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thebunnyslibrary · 2 months

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Bucky Barnes Valentine's Drabble ❤️

wc. ~1500

pairing. Bucky x Curvy!Reader

summary. Reader is alone and in the gym on Valentine's Day of all days. Until the man of her dreams Bucky Barnes wanders in and offers to be her sparring partner...

an. I had a last minute idea for a drabble......that then morphed into TWO ideas!! Bucky is first up and I have another idea with Loki that I should hope to finish in the next couple of days. (PS I haven't forgotten my last Ficmas fic. I just kind of hit a wall and i'm still struggling to get over it. Maybe this will help.)

Also big shout out to @chasingmidnights for helping inspire me today ❤️

Going to the gym wasn't exactly your first choice of things to start your Valentine’s Day; but here you were. You preferred to come early early, still dark out early, for two reasons. First for being a bit of an early riser yourself. Usually not as early as you were today, but enough that in the summer, you were able to hear the birds sing at breakfast.

The second that there were less people to stare at you. Confident as you were in your curves, the world had not gotten used to the idea of fat people working out in gyms NOT to lose weight add you’d rather not start today, of all days, that way. Valentine’s Day. You had no real hatred for it. But you did get a little jealous sometimes when you walked in the office and saw so many other desks littered with flowers and candies. But you couldn’t recall a time someone had sent you so much as a single rose.

This year, you’d decided to take the self-care route. You’d ordered takeout last night and tucked it away in the fridge for tonight, along with a slice of your favorite cheesecake from the old-fashioned delicatessen down the street (family owned since the days Tony’s father running Stark Industries). You’d chosen not to weep for your singleness but instead use it as a night of rest and recovery. A good meal, a nice book and your favorite vinyl record along with a long soak in the tub were you self-loves tonight…and your now charging vibrator would take care of the other kind too. You just had to make it through the day.

Even though you were a desk jockey, there was a physical exam all SWORD agents had to pass. You weren't extraordinarily physically gifted, but you could kick but in Just Dance when you wanted to. Unfortunately, the virtual reality sparring simulator at the Avengers compound certainly wasn't as fun as silly dance moves to 70s music in your apartment You knew sparring with the examiner wouldn't be like this, but you had no one else to spar with. And that was where Bucky found you.

"If you'd like I can practice with you, agent." He’d startled you as you quickly removed the virtual reality headset and turned to see him standing there. It was amazing how well he fit into modern clothing. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt, showing off this metal arm. You’d never seen his arm this closes and you were in awe of the Wakandan craftsmanship. You'd long admired the former assassin, but never thought in a million years he'd notice you. He was the dark contrast to Captain America, the golden boy. Both were incredibly handsome but there was something mysterious about him that drew you to him. You could easily see why he’d been a lady’s man in the 40s. And you were just a desk clerk. You couldn’t compete with the women, all of whom looked like super models, that threw themselves at him.

You looked around, not seeing any one else and turned back to him, standing there and looking at you, a genuine smile on his face. You nodded and quietly responded.

"Uh...yeah. that would be nice."

Sparring with Bucky gave you a much better experience. Being able to actually fight someone who was there instead of just a simulation felt great. Even though you were sure Bucky was taking it easy on you, you were a lot stronger than you thought, not to mention quick. You were able to duck and dodge and lay a few quick jabs to his chest. And that was nothing compared to how confident you felt, and how good Bucky looked. He seemed to be enjoying himself, a smile never leaving his face. Once or twice you’d stared a little too long and he’d gotten a few jabs in, but you recovered quickly.

At one point he had his arms around you in a hold and you were amazed how warm he felt. His chest brushed against your back and you let out a little gasp that you prayed to God he didn't hear. But you saw the smirk play at his lips.

"Sorry, doll. I run a little warm cause of the serum."

"It's alright.” You said, sheepishly. “Your touch actually feels nice." You bit your cheek as you realized how wrong that probably was to say. To your surprise, Bucky didn’t mention it.

"Well the best way to pass a test is with the proper tools. Not with Tony’s toys." He said, rolling his eyes. “And your touch feels good too.” You raised your eyebrows in surprise before he continued “You’ve got a good strong grip.” He shot you a wink and you couldn’t begin to process what he meant when the sparring resumed. Bucky and you trained for a good hour or so and by the end you felt much better about the exam.

Bucky also took the time to show you a few new self-defense maneuvers. He was demonstrating a quick way to hit someone in the gut before raising your hands up to hit them in the face.

"It's one fluid movement." He guided your arms. By now you were CERTAINLY used to his touch. Especially in moments like now where you when his arms where wrapped around you to guide you. You'd never felt more safe and secure.

"Like this...." You jabbed your elbows backwards before swinging are your arms up, hands closed together and you FELT the contact against Bucky’s nose as you'd executed the move perfectly. But your pride turned to panic as Bucky grunted, then started a fit of coughing as you realized what you’d done.

"Holy shit. Oh my God. I mean... oh shit. Uhm. Captain America is gunna kill me.... Sargent Barnes uhm...sir...?? Are you okay??"

Bucky coughed a few more times, before his breathing finally shallowed. His hand was clutch his nose, now paying attention to that and feeling to make sure it wasn't broken before he finally spoke to you.

“Well doll, I certainly didn't expect you to knock the wind out of me twice in one day. But I'll take it. And you can just call me Bucky.” He said and you felt like you were going to faint. Had he just said what you thought he did?

"Wha...what...? Twice?" you said in disbelief.

“Sure doll.” Bucky admitted. “First was when I walked In here today. Though I have to say you've done it a few times before that" he admitted. “Like the other day when I dropped off that paperwork and you looked so beautiful in your blue dress.” He bit his lip, recalling the memory.

“You're not. You're not serious, right?” He couldn’t be.

“Yeah. Uhm. I am doll. I’ve been wanting to say something for a while but I was worried you were scared of me.” Your heart twinged a little and you gently placed your hand on his mechanical arm.

“Not at all Bucky. In fact, I’ve liked you for some time as I just…didn’t think you’d notice me. You could have any girl you want and I’m just a desk clerk.” You said. “Not a supermodel or a superhero. Or anything special."

“Hey listen to me. You’re absolutely gorgeous doll. Why do you think I’m the one that’s always bringing you everyone else’s paperwork.” You thought for a moment before you realized it was true. You’d never noticed it but while you often saw other Avengers dropping off work to someone else, whenever something had to come to you, Bucky was always the one to bring it. “It’s the highlight of my day when I get to see you. His words, full of honesty and admiration made your heart swell. He placed his flesh hand over yours and squeezed it tight. You gazed into the crystal blue pools of his eyes as he broke the moment.

“Besides everyone knows it’s desk clerks that makes the world go round. Trust me, My ma worked as a secretary for a while. The stories she could’ve told.” You both laughed at that and you loved his laugh. You weren’t sure you’d ever heard him really laugh before. It wasn’t as deep or boisterous as Thor’s. Rather it pattered and reminded you of summer’s rain on a wooden roof. And you loved the way his shoulders shook, even if it wasn’t that big of a laugh.

“Listen, doll, I know it's super last minute...and if you didn’t already have plans tonight… I We'll never get a reservation anywhere. But you could come back to my place and I could cook you dinner? Maybe we can watch a movie?” Bucky asked. You smiled and happily replied.

“It's a date.”

