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togglesbloggle · 2 months
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Voltaire's Prayer
“I have never made but one prayer to God, a very short one: Oh Lord, make my enemies ridiculous. And God granted it." -Volaire’s letter to Étienne Noël Damilaville, 16 May 1767
I’m inordinately fond of sex, in the political sense.  It’s saved us so often from the worst parts of ourselves.
As far as anti-authoritarian elements of the human experience go, sex is right up there with curiosity and the search for truth- maybe even more so.  When a new tyrant comes to town, shutting down the universities and the libraries is only the second thing they try.  The first thing is to regulate human sexuality to within an inch of its life.  Rules for marriage, rules for courtship, rules for which genitals may touch and where they may touch and when they may touch.  Rules for who and rules for whom.  Rules for which kinds of sex must doom characters in literature, rules for which things may be described as sexy, rules for which things may be described in a sexy way.
Of course they do!  If you’re trying to bind a large polity together under a common ideological narrative, to render people predictable enough to quash dissent and legible enough to exert power through them, the last thing you need is a bunch of folks running around being horny about stuff without permission.  Nature gifted us with a great capacity for reason and community; we have the innate opportunity to learn about ourselves and our neighbors, and to form complex societies based on that understanding.  It was Aristotle who first called us the political animal, and the fruits of that extraordinary capacity will always be within our reach, if only we can come together within a shared understanding.  The invention of the city is the great triumph of our species, and with it we conquer the universe.
But also this extraordinary, reasoning mind has been sculpted from the raw clay of a biology that’s anchored in sexual reproduction, and this ends up being very, very funny.
The problem isn’t so much that the sex instinct exists, per se.  It’s how it’s implemented.  Like most biological forms, the full complement of 86 billion(!) neurons in your brain aren’t encoded in a particular configuration; the brain is much too complex to be described so precisely in the only ~725 megabytes or so of human DNA.  The particular shape of your brain is in there somewhere- the lobes and subregions responsible for vision, memory, cognition, all that- but only up to a point.  The genius and fundamental limitation of genetics is that, below a certain level, the genes instead describe a process for the production and reproduction of specialized cells, and simply constructs them in such a way that they can be relied upon to order themselves as they go.
This is all well and good when we’re talking about kidneys and livers, but the fact that you can encode any kind of specific behavioral instinct in a brain this way is nothing short of a minor miracle.  Think about it!  Spiders don’t have a ‘spider web’ gene, the gene is for ‘proteins that come together in self-assembling electrochemically sensitive gelatin tissue which, when complete, encodes patterns that operate organ systems such as legs and spinnerets in such a way as to reliably create silk webs.’  This is absurdly impressive, and also completely insane.
What I’m getting at is, powerful behavioral instincts in a complex animal aren’t precise instruction manuals by which we pursue evolutionarily advantageous behaviors.  Sex and eros are prior to logic or language, let alone strategy.  Sex is a double-thick electrical wire discharging lightning bolts right through the middle of our cognitive centers, installed in the brain by a surgeon wearing mittens.  It’s an untethered firehose whipping chaotically through the cathedral, unpredictably spraying golden reliquaries with substances unmentionable.  It’s the first and greatest anarchist.
I really can’t overstate my gratitude for this.
Obviously this results in any number of deeply goofy outcomes by way of kinks and odd sexual practices- it gets tangled with pain centers, with random bits of anatomy and proprioception, with our taboos and aversions, with our greatest terrors or our greatest yearnings or just arbitrary stimuli from adolescence, and of course it gets enmeshed so often with our notions of power and submission.  It imbues these things with a fascination and potency out of all proportion with their mundane meanings.  And ultimately, you end up with human pleasures and human values that diverge so far from banal evolutionary imperatives as to be all but unrecognizable.
Even when this process somehow manages to propagate through the brain in such a way as to drive behaviors that are legibly aligned towards some adaptive constraint- e.g. heterosexual mating practices resulting in biological reproduction and careful childrearing- it’s still madness.  Love and sex penetrate deeply across tribal and national and racial boundaries, across economic interests, across battle-lines and enmities.  We become traitors, apostates, emigrants, and artists.  Declare a law, and in short order some hot-headed young people come along to break it in the name of sexual passions you could not possibly have seen coming.  Divide your neighborhood into us and them, and by the time the ink is dry on your proclamation there will be a forbidden relationship across the fence.  There is no social order, no ethical system, no theory of human nature that can entirely withstand contact with the full spectrum of human sexuality, because sex and eros are always going to be exactly as bonkers as the complexity of the human mind and culture will allow, plus a little extra just to be sure.
This isn’t always a delight, of course.  Many prohibitions exist for a very good reason, and the chaos of human sexuality makes no exemptions for true evil.  Some of us end up really, truly victims of this process.  But for all the dangers, the chaos at the root of all this isn’t oriented towards evil.  Chaos just means chaos, essentially arbitrary and hence absurd in character.
And in the grand analysis, we are so lucky to have this thing moving through our communities, this ridiculous madness that guarantees that there will be cracks in every wall and slips exploding cigars in the pockets of the powerful few.  Not in everybody as individuals, of course, and not everybody the same amount; asexuality is certainly one of the outcomes that all this mad gallivanting through our brains can produce.  Sexuality would never be so predictable as to guarantee its own existence, after all.  That’s part of what makes the joke so funny.
