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linghxr · 9 months

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My late summer 2023 cdrama updates (+ movies)

This is a follow-up to a previous post I published in February. I'm thinking of doing twice-yearly updates on what I'm watching! I'm also including a few movies this time.

I'm going to try to include content warnings, BUT my memory is not perfect, so please be aware that I may have forgotten details.

Shows I've watched: Some of these were mentioned as "currently watching" in my previous post.

《消失的孩子》 The Disappearing Child As the title suggests, this show is a mystery about a child who goes missing. It also incorporates other plotlines that gradually converge—that's all I'll say to avoid spoiling it. The payoff when the plotlines finally intersect was so satisfying! Overall I really enjoyed this show and highly recommend it. Be aware that it does have references to sexual assault and corpses (I don't think anything was directly shown).

《猎罪图鉴》 Under the Skin This show is about a sketch artist, a police detective, and an old murder case that connects them. I enjoyed the first half, which mostly chronicled stand-alone cases. But I found some cases hard to follow (disclaimer: my police vocab is limited, and I took several breaks while watching). Frankly I was a bit disappointed by the ending, so I don't think I'll watch the upcoming second season. Warning: contains some depictions of sexual assault and domestic violence.

《她和她的她》 Shards of Her To avoid spoiling anything, I'll just say that this show is about a woman who, after experiencing a traumatic accident, wakes up in an alternate version of her life. This show had me constantly doubting what was real and what was fake! I really couldn't get it out of my head. BUT I ultimately wouldn't recommend it due to what I found to be pretty disturbing sexual violence. I don't think there was anything too graphic, but I had to take significant breaks between episodes due to the upsetting content.

《镇魂》 Guardian I knew virtually nothing about this show (I thought it was steampunk tbh) but had heard good things. It's hard to summarize...basically it follows a police bureau that handles supernatural cases and, with some help from a mysterious, powerful envoy, saves the world. My favorite part was the first half, when they were mostly solving stand-alone cases. I got a bit fatigued during the second half. But it was perfect for when I wanted to unwind after work. Warning: the ending left me upset, and the special effects are hilariously bad.

《模仿犯》 Copycat Killer This is probably one of the most violent and death-heavy shows I've ever seen (and that's coming from someone who has seen Criminal Minds and part of Hannibal). It's about an unconventional prosecutor and a sadistic serial killer who uses the media to cause mass panic. Without spoiling it, I'll just say you need to be prepared for murder, torture, suicide, and other violent imagery. This show is not for the faint of heart—I could barely finish it, honestly. There are no happy endings for this kind of show.

Movies I've watched:

《想见你》（电影版） Someday or One Day (Movie) This long-anticipated film adaptation was a letdown for me personally. Instead of simply condensing the show, they made A LOT of changes. I'm not against changes, but the plot of the movie was way too confusing for me to follow. I'm not even going to try summarizing it here. If you haven't seen the show, I think you'll be completely lost. If you have seen the show, you'll be wishing you were rewatching the show instead.

《消失的她》 Lost in the Stars I'll admit, I only went to see this to see 朱一龙. The premise is very Hitchcock—a man is nearly driven over the edge after his wife vanishes and a woman he has never met appears, claiming to be his wife. There are lots of twists and turns, and I did not see the ending coming at all. Personally, I wish it had less action and more elements of a psychological thriller. It was a fun summer movie, but it wasn't anything groundbreaking. But that's OK!

《关于我和鬼变成家人的那件事》 Marry My Dead Body I barely knew anything about this film before I watched it. I only knew it had 许光汉, and I saw a lot of buzz online. It's about a homophobic police officer who enters into a ghost marriage with a (male) ghost. Frankly, I didn't like it that much. I did enjoy seeing the characters' growth, but the plot was very fast-paced, so I didn't have time to process anything that happened. Please note: there is rear nudity and some limited depictions of sex.

Currently watching:

《隐秘的角落》 The Bad Kids After hearing about how great this show is for years, I'm finally checking it out. I've only seen the first episode so far, but I'm really excited to see what's to come! It's about three children who accidentally film a murder. That's really all I know at this point.

《我们与恶的距离》 The World Between Us I haven't even finished the first episode of this show yet. I started it but decided to pause because I felt like I was juggling too many shows. I plan to revisit it after I finish some other shows. I know it's about the aftermath of a mass shooting, so I'm expecting it to be very grim.

《不良执念清除师》 Oh No! Here Comes Trouble I saw a lot of praise for this show online. It's a bit odd but in an endearing way. It follows a young man who discovers he inherited a mystical power after all sorts of strange beings start coming to him for help. So far the only thing I disliked was the gore.

《你的孩子不是你的孩子》 On Children This show is kind of like Black Mirror but with the theme of troubled parent-child relationships. Each episode is practically a movie, and I have only finished one so far. If you are not on good terms with your parents, it may bring up some painful memories.

Potentially abandoning:

《理智派生活》 The Rational Life I started this drama because I was curious about the premise—a professional woman's ups and downs in the workplace. There is also a slow romance (a 姐弟 romance since the male lead is much younger). However, after finishing episode 23 out of 35, the thought of watching 12 more episodes kinda fills me with dread.

《你安全吗？》 Are You Safe? This show is about "vigilante" hackers and the antics they get up to. It's supposed to raise awareness for cybersecurity. Honestly I don't think I have made any progress on this show since my last post...! I may just abandon it because there are a lot of other shows that have more successfully caught my interest.

I can't wait to share another update on what I'm watching/have watched in 6 months or so!

#my watchlist #cdrama #cdramas #chinese drama #taiwanese drama #I have a bad habit of seeing people mention some show/movie/webnovel and diving into it knowing next to nothing #I'm also watching 披荆斩棘2 but I'm not including reality shows in this #吴慷仁 is in EVERYTHING #I was so shocked by the 炎亚纶 cameo in 关于我和鬼变成家人的那件事 #I'm used to cancelled celebs being scrubbed from the internet #yes it includes 许光汉's butt #can someone explain to me why the wig budget for some of these shows is so low #cough guardian and 她和她的她 cough #like we're talking party city type wigs #the kids on the bad kids are so adorable #I hope they will be OK

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leahnardo-da-veggie · 1 month

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The Lich-Queen, pt1

I stared down at my would-be fiancé, a smirk playing on my lips. "So, this is all the little butterfly has in him? How pitiful," I murmured, dragging my sword against his chest, tearing the fine silk of his shirt.

His eyes were bloodshot, rims red with tears. He trembled like a newborn calf, ripe for the eating. “Iraela,” he hissed. “You bitch. Someday, somewhere, someone will kill you.”

“Duke Tamaris,” I said, savouring the taste of his name. It was sour and hateful, like the bile that burst forth when I sunk my teeth into liver. “I was a bitch when I undid the embroidery in Ramaeria's court dress. I think we've gone quite a bit further than that, don't you? I think I might even warrant being called a monster, or perhaps an eldritch horror. Do you mind redoing that scene again? I'll start: So, this is all the little butterfly has in him?”

When he did not respond, I snickered. “In any case, by the time I get my just deserts, you will be long dead. I will have consumed Ceredell, and all of its people. Everything and everyone you love will be lost to the eternal sleep.”

He met my gaze defiantly, biting his lip to keep from crying. I could smell the blood in his beating chest, and it excited me. “Of course,” I continued, dropping to my knees and straddling his chest, “I might let you live, if you swear fealty to me. I could always use a human manservant.” Idly, I traced his cheek with a claw.

Tamaris' weaselly face twisted into a grimace. “You piece of shit,” he snarled, jerking his head away from me. “I would rather die than bow to a necromancer like you.” He hawked up a bit of spit and tried to aim it at me. It missed entirely.

“I think you have misunderstood my meaning entirely,” I purred, running my claws down his throat, where his lifeblood pulsed. “You will be mine, whether you live or not. The only choice you have, and the last choice you will ever make, is if you wish to live under me, or undie under me.”

Understanding flashed through his eyes, and with it, despair. “You- So that's why…” He trailed off, suddenly uncertain.

I grinned at him, leaning forward, until our noses touched. “That's right, my lordling. Silly little Ram decided she'd rather throw herself and her husband into the void than watch her darling sister charm the world into submission,” I purred.

Tamaris managed a scoff. “You? Charm? A hairy octopus could be more charming,” he said.

“I'm plenty charming,” I told him, affecting affront, “Why, if I carved someone's eyes out, they'd still smile at the sight of me! Besides, you were willing to marry me, you know. That took quite a bit of charming.”

He shook his head violently, as though waving the memories away. “You want me to serve as your… What? Slave? Bodyguard? Personal plaything? What do you want, Iraela?” Tamaris' face resumed its pout.

He was rather cute like that, I thought idly. In another time, another world, perhaps I would have actually asked for his hand, rather than taking it straight off his wrist. “All three, perhaps,” I replied. “Or maybe not the bodyguard bit. You would make a terrible warrior, you know. Far too skinny and weak.”

“Give me a moment to think about it,” Tamaris said, a transparent ploy to bide for time. The man I loved would never bow to me, I thought wistfully.

Ah, what did it matter? I had already won. I could indulge his fancies a tad. “Sure,” I murmured, sliding off his chest. “I give you until sundown, my dearest duke. Then you will be mine.”

I left him there, tied down and guarded by my revenants, and walked out to the window.

It was a dark and stormy night.

Actually, that was wrong. A night that majestic deserved more than an old cliché.

Dark clouds gathered across the sky like a pillow smothering a little child, rain like the gods' tears pelting the torn-up streets. It was pain. It was power.

It was a night to reign by.

I surveyed my new territory. Revenants and ghouls were busying up the courtyard, preparing it for my coronation. It was something out of a gothic teen's wet dream, all muted reds and blues, bruises on a lover's thigh.