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hollyethecurious · 2 months

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CS AU: The Tattoo Tryst

A Captain Swan One Shot

Summary: Prompted by the underground meaning behind a keyhole tattoo, which in some circles is an open use symbol for women who want to be sexually used by men. Emma accidentally reveals her tattoo on a crowded train car and… someone takes advantage. Much to her extreme pleasure.

A/N: So… I had this dream… this very naughty dream, so of course… it had to be fic’d. Some might consider this dub con, but both parties are operating with a respect and understanding of certain rules they both share, so… I don’t really see it that way. That said, if the summary above squicks you out, then this might not be the one shot for you. Smut responsibly.

Big shout out to @jrob64 for agreeing to be my last minute beta (ya snooze, you lose @kmomof4!) Okay, okay... much love and thanks to Krystal, too. She hopped on the doc just in time ;o) You're both amazing and the absolute best!

Rated: E / ~3200 words / Also available on ao3 / buy me a coffee / add to tag list / Curious? Come Ask Me!

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The train car was a sea of humanity by the time Emma was able to squeeze in. Normally, when she traveled home after an evening out with friends, this line was quiet with very few passengers. Tonight, however, thanks to some sporting event that annoyingly ended at the same time she and her friends had parted ways, her usually subdued commute was cramped, overheated, rowdy, and rambunctious.

Managing to slip back into an area where she wasn’t surrounded on all sides, Emma heaved a sigh and gathered her hair off her back and up into a high ponytail. The thin, short, halter style dress she’d chosen for late summer celebratory drinks would help keep her cool in the sweltering heat of the train car, but she knew it wouldn’t take long before she broke out in a sweat under her curtain of hair, so best to address that before it became so crowded she’d have trouble lifting her arms.

It was a good thing she did, too. At the next stop more people pushed their way in, jostling her and those around her as the new occupants jockeyed for position before the doors closed. A hand brushed the back of her dress, whispering over the swell of her ass, but Emma chalked it up as an accident. With the way the crush of passengers were all pressed tightly together and the rocking of the train making it hard to keep balance, there were bound to be a few unintentional touches here and there.

Curling her hand around the bar of the divider to her left, she braced herself as the train set off again, rolling her neck to ease some of the tension and causing the tip of her ponytail to brush across her exposed back. The man in front of her readjusted the bag he had slung over his shoulder, and she practically toppled into the person behind her when she tried to avoid getting smacked by the canvas satchel. A hand grabbed her hip, probably a reflex to help steady her, or to keep her from careening into them further. Again, she wasn’t going to fault the person for the touch.

That was until…

His thumb skimmed over the bare skin at her waist and the grip on her hip tightened as another hand began to trail up the side of her thigh towards her hemline. It took her a quick second to get over her shock - this was no accident - before she inhaled an indignant breath, ready to give this perv a piece of her mind and put him on blast in front of the entire train.

However, the scathing admonishment died on her tongue when a sultry voice gruffed low in her ear, “Intriguing tattoo you’ve got there, love.”

She nearly broke out into a cold sweat, even as heat rushed through her body. Her tattoo. The one she only displayed at a certain club; a certain club she only visited when she’d had enough of her high-stress, high-demand job and wanted to relinquish all control to someone else. The keyhole tattoo on her back was only visible in one specific cut of dress, like the one she had on tonight, which was why she’d been wearing her hair down. What were the odds that when she’d pulled it up, the person behind her would recognize it for what it was?

Rough, calloused fingertips traced over the ink as his other hand slipped beneath her skirt and palmed her ass cheek. “I’m not mistaking its meaning, am I?” he asked, though there was no question in his tone.

Clearing her throat in an attempt to return moisture to the dry, arid environment it had become, Emma whispered, “No.”

“No, what?” he murmured, his breath ghosting past the shell of her ear and making her shiver.

“No, sir.”

“Mmmm,” he hummed, rubbing his palm against her cheek. “Good girl.” His fingers moved to the tattoo that sat below the keyhole and he inquired, “And this one? The swan? A symbolic representation of your safe word, I presume?”

“Yes,” she murmured, over her shoulder, getting a glimpse of him for the first time, which did nothing to even out or calm her breathing.

Shit. He was gorgeous.

“Yes… what?” he replied, his voice deep, rich, and a tad dangerous.

“Yes… sir.”

“Eyes front, love.”

She did as she was told and focused on keeping her breath even and her expression neutral. A shiver of wonder ran down her spine at the feel of his lips caressing her shoulder. His other hand slipped beneath her skirt and worked in tandem with the first, fondling her ass, mapping its curves and creases while toying with the edges of her underwear.

She gasped when the back of her dress flipped up, exposing her backside. His hand slid around to the front of her pelvis and wrapped itself around her mound, pulling her backward by her pussy. He fused her ass to his groin and began rutting into her, his firm erection becoming stiffer at the contact, and all she could do was sink her teeth into her bottom lip and try not to grind against him, even though every throbbing, aching, needy nerve ending in her body was screaming at her to.

She did not dare though. Who knew what sort of attention they’d already started to attract. Who could see them? Were people watching, getting turned on by the entertainment and committing it to memory so they could get off on it later? Would they try to take advantage of the situation, thinking they had a right to her body, too? Her handsome stranger was knowledgeable enough that she trusted he would honor and respect her safe word if she chose to apply it, but would he be able to thwart others who wouldn’t give a damn?

“We’re getting off at the next stop,” he rasped in her ear.

Relief flooded her, but it was quickly overrun by confusion when she opened her eyes and glanced up at the map.

“The next stop?” Emma questioned. There was nothing at the next stop. Due to renovations, that station was practically deserted. “Are you su--”

His hand tightened around her inner thigh, his fingers digging into the sensitive flesh and making her eyes water. “Are you questioning me, Swan?” he growled.

“No, sir,” she exhaled breathlessly, and a flurry of butterfly wings took off in her stomach at the way he said her safeword.

As they approached the next station, her handsome stranger began to guide her forward, his hand wrapped around the back of her neck as he called out for people to make room. Once they’d exited onto the platform, he walked her past the main exit to a tunnel further down. She noted how he kept a vigilant eye out, making sure they weren’t followed off the train. Perhaps, he too had become concerned with the spectacle they were creating and the unwanted attention and trouble it could have garnered.

Now, completely alone and tucked away in the shadows of an alcove, he pressed her against the wall with her hands braced against the stuccoed surface and molded his body to hers.

“Before we continue,” he murmured between nips and kisses to her ear and neck, “anything you wish to tell me? Any particular words you wish to express?”

She knew he was asking for her consent to carry on, giving her a chance to use her safe word if she wasn’t completely on board with what might come next. The anticipation and excitement igniting her blood and throbbing between her legs made it impossible for her to say anything except a provocative and slightly coquettish, “No. I have nothing I wish to say… sir.”

With a hum of approval he feverishly yanked at the ties on the back of her dress, dropping the fabric of the halter top and exposing her chest. He wasted no time, filling each of his hands with her spilling breasts; groping, kneading, and skimming over them with touches that alternated from painfully rough to lovingly tender.

“Does your lover approve of you going out dressed this way?” he gruffed into her ear, the stubble along his jawline scratching against her cheek. “Like you want to be fucked? Like you want to be used? Would he get off on seeing you this way?”

“I don’t… h-have a lover,” she stuttered, her teeth sinking into her lip and muffling the groan attempting to escape her throat at the feel of him rolling her nipples between his fingers. “Sir.”

