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wri0thesley · 6 months

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yet again thinking about wriothesley but i'm thinking about old perv wriothesley duke of the fortress of meropide administrator in charge of your prison sentence and your punishments and all of the humiliating things he makes you do that no other inmates are subjected to. it's nice of him, you suppose, to have you as his personal assistant so you don't need to do heavy labour (he'd chuckled, quirked an eyebrow; 'and ruin those pretty hands?' he'd said. 'have you out there for anyone to take advantage of in a dark corner? and hurt yourself? no, sweetheart. you're better off here. it's a much better job for someone as . . . green as you are.')

but you don't know how you feel about the uniform you have to wear. he furrows his brow when you voice a quiet, squeaky complaint, and you're too scared to do it again so you wear the short tight skirt that emphasises the curve of your hip and the little pouch of your tummy, the blouse that's just too small to button over your chest without popping a few off, the stockings that dig into the pudge of your thighs, fiddle with the garters--

and you don't wear underwear, because three times a day wriothesley comes over to your desk and makes you climb onto your desk and spread your thighs for him for an 'inspection'. just to make sure you're taking care of yourself. just to make sure you're not letting anyone between your legs, to make sure that you're just as pretty as he remembers. thumbs spreading the lips of your labia wide, breath hot against your sensitive folds, mouth murmuring so close to your clit you can barely stand it, fingers prodding against your entrance with chuckles about how tight you are and how cute it is when you get wet for him like this and tremble and whine and sniffle--

yep. wriothesley pats your cunt as he stands up, the chains and rings sending a shock through your over-sensitive exposed folds. just a routine inspection, sweetheart, he tells you as he adjusts his trousers. no funny business. just doing his duty. just making sure you're being good.

#nat.txt #dub con for ts #non con for ts #abuse of power for ts #not sfw text #genshin impact posting #chubby reader posting #dark content for ts

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lunar-years · 7 months

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Truly I think the only reason fifth vault track title was announced differently is because she didn’t want to record herself saying “Slut!” She’s so funny.

#though to be fair she knew tik tok would abuse their power with that one #Taylor swift #ts #1989 tv

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randomnameless · 4 months

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I don't think Douses is really church bad. Or at least it's not religion bad. The church gets reformed but its fine after that.

Are you talking about FE16, Nopes or in general anon?

I wouldn't say it's BaD "BaD "as if it was a game written by someone who is member or r/atheism -

Sure, Pat also Pat'd things here and there (remember that NPC whose entire family was destroyed at the whims of a noble, in the jp version she says something like even the Church couldn't do a thing, but in the Pat version, she says something like the Church "especially" didn't do a thing...) -

But the game itself, for all of the red herring nonsense it throws at the CoS/KoS, sometimes doesn't commit, and we end up with Seteth's solo ending where he reforms the Church and adopts a more tolerant stance :

Doing away with his old strictness, he adopted a tolerant stance toward all. His encouragement of believers to respect those of other faiths helped the people of Fódlan to find common ground with others

But we know the CoS already encouraged believers to respect people who have other faiths (this is legit one of the first things Seteth says in FEH, and in Nopes, Rhea reminds Catherine - someone who's not religious at all - of this fact).

Save for Mark the Nopes NPC, religion BaD from the Fodlan games comes in two forms : the script shitting on the CoS despite the games showing otherwise, and no one calls out the script or the words they're told to be nonsense (save for Mark and, iirc, another NPC in AG? The one who says he thought the CoS was a steaming piece of garbage, but when he interacted with them, he reconsidered?) + the fact the CoS itself, or its members, cannot even counter those accusations or nonsense because they don't have any screentime - special mention to Nopes!Seteth who says this in an expedition line :

What are the tenets he, a Saint who most likely was around during the CoS's creation, Rhea's right hand man and most likely her older brother, cannot defend?

It's the general writing of telling us some things are "sus", but we don't see what those "sus" things are. They just exist, so remember, Church not GoOd, or not entirely GoOd, and it needs to be reformed.

And the second form is obviously the way the CoS (and Faerghus, to an extent) is much more developed than the other entities - so yes, we learn how people of Faerghus targeted and tried to eradicate Duscur, much like the Serenes Forest incident from FE Tellius - but we will not hear with the same focal point anything about Adrestia's campaign against Brigid and Dagda, or how people from Brigid are treated in Adrestia - Cyril exists, but even FEH realised you can't really talk too much about Leicester, the less religious place in the continent, keeping slaves.

Adrestia and Leicester are treated with kiddies gloves and their "default" are relegated to a footnote, when Duscur is put at the forefront of the game, or at least some routes. As for the Church, it's sort of the same thing, the game(s) make a big show/event out of Rhea executing members of her organisation who tried to kill her (and killed students), or, Nopes wise, we see her sending assassins against Supreme Sailor Fuku -

While Claude terminating minor Leicester Nobles who are pissed at his power grab and the regime change is just a line thrown here (and used to diss the CoS/Kingdom who wanted to welcome them), and Supreme Sailor Fuku starting a war against the allies who helped her kick out the death cult who took root in her Empire is... never lampshaded. Ditto for sacking villages, monasteries, orphanages or, just, in general sending thousands to death to conquer the continent.

As for Religion BaD...

Well, while Supreme Leader, surprisingly, gets a meaningful support with Manu about this, I always thought the "mindless followers" thing or the "leaving Fate in the hands of a higher being insstead of relying on yourself" things were the "easy/first" arguments of people arguing, in obviously bad faith, on, say, r/atheism as to why religion BaD, as if being religious means you have no free will...

Granted, this topic teeters a bit too close to RL issues, so I'll drop it at that.

#anon #replies #Church BaD #the sheer need to hammer here and there that the CoS should be reformed #without ever spelling what should be reformed or how the current CoS doesn't work and must be reformed #without falling in pitfalls like “church BaD bcs crust system”#even if one of their core tenets in the first book of their bible is to not abuse the power of crest exists #in a way that's sort of why I prefered TS writing to Fodlan's even if Hyzante is hit the hardest #all three countries are sort of examined and everyone reacts to the faults/issues within those three #it's not just footnote 1 + footnote 2 + gfdi hyzante is keeping slaves!!#I know the CoS was supposed to be a red herring #but thanks to Hresvelg Grey they never managed to be anything else but a red herring #They're BaD and must be “reformed” that's why Supreme Leader's war against them isn't completely bollocks #something like this #FE16 #3 nopes #10 to 1 this post is going to be X'd !

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eighthdoctor · 4 months

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Has Alleria been with women before? Or is Sylvanas going to come back to Azeroth and go "of all the people to be your closet key why did you have to pick THAT one". Either way I bet some part of Sylvanas will be convinced she did it specifically to spite her.

I don't think heterosexuality matters as much to quel'dorei as it does to 21st century humans. There's a handful here and there who aren't some variation on bisexual, but Alleria? Alleria's had a range of partners before Turalyon.

That being said yes absolutely Sylvanas's biggest fucking problem is going to be "with CALIA MENETHIL????"

#asks for ts #Anonymous #i am just so aggressively uninterested in any variation of a coming out story y'all #we're not doing it we're doing much stupider plots instead #such as: alleria dumps one controlling abusive asshole for his genderbent equivalent and then is confused why things haven't improved #the power to manipulate belief

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risuola · 9 months

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YOU CRYIN'? — F. READER x GOJO SATORU

You and Gojo know each other since high school, and since then, you also hate each other. He bites and you always bite back, the constant argument creates tension that everybody, except you two, seem to notice. One time you said too much, causing Gojo’s self-control to snap.

cw: smut, unprotected sex, creampie, cursing, mentions of bullying (Satoru is a meanie, ok?), overstimulation, enemies to lovers kind of vibe, I feel like the "you cryin'?" line in itself is a warning if you heard the dub version of it, reader discretion is advised — 1,4k words

» PART TWO

"You cryin'?", Satoru taunted, thrusting his hips relentlessly into yours, with a handful of your hair in his unforgiving grip. Standing behind you, with one hand digging into the supple flesh of your side to steady himself, he was pounding behavior into you.

You and Satoru Gojo have a history of never-ending venom-spitting and it's safe to say you hated the man and the man hated you with passion for years now. It started in high school, where you just couldn't stand how full of himself he was, looking at everybody from above as if he was so much better than everyone and yes, you are aware of how powerful of an individual he is but the arrogance that came with it was just unbearable. Much more you liked his closest friend Suguru, but as years passed, you found yourself working closely with Gojo more and more often, because you decided to stay at Jujutsu high in Tokyo to help students learn. You were strong enough to be considered a high 1st grade sorcerer and everything you achieved, you earned by hard work and stubbornness but that didn’t stop the know-it-all from bullying you, no. He had an awful habit of pouring more fuel into the constant fire of argument between you two and you never owed him, always biting back. That being said, your constant bickering with Satoru successfully brought you to where you were now.

Pressed against the wooden desk, sweaty and exhausted as your body was chasing the fourth orgasm with no break in between. It was a torture – the way he was slamming his cock inside of you at the pace that left you breathless, it hurt from overstimulation and burned with pleasure at the same time. You always acted tough, but now you couldn't stop the tear rolling down your cheek as his grip on your hair tightened and his teeth sank into the delicate skin between your neck and shoulder.

"You’re really cryin’”, he grinned teasingly and turned your head more to the side, kissing the tear away. Delighted at the sight, Satoru pulled back and flipped you over so he could see your pretty face when he pushed his girth back onto your swollen insides, kissing every oversensitive spot on his way while hooking your thighs over his hips. You dug fingers into his skin, leaving crescent moon shapes of your nails engraved into his flesh and you once again could feel his pace picking up. Naively, you grabbed at his hip, trying to slow him down but with no effect.