A ghoul hobbled up to me, carrying a letter. “Lich-Queen,” he sqwaked, “The Spirit Empress responded. She wishes to come here, directly, and witness your coronation.”

My face lit up. “Well, tell her she's more than welcome to! The more, the merrier! And do make sure to procure some fresh meat for her, then. The rotting stuff just won't do for such prestigious company,” I told him. “Run off, Death-in-me, and be quick about it.”

Death-in-me made a vague approximation of a salute, and leaped off the roof to do my bidding. I watched him go, and began my slow glide to the main gate.

I had stolen some noblewoman's court dress, a stiff-necked thing with a high, webbed collar. It was resplendent with black pearls and purple embroidery. I had made sure to compliment her corpse on her wonderful taste after reanimating her.

My coronation would be a thing of legend. Already, the whole of Ceredell had fallen to me. My silly elder sister, prophetic oracle that she was, had thought to halt my rise to the throne by splintering Ceredell, fracturing the kingdom into little city-states, but it had done nothing but speed my progress up.

I paused at the stairs, wondering if she had known I would be the one to betray her. Had she known the whole time, whilst she held me to her bosom, smiled that gentle smile? Had she known that even her last-ditch attempt to save the country would fail so spectacularly? A grim thought struck me. Had her suicide been nothing but a smokescreen, to hide her true plan for stopping my reign?

I would not put it past her. Ram was smart, for all that she looked dreamy and lost in another world. I had not thought she would be the sort to falter on her final shot. There had to be something up her sleeve.

I shook my head to clear the thoughts, and strode down the stairs. My Void-touched sister's ghost would not be allowed to haunt my coronation. It was going to be perfect, everything I had dreamed of as a lost girl running through the woods, as the young woman overshadowed by her soothsaying sister, as the budding necromancer who finally had the means to greatness.

#Been hyping this one up for a while haha #Quite pleased with Ire's inner voice #She's just the right mix of batshit evil and pleasantly funny #my stuff #writeblr #writing #my writing #creative writing #writerscommunity #writing community #spilled ink #fantasy #short story

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treysimp · 2 years

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Violent Delights (Part 1)

GN!Reader/Yandere!Cater Diamond (Explicit)

Part 1 (This Part!) // Part 2 // Part 3 (Coming Soon)

Well, I tricked myself into another one lads. Pour one out for me thinking that I can control myself around anime boys. This might end up having at least a part two because I am a mess.

Tags: smut, yandere, masturbation, unhealthy behavior, obsessive behavior, reader's body not described nor are pronouns used.

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It felt like fate, really.

His life had been black and white, monotone and bleak. It was a constant game of hiding his feelings, and his intentions, masking every thought with a giggle and a smile.

It was like a game, but not a fun one. The kind of game you get stuck playing to keep someone else distracted long enough to pass the time with less idle conversation. A distraction. Not an unwanted one, just bland, boring, and mostly useless.

That was until you burst into his life.

At first glance, you did seem so normal.

There was nothing that clearly set you apart from any other Night Raven student. You were cute of course, there was no denying that. However, as soon as Cater saw the ripple effect that your arrival had on the school as a whole, his idle interest turned into fascination.

Life was finally worth paying attention to. The lifeless day-to-day he had been trudging through his whole life had become a flurry of color and excitement. It was fascinating and exhilarating, and somehow you were always at the center of it.

A person probably couldn't get into more trouble if they tried. You were constantly making enemies and friends. The poor magic-less Prefect of the Ramshackle Dorm always seemed to tangle themselves into yet another carefully constructed web of lies, resentment and deceit on the daily. Your action ultimately unraveling even the most carefully designed plots.

Cater was thinking of you constantly. Wondering what you were doing, who you were talking to, wishing that you were talking to him instead.

He found himself idly checking your MagiCam account for updates whenever he had nothing to do. His fingers would automatically type in your username to see if you had posted something new in the last five minutes.

Whenever you add another gorgeous snapshot of you and your infectious smile, your sardonic sense of humor, he felt hypnotized. He would stare at the ways your eyes crinkle when you smiled, the way you knitted your brows in disapproval in candid shots, and how you covered your mouth with your hand to hide your laughter during a particularly chaotic moment. Heavenly, all of it was.

He was the first to admit that whatever these feelings could truly be called, they weren’t a good look. If someone else heard all of the thoughts that passed through his head they would wonder what was wrong with him. That was okay, he only needed you. He had decided to call these feelings ‘love’, regardless of what anyone else might think. It was romantic after all, like a fairy tale.

Daily, he would regularly spend time obsessing about how he would ‘accidentally’ run into you today. Luckily for him, you spent a lot of time with his underclassmen, so you were in Heartslabyul often. Unluckily for him, you knew his underclassmen and they were the reason you visited so often.

He restrained a frown when he would see one of tweedle-dumb and tweedle-dumber touch you, or call your name too familiarly, or look at you too long, or talk to you for more than a minute at a time. No one else knew that you two were soulmates yet, but that’s okay because he did.

Cater had devoted his time memorizing your habits, likes and dislikes. It would be worth it when you had a bad day and he could surprise you with your favorite dessert, when you were sad he would know exactly why, and someday he would buy you every gift you had your eye on, just to prove that he knew you so well.

One day he noticed that you weren’t using your favorite pencil to write. Your pen strokes were less sure and steady and your brows knit into a frown of concentration.

Thankfully he prepared for these kinds of eventualities.

Cater silently walked behind your seated form, holding a pencil identical to your favorite in hand. Kneeling down to the ground and then pretending to pick the pencil back up with an audible clatter, he quietly cleared his throat to get your attention.

“Did you drop this, Prefect?” He asked, extending the pencil to you. You had lost this pencil the other day, left it somewhere probably. That was okay though, he was here for you.

Your eyes lit up when you saw your pencil, gently taking it from Cater's hand.

“Oh my gosh! I thought I had lost this! Thank you for picking it up.” Your smile was sweet and breathtaking.

Cater felt himself reaching to stroke your cheek, but he was able to divert his hand to clap you on the shoulder at the last second instead.

“Any time! You know I’ve got you!” Cater said with a wink.

He took the opportunity of his hand being so near your head to mess up your hair and laugh at your grumbles of dissatisfaction and half-hearted attempts to swat his hand away. Despite all of this, you were still smiling.

“I know, Cater. Thank you.”

Cater gave you a final ‘yeah, yeah’ while he walked away, covering his face with a sleeve to hide the flush that had spread from his nose to his ears.

You were something else. It was too early to tell you that he loved you, but it was getting harder to resist every day. He just needed to bide his time for the perfect moment.

You deserve no less.

Any time he was lucky enough to get a glimpse of you in the halls he felt like his breath was taken away, every other person and thing dimming from his view as if a spotlight had shone itself on you and you alone. His heart would beat like crazy the whole time, but he had to take the opportunity to talk to you. Missing a single second of your attention seemed unthinkable.

Today you had done something different to your hair and something else was implacably off about you as well. It looked like you tried to look nice for someone.

Shoving down the stab of fear and anger that thought elicited from him, he knew he needed to go say hi. Cater had no idea why you looked so gorgeous today, but you were truly perfect. He knew that you wouldn’t betray your future love like that, he was just overthinking it. Clearly, there was a reasonable explanation.

Plastering on a smile, Cater ran up behind you, swinging an arm around your shoulders as he snapped as many pictures of your surprised face as he could manage.

How could he help it? You were just so cute.

"Smile for the cam!" He giggled, taking the opportunity to quickly peck on your cheek for the photo op. He was going to save this one in particular.

You yelped but quickly settled back into laughter as you played along with him and mirrored his pose. After he stopped snapping pics, you turned towards him and poked him in the side.

"Cater!" You admonished him, crossing your arms and lips forming into a pout "You scared me!"

"Aww, but you look so cute when you're scared! How can I resist?" He replied, scrolling through the tens of pictures he took and sorting them into 'good', 'okay', and 'delete'.

Cater's bright gaze flicked back up to you with a wink, reveling in the way your own eyes slightly widened at his action.

You slapped him on the arm, pursing your lips and smoothing your hair back into place.

Cater arched a brow, maybe you were trying to look good for something after all.

“You’re looking extra done up today, finally decided to confess to me?” He teased, praying in his heart that the answer was ‘yes’.

He knew you would never admit that though. You were far too shy to make the first move on him, and that was another reason he trusted you so much. Even if another pretty face caught your eye, you wouldn’t be the one coming onto them. He just needed to look out for anyone that got the silly idea in their brain that they were allowed to come on to you.

"You're such a tease." You said, sticking out your tongue at him and crossing your arms. “Crowley is forcing me to tour some VIPs on the campus later today, and he told me that if I ‘stopped looking like Cinderella’s cleaning rag’ he would add a good chunk of Thaumarks to my food budget for the month.” You said with a sigh, voice leaking out the bitterness you felt at being forced to play a chipper student that wasn’t forced to comply by circumstance.

While Cater had felt a wash of relief in his heart upon hearing the very practical reason you dressed up, he also had lost his brain in a dreamy fugue upon peeking at the soft muscle of your tongue. Thinking about all the things you could do with said tongue made him bite his lip. You really had no idea what you did to him, huh?

"Is that so?" He said with a smirk, taking the opportunity to poke you in the ribs in the same spot you had jabbed him. "Then how about we go somewhere this weekend? Just you and me? It sounds like you need a break."

"Oh, like a date?" You teased, slowly evolving your pokes into an all-out poking war as you and Cater giggled trying to dodge the movements of the other. “Are you confessing to me?” You threw back coyly, imitating the same intonation he had used just a moment earlier.

"If you want it to be a date, I guess I could consider telling you about my undying love." Cater said, not joking in the slightest.

You seemed to still for a moment in thought. After a split second of staring a bit too deeply into Cater’s glimmering green eyes, as if searching for something, you forced yourself to stare at a far away cobblestone instead as you answered with a wavering voice.