He grunted, an almost proprietary and possessive sort of sound that made her skin react in an eruption of raised flesh and forced her breath to catch.

Abandoning one of her breasts, his hand skimmed down her body and lifted her skirt. A series of sharp, forceful tugs caused the band of her underwear to snap and the torn pair of panties fell down one of her legs, resting around her ankle.

“Bloody hell, you’re fucking soaked,” he groaned into her skin, working a brand into the slope of her shoulder as his fingers slipped through her folds and coated themselves in her pooling arousal.

Emma’s nails scratched into the rough texture of the wall in front of her as one, then a second, then a third finger curled into her heat and the base of his hand applied exquisite pressure to the ache throbbing through her sex. His fingers worked quickly over her cunt and clit, bringing her to the brink from the way he pumped and curled within her, then removing them altogether, in order to flick and polish the pulsating, needy bud hooded within her folds. The mastery of his movements, combined with the utterly delightful filth he whispered and grunted into her ear had her on the edge of desperation.

“Please,” she whimpered, arching back into him so she could reach around and card her fingers through his hair.

“Please what, Swan?”

“Please,” she moaned, as his lips and tongue did delicious things to the pulse point on her neck.

“I wanna hear you say it, Swan,” he rasped commandingly into her skin, the rhythm of his fingers against her clit just shy of the tempo she desired. “I wanna hear you beg for it.”

Her knees nearly gave out when he slapped her sex, sending a shock wave of pleasure through her body that culminated with a wanton cry from her lips.

“Shhh, love,” he admonished in her ear. “You wouldn’t want any disembarking passengers from the next train to get curious and find us in such a compromising position, now would you?”

“N-No, sir,” she panted. “No, I wouldn’t.”

“What do you want then, Swan?” he goaded, bringing her back to ecstasy’s edge.

“I-I want…” She fisted a handful of his hair and wet her lips as her hips rocked and swiveled in a vain attempt to gain the friction she needed. “I want to come!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! Yes, please! Please let me come!”

She could feel his wicked grin when the corners of his lips lifted against her skin. “As you wish.”

Clamping a hand over her mouth, he mercilessly fucked her with his fingers until she screamed against the callouses on his palm. Tremors of pleasure coursed through her and colors erupted behind her eyelids.

She was still enjoying the aftershocks when he pulled his fingers from her core, and took his hand away from her mouth. Collapsing forward, she supported herself against the wall as he fumbled with his belt and zipper before shimmying his pants down to his knees

“I’m going to fuck you now, darling.” The low timbre and graveled quality in his voice made her shiver in anticipation. He tapped against the cleft of her ass, then teased the slick folds of her center with his cock as he inquired, “Unless there is a specific word you wish to say to me first, love?”

Pushing her ass back into his groin, she swiveled her hips and stated, “No, sir.”

“Thank fuck,” he growled before guiding his length into her wanton and greedy pussy.

The joint sound they made was utterly obscene, as were the ones that followed; especially when he lifted one of her legs, hooking the bend of her knee into the crook of his elbow so he could drive himself deeper into her depths.

“So. Fucking. Tight,” he chanted in staccatoed breaths. “So. Fucking. Soft… So. Fucking. Perfect.”

Emma lost herself in the slide of his cock and the way it filled her with each thrust. She wasn’t sure how long he fucked into her before the tell-tale tightening of another impending release began to build, but she wasn’t going to be left at his mercy again. With one hand still braced against the wall, she reached down and toyed with her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples between her fingers and sending zips of pleasure down to her clit. Once she’d worked them back into taut peaks, she reached between her legs and began to furiously rub at the throbbing nub.

“That’s it, Swan,” he praised, wrapping her ponytail around his hand and pulling her head backward. “Touch yourself, love. Make yourself come. I want to feel you come around my cock.”

And feel it he must have. No sooner had her second orgasm ripped through her than she felt his rhythm falter as guttural sounds and groanings deeper than words reverberated through the alcove.

They both collapsed into the wall in front of her, though he was careful to make sure he wasn’t crushing her. A long minute passed as they worked to stabilize their breathing, then another grunt fell from her handsome stranger’s lips as he slipped out of her and a wash of warmth began to seep down her thighs.

Lowering her leg back down, he gently placed a reverent kiss to her shoulder and panted, “That was…”

“A one time thing.”

With their tryst at an end, Emma went back to her usual, assertive self, and took back control. Stepping away from the handsome stranger, she proceeded to set herself to rights.

After tucking himself back into his pants and zipping them up, he offered her an endearingly lop-sided smile. “Here, love. Allow me to help you with that.”

She rebuffed his attempt to help her tie her top back into place with a curt, “Thanks, but I’ve got it.”

Clearly taken aback by her attitude and tone, he pawed at a patch of skin behind his ear and said, “Apologies, love, but have I… have I done something to vex you?” Something flashed in his eyes and his tone practically dripped with concern and distress as he continued, “I thought… you never used your safe word, so I… bloody hell, please tell me you wanted this, too.”

“Of course I did,” she assured him, not wishing him to panic or berate himself after such an amazing experience. Placing a calming hand on his chest, she smiled up at him. “Sorry if I gave you the wrong impression. I…” Her mind went blank. This was the first time she was really getting a good look at him and those piercing blue eyes of his were making it difficult for her to concentrate.

One of his brows rose and a smirk played at the corner of his mouth, causing her eyes to drift down and stare at his pinked lips in fascination, wondering what they’d feel like pressed against her own… or other places.

Focus, Emma!

“Look,” she said, clearing her throat and dropping her gaze as she smoothed out her dress. “We both got what we wanted and it’s over now, so let’s not pretend there’s gonna be anything more between us.”

“There could be,” he said, closing the space between them so he could slip a finger beneath her chin and bring her face up towards his. “If you wanted.”

Again, it took her a minute before she remembered. “Well, I don’t.” Sidestepping him, she began searching the ground around them and wondered aloud, “Where did my underwear go?”

The man joined in the search then walked a few steps away, towards a darker part of the tunnel, before reaching down and plucking her panties off the ground.

Swinging them around his finger by the one strap that was not snapped, he smirked and said, “I have half a mind to hold onto these as a memento of our time together.”

When he held them out for her she flicked her gaze up and gave him a smirk of her own. “Keep them.” Trying to shrug off the fresh swell of arousal coursing its way through her bloodstream, she tossed her ponytail over her shoulder and quipped, “They’re of no use to me now, anyway.”

With one last look around to make sure she hadn’t left anything behind, she started to turn for the opening of the alcove when his words stalled her departure.

“So, that’s it then? We’re to be two ships merely passing in the night?”

Heart hammering away in her chest, she took a calming breath before replying, “We’ve passed closely enough, don’t you think?”

This time, before she could make another attempt to leave, the man reached out and gently wrapped his hand around her wrist. “Tell me, please,” he said with an earnestness that almost had her losing her resolve. “Just who are you, Swan?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She meant to apply the same quipping sass she had before, but the words came out more breathless than she had intended.

“Aye. Perhaps I would,” he murmured, stepping further into her personal space. “Won’t you even tell me your name?”

Her gaze flicked down to his hand then back up to his eyes. His too blue eyes beneath pleading brows.

“Swan,” she told him, and his face fell.

