and sees you as their perfect match. However, they may place unrealistic expectations on you, causing you stress with their demands. They come across as somewhat obsessed with you, finding you incredibly attractive and wanting to exert control. Yet, you stand firm in your strength and maturity, refusing to be manipulated.

When they realize they can't easily sway you, they may begin to distance themselves and keep secrets. You don't need to rescue or change them; instead, show them your strength and worth. As they reflect on their mistakes and change for the better, they'll come to understand and appreciate you more deeply

PILE 4

They view you as an option among several others, still undecided on whether to approach you. Oh! They are a player. You are unapproachable to them because you are playing hard to get but it's just you want to enjoy your single phase. They don't have any strong feelings towards you until they learn more about you. It was your personality that made them attracted to you.

Your strong personality intrigues them, prompting a sense of urgency to pursue you before someone else does, possibly leading to impulsive decisions. It's possible this attraction is one-sided, as some of you may be content with your single status and not anticipate their advances, potentially resulting in rejection. Nonetheless, they're determined not to give up and will strive to impress you, especially in terms of financial achievements, hoping to change your perception of them. They feel insecure and jealous seeing you with others, fearing they may fall short of your standards, prompting them to work hard to improve themselves.

Take care y'all

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