"So pretty, fuck, when you cry like that," he grunted, kissing along the salty trace on your face and down your neck to see the bruising mark of his teeth was already blooming with reds and purples. "Think you have few more in you?", he asked and the thought of few more orgasms terrified you. "You'll have to, 'm nowhere near to be done, wit' ya," a chuckle echoed in his chest and you couldn't tell if his objective was to kill you in the most humiliating way possible or what.

"N-no," you protested and he laughed once more, pulling out almost completely.

"No?", Satoru grined in his usual, annoyingly handsome manner but you barely saw him through the collage of stars in your sight, "'ts too bad you've been naughty lately. Need to fuck some behavior into you."

"Gojo-", you whined, helpless against his muscular body as he was ramming ruthlessly, abusing your swollen oversensitive insides to your limits.

"Nuh-uh", he wrapped his slender fingers around your throat, putting no pressure, but redirecting your head so you looked him in the eyes and you could drown in the crystalline blue tones surrounded by thick snowy eyelashes if you wouldn't know better. "That's not my name, sweetheart."

"Go to hell, Goj-, fuck", you whined and he thrusted harder, your back was slamming against the wooden counter but he was unbothered by the echoing pounding sound that clearly was indicating what was happening in his office.

"That's. not. my. name.", he growled, accentuating every word with a particularly sharp thrust and it was enough for you to drown in the haziness.

"Sa-, uh", you tried, but his pace was unforgiving, his cock fucking you dumb but he hummed teasingly, encouraging you to speak. "'toru- fuck. Satoru, please."

"There we go, wasn't that hard now, was it?", smiling, the sorcerer lifted you up, angling his hips upwards, his cock reaching even deeper although you thought it's impossible. The blunt head kissed every spot inside you and you felt another orgasm approaching. Satoru groaned at how your walls were flexing around his girth and this time, he chased his own, the first one, the one he's been denying himself in order to drive you insane.

He was panting heavily, groaning against your neck, profanities slipping through his mouth as he twitched inside you. Suddenly he grabbed you harshly, nails digging into your trembling thighs and he lowered himself on the expensive leathery chair, giving you a slap to the tender skin, silently ordering you to work. You straddled him, supporting your hands over his shoulders and you pushed him against the back rest, surely bruising his muscles with the harsh grip you had on him. You were desperate to finish him off, to put an end to the torture he’s subjected you to for talking too much. At this point you don’t even remember what caused his composure to snap, what has gotten you into the endless spiral of agonizing pleasure with a man you despised. The man that now you were riding with the last bits of your power, fighting the mind-numbing rush of your own release to bring him to his and you could tell how close he was. Satoru’s jaws were clenched, his fingers were digging harshly into the tender skin of your sides and his hips were bucking up uncontrollably, desperate to reach the blissful relief. His abs were flexing, cock was twitching and his tone became ragged as he groaned what sounded like your name entwined with endless amounts of fucks and yeses. His eyes closed shut and he threw his head back, suddenly overwhelmed by the feeling that began uncoiling in his entire body. You grabbed at his white hair, smearing open mouthed kisses all over his throat and collar bones, and your movements stuttered with your dripping pussy squelching for the nth time. That was enough for Satoru – he gave in, allowing his muscles to contract one last time as he spilled his load into you, filling you completely with warmth and you were quick to come right after him. Your ups and downs became sloppy, uneven as you slowly ride your highs out and finally, you raised your hips just enough to have him out.

Falling back heavily against his body, you leaned your head over his shoulder in hopes to calm the panting. You felt your heart drumming against your ribcage, you felt the concoction of juices running down your thigh and dripping onto Satoru’s legs, but you couldn’t care less. With his hands releasing your flesh that he was squeezing unwaveringly, you felt your body finally relaxing, your mind coming back to senses and it slowly came to you, what just happened.

Never, not even once in your life, you considered even willing to kiss Gojo Satoru. Yes, he’s annoyingly handsome; yes, his eyes are the most beautiful, magical blue crystalline spheres nature could ever create, and yes – there was a tension between you two since the day you met him, or at least everyone around always pointed that out but you never truly considered him an option and yet, you not only kissed him, but spend god-knows-how-long fucking him – or rather being fucked by him.

“You have to misbehave more often”, he teased, finally able to form his words coherently and you looked at him, eyes still cloudy but you could tell with no mistake that his lips were curled up in a smirk. You almost heard him smirking, that’s how obvious it was. You blinked, clearing your vision to take in his view. Gojo’s face was blissfully tired, he still was breathing though his mouth and the snowy peaks of his hair clung artistically to his sweaty forehead. He was stunning like this, so fucked out, he looked like he’s high and you took few mental pictures of his handsome daze. You also noted to yourself that you, indeed, need to misbehave more frequently.

» PART TWO

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oceanxveiined · 1 year

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v; intertwined fates (genshin verse)

Is there a word for a bad miracle?

That is a question Danae often posed to herself in rare moments of idleness. In truth, she’s mulled it over more times than she’s cared to count and ultimately come to no real conclusion she’s found true satisfaction with. One thing was for certain though: her life was chock full of them.

Danae's mother Morjena had been a vain, Natlan-born traveling songstress who primarily entertained at the local taverns, doing anything and everything she could to garner the attention and praises she so craved throughout her journeys. Danae's father had been a well-off, seafaring merchant by the name Sidon Ennosigaeus, who’d had his wandering eye drawn by the woman’s beauty and voice when they'd met at a tavern in Port Ormos. His favor had been Morgana’s greatest treasure, enough for most of the staff to grow increasingly fed up with her boasting and other prideful displays. And over time, it appeared her lover had too, the man having stayed only through his daughter’s first few couple years before up and abandoning them with scarcely a word in warning.

That event had been quite the blow to Morjena’s pride and to her career–her resulting outburst in sheer rage in discovering she’d been abandoned had her losing her place as songstress and being chased from the town when her increasing antics and demands to see her former lover became too much for the people to stand. The pattern only continued and repeated each placed they’d flee to, pushing them further and further away from the Port where they could find him, and tarnishing the sterling reputation the woman once had.

With her fall from grace, it wasn’t long before Morjena’s resentment and wounded pride turned to a new target–her daughter.

It was only by the grace of her father’s blood that Danae had not simply been abandoned or worse from the start; Morjena had held hopes that the child could be used to regain her lover’s favor, after all. Two years she’d waited, vainly hoping the man would come back for her ( Danae was his heir after all, Morjena told herself and Danae alike, he would be a FOOL to simply leave her behind ), but shortly after Danae’s fifth birthday, she’d had enough being patient.

Taking matters into her own hands, Morjena would elect to force that of the gods, arrogantly declaring they would grant her child a Vision or they would bear the blood of an innocent on their hands, before she attempted to drown Danae herself.

That day had been the first and last time Danae had ever prayed to the gods for her own sake. To be saved, as she kicked and fought to survive, the more water flooded her lungs and the tighter her mother’s grip on her grew. Her mother’s whims and promises no longer mattered, not with how terrified and desperate Danae had become in the face of the woman's cruelty and greed. And it sure as hell didn’t matter what happened or what she would have to give in return should the gods listen to them, so long as they lived.

Oh, how desperately they wanted to live.

And live she had, as her tunneling vision had settled upon something gleaming in the water before her, sinking amid bubbles just within reach. A bright gem that beckoned to be taken in hand ( maybe her mother would love her if she had it- ), and once she had done so…the next thing Danae knew, she was slumped against the edge of the basin, the water she’d been drowning in gone. The remnants of it were splattered across the room, her mother slumped against the cracked wall, as though having been blasted back.

Against all reason, Danae had rushed to the woman, pleading for her to wake up, only to be wrapped into a tight embrace soon after jolting to consciousness.

“You truly are a little miracle, aren’t you?”

“Oh, how useful you will be.”

Those had been the last of the truly gentle words her mother would ever offer, before Danae would come to regret her prayer for mercy. Because it only took a mere couple months after receiving her Vision that Danae was forced to train it.

No proper tutor could have been sought for this, of course. If it weren’t for the fact that Morjena had grown to have quite the infamous reputation wherever she went, then it was the woman’s lack of ability to pay for one ( or was it that she just didn’t bother seeking one in the first place- ). And the fact that for some time, Mojena kept her daughter away from all human contact and isolated in a little place she’d come to make for them, prisoner in all sense but name, out of fear someone would take the child ( her little golden goose ) from her. Or that Danae herself would run away, even when Morjena had all but convinced the child the world outside their home was nothing but a cruel place. That this family, however harsh and painful may seem, was truly all she could trust and truly call her own. At least Morjena hurt her to make her stronger in the end. Those people would hurt her only to break her.

As though the fact that Danae was still willing to do anything and everything to earn her mother’s love didn’t work just as well.

So the child was forced to stay. Stay, use and overuse her Vision, to build up its and her own strength by defending their various isolated little homes from any threats that wandered too close, hilichurls and bandits alike. Sometimes even attacking and stealing from the occasional hapless civilian who happened to be unlucky enough to trespass. The child, being tasked with something so dangerous and near impossible, terrified to undertake it, even while her mother seemingly had full confidence she would be just fine.

“You are blessed by the gods,” Morjena had once drawled, before shoving them out the door and locking them out. “You are untouchable. You’ll be fine. Do your duty.”