Releasing her, he took several steps back, his Adam’s apple bobbing with disappointment. “As you wish, then.”

“No,” she said on an amused breath before clarifying. “That’s my name. Swan. Well… part of it anyway.”

His brows jumped up his forehead, then a delighted smile spread across his face before he schooled his features and brushed his thumb against the corner of his mouth.

“And the rest of it?” he asked, a bit suavely as he loosely wrapped his arms around her waist.

Running her hands up his chest - his firm, hard-planed chest with a dusting of hair, evident by the wisps peeking out from his unbuttoned collar - she alluringly stated, “That’s for me to know… and, if you’re really serious about seeing me again, you to find out.”

His arms tightened, bringing her flush against him. “Is that a challenge?”

“Maybe,” she replied coyly, wrapping her arms around his neck.

She had to crane her neck to look up at him as he towered over her, his lips only a hair’s breadth from hers as he murmured, “Something you’ll come to learn about me, Swan… I do so love a challenge.”

The End.

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butternuggets-blog · 3 months

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Boat That Rocked x Sandman Dreamling AU where Hob and Dream are disc jockeys on opposing pirate radio stations.

Hob shares helpful advice and weird historical anecdotes, and plays a wide range of songs.

Dream is a soft voice on the wire, telling rambling, enchanting stories late at night that people tune into while they fall asleep.

#sandman #dreamling #dream x hob #dreamling au #dream of the endless #hob gadling

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galedekarios · 7 months

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Oh wait now I’m curious what the backstory reasons behind Alton’s physical design are! He’s very handsome and I crave the oc lore.

thank you so much for asking about altonaufein. i really truly do appreciate it a lot! 🖤he's the favourite of my bg3 ocs.

his development and growth as a character is mostly tied to his hair and how he presents himself, so this is what i focused on for my choices throughout the game:

altonaufein was born as the third child but first son to matron ithrana of house hlarahel, a younger brother to his eldest sister nadriina and the second-born iraeae.

house hlarahel of ust natha has produced a long line of powerful clerics in service to lolth so altonaufein, with his natural talent and inlination for both the divine and the art of combat, was trained as a cleric to aid drow scouting and raiding parties:

this is how his hair would have looked then--perhaps even longer as the cc allows us--white hair worn long and open, symbolising lolth's demon webs, her reach and control on her drow, despite altonaufein's dreams of a bright moon hanging in a dark sky he has never seen.

i will put the rest under a cut because a) it's very, very long so sorry in advance and b) because it deals with some very heavy themes so if you aren't comfortable reading, you absolutely do not have to!

(cw assault/rape, cw mind manipulation, cw enslavement, cw drow society in general tbh)

drow society is a matriarchal society, where male drow are considered lesser, and it functions under a particular set of rules:

"The cruelty and injustice of Drow society are utterly familiar because they are constants, from the womb onward. Drow mothers punish and manipulate from the start, and Drow women rule each household. Typically, nobles are divided up into houses which jockey for position in the city, and each noble house is headed by a cleric of great skill. A wise matron mother will have several cleric daughters to ensure that her line and influence continues, but she will watch them carefully. Inheritance is passed through daughters, with children ranked in importance by gender, and then by age. A matron will guard against her eldest daughters and pit all of her children against each other to ensure her own survival." "Drow children are not coddled. They are raised together and sent to schools with high standards of conduct. Drow children are trained to compete with one another and to show no mercy. Some children do not survive the intense childhood games." "The Drow are infamous for their torture practices, as well they should be. Among the elves of the beginning times, they were the first to experiment with the sensation of pain. They have honed torture into science and psychological treatment. Drow parents will punish their children with pain and humiliation in very tactical ways. Drow students are publicly punished in front of their fellow students and class clowns are rare (although pranks for which no one was apprehended are remembered by Drow students as legends of a sort). Drow adults are not all masters of torture, but they have seen enough pain to know how to make others hurt. Not all Drow use physical pain as their modus operandi. A good many are adept at humiliation and terrible mind games. Some slaves are so broken mentally that all they can do is concentrate on the task at hand. Some Drow actually do not like to put forth the effort that torture requires and would rather kill someone than waste their energy. The worst punishments are said to come from those closest to Lolth - the yochlol and the clerics. They are whispered to be divinely inspired."

these are the circumstances that shaped altonaufein as much as it did nadriina and iraeae, who, in the tradition of house hlarahel, are both striving to become powerful priestesses of lolth in their own right, seeking to inherit control of the house from matron mother.

drow house politics are insane and it's all encouraged by lolth. lolth wants to determine who of her followers are worthy enough to be supported by her, so all drow have to pass a test of faith, a trial of lolth.

after altonaufein foolishly (he truly did love--in a way that drow are capable of--his sister iraeae and confided in her visions that spoke not of lolth or a great spider swallowing the world, but of a moon, shining bright silver.

iraeae felt conflicted. she, too, loved her brother in her own way. of course that weakness was what made her realise what she had to do: weed it out. so she told not only nadriina, but her her mother. it was then decided that altonaufein was not simply to die.

they would not further shame their own house like that. instead he would be put through his trial of lolth, to weed out that weakness and corruption within their own ranks. should he die, he'd be a sacrifice to lolth, should he live, he would prove lolth's favour to their house and advance them further in ust natha's society.

altonaufein with that was sentenced to undergo the test of strength. power and resourcefulness, whether or not the subject is strong and clever enough to defeat a powerful foe. the test is only fulfilled by a battle to the death between the test subject and another, stronger person, sometimes a creature.

the fight is usually difficult, and the test subject often has to expend all their resources to survive and vanquish their foe, who must be slain: the more brutal, the longer drawn out the fight, the more you've suffered and the more your foe has suffered, the more it will satisfy lolth.

altonaufein earned his first brutal kill like that. he had just reached maturity.

nadriina had hoped he would die. winning the trial had garnered favour and attention. a strong male could be just as dangerous as a scheming female. she devised a plan with iraeae to ensure that they would not be threatened and, with that, iraeae passed her own trial of lolth: chwidevbrii, or the test of betrayal.

it's a punishment that strikes particularly deep. trust is a distasteful concept to drow, though they understand that sometimes it does happen and is even necessary. to rid themselves of this, to succeed at this test, the drow must betray someone who has garnered her trust or in whom she has placed her trust.

mentors, teachers, leaders, friends, family members. as long as there has been a solid connection of dependence made in the past. the relationship between master and slave or servant does not count; the goddess knows that no betrayal can happen in such a relationship. it is simply a slave. the drow must utterly destroy the other drow in a way that allows her to advance in some manner. the method is not important: blackmail, slander, torture... magic. in the end, the victim must die or be thoroughly disgraced and dominated. usually, the victim is murdered by the drow herself, commits suicide, or is killed as a result of the drow's action.

so what better way to show to her goddess that she is a true drow, that she is worthy, what better way than to serve the house than humiliating and dominating someone who was once a little brother.

drow females are able to take over the mind of a male drow just like that, with a spell, akin to a thrall. all thoughts are gone, all will is gone. your mind is not your own anymore.

iraeae did just that: after he was beaten, whipped, mental and physical defences exhausted, the spell on altonaufein took hold and, as perhaps a final "kindness" in her utter triumph, altonaufein was discarded in ust natha's dark underbelly.