"Might as well?" You hadn’t meant it as a question, but it came out as one.

Cater all out squealed as he pulled you into a bone-crushing hug. Just as quickly as he glommed himself onto you, he released you in a dizzyingly burst of conflicting energy, eyebrows furrowed at the face of his watch. He was suddenly reminded that he had a class to get to (sadly) and while he didn’t mind being late for class, he would feel bad if you got in trouble because he was distracting you.

He had briefly reconsidered this thought process in the beginning as he wanted to offer to tutor you, but you were doing well in school on your own, and if you get detention all that did was take more time out of your day that he could be potentially spending with you.

Even if it was just you, your little firstie-friends, and himself being quiet in the lounge, as long as you could be near him, it was worth it. Once again shaking that tangent from his mind, Cater grabbed your hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze before he began running down the hallway, yelling over his shoulder at you before he got too far.

"I'll text you the deets, 'kay? Come by my room later!" Cater hollers as he takes off at a full sprint for his next class.

You stood in the hallway feeling stunned. You could feel that your face was burning, your eyes felt defocused and glassy and you nervously wring your hands together, looking down at where Cater’s hand had touched yours just a second prior.

"...a real date?" You mumbled aloud, hugging your arms around yourself in flustered nervousness. He was just being friendly like he was with everyone... right?

Cater's heart was beating out of his chest. Not only was he able to touch you multiple times and in multiple places today, but you had also agreed to a date AND to visit his room.

He had initially run off to go to class, but the incessant beating of his heart and burning of his body alerted him to another problem he had to address before anyone noticed.

Spotting the nearest lavatory, he stepped inside, intentionally slowing his gait and trying to catch his breath to be as inconspicuous as possible. Taking a beat, he saw no one and heard nothing. Perfect.

Slipping into an empty stall, he closed the latch as quickly as his shaking hands could allow. Biting his lip to the point it risked breaking skin, he unbuckled his belt and flipped his phone open. His gaze was met with the pictures he had just taken of the two of you in the hall. Your mouth was making a flattering little ‘O’ in surprise to the cheek kiss he had been able to plant on you.

Your skin was so soft under his lips. You smelled like the earth after the rain and freshly bloomed lavender in the spring.

Being so close to you was addicting. By the time you had escalated to playfully poking him, he had to consciously keep every muscle in his body coiled tight to keep from touching every inch of you he could.

He wondered how the rest of you would feel under his hands, what sounds you would make, and what words you would say. He imagined you saying his name, breathless between hurried kisses and shivering from need as he pulled every garment from your body.

Pulling himself out of his boxer briefs with a hiss, it was clear that he was painfully hard. Beginning to softly tease and stroke the skin of the head of his dick, Cater shivered slightly while imagining that it was you doing it.

You would look shyly up your lashes as you repeatedly asked him ‘is that okay?’ or ‘does that feel good?' and he would nod in agreement while placing his hand over yours to make you go faster, grip tighter.

Biting his lip as he scrolled through more photos he had taken of the two of you, he paused on one that had caught you with your shirt partially unbuttoned, clavicle exposed, looking so so perfect to sink his teeth into.

He imagined gripping his hand around your neck to restrict your breathing as he dug bruises into your skin with his mouth, groaning at how good he was making you feel and how much you loved him. Loved him more than anyone. He felt the same, he loved you more than everyone, and everyone else needed to know that too before they got any funny ideas in their heads.

His hand had sped up to a messy beat.

In a moment of desperation, he pulled the collar of his dress shirt into his mouth to stifle his moans. He felt the coil inside of him grow tighter and tighter, his legs shook, his arm cramped, and then relief came in a burst of bliss so strong that he was seeing stars behind his lids.

It felt good, but he knew that it was nothing compared to you.

Wrinkling his nose as he wiped his release off of his hand, Cater threw the paper in the toilet and flushed.

Slowly tucking his tender length back in his pants, he fixed his clothes and washed his hands, mentally making a list of what he needed to prepare for your visit tonight and your ‘date’ on the weekend.

He was going to do anything to have you. He was going to do everything it took to make those dreams a reality if it killed him.

This fic was inspired by the incredibly hot fanart below.

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saellefanwork · 3 months

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𝐄𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐬

Kamado Tanjiro x DemonSlayer!F!Reader x (Past) Rengoku Kyojuro

Reminder: This Demon Slayer fic is rated Explicit (adults only) for canon-typical violence and, disturbing and explicit sexual content

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Chapter 1: The Shadow of the Fiancé

After the devastating loss of your fiancé, Rengoku Kyojuro, your world shattered irreparably. In your darkest hours, it was your cherished and devoted friend, Tanjiro, who became your anchor, vowing to care for you just as he had promised his late master. His love for you burned bright, carrying the hope that someday you might return his affections.

However, as you embarked on an intimate relationship with Tanjiro, your depression intensified, and the shadow of your past fiancé continued to haunt you every night.

Author Note: This work draws inspiration from "Whoever You Want Me to Be" by myprettydarlings on AO3. I highly recommend giving it a look. However, right from the beginning, this fic will take a different direction. Also, if you haven't noticed, this is rated explicit, so please proceed carefully.

Rest assured, despite all the heavy themes, this story will ultimately have a happy ending.

Warning Tags: Post Mugen Arc, Grief, Sad, Angst, Depression, Mental Breakdown, Toxic relationship, Dubious consent, Oral sex, Vaginal sex, Bottom Kamado, Top Reader, Orgasm denial/delay (someone doesn't finish), did I say sad already?

How long had it been since the death of Rengoku Kyojuro, the Flame Pillar? Too long, considering everything that had transpired since that tragic event. Yet, Tanjiro remembered it as vividly as if it had occurred yesterday – the fateful night when blood and tears had flowed like a river. The abyssal despair he had felt that moment could be summoned with just a thought. A sorrow that had found its equal only in your wails and cries, as if you were the one agonizing... and not your fiancé.

"Watch over her for me, Kamado my boy. She loves you as much as she loves me. And I already know that you adore her as much as I do," his master had whispered from his bloodied lips, not long before taking his final breath. His ruby and gold embers were dimly glowing in the light of the last sunrise he would ever see.

Every time Tanjiro contemplated this last wish, still freshly etched in his memory despite the passage of time, tears welled up in his eyes. Oh, how much he missed his Aniki. How mistaken this kind, brave, and strong man had been when he uttered those final words...

"Kyojuro!" you called out in despair, clutching the burgundy-haired Slayer’s sleepshirt, trying to rouse a reaction from him. You had just experienced a nightmare – the same haunting dream that replayed every night. A dream where your beloved would die, killed by an Upper Moon near a train crash.

You sought reassurance, but the person lying next to you seemed lost in thought, deaf to your pleas.

"Kyojuro!" you insisted, shaking him so forcefully that his hanafuda earrings jingled against the mattress.

Tanjiro snapped back to reality and gazed at you with a sorrowful expression. He finally pulled you into his arms, his hands gripping your back tightly, almost to the point of discomfort. How many nights had this painful charade repeated itself? He needed to summon the courage to confront you about this matter, and he had to remain resolute despite your resistance and distress. This could no longer continue.

"No, love...," he whispered to you gently but firmly. "It's not Kyojuro... it's Tanjiro. Rengoku-san is..."

Your eyes widened in shock, and you shook your head violently, pushing him away and covering your ears with your hands. "No! Don't say anything! Why are you doing this to me, Kyojuro? Reassure me like you usually do, please! I'm scared."

Seeing you in this state always shattered his heart. That's why he had been playing this role night after night. But recently, even during the day, you had started to mix his name with that of your deceased fiancé, despite you being the one who had asked him to go out with you after the funerals. Tanjiro had reached his limit. He felt that if he didn't stop now, a part of him would cease to exist for good.

"My love, please... I can't pretend to be him any longer... I can't take it anymore. I've done everything to replace him, but in the end, no matter what I do, I'm just Kamado Tanjiro."

He knew you could hear him, but you remained huddled within yourself, eyes closed, brows furrowed, and fists clenched above your ears. Despite his legendary patience, Tanjiro felt at his wit's end. He couldn't count how many times this scene had replayed itself. Desperation gnawed at him as he grasped your wrists firmly, attempting to coax you to face him.

"Please, just listen..."

"No!!"

"I don't want to hurt you either. I love you, and I wish to be with you, but I've tried everything, and your condition is only deteriorating. I don't know what else to do, so maybe we should sto–..."

To his awe, you broke free from his grip and forcefully pushed him down onto the futon, holding his hands above his head. Your raw strength took him aback. Despite the fact that you were a Slayer too, you had always appeared delicate, often relying on poison like your master, the Insect Pillar, did. Your eyes, locked with his, seemed haunted by an unspeakable fear.

The fear of him leaving you, just as Kyojuro had.

His heart skipped a beat when you pressed your mouth against his, in a kiss as passionate as it was desperate. This was unlike any kiss you'd shared before. While he knew he should have resisted, he couldn't deny the bittersweet, almost painful pleasure this deep and long-awaited kiss brought him. Instead of pulling away from your grasp, his fingers cautiously interlocked with yours.

You only briefly parted your lips from his, letting him catch his breath like a drowning man emerging for air in a turbulent sea.

"No, Tanjiro... There's one thing you haven't done yet," you whispered to him.

The Slayer's eyes widened, his heart pounding, thinking he might have misheard. You had just called him by his real name for the first time in nearly a week, and it was during the night, no less... although the circumstances were unsettling. Hearing his name on your glistening lips and seeing you look at him as if he were the center of your universe, he knew he was a goner. He loved you too much to leave you now.

Sensing that you could persuade him to stay, you resumed your urgent kisses that clouded his mind, while guiding one of his hands to your waist and the other to your chest. He gasped in surprise at your forwardness, his eyes wide open. He had never dared touching you like this before, and you had never invited him. At least, not while saying his name.