Needless to say, the first few months had been the worst, with it being nothing short of dumb luck and a damn miracle that Danae hadn’t wound up dead. Or perhaps it had been her sheer determination to live that kept her going, even long after she’d had the tar beaten out of her, had been left discarded and strewn on the forest floor. In either case, she had thought of it nothing short of hell to keep going and at times even found herself questioning if it was even worth it to keep living, the way things were going. Even when she would ultimately, invariably, choose refuse to succumb there even still. Because her mother needed her. Because she wasn’t finished yet.

Because there had to be more for her to see.

Back then, Danae had always ended each and every day making her way back home, near half-dead and exhausted, sobbing and pleading to unmoving ears to take care of her and make the pain go away. To never make her do it again.

Yet she was still made to. Again, and again, and again, until she’d accepted her fate and her futile tears had long since dried. Again, and again, until she had finally found the right ways to get rid of the lot of trespassers. Ways learnt from the worst of the days and smart enough to minimize her injuries while working around her lack of true physical strength ( save her Hydro Vision ), growing increasingly cruel enough to make sure they suffered as much as she had ( knowing damn well by now they would do worse if given the chance ). To push through injuries she was never able to let heal with proper rest ( the effects of some which stayed with her even in her present day, burrowing aches in her body that ebbed and flared with an irritating lack of consistency ), having to learn to deal with the pain and hope she could keep it all together so they could heal on their own over time. Taking influence from the ways she watched the enemy fight and using it for herself to ruin them.

Once she managed that, once she began to put herself in just the right headspace, the days would begin to go by a lot easier. It thankfully didn’t take too long before she established a decent rhythm and strategy.

She had always been quite the fast learner after all.

Still, every encounter only served to strengthen their mother’s lies. Every wound and break left for her to nurse with little to no proper care was marked proof of it all. That the world truly was full of only the most despicable of creatures, only ever going to HURT her should she let her guard down for an instant ( what her mother did hurt too, but only ever to HELP her, to make her STRONGER; she still RAISED her and gave her a home to come back to, after all- ). The maddening praise she received in coming home all bruised up and matted with blood each and every time only helped cement it further.

Even so, it wouldn’t full shake Danae’s doubts that EVERYONE would be so. Surely there HAD to be nice people out in the world too…right?

When Danae was around eight, the woman would one day abruptly return with a young boy, who Danae would be tasked with watching over without much of an explanation while the woman headed out. With trained, burning need to be useful to her mother, Danae had agreed, only for her resentment and the lessons taught to her to rear their ugly heads within the first hour of watching over the other child.

Why SHOULD she care for the creature her mother brought? It was nothing like her, just some other human who came from the outside. Who wasn’t one of them.

Why did her mother CARE for the damn thing’s well-being so much anyways?

So she attempted to drown the boy, hoping to be rid of him and return to her life as always. Surely her mother wouldn’t mind if she did. And hey, if the gods found him worth anything, perhaps they would grant him their blessing, just as she had been. Then, and only then, would she recognize the creature for certain, she decided.

Only for the boy to be entirely different from how she’d been. The boy was far too eerily accepting of his fate, gazing at her with scarcely a struggle, even as she held him under, even as his last breaths seemingly bubbled out from his lips…

…before Danae would wrench him back out out, frantically helping rid the water filling his lungs and ensuring he would be alright. And spend the rest of the time until Morjena returned, with the boy tucked protectively under her chin, a blanket wrapped as tight around him as her arms were. It was all she could offer, with her tongue too sharp for pretty, soft words and hands too rough for gentle pets and cupped faces; to offer naught but a silent, firm embrace that had her skin crawling with burning discomfort at every point of contact she would normally want nothing more than to cut away. But she never would. Not him. Not until the boy himself decided to squirm from her hold.

She could never really say why it was that sight had triggered such a response. Perhaps it was the realization of just how much she’d made the boy suffer similarly to how she had, feeling some semblance of guilt for her actions for once in her life and wanting to make it up to him in any way she could. She was never one to do anything by short measures after all. Or perhaps it was his passive resignation in the face of death that had thrown her for a loop, made him stand out against each and every other being she’d tried to rid the world of that had done it. Compared to her, who would fight tooth and nail, even in the face of the most hopeless fight to stay alive. Perhaps that instilled her resolve to protect him, and ensure he lived too.

In any case, that moment would prove the start of a cycle of many wrongdoings and restitutions between the two. Where Danae would invariably hurt the boy–Mason, she’d named him–then move heaven, hell, and earth to make things right in the very same breath, one motion after the other. She, who had only ever been taught love by ruin, and he, who only knew it in the faintest impressions he could scarcely remember receiving from his parents before being taken. But it didn’t matter. They would make what they had work, a solace amid the misery they were trapped in for the foreseeable future.

Especially when Danae came to realize that she’d been tricked. That the boy had only ever been meant as bait, to ensure she’d stay, all along.

Mason was forbidden from ever stepping outside their home, watched vigilantly ( as if he would dare escape, what with his health being as fragile as it was ) as Morjena would allow Danae to venture further out, to seek more food and in turn take from others as many had tried to do to them. Morjena no longer needed to worry about Danae running away from her, not when Mason remained trapped at home with her. Thus, Danae was able to expand her reach for resources, and just as well too. Looting from the bandits she fought off within their territory only did so much for them, especially now with an extra mouth to feed. That, and, to ensure their current locations would not be so easily discovered whenever they’d settled, with all the havoc at her hand occurring near them, Danae was all the more relieved she could now move further still, closer to proper civilization to ideally steal better things for her family and make the people there miserable for a change.

Risky as it was, it would be a far more fun way to pass the time, in addition to its practicality. Something to really test her skill and creativity. Who cared what that would mean for those people, anyways?

It didn’t matter how kind, or at the very least unassuming, they all seemed–Danae knew better. Those people would sooner hurt than help her, case in point on days when she’d let herself be seen as a hungry child begging for attention and scraps to eat. If it weren’t the odd, burning stares she’d be given, it was the horrid way some people had tried to snatch at her with bruising grip, to take her prisoner and away from her family before she’d successfully fight her way out and flee. Assuming they didn’t try to kick or strike her away from them, like when she got sloppy in trying to pickpocket their fancy robes and bags. Like when she happened to brush by someone by sheer accident, a cry of curses and disparaging remarks following along with it.

Of course, over time, Danae grew wiser and came to understand the world wasn’t as black and white as she’d been taught. Even with Morjena’s influence, all the time Danae spent out and about began to make clear that a lot of what the woman said were naught but lies. There were some good people among those bastards she encountered. The occasional older woman who dropped a bag or two of new clothes into her waiting hands after asking for her aid carrying something home. The odd tavern boss who’d send her right on her way with cooked fish and berries after offering her a job washing dishes. Mothers who sent their children to leave her extras of the fruit they’d bought. Suspicious at first, it delighted her to find and meet them. She even took to rewarding those she found in sparing them too much of a loss compared to others she targeted, after realizing she could encourage them to be useful to her over time if she invested in them just a little bit.

But the damage remained through and through, with her embittered enough to still resent others, even those decent few, for the good lives they’d been blessed with. To resent the gods who only allowed a lucky few that chance, who at times didn’t even deserve it. She was still apt to mistrust those good people she found, never giving them any more reach and insight to her than just enough to keep them satisfied, because sooner or later, one of them will show they’re not all the kind folk they’re cracked up to be, either to her face or through her own furtive observations. Sooner or later, she’ll find the very justification she’s looking for to treat them as she would anyone else and be done with them, to rid herself of one more attachment liability.

Such a sentiment lead her to reject any real ( invasive, horribly invasive- ) aid offered to her, the few chances someone would choose to direct a kinder gaze to her whenever she’d head out to scout. At times when someone she began to work with would try to offer her anything, unprompted. It was all the same to her. She knew better than to accept any of that. Near nothing came without a price or some caveat, she was quite sure of it by now. And even if it did, the likelihood of such was far too low to even dare gamble on. Something had to be of benefit to that other, behind each little offer of kindness. And that something was NOT a price she figured she would ever want to pay. Nor could afford to owe.

Perhaps taking their offers would have made her life easier. She wouldn’t deny she’d mulled over each one carefully enough to see the varying benefits that would be hers to claim, regardless of it all. But as it stood, and as she saw it, she could gain all she wanted from them without conforming to their terms nor owing them anything just fine. It was how she had always done things, after all

Besides, it felt so much better to just take what she wanted, when she wanted anyways. Especially the more likely it was that she couldn’t have it otherwise.

Truly, it was because of this that she understood why her mother delighted in using her own talents to get whatever she wanted while she still could. Why Danae continued to do so for herself and her family, even when there were other, at times easier, ways to go about it. There was something oh so satisfying about it, using one’s own means and efforts to achieve whatever they wanted. To show off what one was capable of and taunt those who couldn’t compare or were duped by them. In Danae’s case, her intelligence and power went hand in hand, utilized to her advantage each and every way she could muster.

And, oh, how she excelled.

Viciously opportunistic, she cared not for thinking of what it meant for others whenever she furtively stole from them, pilfering money, deeds, and possessions overall to keep or pawn off, or even simply to start conflicts for a bit of amusement to pass the time. She didn’t mind gathering secrets of those she encountered, at first out of idle interest then eventually realizing the sheer merit of selling them at her convenience and the control she could hold over others with the right ones in her grasp. She didn’t mind having to get rid of a few choice people who got too damn close to the truth of what she did, either, or even those who were competition in trying to hurt the people around her.