ust natha has a tavern. to entertain both those lusting for blood, for sport, and for more carnal pursuits. altonaufein still remembers szordrin and sondal, the keepers of the tavern. their taunting faces. mind gone, he and others were kept in a cage. he served there for a while. to fight. to please. to be of use. to those who asked. to those who had power or gold. for battle. for pleasure.

he was there, under that spell, until it broke: iraeae dead by her sister's hand. betrayed just like altonaufein had been by her. altonaufein doesn't remember how long it lasted, remembers only parts of it: the many hands, more than hands, the pain. he remembers fighting. other drow. other prisoners. the surface. running. the moon. fever. then nothing for a long time again.

and finally, karl:

karl is an ilmater cleric, a part of a small settlement built around a modest church of ilmater that, unknowingly, is very close to an entrance to the underdark.

during one of his patrols with another of the settlement, karl found altonaufein: delirious with fever, malnourished, ravaged by old wounds that never truly healed, hair tangled.

any other man might have killed the defenseless drow, thinking it to be a ruse, or perhaps to put him out of his misery, but karl is an ilmateri through and through, for better and for worse, and so he shouldered this suffering and brought altonaufein to the temple. he was tasked with caring for him. and watching him.

so karl came to care for the drow: he cleaned and dressed his wounds, sat by him. tried to talk to him, engage him in moments of clarity and despite the obvious language barrier. karl, an ex-soldier and deserter, was forced to fight for his homeland cormyr against sembia. he saw a lot of cruelty during that war. a lot of violence, both in battle and outside of it. in the villages and cities that were torched and conquered and pillaged. he saw a lot then and sees a lot of it now in altonaufein, who survived a different kind of war.

as for altonaufein himself, he tries to settle into that new life, tries to come to terms with what he remembers of his old one... it was incredibly violating. he remembers only snippets. moments. sudden movements and motions, that send his heart racing.

the clearest memory is a hand gripping his hair so tightly, pulling and guiding. it's not anymore, but he still feels it.

he hasn't brushed it or touched it since his rescue, it's a tangled, matted–and it’s also something that hasn’t escaped karl’s notice.

altonaufein goes to cut it with the only blade he could find (stolen and kept on his person from one of the meals karl had shared with him).

(ilmater clerics and priests are good and nice, but they are also no fools who would give a drow access to sharp weaponry. kindness goes only so far, even here, no matter how much karl vouches for altonaufein.)

so altonaufein begins to cut it with a dulled blade and it goes about as badly as you'd imagine: it's hard to do, it hurts, and the strands that he manages to cut are choppy (which is the least of his worries). he still manages to hurt himself simply by the virtue of hard he is trying and how badly his hands are shaking with it.

karl would find him, take one look at him and leave, coming back with honeyed tea to soothe frazzled nerves and a sharper blade, one of his own. he drinks the tea first from the little teapot, pouring himself one cup and another for altonaufein, to show him it's not poisoned or meddled with. he had noticed how skittish altonaufein was with things he hadn't seen being prepared.

they sit there for a while before altonaufein, too, calms enough to drink his cup, and it is only then that karl begins to speak, voice soft but clear.

he takes up the sharp blade, lets it rest on his hands just so, where altonaufein could reach out and take it at any time, and tells him of what could happen: he could leave the blade with altonaufein and he can try again, but karl would prefer it if he could help, clean the cuts and nicks and heal them, and help altonaufein cut his hair.

altonaufein looks at him for a long time, searching his eyes, still holding onto that dull blade as a last defense, but there is no deception in karl, none at all. only that strange kindness that he has come to associate with the human.

it was one of many, many small gestures, things, that karl did for altonaufein that made him trust karl. trust him enough to at first take food and drink from him, later to help fix injuries like this one--and finally, to let him cut his hair.

he turns his back on karl--even though the human might not realise fully how meaningful that truly is--so he can do as he had said he would. and karl does. he keeps his word.

time passes and altonaufein settles into his new life, bit by bit. he helps with that he can at the temple and the settlement: repairing fences, caring for the animals, the harvest, building and repairing things.

he still wears his hair short, but here and there, he allows it to grow just that bit longer than it had been for a long while now:

and it's this way when the settlement is attacked and he is captured on the nautiloid.

on his journey to find a cure, and to find karl, he meets another human, just as kind as the ilmateri. one who knows the goddess behind the light and moon he had dreamed of, prayed to, albeit not knowing just how to, and gives her a name that altonaufein had not known until then: eilistraee, lady silverhair--and a close friend to the man's own goddess, mystra.

this bond between them, beginning with a moment of connection, grows ever closer and brighter.

through them, karl and gale, with them and alongside them, altonaufein begins to heal and helps them heal in return, begins to find his purpose and helps them find theirs:

he is a cleric of eilistraee. he can be more than a tool for bloodshed and violence.

he's not kulg llarzoran ithrana qualla hlarahel (his designation as a male of his house). he's not auflaque (dog) as he was called during his captivity. he is simply altonaufein and that's what he is to gale, to karl and the friends he has made.

settling in waterdeep with them, altonaufein joins the promenade and its leader trelasarra zuind. to help others as he had been helped.

🖤

#i am SO SORRY this got so long #idk where it came from but #there you have it #the alton lore drop #i love my drow son a lot #and why it lowkey hurt me when people made disparaging comments about the hair i picked for him #ch: altonaufein #ch: gale dekarios #ch: karl eifers #otp: a soul that steels my own #otp: battered and wrecked i come to you first #vg: baldur's gate 3 #series: baldur's gate #meta: mybg3 #bg3 spoilers

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renstrapp · 4 months

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art vs artist to conclude 2023

Comics I worked on this year: - Lesbian Gender Outlaw - Heavyweight Desk Jockey World Champ - Heave and Thaw - How Could You (you know, my huge freakin book??) - Invasive Species

Projects I did illustrations for this year: - Classics But Gay Vol III - And They Were Monsters - Dreams in Riso

Shows I did this year: - ECCC - VanCAF - MCAF/FBDM - Sonny's Summer Story Fest - RCCC - Portland Zine Symposium

I can't wait to see what I get to do next year!

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potentialguybodyswaps · 1 year

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DUMB JOCK:

Holy shit dude, I can’t believe it worked

Not my plan, I knew that would work bro, I mean the whole bodyswapping thing in general.

Where should I start?

It all started in biology class where I was seated next to this guy

His name, er I guess my name now bro, is Zack

Zack was your typical sports jockey and was proud of it, constantly partying with the team, and fucking bitches on the regular. The type of life a formal nerd like me could only dream of, and would kill for.