"Make me yours, Kyo – no, Tanjiro... don't hold back," you commanded him, a strange gleam in your eyes, as if you were oscillating between the realms of dreams and reality.

Tanjiro appeared hesitant, his voice murmuring your name with a bewildered expression. You seemed utterly desperate, mixing the name of the man you loved so dearly with his own, which he had longed to hear you whisper with the same affection... It was hard for him to deny you, considering he had desired you for as long as he had known you, though he'd always concealed his feelings.

As he stood there, frozen and indecisive, you took charge, deftly unbuttoning his nightshirt. His breath quickened, yet he offered no resistance. Soon, his muscular chest was bared in the soft moonlight. He was as well built as Kyojuro... although the man before you was shorter, and the scars adorned his frame in different places. Your hands roamed his torso, your current vision overlapping with memories of another body, one you could never touch again. To mask your confusion, you proceeded to undo your top. Still immobilized, Tanjiro's gaze followed your every move as you unbuttoned your shirt, revealing the binding encasing your breasts, which you hadn't removed before sleeping. He seemed to snap back to reality when you started to loosen them, his grip stopping your hands for a moment.

"Baby, I'm not sure if this is a good idea," he protested.

In response, you freed yourself from his hold and let the binding fall, uncovering your bust in one fluid motion. The coolness of the night air and the anticipation had already caused the pink tips of your bosom to harden. Jaws slightly agape, Tanjiro's gaze was immediately drawn to them, although he quickly forced himself to close his eyes to break the spell. He felt your lips on him once more, feverishly exploring his mouth and neck, as you guided both his hands onto your exposed skin. Instinctively, he gripped your breasts, pinching your prominent nipples between his fingers, and you moaned while sucking his tongue, sending shivers along his spine.

"Ha... K..."

You almost uttered "Kyojuro" again but stopped just in time. Tanjiro must have noticed because you sensed him tense under you. To divert his attention, you pressed your groin against the painfully hard bulge in his pajama bottoms. He groaned uncontrollably beneath you, and you felt the fever of desire taking over you even more intensely. He was more expressive than Kyojuro, which was a blessing. It helped to anchor your mind to reality and resist your delirium as best as you could.

Your hands descended to his abdomen, deftly untying the knot of his bottoms then your own. Tanjiro seemed to struggle to keep up with the pace of events. He wanted to slow it down, make sure you were fully aware of what was happening, while you did everything in your power to prevent him from stopping you, with the complicity of his desire-filled body. In a few swift movements, you rid both of you of your clothing. You were now fully naked, Tanjiro panting helplessly below you.

You once again pressed your groin against his, the warm and moist contact of your lower lips sliding sensually along his length, your core eagerly yearning to welcome him. Stars danced in his field of vision, and a dizzying sensation struck him, his blood flow entirely directed toward his rigid member, so stiff it bordered on painful.

While you reveled in his expression, almost tortured by pleasure, you decided you wanted more. You shifted from your seated position on him to settle between his legs, your torso descending along his body, your breasts briefly gliding around his manhood. The sight of his erection emerging from the soft curves of your chest nearly made him lose consciousness, yet nothing compared to what followed. You ran your tongue across his tip, gingerly lapping at the pre-cum oozing from it. He couldn't contain the powerful gasp that escaped him, swiftly replaced by a torrent of uncontrollable moans. The emotions and sensations he experienced were so overwhelming that tears started to well up in his eyes.

As he felt your warm lips enveloping him completely, your wet muscle tracing the veins of his member in a delicate exploration, a part of his mind wondered if you had ever done the same thing for Kyojuro. Did you ever position yourself between his likely longer and sturdier thighs to please him with your mouth after a gruelling mission? Despite his best efforts, a pang of futile jealousy squeezed his heart at the vision. He wanted to make you forget the taste of your former lover, be the last one you served in this way. He desired you to think of no one but him from now on.

His hand, without him realizing it, gripped your hair, pushing the tip of his manhood deeper into your throat. You clawed his legs in surprise, almost choking. Your inner walls clenched in need, growing wetter as your arousal peaked your juices trickling down your thighs. Kyojuro had never constrained you like this, yet you found yourself drawn to it, for the forced motions left no room for lingering thoughts. You allowed Tanjiro to use your mouth as he wanted, surrendering to the rhythm and depth of his thrusts. The tension in your shoulders relaxed as you surrendered completely to the sensation of his hard length pounding your throat, drunk on his pleasure-filled moans.

When you sensed that he was on the brink of climax, you broke free from his grip and shifted to a seated position above him. He let you settle on his lap, his eyes clouded with passionate longing and his cheeks flushed. Your gaze descended to his swollen testicles. You lightly caressed them, savoring Tanjiro's sharp intake of breath at the touch of your cold fingers. You craved for him to release his pent-up desire deep inside you, to feel the ecstasy of his peak as he spilled his essence within you.

With this idea in mind, you straddled him once more, capturing his lips fervently, and he surrendered without resistance. Aligning your two bodies, you slowly allowed yourself to glide along his shaft. As the sensation of your tight walls enveloping his manhood washed over him, Tanjiro moaned beneath your passionate kiss. Giving him no respite, you hungrily absorbed his sighs, sucking his tongue and biting his lips lightly. His strong hands gripped your waist almost painfully, following your descent until you were fully impaled upon him.

Locked in an intense gaze, both of you remained breathless from the novel and overwhelming pressure of your bodies merging. After a few moments of stillness, you tentatively began to move your hips. Tanjiro closed his eyes, releasing a guttural moan, his expression etched with exquisite torment. You felt the throbbing of his desire within you and instinctively clenched your muscles around him, eliciting shivers of pleasure from him. Gradually, you started rocking yourself rhythmically against him.

With each deep thrust, Tanjiro's hands roamed your back, tracing your curves and contours, as if committing every inch of your skin to memory. The room soon resonated with wanton sighs, sensual whines and soft gasps.

As the eagerness of your lovemaking continued to mount, Tanjiro's motions grew more urgent and fervent. He held onto your thighs with a tenacious grip, as though fearful of letting go, as if he dreaded that this moment might dissolve like a fleeting dream. Suddenly, he rose to his knees, altering your position slightly, drawing you closer as he took control of your movements. He lifted and pressed you onto his lap, intensifying the rhythm and depth of your union.

In this new arrangement, the soft tuft on his lower abdomen teased against your clit, and the friction immediately built an orgasm within you. Tanjiro whispered declarations of love into your ear as he fervently kissed your neck. His hair, which he had let grown at your request, cascaded in wild disarray, the tie that had restrained it almost completely undone. You tore the ribbon away entirely, allowing his crimson mane to flow freely over his shoulders, burying your face in their fragrant, woody essence. With each deep lunge, you felt yourself drawing closer to the precipice of ecstasy.

"Ah... Kyojuro!" you finally moaned, your muscles convulsing with pleasure, a shiver coursing you from head to toes. Although your voice was muffled, your partner heard you very well and let out a hurt gasp. He considerably slowed his movements, but you compensated by grinding against him even more, your instincts taking over as you milked your orgasm for all it was worth.

Coming to a stillness against him, you both remained wrapped in each other's embrace, chests heaving with each labored breath. Tanjiro didn't push you away, but his hold felt distant. Your nose was nestled in the hollow of his neck, preventing you from seeing his expression, yet you could perceive that something was amiss. Gradually regaining your senses, you loosened your grip on him, your gaze searching for his.

"Tanjiro…? Are you alright?"

Upon hearing his name, he turned his face toward you, a reflexive reassuring smile playing on his lips – an ingrained habit from his days as the eldest son of his family. However, the warmth that usually filled his gentle eyes was conspicuously absent.

"...Not really. Be careful, I'm going to withdraw," he cautioned softly.

With painstaking care, he helped you off his lap. You felt a peculiar hollowness without him inside you, but that wasn't your primary concern. Tanjiro's demeanor deeply troubled you. It was as though he wasn't even in the room anymore. Silently, the former charcoal burner draped a blanket over your shoulders. Instead of holding you close and savoring the tenderness that typically followed such intimacy, something you'd expect from someone as gentle as him, you watched in bewilderment as he began to put his Demon Slayer uniform back on. He even secured his sword to his belt.

You felt that if you didn't stop him right away, he would leave and vanish from your existence forever.

You seized his hand with all the strength you had.

"Don't go, please. You promised me, remember? You made that promise to him too, didn't you?"

"...I'm sorry," he whispered, gently yet firmly pulling his hand away. "I need some time alone. I told you, I tried to replace Aniki in your life already, to fill the void he left behind, but I can't be him... and tonight... you weren't with me."

Your complexion turned pallid, and you trembled. Witnessing you in such distress wrenched him; he was torn between abandoning you in this fragile state and acknowledging that he couldn't continue like this. He waited for several moments, hoping for a denial, an apology, any words from you, but you remained frozen. Because he was right; you hadn't been fully present with him.

Summoning heroic effort, even if it might have seemed pitiable or insignificant to an outsider's perspective, you compelled yourself to let him go. He was all you had left, but you knew you couldn't imprison him any longer.

Regret etched on his face, Tanjiro tenderly caressed your cheek and withdrew from the room without a word, gently closing the door behind him.

You were curled up in bed like a wounded animal, crying your heart out, when Shinobu came to find you a few minutes later…

I'm probably going to hell for torturing these characters so much lmao.