The latter happened to be Danae’s favorite case scenario. What better way to kill time than to do the very thing that brought her that sweet sense of power over others, while also keeping her territory nice and secure? …and okay, maybe in keeping those people she stole from safe, while she was at it.

It was a sound investment, after all.

Mason’s escape should have been a change for the better. And in a way it was.

It was a foolish attempt, really. He had had enough of Morjena’s abuse as it was, but in overhearing she had made plans to marry Danae off to someone in a desperate bid to gain back a more comfortable life, he adamantly refused to stay in the house any longer. Especially if it meant Danae wouldn’t be there to look after him as always. Assuming he would still have a place there once she was gone.

So in having having left to his own devices after he’d drugged Morjena using various ingredients he’d had Danae amass from previous outings, he finally gathered his belongings and gone out to find his sibling. Only to have a run in with hilichurls along the way, an attack that left him lethally wounded.

They would have ended his life right then too, had Danae’s Vision not abruptly flashed the moment he’d been in danger and lead her to rush home in maddened worry. It was by this that she had been able to arrive just in time to save him, acting on instinct ( subconsciously guided by her Vision ) to find him and dispose of the hilichurls before they could end him.

His wounds, however, still posed a lethal problem of their own, even with the initial threat gone.

Going back home wasn’t an option, not with Mason all but bleeding out ( not to mention Danae’s panic severely impacted her decisions ), so Danae had chosen to betray the very rule she’d set for herself, frantically bringing him towards Sumeru City after wrapping his wounds the best she could . She went as far as to resort to begging someone to help them, anyone she encountered at all regardless of what it could cost her. A scholar of the Amurta Darshan named Chang Da'Lun had been the one who had offered them aid in the end, bringing them to Bimarstan and managing to help save Mason, even as the boy had drifted precariously between life and death the two weeks it took him to recover.

To this day, Danae still considers herself in great debt to him. Both in having saved her beloved brother’s life ( even if the incident had ultimately still cost him his legs ) and opening her eyes to the possibility of enrolling in the Akademiya.

It was the perfect opportunity and a light of hope in her eyes. A way Danae could ensure she and her younger brother would be better off than before, and stay that way. And who knew, perhaps she could even manage to develop reputation enough to have her name on every tongue in Teyvat. Wouldn’t that be a sweet turnout?

Perhaps the thought was overly ambitious, and overwhelmingly so at that, but the thought had been enough to motivate Danae to plead their case to the scholar. To push, prod, and goad him to assist her in catching up on much needed education. To give her his aid in enrolling in the Akademiya, not to mention getting the man to help embellish herself as older and far more educated than she truly was, and maintain the lie as she would take on the rigorous path of graduation. She didn’t mind having to beg him to as much as she would have everyone else, nor worry about what promises she would have to make when he finally caved and offered to write a contract between them to ensure a 'fair deal'.

Who cared what he could possibly want of her, when this was exactly the right break she needed?

After learning more of the Akademiya, the sects of Kshahrewar and Amurta immediately caught Danae’s interest the most. One for its focus on technology and the other for being the one Da'Lun belonged to and thus ideally easier to pick up. Thusly, she took trying to learn of both at once to see what stuck best, no matter how frustratingly difficult it was at first. Balancing the teachings, having to pick up new languages in the process, increasing her own literacy past that which her mother had given her–and that was without mentioning maintaining her previous tasks to steal and earn money for herself and her brother ( both for their personal spending and to blow off steam ) throughout all of it. And helping educate her brother alongside herself, so that he too may join the Akademiya once he reached the apt age.

But even with the crammed-to-all-hell schedule and constant frustration she faced, Danae was nothing if not maddeningly determined to succeed. By the time her eighteenth birthday rolled around three years later, she had been arrogantly certain enough in her capabilities to even try her hand at submitting a thesis.

But then came the big question: What to conduct her research on?

The Akademiya was already so strict on their do’s and don'ts AND what they deemed a passable thesis. Not to mention the very field she otherwise found most intriguing of all–the study of mechanical lifeforms–was forbidden. But even still, she was undeterred, rather more intent than ever to excel at her research and SHOW what she was capable of. All the praises she'd garnered over the years weren't enough, she needed to show more and more people what she could do, show the very sages she could be one of the greatest scholars to ever walk the Akademiya's halls.

Ultimately, Danae had come up with the idea of attempting to research into fashioning better, more practical prosthetics for her brother to use, after seeing him deal with issues on those he already had. He needed something that would be more lightweight yet strong enough to withstand any activity without risking as much breakage, while also lessening or otherwise ridding him of discomfort, and more. Surely that would be worthy of recognition, right? Especially when so many other people needed them, too, and could find use in her improved designs. It was perfect!

Wrong.

Wrong, the nagging, prideful voice in her head had said.

It wasn’t special enough to stand out. Something so...so mundane and uncreative, too simple. It didn’t matter if it was a useful idea or not, it wasn’t ENOUGH. Useful didn't cut it when it came to the extraordinary findings of the other Darshans and her fellow scholars. If she settled like this, their theses would surely put hers to shame, and show all just how worthless she was.

No. Not allowed. Try again.

So she shelved her idea, throwing herself back into her studies again, this time for inspiration rather than simply achievement. And took up a hobby toying with the animals Da'Lun had been studying, the man cashing in the favor she promised him in their contract to get her to help him with his own thesis ( getting her to take a break from her constant pouring over her work, she’d belatedly realized far later, the nerve of him- ). The whole ordeal became rather tedious, with so much heaping up onto her all ar once when her precious time was running out, and her own impending burnout lack of progress being a constant source of frustration.

It was far from entirely unpleasant though. Even while Da'Lun had added to her workload and stress, he likewise wholeheartedly agreed the Akademiya’s strictness with knowledge and research was all-too stifling. As per their contract, he even helped provide materials she needed, for reading and tinkering alike whenever she went to assist him. But best of all, he even admitted he dabbled in something of a forbidden subject in his free time, which he had elected to share with her as a bonus for her continued aid. She was more than happy to indulge him, her attention having been piqued enough to stave her annoyance in being kept from her tasks. And in being able to have this to hold over his head, a nice little bit of blackmail should she ever need to pull that thread. Sue her, an opportunity was an opportunity.

However was in toying with the man’s Electro Vision and him showing her how a little burst of its energy could cause the legs of even a dead frog to move, that Danae had happened to find her inspiration.

She’d wasted no time in abandoning the little experiment in favor writing down her new idea: What if Electro energy could be harnessed to connect a prosthetic to its owner, and far more permanently? Could it be used to ensure the false limb was every bit as functional as its owner’s true body and be a more suitable replacement than the simple ordinary ones? Surely the Sages couldn’t complain it violated any of the Akademiya’s rules–it wouldn’t be a thesis dealing with the potential of mechanical lifeforms, even while it skirted the line. The lifeform in question would be at least 90% human, after all!

Of course, even with that progress, she wasn’t put of the woods yet. With the idea now settled, then it would be a matter of testing it. To ensure it would WORK, and whatnot. Research worth its salt had sufficient enough weight to it, and the more she could give hers, the better she would look in the eyes of the Sages.

Even if things had gotten a bit tricky from there. At first, it was that procuring someone willing to help her test just that was hard to come by ( or at least, she had thought so at the time ). She did use various animals at first, alive and dead, that had been a decent start. Up until the thought had hit: Animals could only be so effective. Because who KNEW if the differences between them and humans could screw up her results? And while she had quickly found a workaround to this in using the Treasure Hoarders she so loathed as new subjects, a new problem arose in how it became increasingly tedious to ensure the Matra never once grew privy to her endeavors. In having to continuously sneak out with Da'Lun ( involving himself into her mess out of some sense of responsibility? Or perhaps he had wanted to see what could come out of it all ) time and time again, needing to grow increasingly creative with the ways they’d divert the Matra’s attention every so often, when needed. It was troublesome, but what else could she do?

She couldn’t just keep the vagrants she used on Akademiya grounds, now could she?

And even while a steady flow of threats and false promises were supposed to keep them quiet and complacent, it wasn’t like she could afford the risk if any of those brigands happened to recognize who they were in particular and their current affiliation. Especially should they somehow escape and flee somewhere. Still, on top of all the stress of managing that and then trying to keep them alive, even with how dangerous the continuous unfettered exposure to the Vision’s energy and Danae’s increasingly maddened demands to keep pushing them when she didn’t immediately get her desired results, it seemed each attempt was met with failure every time. Some attempts being closer to success than others, but still failure nonetheless.

And, oh, how she did not take well to her work’s shortcomings. Her pride could only handle so many blows before even Da'Lun would grow worried and disturbed enough to start having second thoughts aiding her. Especially with each explosive outburst she would have and each near frenzied demand to push their subjects to the very brink in favor of progress that ultimately fell in vain. She was running out of options and they both were quickly running out of patience.

Then came the twist.

Perhaps it had been sleep deprivation and increasing maddened desperation that truly set her off. Perhaps it had been an abrupt epiphany, struck at the break of dawn within the still face of her latest subject as a curious lizard scuttled past it.

In any case, a new idea had come to her: What if rather than needing prosthetics to help someone who required them in the first place…the person could simply regrow the lost limb back?

Perhaps it wasn’t a prosthetic they needed to connect to a human, after all. Perhaps what was truly needed, was the very creature who had regenerative capabilities. To merge something of the two, or even a better regenerative source, and create a more ideal human in the process. A human who would be able to heal themself, without any need of a Vision. Who could recover from near mortal wounds without a care and without needing to depend on another without assistance, maybe even gaining a boost in strength as well.