However my guy was flunking out of multiple classes, and biology was the cherry on top, with how many classes he was failing, this was it, this would be the one that finally got him held back and kicked off the team if he failed

Just after the professor stated that there would be a project that counts for 40% of our grade this semester, I looked over to see zack swapping though multiple text conversations,

One with the team, two with two different chicks he’s been tryin to bang, and one with his parents

I only caught a brief look at the one with his parents, when he saw me looking

“What nerd? Satisfied that a popular dumb jock like me is about to flunk this class and get held back, kicked off the team, and cut off by my parents…”

“No” I said trying to sound sympathetic, “I think your a pretty cool guy, sucks that your going though that, have you tried getting a tutor?” I said remembering a small snippet of what his parents had asked him

“Yes Adam (thats me, or was me) but bro, they’re kinda expensive and it just never really helped me retain anything, I’m fucked dude” Zack had said putting his head on the table and throwing his hands and arms up around it

“Okay bro, um how about this, you and me can be partners for this project, and I’ll help you so you don’t flunk out this class okay?” I said to him trying to hide my smile from the plan that was already forming in my head

“Seriously bro” he said throwing his head up “your a life savor my dude, we should definitely hang out sometime after this”

As the bell rang, and we were getting up, I decided to start putting my plan in motion

“Hey Zack, why don’t you come over to my dorm later tonight, I already have an idea of what we could do for the project, better to start now than do it last minute, faster it’s done the faster we can forget about it, ya know what I mean”

“Sure, ya I get what you mean bro, I’ll be there later”

It was around 8 Alcock when Zack finally showed up

“So I spoke with the professor and a lot of topics have already been picked, which doesn’t leave us with a lot of options

“I proposed a certain idea to him and he agreed to it despite it being very unorthodox… however I don’t think you’ll like the idea” I said pressing my nerdy classes closer to my face

“Ya anything bro, I gotta pass this class, what is it” Zack said somehow looking stressed but carefree as usual

I proceeded to walk across the room and dig into one of my dresser drawers and pulled out the swap pump 3000

And brought it back to show him

“Um like bro, this isn’t gonna be some gay shit is it, Cause that looks an awful lot like a double ended penis pump, or some shit bro” he said looking nervous

“Yes and no” I said

“It’s a device used to swap bodies, but the professor wants some sort of proof “

“So after we swap we gotta talk to him individually and answer a whole bunch of questions that only us being really us would know, and then right an essay on what being the other person is like and how different it is from our usual day to day life” I said confidently handing him the swap pump

“Decision is yours but it sounds pretty easy doesn’t it

Basically just an essay right? “

Zack continued to fiddle with it in his hands before sighing “I mean no offense I don’t really wanna swap bodies with a nerd or anything, no offense. but I guess your right, I need to pass and it does sound easy, not really a hard decision, even for a dumb jock like me bro haha” he said while unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down, letting his dick flop out…

“Fuck it, let’s get this shit over before I change my mind, how does this shit work bro” he said slipping his dick into it

“That’s fine right there” I said eyeing his massive cock and balls as I walked over to sit next to him. “Look away” I said feeling sheepish

“Why bro, don’t be shy, it’s gonna be my body anyways soon, you know what, fine I don’t care bro, whatever” he said turning his head looking away

It was then that I felt my heart beating out my chest, I was about to have everything I ever wanted, this was so worth the 2 grand I spent on this machine… only reason I’ve waited so long is it’s a 1 swap device, once permanent, the device basically self destructs

I pulled my pants down and stuck my already hard dick in there. at 4 inches hard, it doesn’t go that far in… compared to Zack who soft looks the same size as me hard, and a bit thicker

I turn the device on and the machine starts doing its work, feeling like my dick is getting sucked, the machine speeding up and slowing down for both of us trying to compensate and make sure we both cum at the same time

After what felt like an eternity of getting teased with robotic head, but in reality only 15 minutes

“Aw shit bro I’m about to cum” I said

Same” said Zack looking at me

Just then we both smelt something and looked at the machine, it was smoking

Zack went to pull off the swap pump but it was too late, the moment he raised his arm we both had a mind shattering orgasm and cummed into the machine blacking out

Zack was the first one to wake up, as me.

“Adam wake up, we’ve got a serious problem Adam”

I woke up and pulled my dick out the pump, staring at my somehow still fucking hard dick, standing at attention with a thick 7 and a half inches

“My mind is racing at a thousand miles a minute, but, look at The machine Adam, look it’s messed up” I herd him say with my higher pitched nerdy voice

I looked down at it and saw the core of the machine melted with the plastic that holds the tubes together

“Oh well bro, that’s fine, right?” I said feeling a weird blissfulness in my head

“You needed to pass, we’re gonna pass and becides, technically your passing all your classes right now Adam, uh shit I mean bro… sorry I just got confused looking at myself haha” I said putting my pants back on but still keeping a hand in my underwear

“ ya but Adam” Zack started before I cut him off

“Call me Zack, bro, it’s be weird if we called each other by our original names”

“Ok, but Zack, we gotta swap back at some point, where’d you get this thing, we have to get another” he said pacing back and forth like I use to do when stressed

“I got it from some dark web website that got closed down awhile ago, plus there like super expensive, so don’t sweat it bro. I guess I’ll just have to stay as the dumb fuck boi jock, and you’ll have to stay as a nerd dude”

“But Zack” he started as I cut him off again

“Aye bro sense your the nerd now, do you think you could help me with my essay haha? Nah fuck it I don’t care haha” I said as I got up to leave but stopped at the door

“You know what Adam, I will do you a favor tho” I said taking my shirt off “dam bro, I’ve got nice abs haha… you can keep this as a souvenir of your original body tho” I said throwing him the shirt and walking out shirtless with my hand in my pants and phone in the other

“Ima go fuck one of those bitches you were texting, see ya later broski, we should still hang sometime”

#body swap #male body swap #male2male #mtm #jock #nerd

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gabessquishytum · 5 months

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Mob boss Hob has an exhausting job as the most feared man in the city. He is lethal with a weapon and his fists. He spends his time overseeing an empire, never letting himself appear weak or soft. He doesn’t let anyone know for example, that he feeds the feral cats in his alley.

But he also happens to be a legendary power bottom, known for riding men into oblivion. He regularly rides his bodyguard, Cori, like a champion jockey, usually teasing a knife down Cori’s chest because Cori had a thing for blood.

But Cori can tell it isn’t enough. Hob is still high-strung. There is a part of his mind that never shuts off. Even when he’s coming on Cori’s cock, he’s on high alert, thinking of the empire. And no matter what, Hob won’t let Cori be more than a glorified dildo.

Cori knows that what would help Hob would be to submit, to truly get his back blown out. He isn’t about to give anyone that kind of power. But Cori’s job is Hob’s care, after all. And Cori knows one person who is a match for Hob. His own former boss.

Dream is retired from the mob game. He left it as a legend. He now is an artist. With a knife and a gun, yes, but also with a paintbrush now.

He, of course, remembers hob, who’d been a young upstart when Dream left the game. And when Cori reaches out and explains that Hob needs to be fucked good and proper by someone who can actually make him give up his constant control, Dream is very intrigued.

Cori warns dream ahead of time: Hob is desperate for it, but too prideful to take it lying down. Dream is in for a fight if he wants to give Hob the dicking down he’s craving.

I love Mob boss Hob so much. Combined with slutty power bottom Hob, he’s perfect.

When Dream thinks of Hob from the old days, he imagines this twinky, puppyish young man who always used to be smiling. Definitely not the tough guy that Cori is describing to him. But then again, people change. Dream knows that. He goes into the prearranged meeting with Hob expecting just about anything.

And Hob is polite, respectful, as he should be to someone of Dream’s reputation. He's filled out over the years into a stunning man. And yes, Dream can tell. The poor boy just can't switch off. All the time he's talking to Dream, he's thinking about something else entirely. And that's something that Dream won't tolerate.

He doesn't expect Hob to physically fight back, but that's not a problem. Dream is retired, sure, but that just means he's got more time to train. He gets Hob slung over his lap without breaking much of a sweat, and waits for Hob to stop spitting and swearing at him before they actually get started.