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Next chapter: "The shadow of the mentor" (to be released in two days)

#tanjiro x reader #rengoku x reader #demon slayer fanfic #rengoku kyojuro x reader #kny x reader #demon slayer x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kamado tanjiro #yandere reader

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daryl-dixon-daydreams · 2 years

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warnings: angsty angst! (at first) references to domestic violence reader pronouns: she/her “Ya have a husband? Somewhere out there—?” Your mouth dropped open for a moment, you were so stunned to hear those words from him. “I—I—” Fuck. Fuck. How could you even begin to explain to him—? He let out a dry laugh and turned away. His hands clenched into fists, white knuckles and fingernails digging into his palms. He froze for a moment and tried to draw in a slow breath to steady himself. He faced you again. “Why didn’t ya tell me?” You didn’t know where to start trying to explain the nightmare that had been your marriage, before and after the fall. Marriage? Marriage was a generous word for what it had been. You couldn’t find your voice. The look of betrayal and confusion and anger on his face had stolen it. “I didn’t—I don’t—” His jaw clenched. “Save it,” he growled, rubbing a hand over his mouth and chin, shaking his head in disbelief. “Ya were the one person I thought I could always trust and then I gotta find out from some—some stray we happen to take in that ya have a fuckin’ husband?” The muscle in his jaw tensed. “Daryl, I—I don’t have a husband, okay? I don’t! I haven’t seen him since just after the fall when he—” you broke off, feeling your heart already racing and your hands sweating at the memory of his violent temper which only worsened as the world fell further and further apart. Daryl’s posture stiffened but some part of him could sense something... “When he what?” he asked, his voice gentler than it had been throughout the confrontation. You couldn’t look at him. Your eyes stayed downcast. The memories were threatening to overwhelm you. You felt suddenly shaky. “...He laid his hands on ya, didn’t he?” Daryl asked, stepping back toward you, his gaze intense. Your eyes lifted slowly and were wide and full of tears. “Ya coulda told me,” he said. “Me of all people, ya coulda told.” “I was going to—someday,” you managed. Your throat felt constricted. “I just... couldn’t yet. “Nobody knew. I always hid it.”

Daryl sighed. “Ain’t exactly like I walk around announcin’ it to everybody either. But ya can tell me anythin’. And if he ain’t already dead, if I see him, he’ll wish he was.” Prompt: “Why didn’t you tell me?”

#protective!daryl #daryl x reader #daryl angst #twd drabbles #twd imagines

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throwaway-yandere · 2 years

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Hi! I have my birthday on the anniversary, how do you think the SAGAU characters would react? For some reason I can see an emphasis on remaining Khaenri'ahns like Kaeya clinging onto whatever they can find of those customs, and yeah, apparently celebrating the birth of Teyvat was a big thing over there. (I can also see Ayaka being very happy <3) Have a good day!

YANDERE!SAGAU CHARACTERS CELEBRATING YOUR BIRTHDAY (Hysteric Humanoid)

A/n: Omg happy birthday anon!!! o⁠(*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)o i hope you have a fantastic day too!!!

I'm not sure if you're referring to the Yan!SAGAU Hysteric Humanoid or not, because most of the cast in HH are pretty violent towards the reader (e.g: Aether nearly killed the reader, Zhongli tried to kidnap them, Rhinedottir manipulated you, etc). It's not a very happy story. People don't revere you. They actively hunt you down. Hence, I'm not sure you got the right author for this haha, I don't exactly write happy endings… I don't want to dump all those things on your birthday ;;----;;;

You deserve a happier response, so I'll be focusing on some of your devotees in the fic (at the time of chapter 1)!

Might be a little spoiler-y but oh well!

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Characters: Dainsleif, Abyss! Lumine, Baizhu, Kaeya, Venti, Zhongli, and Kamisato Ayaka.

Before the three of you separated, Dainsleif often tried to do something special for you, and it's almost always practical (I say this because you've traveled with him for centuries, and not once did he give you something extravagant–). He thinks gifts are great as a concept, but it doesn't translate well with reality. Dain thought about fighting bosses for you just to give you a present but then weighed down that leaving you alone was too dangerous. Customs be damned. He believes that your safety is worth more than fleeting happiness. You understand, don't you? Being empty-handed makes him miserable too. Please be content with your scarf for now.

Things are a bit different after Chapter 1. He's a lot more bitter and reserved. Dainsleif is not afraid to act brutal around you if it means proving that he can and will protect you. He doesn't care if you don't approve or if you "hate" him. But the upside to this is that he'll drag you along to get you your present. Just say whatever you desire ("leave" is not an option) and he'll pluck it out of a corpse for you. After that, it's just another day. You're both over 500 years old. And it doesn't help that the Abyss Order is always up to something when it's your birthday.

Lumine, however, believes that "fortune favors the bold". C'mon, it's The Creator's birthday! She'd take any excuse to celebrate (after all, she's secretly down too, you know.) Lumine understands that for some people birthdays are a big deal. While personally, she doesn't like having hers become a big spectacle (she misses her brother), she wants you to be bombarded by her attention. Flowers! Feathers! Anything that catches her eye will surely find its way into your inventory. She'd peck you on your cheek and tell you that you deserve the world– and Lumine will not stop until she gives you just that. After all, she already promised that she'll bring you home someday with her brother too.

As the Princess of the abyss, she honors her word. Everything she does is for the home she wished to share with you. This is why Dainsleif keeps an eye on your birthday– she has a habit of conducting special operations during this time. She's awfully sentimental. If he didn't burn all the letters she left for you, you would've known that her obsession is a lot more terrifying and burdensome than you thought.

Baizhu doesn't know when your birthday is. But he DID help you make a fake birth certificate so he pretends that that's your real birthday (it's not.) On your/Jianfeng's birthday, he sadistically gives you a herb-flavored cake, made only with the bitterest ingredients Qiqi could find. The doctor explains that it helps maintain blood pressure among other health benefits– while he does speak the truth, it doesn't mean he doesn't have any ulterior motives. You know damn well he just wants more blood samples. If you could pass your immortality to Baizhu you would, but he wouldn't accept that. He wants to be immortal with you, and he will not accept any shortcuts.

You met Kaeya when he was 18 years old. I won't say how you met, but you've known each other for around 3-4 years. Kaeya considers himself your friend first and being your acolyte is nothing more than a cute title. He's not knowledgeable about Khaenri'ahn customs regarding birthdays, instead, he'll celebrate it his way… so expect alcohol. Kaeya knows that you hated how pretentious people are when they celebrate The Creator's birth. You couldn't handle all the noise, especially since you're convinced that you're an "impostor". He'd do his best to isolate you from any other "unwanted" attention by taking you somewhere only you both know. The air around Windrise feels nice this evening– he'll help you climb up the branches. You'd join him, right? This is a pretty sentimental place for him. He often hides here whenever he got into a fight with Diluc, you should know by now that he's being vulnerable by inviting you here.

Other than that, there's no doubt that he'd tease you about your age, and subtly remark where his loyalty lies. He knew after observing the Twilight Sword that chivalry remains unpaid despite 500 years of service, but he would still offer his body to whatever plans you wish would befall Teyvat. What is love without a bit of sacrifice, right?

Is it really a surprise that Venti dedicates songs for you on your birthday? Probably not. Especially when he did this more than a hundred times? Probably not. Does he care? Well, you can't tell. Either way, if you spent your birthday in Mondstadt getting dragged along by Kaeya's whims then the bard will find you eventually. Much to the cavalry captain's dismay, the archon would climb up the branches just to sing you a song. Afterward, you'd both try to push him out. Keyword: try. By the end of the day, the three of you would be the drunkest people in Teyvat. He'll end up clinging to your arm, sometimes sticking his tongue out whenever Kaeya makes a disgruntled noise. Venti will make sure to remind him that he's known you longer than him, that Kaeya is just a child in your eyes. They're both absolutely immature. You'll, unfortunately, need Dainsleif to get these two off of you.

Ahhh, Zhongli. Gosh, I wish I could just spoil my plans for him but I'll do my best to answer this without revealing much. He's no God of Stove, but he will serve you food, specifically jade parcels and his specialty dish, slow-cooked bamboo shoot soup. With somber eyes, Morax– not Zhongli– would reminisce the times you've spent together in mindless rambles, even if those memories evade you. He'll feed you kindly, asking if it tastes just like the first day you first met. When he doesn't get the response he desperately craved, he'll take you back to Qingce Village. Please… can't you give him at least one smile? He missed your company.

(I love Ayato but I can't include him here because he does not have faith in the reader. At all.)

Kamisato Ayaka is superstitious. Or at least, something close to that. For the longest time, she believed her mother when she said thunder is nothing more than the Electro Archon's way of communicating. Like everyone else, her sense of self did not exist at birth. A 5-year-old will always see themselves as the main protagonist of their own life– unburdened by social responsibilities and the weight of what will happen to their clan. And when the Kamisato Clan almost crumbled, she put her blind faith in one other person besides her brother.

You.

She firmly believes it was fate that you both share the same birthday and that it made her closer to you than anyone else. In times that she does not trust her confidence, she thinks of you. What would The Creator do if they were in her shoes? What would They have told her? And thankfully it helped.

That's why before she met the traveler, she never once celebrate her birthday– she celebrated yours.

"Happy birthday, Your Grace. I will not forget to glorify all that you have done and will do. Please continue to guide me in another year of living."

#yandere kamisato ayaka #yandere sagau #yandere genshin x reader #yandere #happy birthday!#yandere Dainsleif #yandere zhongli #yandere venti #tag: hh - sagau #yandere baizhu #yandere lumine #Abyss lumine #yandere x reader #yandere kaeya

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dedalvs · 6 months

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hi sir! i just wanted to thank you for being such a cool person!! i gotta say when i first found your blog i didnt realize you created high valyrian because i found you through the post where someone anonymously asked you what vagina was in HV and got violently confused on how or why tumblr user dedalvs would know that or b getting those asks but turns out you are the person to ask! i was just wondering if anyone ever asks you those types of questions in interviews or in person? does it ever get weird for you or do you just accept that people will come to you for translations for their fanfiction? thank you for your time, best wishes + happy holidays!!

