So, your Clear Sky post is absolutely horrifying, but it was very needed, so thank you. What are your general thoughts on tackling his abuse for the AU? Like you've said, pretending he's a good guy is not the way to go, but are you planning on toning down *some* of the situations, just to give some of the cats a break? Clear Sky is a very realistic depiction of abusers, but that seems to come across even without victim number 25, yknow? I'm very curious about how you'd like to go about this.
My most recent big change was bringing Slash back into the fold, because I realized that it was actually a disservice to not address where DOTC's themes dip into Colonialism. It's a hard topic, and I'm still trying to work out the details, but I realized it was important.
With how BB!DOTC is such a MASSIVE overhaul, to properly address abuse and the ways it impacts you, ableism and its violence, and xenophobia broadly, a huge reworking of Slash belonged here too. He's one of the greatest examples of how badly WC demonizes non-Clanborn cats. I shouldn't dance around it.
That's what I need to do with Skystar.
MANY of his victims have happier endings than canon, though. Bumble is one of the most famous, bumped up into a major character and directly responsible for the formation of ThunderClan. Bright Storm is taking most of Gray Wing's roles. Birch and Alder are getting examined, with either a father who wants his kids back or Milkweed as the mate of Misty.
A lot of people will die because of him, even more will be hurt, but I see BB!DOTC as a story about victims and survivors.
Others might grab POVs here and there, but as a response to canon which I feel is Clear Sky's story told in many parts, I center this rewrite around Thunder Storm. The path of kindness he marches down, with love and with anger, and the people he helps.
So BB!Star Flower...
Previously I was playing her as ENTIRELY just manipulating Clear Sky. She was loyal to One Eye and trying to get at Skystar to bleed him dry for 8 lives to sacrifice; but connected to Thunderstar over recognizing him as a victim who deserves her idea of justice. So, she offers Thunderstar the final kill, so her father will be grateful to him and he'll get power AND the death of his abuser.
(When Thunderstar looks upon Skystar, pathetic and neutralized down to one life, he thinks about the collateral damage that will descend upon the forest if he accepts the deal. He decides that he has found the line between Justice and Justification. Of course he wants the power to make his enemies cower, protect his people, and eliminate Clear Sky so he never threatens them again; that's not the problem.
He can still do these things. He wouldn't NEED the power of a war god to do so.
But if One Eye returns, he will be endlessly hungry, ruthlessly dedicated to revenge, and set out to devour the whole forest. Everything would get worse, and even more people he loves would die. It's where his desire to destroy a monster would lead to him BECOMING one.)
Even on its face, it was previously missing an element. There's a step between "Starf decides to bring One Eye back" and "Starf offers Thunderstar the final kill" that was bare. This is the piece that was missing-- That she, herself, is trying to reach out to the only person who's ever really understood her.
But more importantly... I do feel this topic belongs here, in BB!DOTC. Abuse is a MAJOR theme. SKYSTAR is a monster already. He's harmed two wives in BB (Bright Storm and Falling Cry) and played toxic games with all three kits (Thunder Storm, Pale Sky, Tiger Sky).
And I'd avoid Star Flower being abused... why? Because it's uncomfortable to confront the pattern that Clear Sky displays? That in-canon, he tries to cut all his victims into the same ideal shape, from Storm to Thunder to Star Flower? ...it should be uncomfortable. Everything that I described in Clear Sky Is A Monster is rooted in the same desire for control, power, and punishment most abusive people share, he just happens to be a severe example.
Yes. That includes how he treats his child and romantic partners. The parallels that are drawn between Starf and Thunder are there because he wants power in the form of obedience. Starf replaces the son as a narrative award for his "growth" of not killing random people anymore for a while.
A cookie cutter is an effective tool because IT ONLY MAKES ONE SHAPE.
You know what's more uncomfortable? Reading canon!DOTC and seeing someone who hurt you reflected almost perfectly in the character the writers think did nothing wrong. Because of "good intentions" that were not there.
I will say though, just to be clear; I don't see a purpose in being more than PG-13 about serious topics for this project. I promise none of my intentions have changed. Nothing will be more graphic or gorey than canon WC-- just more intentional.
I'm keeping the sacrifice because it's dope. No one is taking this from me. Girl Moment: Killed her awful husband 8 times to count as 8 sacrifices and offered the last life to her buddy as a show of good will. How else do you make friends outside of high school
But I know now that Star Flower NEEDS to keep the canon fact she has very little agency, UNTIL that moment she snaps.
She's sacrificing one abuser to try and bring back a bigger, badder one, because in spite of everything, her father One Eye always made her feel safe. Even though he promised her off to Skystar, and expected her to be willing to die for him. She's followed every command, every order, past the death of his mortal vessel.
The first, and only, selfish choice she's ever made was in reaching out to Thunderstar to offer him the power of her father.
Thunderstar's Justice is a story about a Thunder Storm at the pinnacle of his arc, how the survivors of his Clan are settling into the new normal after the carnage of The First Battle, how Skystar's arrogance brings a violent god to the Forest... and the connection Thunderstar makes with the daughter of a monster.