(Watching through the security feed Cori is actually a little scared. He's never seen the boss so mad, and he knows for a fact that Hob carries a switch blade at all times. He's a tiny bit worried that Dream is going to get shivved. But Hob just kicks and screams and eventually, goes quiet.)

Instead of letting Hob go on top like he wants to, Dream makes him kneel on all fours. Hob is grasped by the hair and manhandled, has his arse slapped and spanked, all while Dream praises him for being a good, calm boy. He makes sure that Hob feels thoroughly degraded before he even starts on fucking him: it's important to make Hob forget who he is and just let him enjoy being a good whore.

Hob finally, blissfully gets his hole filled with Dream's cock. He's whimpering and slurring out please and thank you until he can't even speak. He can't even keep his arse up in the air. His eyes are glazed over and he really is so pretty. Dream thinks he might want to keep him. He uses Hob until he's satisfied, and he even lets the poor little mob boss cum. He's earned it this time.

An hour later Hob practically floats out of his private office. Head empty, no thoughts. Cori is extremely impressed. He has to make sure that the boss doesn't walk into traffic all afternoon. And that evening, Hob is on fire- he has a meeting with a group of local officials and makes the biggest deal the city has ever seen.

Good thing Dream has agreed to stay on in a private consultancy capacity, eh? (He's also persuaded Hob to finally adopt those cats for real.)

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw blood

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flowerscentedartist · 1 year

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Killer: just had a dream that I drank 40 litres of vodka, entered a horse race and won.

Killer: I should specify that I entered not as a jockey but as a horse

Ink: were you physically a horse or were you a monster entering as a horse? did you have a jockey?

Killer: I was a monster entering as a horse, no jockey, just me running like the fucking wind

#undertale #undertale au #sans the skeleton #sans #incorrect quotes #killer sans #killer #ink sans #ink

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sirenjose · 8 months

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Lily Backstory Analysis

Lily’s family is an old and wealthy one. Her father is the “unappreciated and unloved” 2nd son but has enough wealth to give Lily a carefree childhood. Her parents and older brother are passionate about sports, with her father’s dream being to organize a “world-famous horse racing event”, which is likely a major part of the reason why her brother becomes a highly anticipated jockey as soon as he reaches adulthood. Lily as the only daughter is pampered by her brother and parents, causing her to develop a “naïve, stubborn, and arrogant personality”.

Eventually, Lily’s father is able to establish the “Barriere Family Sports Show” by the time Lily turns 16.

Unfortunately, the day (which may also be Lily’s birthday) the “lavishly funded new horse racing series” begins, “a horse went out of control, causing a stampede”. As a result, Simon ends up falling off his own horse and is seriously injured: “he was left paralyzed on one side, regressed to the mental capacity of a young child, and lost the ability to speak”. He’s sent to a care facility by his parents afterwards.

It isn’t specified whose horse it is, so there’s a good chance it wasn’t Simon’s horse, but his horse was affected by what was going on.

Considering the Kreiburg Racecourse also reference a horse going out of control and causing a (fatal) stampede, and how Lily’s father was never said to own the track, only that he hosted it, there’s a good chance the Kreiburg Racecourse is where the “Barriere Family Sports Show” took place. According to the headline for the Kreiburg Racecourse incident, as well as from Ashes of Memory part 1, it’s likely that the horse that went out of control and started the stampede was a white horse, and Simon’s horse was brown.

Due to the incident at the track, Lily’s father was “ousted” from the family. He couldn’t accept this, and turned to alcoholism in his anger at being kicked from the family, sorrow over his son’s accident, as well as frustration with his new financial problems. In his drunkenness, he subjects Lily and her mother to physical abuse, though he “repent[s] remorsefully when sober”, turning Lily’s “once happy family… into a living hell”.

Lily’s father is the source of several of the scars we see on her, including the fairly visible one we can see across her nose.

Lily’s only respite from this “hell” was when she went to visit Simon at the care facility, cheering him on “just as she used to at the racetrack”. We can see clearly how much she cares for Simon, as well as how traumatized she was over his accident and subsequent events based on Lily’s trait “All Thumbs” stating “The Cheerleader suffers from early psychosis caused by childhood trauma and is unable to accurately discern her surroundings” (aka, her perception of reality is messed up).

While she’s visiting Simon, she ends up befriending “a child of the same age who, after learning what Lily was going through, offered her some advice as a ‘peer’”.

Based on what little we can see from Lily’s trailer, it is highly likely the person she met was Galatea, based on similarities including the wheelchair, IV wrapped around their arm, and similar material where we can see the person’s knees/legs (as well as a similar build it seems).

There’s also how Lily after meeting with this person changes her appearance slightly so she has very similar marks under her eyes and similar lipstick smear (on the same side of her face even).

Galatea we know ended up in that wheelchair after her father threw her statue "off the terrace" and she jumped after it. Following this, as her parents noticed her talking to her statues, they put her in an asylum. There’s a good chance she might’ve been at the same facility as Simon, at least before being sent to the asylum.

We see it is after this meeting that Lily puts on Simon’s cap and, in the trailer, begins to dance around.

Regarding the “peer” advice, it is right after this that it states “shortly after, Lily’s father met his demise, breaking his neck while drunk on his way home”. Considering what we know about Galatea, as well as what we see in Lily’s trailer as she’s dancing around, I do believe it’s possible the “advice” Galatea gave involved suggesting Lily kill her father, or do something that’d lead to his death.

Especially as, in Lily’s trailer, as she’s dancing around, we see her toss 1 of her pom poms into the air, see it turn into a bottle, at which point the shadow of her father appears as if he’s falling, and the bottle shatters where his head would’ve been, before turning back into her pom pom.

The reason I find this suspicious is because of several points. First because of how the bottle breaks right where his head would be. Second is because the “bottle” that used to be her pom pom, which she was holding, and after the bottle disappears, it turns back into a pom pom in her hand. Which makes me think its possible Lily had been “holding” that “bottle” and broke it over her father’s head while he was drunk. Third, there’s also how Lily is seen smiling in a bit of a crazy manor as this is happening (happy at finally being freed from him?). Finally comes again from the trailer and how we hear, after she comments Simon can no longer hear, that she cant hear either.

This relates to how, in the trailer she commented about her father, who she refers to as a “monster, “growling at me”, as well as how the official announcement for Lily’s trailer (https://twitter.com/IdentityVJP/status/1690181309518508032) says her home was a "castle", destroyed by Simon's accident, ending her happy life. Her father was a "monster" in that "crumbling castle", just like we hear in her trailer. It ends by saying, one day, she no longer heard the "voice" of that monster. Aka, her father is dead, and the way she phrases it feels like there’s a good opening that she is the reason her father has finally been silenced.

I mean, calling her home a castle that a monster lives in, and with how her perception of reality is messed up, she might want to kill the monster in her castle, like in a typical fairy tale.

With her father dead, her mother is asked to identify his body at the morgue, but she never returned, leaving Lily alone to fend for herself and take care of Simon.

We know Lily’s parents (and then her and Simon once they were gone) had been in debt and desperate for money by the papers in her trailer that say “Final Notice", "Final Demand", "Account Closed", and "Override".