I don't remember any in person questions that were super awkward, though certainly there were some. Honestly, most of the time the question I dread the most is, "WOW! You create languages?! How do you even create a language?!" I mean, I understand when I was getting that question in 2011, but in 2023? Still? I'm tempted to answer, "Uh…google it?"

I do, actually, hate getting translation requests on the spot. Like, if someone asks me to translate something on Tumblr, or over email, that's one thing. I can take my time with it and get back to them. But in the middle of an interview, getting a question like, "Hey, how do you say, 'Whoa, did you see the Ted Lasso finale?! Ted and Rebecca totally need to hook up!' in Dothraki?" Like...no?

Anyway, in general, translation is my job, so I'm happy to do it, if it's not too much work, but on my own time. I haven't been getting to it recently because I've been doing a lot of other work, but I'll get to all those requests… Someday.

Thanks for the ask!

#conlang #dothraki #translation

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although i am not claiming any kind of direct adaptation between the twilight zone episode “you drive,” christine (1983), and rubber (2010), all three do share a central device—the clear animation but minimal anthropomorphization of a car or car part—and all three generate horror with this device: by calling into question positions of subject and object. a car is the ultimate object. in twentieth and twenty-first century america, it is arguably the most commonly used tool, and certainly one of very few tools commonly perceived as an extension of one’s body, which, in a literary sense, both grants it life and denies it the independent existence a television may seem to have. though so easily deadly it is a standard tool for both suicide and homicide in literature, it is kept inside the home—a point emphasized in both “you drive” and christine (1983). the animation of the car in “you drive” threatens the subject-object relationship of the traditional nuclear family, in which the husband is the subject, the authority and decision-maker, and everything else within the house is an object under his sway. the rebellion of the car, the most objectified of household objects, and the fact that the husband’s authority and abuse thereof, making the whole household complicit in his hit-and-run, is great enough to warrant it hits a deep blow at the comfort the structure of the nuclear family is intended to give. the car in christine (1983) also threatens the nuclear family; however, as used in john carpenter’s previous film halloween (1978), the specific way the figure of the car interacts with the nuclear family is by providing children with a taste of independence from their parents, whether their parents are willing to acknowledge their adulthood or not. the horror of the film lies in its defamiliarizing and therefore highlighting of the fact that isolated adolescents whose parents deny them permission to become adults are vulnerable to those who wish to take advantage of their desire for adulthood. arnie and christine, two props in others’ lives, wrench their joint way into the role of subject, casting away restrictions and safety nets together in their desperation for the unrestrained but destructive freedom of the open road. it is the quintessential open road of the california desert that is the setting of rubber (2010), but the subject-object relationship it challenges is not that of the nuclear family but that of the cinema. most metacinematic films present the relationship between filmmaker, audience, and film subject as a dialogue between filmmaker and audience, with the subject nothing but an arbitrary pretext for this dialogue. this film does the same, initially: the concept of a sentient tire is explicitly framed as arbitrary and unimportant, something that only exists because of the relationship between spectator and director. however, like in cannibal holocaust (1980), like in paranormal activity (2007), like the disappearance of my mother (2019) and like nope (2022), the spectated rises against the two subjects that have objectified it and violently assert their existence outside of a lens and their will outside of a director. it is apt that it is a tire, the most subservient part of the most subservient item in the household vocabulary, that is chosen to disrupt the comfortable, detached director-audience relationship and prove itself to be powerful enough to, in the end, take on hollywood itself. although the stories and exact arguments of “you drive,” christine (1983), and rubber (2010) are different, their central device is rhetorically the same: the greatest fear of a person used to power is that the powerless on whom they rely so intimately they barely even notice their presence will someday choose to make their presence and will known

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♡ Ainsley With A Darling Who Sees Soulmate Threads ♡

(Elisha gets a brief mention lmao. 6564 words, I don't even know how to properly write warnings for this, uhm cum addiction, fucking while looking into the eys of a corpse, just like yeah this is so much. There's some daddy kink in there too, enjoy.)

The very idea of someday finding your soulmate, of having the threads tug and tell you fate was going to force the both of you together whether you liked it or not, struck fear into your heart. You'd lay awake for hours watching the thread and trembling in fear when if tightened up or moved even slightly, only breathing a sigh of relief when it loosened up again, perhaps your soulmate was just walking around or perhaps fate had decided it was not yet your time, either way you could finally breath again when the string was loose. From a young age you had been taught to fear the thread, destiny pulling you towards something you hadn't chose, absolutely terrifying, one day you may be forced away from everything you knew and wanted the moment fate decided it was your time and those in the village who found their soulmate and accepted it were mocked relentlessly, they were considered to no longer be themselves, just a puppet of fate, too dangerous to be around. Sure your friend from before would never have harmed anyone but the bond you felt with your destined person was unstable, it made people angry, possessive, driven to do anything to maintain their connection to their chosen. Often times they were forced out of the village after they proved themselves a violent threat, even leaving any children they'd previously had behind because all that seemed to matter to them was preserving the bond.

Then there were those that had left of their own volition too however, deciding they needed to seek their fate before it sought them out instead, they never made it home. Sometimes they decided the village warning were nothing to be afraid of and they could face this head on, over confident in their ability not to change whatsoever even if fate demanded it, sometimes they were so terrified of it they would rather get it over with so they would no longer spend every day in fear, either way they never got to return home. The only ones safe were the lucky few who had been born without one or the poor souls who had gone through the ceremony to have it cut, shortening their life by decades, some even dying mere days after it had been cut. You hadn't been that desperate to be rid of the curse. You wish you had gone through with it.

It had been a calm winter morning, a bit chilly but otherwise fine, you'd been in the town square when your thread had gone crazy, it was time, it had never yanked back and forth lie that and while you would have hid it had you been alone and hoped it passed, everyone i the town saw it, they all knew fate had decided your time was up. Keeping someone with a thread going haywire was dangerous, fate would do anything it took to force you towards the person on the other end and that included natural disasters and mass deaths all around you so you would have no one to go to but your destined person if you continued to not heed it's call. So you had to go. Didn't mean you weren't angry about it though, it was like a death sentence, you would never be the same person you were before, and beyond that it was the middle of the winter and you were freezing meaning your only chose was to follow the thread or possibly freeze to death so you set off.

She had spotted you first, you think, your first stop after leaving your village was a hunting town in the area, your thread had stopped acting up and so you had thought it would be okay if you rested for awhile, perhaps learn to hunt for a bit until your thread decided you had to go again, just trying to gain anymore time you could before you had to face your fate. It was a desperate attempt to grasp as much freedom as you possibly could, in your attempts to ignore the thread for as long as you possibly could however you hadn't noticed how close the end of the thread had been until you realized it was going straight across the plaza, and there she was staring at you. You knew she couldn't see the thread but something in her eyes still told you she was able to recognize that you meant something to her.

You'd honestly doubled checked the thread three times before you were willing to accept that she was in fact connected to yours and each time you traced from your line to the end of hers, you felt as though a hole was opening up beneath you and was going to swallow you whole, there she was within range of you, your time was up. Fate had decided if you weren't going to be pushed in her direction, it would lead her in your direction instead.

It had to have been fate that pushed her to travel though this town, that was the only way to explain it because she appeared as though she didn't belong here, outfitted with a crimson cloak with god embroidered details, ashy blonde hair, and striking red eyes, she was clearly not one of the hunters who resided in the village, though the same could be said about you as you clearly were not one of the hunters who lived here. Then there was the girl who stood next to her, arguing and smoking something that appeared to be a very thin cigar, they clearly looked like neither of them had been planning on staying here long though with the way she looked, you would think she might have wanted to stay in this moment forever, even with her travel partner being right next to her, she was unable to remove her eyes from you until you backed up and disappeared into the crowd. You wouldn't see her again for another year.

You'd gone west next, leaving the village the moment you'd seen her there, the string wasn't tugging and so you felt you'd be able to escape, perhaps fate had been satisfied the both of you had met and had deemed it okay to leave you be for a time, you knew you would be called back towards her at some point, there had been cases where people had split from their destined person for a period of time only for the strong to start pulling them back again when it had decided they'd had enough freedom, you wouldn't be able to hide forever but you would hide as long as you could. Even though the string said you could have a break from her, she seemed to disagree, as if she had any right to force you to feel the same way about her that she clearly felt about you.

She hadn't spoken a word to you at first, simply sidling up to you and when you hadn't introduced yourself she'd decided to go first, introducing herself as a mage in the court of the crown princess named Ainsley, she'd been newly appointed. You hated every word she said, it made you feel as though fate wanted to taunt you further by giving you a soulmate you would be unable to run from as much as you craved to, there was only one way to fix this horrible fate though, it was to embrace it, most people said after they spent the first night with the one they were destined for they felt as though they could never live without them again, if you wanted to become blissful and have fate force you to forget your objections, simply living in blissful ignorance, that was what you would have to do.

"Hold still baby girl, you're quite a squirmy thing aren't you? As much as I find it cute, it's hard to love on you when you move so much so hold still so I can show you the full extent of my affections towards you." You weren't sure when you'd gotten back to her room in the inn, she'd been so quick, not wanting to give you the smallest amount of time to rescind your offer to spend the night with her, you hated how aggressive she was in her affection, trying to mold you to her will, convince you to give in, allow the bond to strengthen and possibly change everything about who you were because you simply fell so deeply in love with her. You just couldn't bring your body to relax and give in, although you had wanted to give in so your fear could finally come to an end, you couldn't bring yourself to allow that to happen, you were still holding onto that tiny flicker of resistance against your destiny.

"Maybe you just aren't as good at this as you think you are." You mumbled as she pulled away from kissing your neck, pawing at your dress to pull it off, getting frustrated when you wouldn't move so she could do so before going for just your underwear instead. You didn't get a look at her body, you feared it would be every bit as monstrous as you had imagined the body of your destined pair to be, or even worse you could think she was the most handsome woman you had ever laid eyes on, and that would be even worse. People often talked about how their partner was the most attractive person they had ever seen, like they were in a trance, completely brainwashed by what fate said they should feel. So no, obviously you would not allow yours to so much as gaze down at her even though you felt a little bit scared when you felt her cock against your thigh.