Was there a way to forge such a being? Well, now she just had to find out for herself. Especially if the result wound end up being effective enough to not only be of use to her brother, but to others who could make use of such abilities, overall. To her personal usage, as well.

She was the one constantly fighting and getting wounded, after all.

It was ludicrous, absolutely madness. Da'Lun had called it such ( but not outright condemned it, she’d wryly noted ), and she knew it too. But Danae grew increasingly enraptured by the idea, and her heart was fully set on realizing it, no matter how impossible and outright insane it was as a whole. It was by sheer virtue of Da'Lun’s morbid curiosity regarding her utterly frenzied proposal and state of mind that he hadn’t up and abandoned her in the face of it, more so sold her out.

So from that point, rather than dealing with people again, Danae spent whatever waking hours she could spare ( and even some she normally wouldn't ) perusing the learnings of biology and technology for scraps of ways this could be enacted. Seeking out even Spantamad research to see if it could help. All that information gathering took priority over trial and error now, no stone left unturned. She WOULD have this all figured out before turning to that phase again. No matter the roadblocks, Danae kept looking. Toying with the ideas of using Electro energy to do so again ( with Da'Lun’s aid or even using Electro crystals as her source for when he would off to work on his own thesis ), or even daring to see if alchemy could successfully manage the job once she'd come across the subject anew. The latter seemed most promising, the more she’d learn of it, even gaining new ideas on how to go about creating the chimeric being she envisioned as she looked for the proper methods.

That, she tested with little creatures to start after she figured she had a decent enough grasp on it. Each resulted once more in varying degrees of–but still definitely–failure ( they weren’t her desired result after all, no matter how interesting the other changes and effects turned out ), but she was still obsessed enough with her work that she didn’t care. There was finally more progress, however small. She just needed them to maintain their original forms as cleanly as possible. Not to mention, to make sure they stayed alive after she'd finished, too. But that was fine. She could handle that, now that she had clearer method in mind.

Her hubris proved enough of a motivation as it was, too, for that matter ( or was it in fact what was depriving her of all reason now? ).

Thoughts would spring forth with each new trial, with her growing excitement. As she would try newer, more successful means to get ever closer to that elusive solution to her work. Could the gods even be capable of managing such a feat? Of instilling it upon another? If so, she would find out the way how soon enough, to partake in the secret they so selfishly kept to themselves. If not…

Well–then she would happily boast being far greater than the gods themselves in no time.

However careful she had been, Danae’s research would inevitably come to an end in being caught by the Sages, having recklessly attempted to seek out the knowledge forbidden by the Sages in her obsession determination to leave not a single trace of potentially useful research untouched. Thankfully enough with Da'Lun having been elsewhere and thus free of blame ( who knew what he would have demanded she do to spare him their wrath ), but not enough to prevent her from being dragged before the Sages and met with a demand to explain herself.

And explain herself she had, quite eagerly detailing her journey from reaching her hypothesis to the the lengths she’d gone to research it now that she had the audience she wanted ( generously leaving out Da'Lun throughout telling it ), of the more recent developments and how close she felt certain she was to a major breakthrough. It was perhaps a bit too early on in the stages of her research to be as impressive as she would have liked, but she was still quite proud to share what she had thus far, eager for feedback and perhaps even daring to hope to be pointed towards the right material that could aid her.

Only for it to be a vain one, being met with horror rather than awe, her voice trailing off as she’d come to realize this. Horror, naught but stunned silence and revulsion, rather than the pride she had been showered in times before, the praises and lauds she received with her swift advances in learning and dedication to her studies as a whole. Every bright little thing given to her sapped by the darkness clouding their eyes and the cold curling of their lips at her work.

Danae didn’t need to hear any more of their foolish prattling to know they were to condemn her now.

It really shouldn't have been such a shock. Nor should it have stung as much as it did. She knew damn well her little endeavors crossed a line. Several, in fact. Now, and maybe even had for some time, with her having ignored it all along in her arrogant belief that she would be an exception once her research bore fruit.

But now?

Well, it was quite clear that however dedicated and determined she was, however much she had been told she embodied the values of the Akademiya by her teachers before, the project definitely become something they could not ignore. How could they? With the blatant violations of the Akademiya’s rules regarding interference with human evolution, tampering with life and death, and attempting the forbidden and fearing none.

Were she not so devastated, she might have felt great pride in that last one. In the way their attention rested upon her, and her alone, her work something undeniable and enough to shake them to their very cores.

It was everything she'd always wanted, however achieved in the worst ways possible.

So instead of giving them the satisfaction of condemning her and ending her work, she used her Vision to escape without letting them get in a further word in edgewise. She fought off those who tried to apprehend her and fled to meet with her brother one last time. Carefully ensuring to throw off any tails on her beforehand for his safety, of course.

Perhaps it was a risky move, considering even her efforts may not be successful, but she would do so anyways. She refused to leave without first saying a swift goodbye, to bequeath Mason all they had before heading off, and encouraging him to follow their plan and join the Akademiya for the prestige and opportunities they could provide. Promising to keep in touch and keep providing for him from afar, Danae would then plant a quick message for Da'Lun to find to ensure he knew her debt to him would still be repaid ( he earned enough of her respect to not be shirked off so easily; plus they had a contract to honor, after all ), and soon after leave Sumeru City. From there, she would head into the forest to ideally lose her pursuers for good and begin her journey anew.

She had absolutely no real plan nor the means to come up with one from the moment she’d left the city. But one thing was for certain, her research had to continue. Only once she produced sufficient results would she be welcomed back to the Akademiya, she was sure of it. Or better yet, once she produced said sufficient results, she would shove it all in their damn faces and PROVE just how truly great she was and how damn fucking wrong they were to try and stop her.

Amid her travels across Sumeru and avoiding any potential authority as a just in case measure, Danae would stumble briefly across her father at Port Ormos. She knew enough of him to identify the man ( amid her own murky memories and wrinkled portraits her mother kept ), and pick him out amid the crowd. Enough to feel a surge of anger enough within her to impulsively fly at him in rage, in attempt to kill him even when every shred of logic in her knew this was the Wrong Decision. Anger enough to inadvertently have been foolish enough to end up subdued and caught, far too easily and swiftly to really bruise her pride.

But rather than let her be taken away and imprisoned, the man had in fact chosen something far worse:

To give order for her to be let go.

Let go, because as he saw it, she wasn’t truly 'all that much of a threat’. Nothing more than a mere child throwing a tantrum, no one truly worth making a huge fuss over. HE certainly wouldn’t, that would just be encouraging her.

Danae would find herself dumbstruck as he would give a final dismissive wave, then grow far more enraged as the words sank in while she was dragged from the Port and thrown onto the nearest path at its outskirts.

How dare he.

How DARE he act like she meant absolutely nothing to him. She knew damn well he’d recognized her, the look in his eyes had been enough of a tell!

So what had been the damn problem?

Was she truly not worth his recognition? Was that what his whole spiel genuinely been about?

The fire set alight when she’d been spurned at the Akademiya burned all the brighter, and all the more painfully too the more she thought it over. The more each and every little thing her mother had done to forge her into someone that man could deign to look at crumbled in worth and made her truly realize how futile it all had been.

What had her life even been FOR then?

It was fine, though. Fine, just FINE. Who needed his recognition anyways? She was on the right track to discovering something BRILLIANT as it was, meanwhile he remained the same all those years. A greedy bastard not even worth thinking of ever again. Surely once she succeeded, he would come crawling right back and BEG for her attention and favor. Beg for forgiveness and grovel beneath her, like the damn insect he was.

Right! And if that’s how he wanted to play, for that matter, she wouldn’t give a damn about him from here on out until then. Not a single one.

…starting right after she set his precious little merchant ship to burn.

She was nineteen by the time she’d joined the Fatui, having encountered a couple officials in her stint through Liyue.

Her very principles would normally have her avoid accepting their invitation to join up, however a few choice words of theirs had managed to pique her interest. About how the Fatui could help her achieve andy and all of her goals, that they were far more of an open-minded organization than others she will ever encounter, among other things. So much so, she had to wonder if they were spoken deliberately to catch her attention, or if they were just That Good. Which WOULD be suspicious in and of itself, in all honesty. WAS, with how insistent they were, for that matter.

Did news of what had happened back at the Akademiya reach them? Or was that a lucky guess?

Still, those words been effective enough to pique her interest and thus allow them the chance to bring her to the Fatui, in spite of her reservations. Later on, she would have to wonder of she had been any close to winding up fodder for an experiment herself had she not she brought up what had transpired at the Akademiya and the reason she’d wanted in on the Fatui. That maybe with them, she might be able to get the results she needed.

Perhaps that was why she would wind up under The Doctor, assigned to assist him in his own work. To witness his experiments firsthand and even allowed to be assigned time to enact her own research as she saw fit under his direction once she had proven herself capable enough. And damned she’ll be if she let another think her anything but. And, sure, he was rather condescending and terse with her, as with all the others, but she refused to let that stifle her efforts. It wasn’t like she was unused to that sort of regard, after all. And, hey, so long as the pay remained good and she continued to have the opportunity to witness and partake research the Akademiya wouldn’t have ever dreamed of enacting nor offering her, she’d consider it an even trade.