Simon’s medical bills were a major source of their financial issues, as well as any lawsuits from the scandal at the horse track, combined with Lily’s father alcoholism. I also wonder, if Lily began taking some sort of drugs after the accident based on the bottles and pills we see lying all over the floor by the end of the trailer, if the drugs Lily was taken contributed further to their worsening monetary problems. Maybe these were drugs for Lily’s psychosis. Or maybe they were for Simon. We can’t be certain.

Lily contacts her grandfather and uncle in the hopes of receiving financial support from them to sustain her until adulthood and cover Simon’s medical bills. Her uncle, likely the 1st son, ignores Lily, but her grandfather responds, though he only gives her enough money to “barely suffice for 2 years, along with a peculiar promissory note” (aka, an IOU). The creditor on the note had been changed from the grandfather to Lily herself, with the debtor stated to reside in Oletus Manor.

This seems confirmed to be a set up to force Lily to go to the manor and attend the games there based on how the backstory summary from Lily’s gameplay trailer states “Until [she] heard Grandfather’s cold voice, ‘Go to that manor, get back the thing which belongs to me, and I’ll help you redeem the thing which belongs to you’”.

Based on what we’ve managed to learn about the Barriere family, it seems very likely that Lily’s grandfather is the “Count Barriere” from the Golden Cave and Moonlit River Park backstories.

Count Barriere is the owner of the mountain where Golden Cave, as well as Oletus Manor, are located. He likely also owns the land Lakeside Village is on. And as I’ve said, we know he build Moon River Park. By being the owner of the land Oletus Manor is on, that means the “debtor” that owes Count Barriere, and then Lily, money is Orpheus, who we know bought the manor at some point after Manus sells it.

Lily’s essence backstory also contributes to this idea, as it mentions the “phosphorescent ore” in the mine (Golden Cave) brought “wealth to their ancestors”. As we know their family is “ancient” (aka old and has a lot of wealth), it would make sense based on the essence backstory that much of it may have been due to Golden Cave.

“Barriere” is also referenced in Freddy’s 4th letter as part of the “Keogh & Barriere” law office. This is the 1 time it doesn’t say “Count” Barriere. As the 1st son, the uncle should own something and be considerably wealthier than Lily’s father by the way it’s phrased in Lily’s backstory, so I think there’s a chance the uncle runs this law office alongside Keigan. And as a lawyer, especially one from a wealthy, potentially well-known family, that would likely help him to better achieve financial success. If this is true, in Keigan's backstory, it mentions she "followed her brother into the city and helped out with administrative matters in his law office". Freddy in his letter just says "Keogh & Barriere". That could mean initially that law office was initially Keigan's brother and Lily's uncle, but Keigan replaced her brother to work with Lily's uncle after she took over for her brother.

Going back to Lily, as she’s the now the person Orpheus owes money to, and with her connection to what is likely Kreiburg Racecourse, there’s a good chance we may see her appear in the final game alongside Frederick and the others.

Speaking of which, Lily is described as having an “arrogant” personality. That means she could potentially be the female that Norton was ordered (by someone) to kill, as he described the individual as “arrogant” in his 2nd letter.

Going back to the backstory summary from Lily’s gameplay trailer, the Grandfather is asking Lily to “get back the thing which belongs to me, and I’ll help you redeem the thing which belongs to you”.

We know Lily cares about Simon and that she asked her Grandfather (and uncle) for money to sustain her and fund Simon’s medical bills. So, my thought is the thing he’ll help her “redeem” may be the promissory note aka Lending Certificate for Orpheus’ debt (as it now “belongs” to her after the Grandfather transferred it to her) and with the money from that she’d have enough to likely to fund everything she needs.

That just leaves the question of “the thing which belongs to me” (the Grandfather).

Mostly we know Count Barriere owns land, including the land Oletus Manor is on (and thus maybe the manor itself). As he is originally who Orpheus owes, it could be he’s asking Lily to get the manor back for him, though it doesn’t feel quite as the previous line is “go to that manor”, as it makes it sound like 2 different things. It’s still possible though, especially based on the tragic history of the manor, which is stated in Oletus Manor’s original backstory, as well as from what we know happened to both Dennis and his wife, as well as Manus and Mary de Capet, not to mention the disappearances that occur while Orpheus is the owner. With how the Grandfather sets up Lily to go to the manor, it makes me think again about the theory that Count Barriere may have a hand in causing many of those tragedies to the other owners of Oletus Manor. Though we don’t know why (beyond greed, especially with Golden Cave involved in Lily’s essence, or maybe jealousy/something personal since the paper implies Count Barriere and Dennis DeRoss did know each other to some degree) he’d be doing this just yet, but it still feels like its at least somewhat possible. It would fit with what little we do know about Count Barriere, who we know has death seemingly following him everywhere (built Moonlit River Park but then later Hullabaloo tragedy, owns both Golden Cave and Oletus Manor, both which had tragedies).

Then there is the pocket watch shown during the Ashes of Memory part 1 trailer with Count Barriere’s name underneath (with likely Denis DeRoss’ name above his). Though I’m doubtful of this option too. According to the image shown, it implies 3 of those watches were made, 1 of which we know Alice owns, as we see her use it during Ashes of Memory part 1, with 2 others somewhere else. As there’s more than 1 of these watches, as well as the lack of any indication of these watches being significant beyond the ability to tell the time, I don’t see why he’d want that watch bad enough to send Lily.

My last thought relates to Golden Cave, which we know is important, especially as the setting for Lily’s essence backstory is Golden Cave. We know from Golden Cave’s rumor that “despite that not a single piece of gold was ever found, Count Barriere still got what he wanted with this land”. The mine was abandoned after its collapse based on Alice’s corkboard from Ashes of Memory part 1.

From the collapse we know, besides death, only Norton and his meteorite chunk came out of it. So, if Barriere never got any gold by the time of the collapse, the only things to come out of the mine that Barriere could “want” are Norton or his meteorite chunk.

Could be he wants Norton, but at least regarding the meteorite, there’s a chance the “phosphorescent ore” from Lily’s essence is meant to parallel it. The ore in the essence backstory is what was said to have “brought wealth to their ancestors” (aka, likely Lily’s Grandfather and the Barriere family in general), as well as “eroded” their skin and mind, making them “yearn for confinement” (aka, seems like they have a desire for it). If the ore does parallel the meteorite, this could relate to what Barriere “wanted” according to Golden Cave’s rumor and the backstory summary in Lily’s gameplay trailer.

Going back to the headline on Alice’s corkboard, it does mention “rumors of precious metal ores”. It says these are “false rumors”, but what if isn’t as false as some (such as Barriere) would want people to think? He may just want to keep people away from it so he can have it all for himself. Though I do think people would have to put themselves at risk to get into the mine at all considering we know its unstable, but I do think there’s a chance those rumors aren’t completely false.

From these ideas, the options so far are that Lily is after Alice due to her watch, Orpheus due to his debt and being the current owner of Oletus Manor, or Norton due to his ties to Golden Cave and/or his meteorite chunk. If Barriere is sending Lily after one of them, that could mean the one that ordered Norton to kill could be Orpheus. Even if Count Barriere did just want Norton’s meteorite chunks, Orpheus still might want Lily gone due to her coming after him and his debt, and he likely doesn’t want anything to get in the way of his experiments or keeping him from the manor. And Lily is specifically described as arrogant, so it seems to fit the female Norton is ordered to kill may be Lily, and that Orpheus may be the one who made that order. Though we still need a lot more information to really figure out Count Barriere.

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