"That hurts my feelings, baby girl. What would make you say that?" She said it in such a patronizing tone, she could feel you wanted her, that you enjoyed everything she was doing, holding back your shudders every time she flicked your clit, she was enjoying seeing your will to hate it slowly crumple. "You're a terrible liar, baby girl, from the looks of it, you're soaking wet and we've barely even started."

"Perhaps I'm thinking of someone else, don't just assume it's related to you, being so full of yourself isn't a good look." She hummed in thought, pursing her lips together before returning to her cocky smile, you hated to admit it to yourself but egotistical was a very good look on her, you had always hated people with an ego but hers felt deserved, of course that was only the brainwashing speaking however.

"It will be nice to get you back to my tower, I'd love to see how many experiments it takes until you're rendered completely unable to spew such filthy lies out of your sweet little mouth." Her cock pressed against your hole and you tried not to tremble as the tip pressed against you, a moment away from her pushing inside and all your objections seemingly melting away, you would no longer be yourself, only a prisoner of fate, you wanted to get one last jab in before things possible changed forever.

"What makes you think I'd go with you-" You let out a gasp and squeezed your eyes shut, it felt like you were being split in half but in a hot way and you wanted to look done just to confirm how big she was but you had promised yourself you wouldn't look at her tonight so the only option was to keep your eyes tightly closed. That didn't stop you from trying to imagine what she might have looked like if you looked down just based on how it felt to have her pressed up against your body.

"It's very cute you think you would be given a choice in whether or not you go with me, it's love at first sight, of course you'll be coming with me, we're in love, baby girl." She hooked one of your legs up over her shoulder as she continued with her slow deep thrusts. "Fate is such a wonderful thing, no one can resist what it has in store for them."

"S-stupid fucking fate again..." You whispered to yourself as your eyes were still squeezed shut, she let out a laugh going harder and faster. You hadn't been allowed a single bit of sleep that night.

It was a surprise when you woke up in the morning with not in the bed with you, you peered outside the window and she was outside the inn talking with a carriage driver and, at least you assumed, making travel arrangements for the both of you, following the driver over to his carriage across the plaza. It was your chance to leave before fate demanded you stay at her side, maybe if you had woken up by her side it would have felt harder to part with her, but for the time being you felt like you could still resist and you while you almost caved to the fear last night, you felt your urge to fight back against her return. That was dangerously close, you wouldn't let your fear take hold again, you couldn't allow yourself to give into fate, you weren't sure why that had even sounded remotely like a good idea last night and so, you ran out the back door of the inn and kept running until you could no longer press your legs to move any longer.

It only took her a week to find you the next time. You hadn't been very smart about where you ran to, running even farther west, not wanting to go anywhere yo had gone before, your pattern made it very easy for her to guess your next location and she was pissed when she found you, tugging on your arm and pulling you into the carriage with her.

"We're going to the capital where you will be locked away in my tower until that will of yours has been broken, perhaps YOU do not feel the love at first sight at the moment but that will be remedied, I simply must do a few experiments so I can see what will finally get you to understand." She was unbuckling her belt next to you, you didn't look over even though you felt that she'd just pulled her dick out. You closed your eyes so you didn't accidentally see it.

"What are you doing?" You panicked as she pushed your head down, squeezing your eyes shut tighter even when they wanted to fling open when you felt the tip against your lips. You squeezed your mouth shut tightly despite knowing she wasn't going to stop until she got what she wanted, her fingers shoved against your lips and pulling on your cheek, trying to force you to open your teeth up so she could shove her way inside your mouth.

"Baby girl, you need to open your mouth, this journey will be a lot easier on you if you do as I tell you." She squeezed your cheeks together and finally shoved her cock in your mouth, lazy thrusting up into your cheek and you continued to keep your eyes closed hoping whatever this was would be over soon. "This would go faster if you would suck even a little bit, baby girl."

You nervously began to suck, trying not to think about how weird and light headed you were beginning to feel despite how slowly she was going. Her precum had a weird addictive quality to it, you found yourself somewhat liking it actually. You had to resist the urge to suck harder, if the pre tastes like this then you could only imagine what the actually cum tastes like. You wondered if this was a trick of fate or if this was something actually unique about hers in particular.

"Keep going baby girl, this will make the trip go much smoother, you'll get a reward back at the tower for obeying my instructions." You hummed a bit in response, starting to find yourself incredibly tired, sighing happily and drinking it down when she finally cam in your mouth, whining a bit when she pulled your head away and put her dick away in her pants. "There you go, take a nap, I'll feed you it again in another few hours."

Dammit you fell into her trap again. You couldn't bring yourself to resist and you know she must have done something magical to make it so it would put you to sleep. Your guard had been too down and you would resist the next time you could, for now though, you slept.

The rest of the trip went like that as well, stopping every few hours so you could eat and go to the bathroom and then resuming travel meanwhile is between she was forcing you to suck her dick any time you showed resistance so you were unable to fight back against her the entire trip. You hoped you'd get a break once you reached the tower otherwise you were really going to lose yourself to what fate wanted.

You'd been very loopy when you finally made it back to her tower, completely starting to lose yourself or the will to fight after days of constantly being fed her cum, you still had remembered to keep your eyes shut though, a part of your resistance was still intact, you couldn't imagine it would be for much longer though now that she had gotten you back to her tower.

"I promised you a reward for following my instructions when I got you home baby girl, would you like to see it now?" You shook your head, whatever it was would likely only cause you to lose yourself even further, you would not be partaking in any reward she was planning on giving you.

You were stunned as you looked around her tower while she took a seat at her desk, the tower was ginormous, and very well furnished, with what appeared to be five floors if you looked up, not that you were going to be doing any exploring, your top priority was planning a way to get out of here as soon as you could stop feeling loopy. It was hard to remember that you hated her when you felt like you were floating on a cloud right now due to ingesting her cum every day, almost five times a day.

"It's a shame you disagree considering I'm going to give you your reward anyways, after we correct that line of thinking. Come sit on my lap, I need to show you why you most certainly deserve the treat." You were too out of it to not listen to her instructions even though you knew if you were in the right headspace you would be hiding in a corner avoiding her for as long as you were possibly able to. You were sure you wouldn't be so calm in her arms right now if it hadn't been for the fact she fed you an hour prior, it made it really hard to think about anything except being good and sitting on her lap.

"Yes Ainsley." She shushed you when you straddled her lap and you looked up at her in confusion, you were doing what she asked so why was she not pleased? You shook your head, you couldn't be concerned about whether she was or wasn't pleased with you, since when did you care about her feelings, you had to stop that or she would suck you in further, you wanted to remain yourself for as long as possible.

"Call me daddy, baby girl." She rolled her eyes as you shook your head and only let out a small hum of disappointment. "Another day then perhaps. Now, since you disagreed that you deserved a reward, I shall help you earn it."

You started to try to get off her lap in order to suck her dick again but her hands held you in place and stopped you. "Not that baby girl, you're going to allow me to inspect you today, nothing more, I just would like to see how all of this is having an affect on your body, and then I would like you to answer some simple questions about where you came from, that's all. Would you lay on that table in the center of the room for me, baby girl?" You hopped off her lap and hurried to lay on the table in the center of the room. It was a somewhat cushion table and somewhat propped up your back.

"This was my mistake, I meant for you to lay down on the table naked, I'll be clearer with my instructions for now on." You froze a bit, reluctantly stripping down in front of her and laying on the table, now more embarrassed and keeping your legs shut to preserve some sort of dignity. "Legs apart, the whole purpose of inspection is defeated if I can not get a fuller picture of the changes to your body."

"Ahh now then, how do you feel?" It felt like the words just tumbled out, she could ask you any question and the answer would come spilling out of your mouth with you being unable to stop it. You tried to stop yourself from telling her how you felt terrible when you were starting to fall from the high her cum gave you but even that you were unable to hide. It was terrifying, was this from fate forcing you to never lie to your destined partner or was this an effect she herself was having.

"Interesting, looks like I will have to make sure to feed you every four hours instead of every five then so you don't get withdrawal symptoms." She wrote something down on her notebook before setting it down and walking towards you, her finger running up your slit. "It appears you're less tight than before, it seems like it's helping you relax so you can accept me more easily, very good."

She licked her finger off nodding to herself and smiling. "Tastes very sweet, seems like your body is making small changes to entice me so that way it will get more, I'll keep on eye on that. Alright now, one last question, I just would like to know where the village you originate from is, I'd like to learn more about you."

You froze up, focusing on the thread instead to distract yourself so you wouldn't answer the question automatically, that was the one thing you didn't want her to know, you didn't want her to know that you could see and feel that she was destined for you, what would she say if she knew you had actively been resisting the bond you felt the entire time. She sighed, running a hand through her hair and pushing it back.

"There's still more work I have to do it seems, well since you are not willing to share, I will be generous and tell you about my place of birth. We had a legend about love at first sight, a person who fate mandated you be with, you are my fated person." Now you were very sure you would never ever tell her about your village, you had no clue what she might possibly do if you found out about the string, she might even use her magic to tighten the string so then you'd be driven back to her if you so much as left the room without her. It was to risky considering how powerful she was.

"Anyhow, since you failed to answer my questions, it seems you must earn your reward a different way." She backed away from you and walked over to a shelf she had on the wall with various jars, you couldn't bring yourself to close your eyes this time, you had to know what she was planning on doing to you. You were so lucky you were high off your ass at the moment or you would have gasped in horror when you saw her dick. You averted your eyes quickly and tried not to think about the amount of times that had been in your mouth of the span of a week.