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So, the holiday sads have been a bit of bitch this year, and this scene has been playing in my head for the past few days now. I feel like the holiday season would be a little hard and lonely for our dear Countess and that she would likely do well with a little extra comfort around this time. I apologize in advance for any angst this may cause ♥️
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The castle was quiet. Almost so that you could hear the soft patter of snow as it blanked the outside world with it's gentleness. The dark hallways a stark reminder at just how late it was as you made your way towards the servant's quarters. Most days you were done with your daily duties much earlier in the night, but today was laundry day - the day where all the linen that had accumulated throughout week, plus all of the Dimitrescu's personals, were washed.
You stretched your sore muscles, letting out a sigh or exhaustion before continuing your way down the long corridors. You were just about to turn and take the hallway that would inevitably - and finally - lead you to your room, when you caught a warm light coming from beneath the doors of the library. You were certain it was probably Miss Daniela on one of her late night romance novel readings, but still - you thought it better to make sure no one had left the fireplace going unattended, just incase.
The soft creak of the door echoed through the empty halls of the castle but did nothing to stir the person who sat so stilly in front of the warm hearth. You stood puzzled for a minute, entirely not expecting what your eyes had fallen upon.
Though, there the she sat - the Countess of the castle and your employer - with a gaze full of melancholy as the firelight danced upon her prominent features, beautifully accentuating them. A small tea cup in one hand filled with a liquid that no longer seemed to hold any warmth to it. She sighed deeply, closing her eyes as if to hold back the weight of a thousand tears. You had never in all of your years working for Lady Dimitrescu seen her look so sullen before - so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't even heard you enter the large room.
Your fingers fidgeted for a moment, wondering if you should even disturb her. But the sadness that radiated off of her was far too immense to ignore.
"... My lady? Is there anything I can do for you before turning in for the night?"
You tried to keep your tone and words as level and professional as possible, but Alcina was still just as startled by them. Almost dropping the small cup in her hand, she looked over at you - her large frame outlined by a flickering glow and a dusting of tears coating her lashes.
"Mh? My apologies, dear, I was a million miles away." She looked back towards the fire for a moment before continuing. "I wasn't expecting anyone else to be awake at this hour."
"Laundry day." You replied simply.
"Ah." She said with a chuckle, though the soft sound lacked in its usual fervor.
You stood there for a breath or two, waiting to see if she had anything else to add before asking her again.
"Well.." She started, ".. be a dear and run along, then. No use in the both of us losing sleep. Another busy day awaits."
A part of you wanted to obey, to bow at her dismissal and wish the Countess a good night. But the all around flat tone to her words only strengthened your concern.
"Ah.. pardon me for asking, my lady, but.. are you alright?"
Again Alcina looked up at you startled, obviously not expecting such an inquiry. And you could tell she was mulling your question over for a minute, likely wondering if it would be out of line for her to discuss such things with one of her staff. Eventually, though, she sighed in resignation and placed the small cup on the table next to her before turning to face you.
"As far as my general existence is concerned, I am, as they say, as strong as ever." She smiled to herself before leaning back to light a cigarette. "But, you see.. I'm afraid his holiday season has left me feeling... less than adequate."
You nodded, that was something you could more than understand. The holidays were always an inherently lonely time of year for you. With both of your parents having died long ago, and your only sister cutting off contact with you the day you came to work at the castle - you could truly emphasize with the Countess.
Alcina looked at you and smiled at your understanding, a long drag off of her cigarette before she continued.
"And while I do my best to keep my spirits up during this festive season, I can't help but long for the company of companions long lost.. for family members gone too soon.. and for a life that no longer exists."
Another thing you deeply understood - you honestly couldn't remember the last time you shared a holiday with someone you truly cared about.
You hummed softly. "I understand, my lady. I hope the girls help somewhat with keeping your mind occupied, at least?"
She chuckled again, this time sounding a little lighter.
"Mh.. that they do." She smiled softly but her eyes still shined with that far away look. "Were you aware there was four of them once?"
"Daughters??"
"Mhm.. Alexandra. She was my eldest. She passed on many years ago, though."
"I had... no idea. I'm sorry to hear that, my lady."
She waved her hand almost nonchalantly.
"It was a long time ago. But this time of year always brings back very fond memories of her. Christmas was her favorite day of the year." This time her smile was warm, filled with love. "Such an inherently kind soul she was. I have no idea where she got that from."
Another chuckle and you smiled.
"Oh, I have some ideas, my lady."
Alcina took another drag off of her cigarette and gave you a smirk.
"Flattery, dear."
In all honesty, though, it wasn't. Regardless of their reputation and the rumors that proceeded them, you wouldn't have the life you did if it wasn't for Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters. There weren't many places for people like you within the village. People who weren't of the norm and didn't follow the status quo. The castle was a safe haven for individuals like you - who fell outside the normality of what was considered 'good and right'.
You bowed low. "Honesty, my lady."
"Mh.. perhaps." She chuckled.