It took plenty effort on her part, both in work and carefully navigating her way to stay in Dottore’s good graces, but soon she had been finally able to earn herself the right to conduct her own independent mission, to put her previous research back into her personal priority at Dottore’s request. To see if her work could truly contribute something worthwhile to his. Stationed in Inazuma for a spell, she could not only get her fill of new materials to work with and have an important role to manage under Dottore, she now had plenty new subjects with which to conduct her experiments with, too. Both those brought over with them and those she'd been tasked with subduing or managing to talk her way into deceiving and luring them in. Which was…different from how she did things before, but she supposed she didn’t have the luxury of trying to bring that up now. Nor really be able to complain, considering how much easier it was to acquire their needed subjects, compared to before. Especially with the Tenryou Commission under the Fatui's thumb.

And, sure, she didn't have to take care of that part personally now either, of course. She could very just have someone send them to her ( even if she LOATHED having to ask for help, especially to give off the wrong idea that she would be open to any sort of camaraderie around here–both out of personal preference and outright awkwardness making her want to avoid taking on something like that ). But more than anything, she still very much liked and preferred being able to fight and take what she wanted she her own hands. And maybe this new manner of going about things did satiate her need for control and power over others, which was quite the nice bonus.

Overall, sure, she may be relying on the Fatui for the most part now, but at the very least this, she could manage on her own. Never racking up and owing any more debt than she needed to, as always.

In watching The Doctor's experiments and of what she could discern using her own information, she really did make some more progress towards alchemical splicing. More than what she could at the Akademiya, what with their restriction on knowledge and such. Confirming that that form of alchemy was indeed increasingly better suited for her purposes than simply toying with Electro energy like before. Only now she was aware that for what she wanted, she just needed to find the right materials to ensure she got more adequate results. Even better now she had more of them at her disposal than before to boot! All making a plethora of interesting reactions happen, to her delight. Not quite the ones she was looking for, but interesting ones nonetheless. And ones she didn’t have to disregard, because every little bit counted now.

Still, it wasn’t long before she hit another roadblock.

Nothing she did seemed to make much for decent progress to her ultimate goal, even when taking to attempting to mess with subjects the way she’d seen The Doctor do. He was able to get all sorts of results he actually wanted, why couldn’t she? He couldn’t possibly be that much more clever than her! ( then again, she couldn’t access the same materials nor exact procedure he had just as easily ). In any case, it frustrated her to no end.

Especially when a subject she'd unconsciously started to grow close to began to plant doubts in her mind if what she wanted to achieve really was better than her original goal of an improved invention. If people would truly want such a thing for themselves.

The worst part? Danae herself even began to wonder the same exact thing, after a secret outing with her brought her an odd feeling of accomplishment when the subject had used an invention she'd made for her on a whim. After learning more about the subject's life abd tge girl's own pride and contentment of herself as she was. But that...wouldn't that mean Danae was wrong after all? No, that couldn't be!

Seriously...why now was this all happening?

She was so close to making a breakthrough. She close to achieving her goal ( for her brother’s sake, she’d nearly forgotten why she had done this in the first place- ), but she was still MISSING something important, is all. Simply trying and combining different resources could eventually get what she wanted, statistically speaking, but there HAD to be a better way. Something new that could really pick things up.

A new lead was exactly what she needed, and preferably FAST, before her frustration would start to get the better of her all over again. Before her little friend got too deep under her skin and thoroughly changed her mind about her endeavors altogether.

Before the Doctor took note of her lack of true progress and did something about it ( and after seeing how he dealt with her fellow subordinates that fell short of their marks…yeah, she could NOT allow that ). Well, assuming he cared enough about what she did. But did she REALLY want to take that risk?

Her search for a new lead would eventually draw her to the Abyss Order.

It wasn’t like she hadn’t heard of them before. Odd tales followed Abyss Mage sighting and the stranger loyalties hilichurls would give them. Whispers about harrowing creatures even more powerful than the mages themselves that were said to reside deep in Liyue and one she knew only the faintest of legends from deeper still in the Sumeru desert. They were all things she'd chalked up to superstition, nothing more. But in hearing of them anew in her time of need, of hearing certain rumors regarding them ( from Fatui she passed, that lingered near and often enough ) and brief observations following that of odd scripts floating amid their campfires and the things a slain mage would leave behind, the fresh thought had sparked a new, stronger interest within her. More so after hearing tales of harrowing abyssal monsters that had invaded and still lingered in Inazuma, and having the displeasure of witnessing and slaying a rifthound firsthand. But even with that...well, her interest had certainly been piqued.

Could there be something about the Mages or something of theirs that may help? That could perhaps be the missing pieces she needed? Could they have the procedure she was looking for, and provide more certain success?

Better yet...how much of their strange magicks could she learn and use for herself?

Of course, as it stood, she would be limited in trying to access them. If not by orders and a set duty to fulfill she couldn’t just shirk off so easily ( just how willing to give her everything she wanted about the Abyss mages would the Fatui be? ), then in the fact that, even choosing to do what she wanted anyways, it may take time to gather sufficient enough data and manage it as she needed. And that time may very well be limited, whisps of sand dribbling to the bottom of the hourglass faster than she would want. It was a less than ideal situation, and one she knew was bound to end messily one way or another.

And with how suffocating her association with the Fatui had begun to be, Danae would ultimately decide her best option was to gather as much of the their information as she possibly could then elect to break her ties with the them in the most surefire was she could.

By causing a violent uproar in the facility from where she worked and making it seem as though she’d vanished and/or died in the chaos.

Danae wasn’t all too confident–no, arrogant as she was, she wasn’t that much so–it would work in the long term. It would honestly be a surprise if it truly did. But hey, so long as she had a decent enough head start to escape her former workplace, well, that was good enough for her.

Good enough to put some distance while she survived the perilous, nigh impossible trip back towards Liyue, then working her way towards Mondstadt. Good enough to put her newfound freedom to real use in gathering every bit of information she could find. In seeking out the Abyss Mage sightings especially, for a start. Perhaps they could provide something for her while also helping keep her away from the places she’d last had connection to.

And sure, random encounters with fellow Fatui along the way would be inevitable. She knew that all too well, but they were of little consequence. So long as she dispatched them, and permanently, it should be fine. Not like she couldn’t handle them ( nor be too sore over having to deal with them, not like she made terribly many friends while with the Fatui if at all, anyway ), she would be just fine.

Eventually, she had come to find a nice, cushy place to crash while in Mondstadt too, full of individuals who were far more of a rag-tag group than the Fatui were, and far less demanding too. Vagrants and runaways just like her, who welcomed her with open arms and offered her a place to stay for nothing but completion of tasks she found rather nostalgic.

It was a good new start, she would admit. And maybe she did like the arrangements she made with them a little more than she’d expected. Not that she trusted any of them any more than she trusted the Fatui right away even still, but hey, they were at least better than them in many a regard. Like how they had no problems with her intentions NOR cared to bother her with theirs either, allowing more freedom than any others had ever offered her before to do what she wanted, when she wanted, even the tasks they set for her. And dare she say, even found genuine ways to worm their way into her good graces enough to gain her assistance in their goals as well as being allowed to partake in hers, once a proper negotiation of mutual benefits was drawn ( finally, something she could feel more comfortable accepting than unconditional aid ).

The fact that would hardly bat an eye at the sort of methods she tended to use for anything and everything at all, even agreeing with her proposals was one more point in their favor. Especially when they came up with ways to add onto her own, and somehow make what she’d thought was brilliant enough far more. Even when their additions tended to cause more mayhem and trouble for others, but really, did any only them really have a qualm that it did?

Absolutely not.

They were people who understood her and saw her true value, in ways most others hadn’t before. How could she not love this and what to keep it now?

At long last, things seemed to be going perfectly according to plan. Perhaps a bit too much so for her comfort, if she were being honest. But considering the alternative, ideally enough, they would stay that way. Knowing her luck, it probably wouldn’t for long, but she didn’t mind. Not too much anyways, even as she would steel herself for whatever trouble may brew in her horizon.

�� So long as she had enough luck to work in her favor, she could handle anything. Including any more of the little hiccups she’s grown so accustomed to.

Hopefully.

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#genshin impact rp #gi rp #long post for ts #v; intertwined fates (genshin verse)#drowning mention tw #abuse tw #abuse mention tw #death mention tw #medical mention tw #/Kept the sciency-experiment stuff to a minimum; do I still need to tag for that?#//And if so HOW do I tag it #//Reposting the verse info with new updates and proper corrections to it #//It's so long tho kjhdbgfg #//Tldr; she does crimes and seeks Knowledge; has the water powers; got involved in too much shit that will DEFFO cause probs later #//Has a habit of getting involved with people who only make her Worse. Like her former involvement w/ the Fatui #//Thas it #//Gal is going to girlboss too close to the goddang sun #//And have much fun screwing shit up for most anyone who deals with her while she's at it #//Thas the goal #//Most of this most other charas wouldn't know anyways; but this is for mun references ig #//And by mun I mean mostly me dkfjfngfgh #//Tldr on the notes; basically is info on her becoming aware that a lot of her childhood happened needlessly #//Based on stuff from one of Alhaitham's voiceline I learned after I first did the verse rundown lmao #//For ease of interactions; she's constantly journeying to get materials for her work and info on the order; so run ins could happen there #//But nothing we can't figure out proper in dms #//for sure; her original Big Goal that really sent her spiraling down the path of atrocities was the Wrong Way to go about her intents #//She does ultimately change her mind about using it to 'fix' her brother & becomes more centered on making herself stronger w/ it #//And for allies that'd WANT to subject themselves to it once finalized; but ye. She's sticking to inventing things as of then otherwise #//But yeah; just making that note bc leaving it implied didn't feel right. Mun does not equal muse; but I gotta make that clear #//Will write more about Da'Lun and the subject that changed her mind (Eliza) in a serpare post but for now this is it