"What's in the jar?" You asked woozily but still wouldn't looking over at Ainsley cause you really didn't want to see it again and confirm it was just as much of a horror as it had been the first tie you saw it. You had to have been wrong, there was no way it looked like that, you would simply ignore the truth, maybe if you believed it looked normal hard enough then it would start to appear normal.

"This is a slime that was created using my mana, if I inserted this, then because it is my mana i will be able to control all of the movements it makes inside of you, do not worry, it will feel very pleasurable." She walked over to you opening up the jar and letting the slime free near your opening then walked back towards your head holding her cock in front of your face, you squeezed your eyes shut. "You seemed tense so for our first experiment I decided a dose or two would help you to relax, just enjoy it baby girl."

It was just better to get it over with, you really didn't want to think about any of this, what you'd just seen or how you could feel the slime slide inside of you. You mentally berated yourself a bit though, she was a mage with cum you were slowly growing addicted to, did you really expect her dick to look normal? Perhaps you shouldn't have fought fate so hard, maybe having this weird person as your destined person was a punishment for the act of defying your fate. Things would have gone smoother had you embraced your fate all along, you wouldn't be here moaning around a monstrous dick as a magic slime messed with your insides if you hadn't been so adamant about defying fate. You knew that was a lie though, even if you had gone along with fate, you would have still wound up tied to Ainsley and you had a very hard time imagining yourself with anyone who wasn't her if you were being honest. Something was eroding your will to fight against the bond and you weren't sure if it was the thread or the cum or just how much you liked Ainsley at this point. It was better if you didn't think about that though and just focused on how good the slime felt even if it was a gross wet thing inside of you. Her experiments didn't seem too bad, maybe you'd even grow to like them over time.

She tapped you on the shoulder after what had felt like hours, her dick finally softening in your mouth after what might have been three or four loads of cum. You weren't really sure how long you'd been there, you had just forced yourself to tune everything out while it as happening, it was a bit scary how easy her cum made it for you to ignore everything happening around you, you hadn't even noticed the slime leaving you and crawling back into the jar. You really liked this feeling, after years of constant fear from the thread, it was ironic that the person on the other end of the thread had something that made it possible for you to tune out any fear for a very long time so long as you kept it in constant supply.

"Did you enjoy the first experiment, baby girl?" She pulled her pants up and took the jar over to her desk, screwing the lid on tightly and storing it away in a drawer, it was probably so she could examine it further later but you really didn't care at the moment, it wasn't your issue. You just nodded, you didn't really enjoy the slime at first but once she had cum in your mouth the first time the experiment only made the high that much better so honestly you did really grow to enjoy it. Who knew that it would only strengthen the feelings of loopiness that the cum gave you, not that you wanted her to know that. Sure fate was forcing you to be with Ainsley but it was your decision to get high every few hours off of her, even if she had forced it at first, fate couldn't take that from you, it was your decision.

"Sit up baby girl, I have your reward prepared." She slipped a collar around your neck and you froze, it was red and reminded you of the thread around your finger, a thread you had forced yourself to stop looking at, a thread that was tightly wound going from your finger to hers and saying that fate had decided it would be impossible for you to leave her side for even a moment, the anxiety was back again. "Seems like you need another dose, open up."

It was three months later Ainsley had deemed you obedient enough to take out with her to court, she said you had earned a party and that was how you had wound up on the terrace secretly dancing with a high up aristocrat, she had been interesting enough to talk to and you were just so glad to have a break from Ainsley that you never questioned what she might have wanted with you, you were too high to even notice it anyways even if she had made it blatantly obvious. She'd made a pass at you and the rest was a blur, when you had come to her head had been bashed into the side of the railing and it appeared you had strangled her to death. There was just so much blood everywhere and you realized she had been crawling at your arms when you had choked her and had left cuts all over your hands and arms. It was the first time in a very long time you hadn't been high off her cum and you really didn't like it.

Your string had begun to go crazy as well, pulling tightly and warning you that it was in your best interest to go back to Ainsley before bad things began to occur. You'd spent months hoping you would come down and then you would be free from the control it gave her over you but now more than anything you just needed it again, you didn't want to deal with the present reality of your situation anymore, it was just too much, you'd rather go back to being loopy and unable to deny fate for your entire life then look at the face of the woman yo murdered for another second. You didn't have to face this for much longer however as Ainsley stepped onto the balcony, clearly expecting to have to save you fro that harpy only to tut when she saw you had already done the job for her.

"Baby girl, I believe I warned you prior to the party that you were not to wander off with anyone else for any reason. I can't imagine I would have forgotten it considering how important of a rule it is to me, in fact if I recall, I stated this, on five separate occasions. My rules are there for a reason baby girl, this is what happens when you don't listen to my words." She sent the corpse a look of disdain, kicking it in the torso before stumbling back a bit in surprise when you threw yourself at her feet and began to frantically unbuckle her pants. "Doing that is not going to make me forgive you any faster, if you need your dose, you may have it after we dispose of this."

"P-please I need it, I need to forget, please just let me have it-" "Baby girl no you need to deal with the consequences-" "No! Please just, I can deal with it later, please just give me some, t-then I'll be able to focus, then I-I'll-" You cried as she pinched both of your cheeks. It wasn't hard but she hadn't hurt you before other than a light zap to get you to focus in experiments, this was the first time she'd actually caused you real pain. You still couldn't bring yourself to care about anything other than her cum, you didn't care if she hurt you, she could hurt you as much as she wanted as long as you got this one time.

"Please daddy please, I need it, it feels like I'm going to die if I don't get it, just please, I need it." You sobbed clutching her leg and she sighed giving you a pat on the head. She guided your head up so you were looking up at her.

"I will allow you to have what you need, I need something from you though, baby girl." She brushed your hair out of your face as you nodded frantically. "Tell me where you came from baby girl, tell me everything about you, I've had you for months but you've still refused to tell me anything, promise you'll tell me later and I'll give you what you need."

"Yes yes, I promise, I'll tell you everything, just please, I need it." You sighed in relief as she unbuckled her pants, whining a bit as she stopped again and pulled away. "No no no, please please please, you can't do this to me, please I need it! I already called you what you wanted to be called, just please!"

You didn't really care if everyone inside the ball was able to hear you, there was only one thing that mattered right now, you couldn't deal with what you had done, you needed her to make you forget, you needed to go numb again, fate had dealt you a crappy hand and the only way to forget about it was for Ainsley to give you this.

"I've changed my mind, I'll give you it the other way today, get on your hands and knees, I want you to look at what you did, you'll never understand that my rules are there for your benefit if I don't force you to observe the consequences of your actions, baby girl." You stared at her for a moment wondering if she was being serious before scrambling to lift your dress up and get on your hands and knees, your face inches away from the woman's.

"I-is this good?" You sighed in relief when you felt Ainsley kneel behind you, her cock firmly pressed against you, only a thrust away from entering, sure this wasn't as effective in getting you what you needed as sucking her off would have been but it was better than getting nothing and so you were willing to accept it, honestly it was easy to forget you were staring at a corpse with how bad you just wanted Ainsley to start already.

"Tell me about her, I would love to know what it was about this woman that caused you to disobey my rules, to put yourself in danger, clearly she couldn't have been that good considering you killed her, if you had just asked I would have let you kill someone, it's clear you have a blood lust, I would have allowed you to help me in my research." You weren't really sure what Ainsley's research was other than she occasionally came down from the top floor in the tower covered in blood but you were sure now you didn't want to know.

"She w-was a countess, I t-think." You struggled to think as Ainsley slowly began to thrust in and out of you. You couldn't remember much about what the woman and you had talked about, you couldn't even remember if you had had a special reason to follow her or if it was purely your desire to disobey Ainsley that had made you find her so charming and interesting. Perhaps it was stupid to defy fate, the consequences of defying fate were possibly getting locked in a prison for the murder you committed for the rest of your life, possibly execution which judging by the executioner, you really didn't want or stick with fate and be happy in Ainsley's arms for the rest of your lives, though you were beginning to think she might be immortal so it might just be for the rest of your life, and get your dose every few hours and feel content in life. You much preferred sticking with fate.

"So you disobeyed for no reason at all then? Well I suppose I won't be letting you out of the tower for a long time now, perhaps I should lower how often you get dosed as well so common sense will return to that head of yours." You panicked and let out a whine pleading with her not to do that, you couldn't take it if you gave you less, this was all you really had, you would literally do anything she wanted from no one so long as she never took it from you. "I suppose I won't lower the amount then, it could be dangerous to make you quite when your body has already changed itself to accommodate receiving this daily."

After Ainsley finished inside you she made you stand watch at the door as she threw the corpse over the railing on the balcony. True to your word you told her everything afterwards about your village as she bandaged up the wounds on your arms, it seemed she was very curious about what the blood of the people in your village could do, though she was peeved you had been able to feel a connection to her the entire time but she seemed like she would leave it be since you had decided you would behave from now on.

You didn't see her for two weeks after that, she said she was going to investigate your village and left behind little vials for you to take every five hours, she'd increased the time between by any hour in order to ensure you would have enough for the two weeks she would be gone and servants came by leaving your meals at the door to the tower though Ainsley had told you not to open the door until they were out of sight so you never actually saw the servants who delivered your food since Ainsley wanted you to be strictly kept away from others until she was positively sure you could be trusted not to make the same mistake again.

You'd still managed to screw up though and you really didn't want Ainsley to know, you had been drinking every 3 hours instead of every five like she had told you to do and so by the time she returned with boxes full of jars of blood in hand you really couldn't even bring yourself to care that she slaughtered your entire village or that she told you she was going to make you immortal, you just needed her. It seems what fate had in store for you was immortality with your lover who had additive cum and it could just be the cum or the thread talking but you were perfectly okay to that. It seems like in the end you did change as a person due to the thread but you couldn't find yourself hating that.

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