You stood quietly and let the silence of the moment envelope you. The warm glow of the fireplace dancing across Alcina features as you watched them finally begin to soften. And while you knew your small chat hadn't helped ease all of her pain, you could tell it'd at least helped lighten the heaviness of it all.
Still, you felt as though the both of you could do with the company of each other just a little bit longer.
"Would... you mind if I sat with you for awhile, my lady?" You asked softly, bringing a tender smile to the Countess' lips.
"Are you not exhausted from such a long day, dear?"
"Not all that much." You lied, every muscle in your body ached - but right then, keeping this large, sad woman company, was far more important.
She nodded, holding out her hand to the seat next to her.
"Very well, then."
And there you sat, long into the night. Swapping lighthearted stories and deeper ones at that. Laughing at each other's jokes as if you'd known one another for a life time longer than you'd actually had. It was a night filled with ease and comfort. With conversations so warm they almost drove the cold and loneliness of the holidays away.
... almost.
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sukuna and gojo use binding vows for sex, taking things like orgasm denials or touch deprivation steps further, where the other is contractually bound to not be able to do certain things, like touch themselves or touch the other etc etc
one such instance being a vow where gojo has a vibrator up his ass, but he can't touch himself or remove it, until sukuna specifically, pulls it out.
he keeps the vibe in throughout the day, with sukuna controlling it remotely, even as they both go throughout their separate days.
gojo goes to have his usual breakfast, and meets yuuji at the dining room, they greet and sit next to each other. yuuji is, as always, energetic and excited to see him
they make conversation, until gojo gives a jolt and starts twitching and huffing. sukuna has turned the vibrator up all the way. yuuji worries and panics and asks him what's wrong. gojo gives a breathy laugh and reassures him. he motions low and tells yuuji about the vibrator inside him, through sudden jolts and soft whimpers.
satoru complains about it, and yuuji advices to remove it or go and take care of himself.
except gojo states that he can’t and yuuji puzzles.
"it's... a pact—mmh!"
"a pact???" yuuji's voice rises in volume, but he visibly calms, shoulders dropping into a fond sigh. "sensei, you really are..." that's all he can manage to say. reprimand is useless. gojo likes it, yuuji is well aware, he is enjoying every second of this, even as he complains.
gojo gives a few odd jolts, undoubtedly an odd pattern of intensity from the vibe, yuuji can guess. sudden irregular ups and downs that are not taken well by the man.
satoru clicks his tongue. "what is that guy doing?" he actually looks irritated for a moment—a look yuuji doesn’t get to see often—until it’s broken with a sigh and his pleased, calm demeanor returns, mimicking the soft waves of pleasure across his thighs.
still, yuuji can see his hands crumpled at his sides, undoubtedly wishing to use them.
that's when satoru perks flares up all of a sudden.
"actually, yuuji,” he turns to look at him, grinning. “you can help me" he opens his legs and lifts the edges of his kimono, his dick peeking out the fabric. yuuji gulps at the sight. satoru motions to it, giving yuuji a wordless look. yuuji hesitates for a moment, but complies, taking his hand to the cock, and starts stroking.
satoru crumbles under the touch, immediately breathing out his nose and muffling moans. he leans into yuuji, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, fingers clasped in yuuji's kimono, nuzzling into his hair and whining in his ear.
satoru's sounds fluctuate in pitch and volume, making it known when his vibe's gotten stronger. yuuji keeps his pace and satoru spills in his hand. he twitches and sighs, soft breaths against yuuji's flushed ear.
yuuji stares at the cum in his hand.
"you can wipe it on me,” satoru tells him with a breath that's calmed much too fast. “my clothes are already soiled anyways". and yuuji feels bad for it, but he obeys nonetheless.
satoru takes a hand to yuuji's chin and turns his face to him and gives him a kiss. short and sweet.
"as a reward." he smiles at yuuji. the boy surprises but takes it happily, cheeks warm and eyes softened, albeit a bit timidly. a tinge of disappointment colors the edges of his face.
"you want more?" satoru brings his face to yuuji's again. the vibrations have reached a slight plateau, so his voice is steadier.
yuuji’s face widens a bit, but he nervously chuckles, pulling back from gojo's face. "no, it's alright," he lies. "i don't want sukuna to kill me"
but satoru’s already pulling into him, breathing into his lips. "i won't let him <3"
"that's...actually reassuring......" yuuji’s eyes flutter shut as satoru's lips meet his again.
and with that, they're kissing and slowly the vibrations and gojo’s twitching start again. satoru moves atop yuuji's lap to straddle him, and while they kiss, yuuji takes his hand between them and jerks him off again. satoru moans and gasps into his mouth, each jolt mirroring the pulses against his prostate.
they separate for gojo to bury his face in yuuji's shoulders, arms hugging his neck. he humps into yuuji's hand until he comes against him again.
he pants and huffs atop the boy, catching his breath. yuuji's gentle arms hold him, fingers rubbing slow circles at his back.
satoru's breathing calms against yuuji’s neck.
"yuuji, u're such a good boy."
yuuji's heart and dick swell.
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