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mayoonn · 27 days

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heyya! i saw u needing some1 to request so here i am 😈 imagine maki (from jjk) is from a family thats known for their alpha genes (yes. a/b/o universe.) and shes engaged with m!reader whom she thought is a female omega due to his pretty face + mid length hair. she couldnt do anything but froze infront of m!reader bcs she thinks that an angel has fallen (cheesy, i know.) but no, its not a fallen angel. ts a human being. maki is rough at reader first but cant help being smitten to reader liek shes ready to give the whole world for him. also could u add smut innit? any kinks r welcome ;) and and make maki a softdomtop!!!!@ im such a sucker for maki ong 😩 ANYWAYS have a great weekend :]]

Thank you, dear! Maki is so.. hfgghh ♡♡

I apologize if it's very late and if this story was a little rushed or doesn't make sense, I was in the hospital with my mom.. Don't worry, she is very well! She just had surgery (I'm suck at writing smut ಥ_ಥ)

(Male reader!!, smitten omega! reader, subbttm! reader, alpha! Maki, softdom! Maki, Maki has cock, reader has pussy and cock, feminization, nipple play, frottage, rough to soft vanilla sex)

Being an omega is a curse and a blessing for you at the same time, from getting special treatment to getting treated like a slut or an object sometimes. It was 0 to 100 real quick, you have to meet the right person or in this case, the right alpha. You were glad your parents weren't like those abusive or narcissistic as other Omegas are experienced before. You actually have a very decent and normal life, your parents taught you well especially about the alphas.

You believe that not all alphas are that horrible but often, you heard or even saw with your own eyes that you actually questioned yourself whether you should even mate with one. You are an independent, one truly rare to see in omegas so it's really a choice to have a mate. Your parents were worried that you'll end up alone all your life so they offered to set up an arrangement of alphas as your potential mate.

At first you were reluctant, you were afraid about your parents taste in alphas. Not that they had terrible taste, you were scared of what kind of alphas they are. You know how they can be but thinking of being alone for the rest of your life sounds depressing. You agreed nonetheless and your parents were very delighted. They were so excited that you were sure they already made a list..

For the first few dates, they were terrible. Just as you expected, one even sent death threats just because you weren't interested in.. "Open relationship". You frustratedly sighed when most of them were talking about themselves. Well at least you dodged big bullets there, you knew you'll regret when you mate one of them. Your mother comforts you, giving you hope to find a suitable mate while your father arranged your dates.

You were starting to give up until your father came in the room, running as he looked very very excited. You were skeptical, raising your brow at him and crossing your arm. You hoped it would be great news or you might as well give up on this whole mate thing. " well, you don't believe it but Maki Zenin accepted our arrangements! " your father exclaimed as both of you and your mother were shocked to hear this news.

Your face was flushed red as your mother hugged you, celebrating as if you actually achieved something. Well you did, Maki Zenin was a powerful woman and also her family was known for their alpha genes. You actually have a crush on Maki since forever, you didn't think this would've happened to you but it did. You have seen her fights, you even heard that she's actually very respectful and such a gentleman!!

If you could, you would be squealing right now like a high school girl getting love notes from her crush. Your father had told you the arrangement, usually date in the same restaurant as always on tomorrow night. You had to stay calm in front of your parents, you didn't want to look so excited when in the past, you repeatedly told them you don't even need or want a mate. It would be embarrassing, you went to your room and got your outfit ready. You even practiced in front of your mirror, you also don't want to be a stuttering mess in front of her, Maki Zenin! You pray that it'll end up well and you are happily married together and forever! ♡

Okay, maybe you were a bit delusional there.. The next day, you were waiting in the restaurant. You came way too early, you kept checking your hair and your attire. You actually did your best as much as you can, you want to impress her so hard.

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After months of courting her, you were both engaged and it was actually going pretty well. The first date, Maki thought you were a female omega with how much you actually cleaned yourself very well. She was flustered when you confronted her that you were a male but hey, she really hit the jackpot there. The way you talk with your soft tone, your eyes fluttering at her, your attire almost seen as an angel that has fallen from heaven. It's cheesy, she knows but she can't help but flirt with you. Your blush compliments your skin so much

That night, after your wedding and on your first honeymoon night was the night you lost your virginity to her. She was glad and appreciated that you waited for her for a long time and she won't hold back. You weren't surprised that she manhandled you so much, it actually turned you on. You were both naked on the bed as she said in hushed words in your ear while she prepared your pussy and stroking your cock. She kept edging you, fingering your hole so fast then slowing down when you were so so so close to cumming.

"Aww, I'm sorry baby but I want you to cum on my cock. Hmm, so sweet, " she smirked as you arched your back in pleasure, your hand gripping on her hand while the other was holding her other hand. It was romantic to you, you thought it was because even though she's so mean and being so rough on your pussy but she is actually so sweet. You tighten your grip as you moan louder, begging for release. Then she stopped and slowly pulled out her fingers from your gaping hole, you huff and pant as tears swelled in your eyes. Your cock twitching so hard, it was painful to hold it in but anything for your lover.

Your hole is gaping as if it was calling for her, you let go of her wrist and wrapped your arm around her neck. Your lips hovering hers as you slowly leaned and kissed. Maki traced her hands on your body, slowly from your chest then on your curves. She gripped your waist and started to devour your neck, marking and biting that it'll leave bruises. You were sure that it won't fade for weeks, you love how possessive she can get.

"Ahh~.. M-maki, please~..," you don't know why you begged for but you really need her. You feel like your body is heating up like a scorching fire. Maki hummed while she gently bit your nipples, playing with your chest. You lightly moaned and your brows furrowed, both of your naked bodies were sweating like crazy. "Baby boy~ be patient, I'll be gentle with you, " she chuckled as she gripped your thighs and pushed up, rubbing her cock to your hole. Your legs twitch every time her cock rubbed your entrance, the head of her cock threatened to push inside. You whimpered and pleaded as you buck your hips but Maki gripped on your thighs.

Your hands gripped onto the blanket behind you as you watched her cock sliding onto your pussy until she finally pushed it in. You arched your back and your eyes widened, your hole clamping on her cock. "Relax baby~ shh.. Shh, relax," she grunt while she rubbed your hips. Your eyes shut, your knuckles became white and slowly getting used to her size. It was bigger and more painful than you expected your first time to be.

After a few minutes of staying still, Maki slowly thrust her cock. You moaned, wrapping your hands around her neck again and nuzzled your head to her neck. Your feverishly moan and gasped were clearly heard from her ear, she grunt as she started to thrust hard. The slaps and your girlish moans can be heard from outside the room, your legs twitch while her cock drilling your inside as if she was rearranged your guts.

You squealed and moaned, bed creaking from how hard she thrust. Maki holds your hand as she whispers sweet nothing in your ear. She growled and soon your release came, the Milly and sticky white substance covered both your stomach and hers. Maki thrust harder than before and you mewled, pleading for her cum as your eyes rolled to the back. Not too long after your orgasm, she came inside. You gasped, feeling your womb were filled and you were pretty sure that your stomach bulged out a bit. Maki lay down on top of you, her cock still inside as she kissed the hickeys she gave in your neck. You grunt when she pulled out, her cum oozing out of your hole and you were too tired to do anything.

She went to the bathroom and came back with a wet rag and water for you, she helps you sit up and clean your body. She kissed your shoulder over and over again as you hummed, this was the best night you will not forget ♡

#bottom male reader #x bottom male reader #trans male reader #thanks anon!#anon!#alpha/omega #maki zenin #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk maki #female x reader #female x male reader #this is hot #alpha maki #omega reader #omega male reader

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comet-forgot-you · 3 months

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more power bottom! River🗣️‼️

i love ur writing btw bae 😸

power bottom!river x reader

summary: basically the request but its kinda soft at the end.

warnings: 18+ pls, smut, strap-on use, power bottom river, mean river, (why is she always mean in my fics, ill change some day), idk if theres more

a/n: im tired. pinterest is my best friend when it comes to river pics. goodnight.

it felt like it was never enough. it didnt matter how many times you had brought river over the edge, it felt like it was never enough to please her. she was insatiable, always so bossy when it came to sex, her words firm as she told you what to do. you didn’t mind though, every dominate word and rough tug at the hairs at the base of your neck sent hear rushing to your core.

“c’mon, baby, fuck me like you mean it.” river mumbles, clawing at your back as you pounded into her. the two of you had been going at it for hours, your strap abusing her cunt non-stop at her command. you let out huffs, your body sore from the constant movement. you hook your hands under her thighs, pushing them to meet her chest. she moans out at the new found angles you hit with every thrust.

“riv,” you whine out, hips stuttering. the base of the strap bumped your clit perfectly, the new position only furthering both of your pleasure. river’s palm meets your cheek in a harsh slap. your thrusts still for a split second as you process what had just happened before you cup your cheek, trying to soothe the stinging sensation it left behind. she tuts at your actions, pulling your wrist away.

“don’t you fucking stop.” she grips your chin in her hand, moans falling from her lips. you continue your pace, skin smacking against skin as you try to bring her to another orgasm. she lets out a huff, pressing her thumb against your tongue. “you’ll come when i do, understand?” you nod frantically, picking your pace up in a desperate attempt to reach your orgasm quicker.

you knew that if you were to cum before her, the punishment would be harsh. it had always been in the past. weeks without being able to touch her as she forced you to watch her come undone on her own fingers, another week of her leaving you hanging by a thread after hours of endless teasing, river was ruthless when it came to choosing her punishments, and you definitely didnt want to see that side of her any time soon.

her breath catches in her throat, thumb pressing down against your tongue even further. she was close, you were close, it was only a matter of time. your hand trails down the back of her thigh until it met her soaked cunt. a needy whine escapes your lips at the feeling, your thumb circling her pulsing clit.

“fuck! just like that.. fuck.. good job, shit. gonna cum,” her words are slurred and mixed in with the moans that fall freely from her lips. “come on baby, cum with me, yeah?” you nod, words unable to fall from your lips. partly because of her heavy thumb on your tongue, and partly because you’re too drunk on fucking river to form them.

river’s orgasm washes over her, loud moans leaving her lips. yours follows, your hips stuttering to a stop, bottom out inside of her. moans fall from both of your lips, her thumb falling from your mouth. you pant against her skin, slumped over as your orgasm washes through you. you let go of her legs and they wrap around your waist.

“one more, yeah? know you wanna fuck me again, baby,” she mumbles, rolling her hips into the strap. a deep groan escapes your lips as your press open mouthed kisses against her skin.

“yeah, wanna make you feel good,” you mumble, trying your best to roll your hips into hers. her fingers tangle inside of your hair, lightly scratching your scalp.

“unless my baby’s too tired for another round. ts’ okay baby,” she coos, tugging your hair lightly. “we don’t gotta go again,” you whine against her skin. you want to go again, you want to bring her pleasure, but you cant pick yourself up, can’t even form proper words. she hums as you lay your face down against her chest, skin against skin. “too tired, hmm?” the words a gentle, her legs unwrapping themselves from your waist. “ts’ okay. we can just lay here for a bit,” she mumbles, rubbing your tense shoulders. you hum, tracing different patterns on her hip. it didnt matter how mean river could get, she always knew your boundaries, always knew when to stop.

#mikey madison #mikey madison x reader #wlw smut #all souls #river x reader #all souls movie #river all souls #river #all souls smut #i want river

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jalwyn21 · 1 day

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Interesting that tree releases that article about being respectful (🙄) now. Maybe a sign that they finally realise all the bullying is just backfiring and they are now doing their usual "golly gee gosh, I didn't know anything about it, I've been respectful all this time, how was I to know that pushing ylm each time he showed his face would result in my fans trying to destroy his life, relationships, family, friends (female), and career 🥺".

Exactly !!!

TS incited harassment against Joe for the last year and abused the power imbalance between them as much as she could and now they are trying to wash their hands. 🙄🙄🙄

#free joe alwyn from psycho swifties #free joe alwyn #jalwyn #q&a #nonnie #joe alwyn #anti taylor swift #joealwyn #shit swifties say #toxic swifties #toxic taylor swift

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eighthdoctor · 7 months

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hey looooove the juicy detail of jaina taking away katherines right to capital punishment btw. its just really *chefs kiss* to be a fly on the wall during that political decision :eyes:

jaina @ katherine: hey mom im glad we're semi-reconciled BUT i do need to let you know that now that im not semi-suicidal im never gonna let you pull that shit ever again

oh yeah that was all very carefully considered and i'm so glad you picked up on it!!

jaina's emotions around what katherine did are COMPLICATED TO SAY THE LEAST, but she's very firm that someone who hands over judgement for capital crimes to a subordinate and then does not bother to follow up on what happened should not get to make those calls anymore.

at the same time, there's no way jaina is going to be reliably located a) in kul tiras or b) anywhere, actually, she's too fond of portals. so SOMEONE needs to be in charge of the day-to-day and that someone may as well be the person who's done a perfectly fine job with a few Major Exceptions for the last 25 years.

i may write, as its own ficlet or in a flashback, that whole sequence just because. yes yes calling the fleet home EXTREMELY good scene full of vibes now she's lord admiral, whatever you know what the royal navy has in spades? paperwork. it was never gonna just be ceremonial there's gotta be PAPERWORK ABOUT IT. so now they (+ tandred?) sit down in a room and like. how does this work when the lord admiral is also on call to solve this week's magical apocalypse. what about the bit where the previous lord admiral let her patsy throw the current one into hell. what about the bit where they're estranged mother-daughter because nobody has really processed daelin's death!!! WHAT about the bit where jaina's ENTIRE REASON (...stated, suicide-by-admiralty an incidental side effect) for coming home was to bring kul tiras BACK into the alliance, a polity which ate daelin and derek? what about it. revolving them in my head.

they're both now trying hard to recreate a relationship but jaina was TEN when she went to dalaran (...give or take, i go back and forth on 10 or 15, point being, YOUNG) and 20 when daelin died and now she's 45 and Some Things Have Happened and it's just. holy shit. now what.

#asks for ts #Anonymous #the power to manipulate belief #fucked up family dynamics that aren't really abuse but SURE AREN'T HEALTHY my beloved

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jewishbarbies · 7 months

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Was combing your anti- TS tag and saw you said that she abused Joe and him standing up for himself caused the break up. Clearly, I missed something. What went on there? (I don't really follow her all that closely, just occasionally get reminded she annoys me and go into the tag to feel validated lol)

via her songs, she admits to threatening to cheat on him in order to get more attention from him. while still together she wrote “bejeweled” where she talks about telling ‘the band’ that she ‘doesn’t remember’ if she has a boyfriend when they flirt with her. she admitted to orchestrating whatever she had to in order to trick him into dating her and thinking it happened naturally, and she bragged about tricking him, Joe Goldberg style. then when they broke up, she purposely ran with the ‘controlling boyfriend stifled a hot and powerful woman’ pr strategy to further degrade him and debase him in the media, which is abuser behavior imo, and said she was “happier than ever” while openly dating her rebound white supremacist to hurt Joe.

it sounds like she wanted him because she thought he was hot and then when he said he wanted a quiet and private life, she pretended to want that too in order to keep him long enough so that he’d be too in love with her to break up and change his mind, so that she’d get what she wanted in the end. but he seemed to fall out of love with her the more she got back in the spotlight and was Taylor Swift™️ the musician 24/7 and not taylor swift the woman he fell in love with, and then finally he ended things and she tried to make it seem like it was mutual despite her obvious anger/regret. if rumors are true, she started seeing matty before she broke up with Joe, because they reconnected months before the breakup (and I think some time before midnights dropped, which explains ‘bejeweled’, and makes ‘the band’ the 1975).

#Asks #anonymoose #anti taylor swift #swifties dni

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monkiebois · 8 months

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ts nezha and mk. both togethor and seperate something something- young characters born with extravagent power, both with the power of gods, both with connections to the earth and nature, both with a sort of innocent and pure aura yet still embodies the chaotic side of childhood. yet one was hurt and abused, scars litter his body from his 'crimes' of being nothing but a misguided and hurt child. and then he looks at his little sibling. see's himself reflected in those little eyes and promises not to let anyon hurt them.something something im so sane about them

#nezha #tangled star #mk #qi xiaotian #a woven song #music #Youtube

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sinsandsweetness · 7 months

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hey t, 🍒 here!!! i’ve seen 🧸 and bby’s messages and it’s kinda made me feel a bit braver to let this out. i recently turned 18 (like 3 months ago) and my further geography teacher has been kinda perving on me 😭 like don’t get me wrong he’s not bad looking and i’d def SMASH but i feel like it’s a bit off since he’s taught me since i was 16. and it’s not just normal ish stuff like he calls me baby and babygirl (tbf tho he calls everyone nicknames, never that though), and he was helping me out with something the other day and his hand was on my thigh. i feel kinda grossed out but i kinda want him uhhh what do i do??? ts so wrong but like sorta hot ughhh do you have any advice because i feel super objectified but i really want his attention because his subject is important to me and also it does seem like he really cares abt me but i’m still really unsureeee

Hi sweetie <3

I want to be super super clear about this and I don’t want you to think I’m being mean in any way. I just have really strong feelings about your situation.

He’s grooming you.

The fact that he’s your teacher, while the situation might be hot in your mind, would be abusing his power over you. It’s beyond creepy that he has known you since 16 and now that you’re of legal age, is making uncomfortable moves on you. He’s an authority figure and he knows better than to be talking to you that way and touching you that way. I assume he’s in his 30s or 40s and when it comes to maturity, there is a HUGE difference between 18 and 30. Even between 18 and 21, I myself am an entirely different person than I was at 18. Your frontal lobe isn’t even fully developed by 25. I know that might not feel good to hear but it’s true.

To put it blunt, your teacher is a creep. If you were 30 and doing your masters or your phd, I might feel differently. But you’re not. You’re freshly 18 and he’s your teacher.

Don’t go for this. Don’t do it. Don’t romanticize it. Don’t convince yourself that you need to sleep with an older guy just because anyone else is. Or even just because you have convinced yourself that you want to. You said yourself that it grosses you out and makes you feel objectified. That is enough for me to see you don’t actually want this. You just want some form of attention and validation that sleeping with him would bring.

Spoiler alert, it won’t. In fact, it’ll probably make you feel worse. It will make you feel even more objectified.

I slept with guys back at 18 for the sole purpose of attention. Looking back now, there are things I did that I definitely wish I hadn’t. And they weren’t even any older than me.

And sweetie… you’re still a kid. Like you said, you can’t even drink yet. There’s no way for me to look at this situation and feel that sleeping with him or pursuing him is a good idea.

It’s not.

Next time he makes an uncomfortable comment or touches you like that, you should probably bring it up with your principle or some other trusted staff member.

I say all of this with immense kindness and concern in my heart.

Be safe my love <3

#🍒 anon #serious talks with t #inbox

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