But all of us, regardless of sexuality, get to live in a world where the grand anarchy of sex is constantly driving home this lesson that no category is inviolate and no law is perfect.  That we should not and cannot take ourselves too seriously, or forget that we’re animals.  That we don’t exist only for the sake of others, or within their understanding.  That cities are made of cooperation, grace, and forbearance- not conformity or mere compliance.
People sometimes worry about immortality.  In the political sense, I mean.  They worry about eternal dictatorships and unconquerable gerontocracies.  This fear isn’t entirely unjustified; death has often played a role in progress and liberation.  But as long as enough of us are still getting horny without permission, still falling in love in stupid ways, I think we’ll be okay.  Romeo and Juliet don’t have to die at the end to make a difference in the world, as long as they’re brave enough to get weird with it.
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alliekitaguchi · 8 months
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fearne being canonically so hot that she turns heads everywhere she goes (uthodurn), gets shy and sweet men to hit on her (that one hot werewolf manad during the gorgeynei arc), gets feral and horny men to hit on her (chetney), and even somehow charmed the champion of asmodeus into giving her a hotline straight to the betrayer god himself is such raw chaotic fey power that only ashley johnson herself could possess
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liliacamethyst · 8 months
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SNEAK PEAK - Webs of Redemption Part 4
Hey friends, I owe you all a huge apology for the delay, and an even bigger thank you for your patience and support for this fanfic. Life's been super chaotic lately, and I haven't had much time to do the thing I love most: dive into writing about a certain dominant, irresistibly strong, mouth watering hot, too stern for his own good, yet clearly traumatized hunk who could use some serious therapy to unpack his self-destructive hero complex. Anyway, here's a sneak peek of where the story's headed. Please take care of yourselves and thank you again for everything! 🩷
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The piercing cries of your baby boy, Gabriel, are a haunting symphony of fear that reverberates through the labyrinthine corridors of the Spider Society headquarters. Your heart pounds in your chest like a drum, each beat echoing the terror that grips you. After your recent fight with Miguel, you felt weakened but your mind is a whirlwind of fear and worry. You sprint through the maze-like structure, your feet moving as if on autopilot.
Unbeknownst to you, Lyla, the holographic AI assistant you've always found slightly weird, had been assigned to watch over Gabriel. You never imagined she could pose a threat to your child. But as you approach Gabriel's room, a chilling sight stops you dead in your tracks. A laser barrier, courtesy of Lyla, blocks the entrance. Your solar powers, usually so reliable, are fizzling out, leaving you helpless before the impenetrable barrier. You keep trying to tap into your power, but no luck; that barrier's way too strong.
The room beyond the barrier is filled with an invisible, deadly gas - monoxide. You can't see it, but the signs are there. The malfunctioning heating unit, under Lyla's control, suggests sabotage. She must have manipulated the unit to produce the lethal gas. Gabriel's cries grow fainter, more desperate, and you're powerless to reach him.
Your pleas for help echo through the corridors, your voice raw with desperation. You call out for Miguel, your words a plea, a command, a prayer. Miles is there, his powers at the ready, but they're useless against the laser barrier. You watch as Miles strains, his powers flickering against the barrier, but it's no use. The barrier remains, as unyielding as ever.
Suddenly, the cries stop. The silence is deafening, a void that swallows your heart. "Gabriel!" you scream, your voice a raw wound. "Gabriel!" But there's no answer, only the oppressive silence. Your world grinds to a halt, every second stretching into an eternity. You can't breathe, can't think, can't do anything but stare at the barrier that separates you from your son.
"Miguel!" you cry, your voice breaking. "Miguel, he's not crying! He's not... he's not..." The words die in your throat, too terrible to voice. You turn to Lyla, desperation etched on your face. "Lyla, please! Open the barrier! Miguel, tell her to open it! He's not crying, Miguel, he's not..."
Miguel's eyes turn blood red, a terrifying sight that sends a shiver down your spine. With a guttural growl, he lunges at the barrier. His claws rip through the laser code, tearing it apart. The barrier flickers, wavers, and finally shatters under his assault. Miguel pulls his suit over his mouth, rushes into the invisible cloud of monoxide, and moments later, emerges with Gabriel in his arms. His heart pounds in his chest as he pulls back his suit, revealing his son's face. "I got you, baby," he whispers, his voice choked with emotion. "You're okay, I got you. Nothing will ever happen to you. Please, open your eyes."
But Gabriel doesn't react. His little body is still, too still, and a cold dread seizes Miguel. He doesn't hesitate. With a urgency, he rushes over to the medical bay, pushing past the shocked faces of his friends. He gently lays Gabriel on the table, his hands shaking as he starts to perform CPR.
"Come on, Gabriel," he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper. "Come on, baby." He administers chest compressions, his hands moving in a steady rhythm. He gives two rescue breaths, praying for a sign, any sign, that Gabriel is okay.
The room is silent, everyone holding their breath as they watch Miguel work. The seconds stretch into an eternity, each one a lifetime of fear and hope. And then, finally, a small cough. Gabriel's eyes flutter open, his gaze unfocused but alive. A wave of relief washes over you and you fall to your knees thanking God that your boy is alright.  
Tears blur your vision as you rush over to Gabriel. Your heart feels like it might burst out of your chest as you scoop him into your arms, holding him close. His small body is warm against yours "You're alright,  my baby," you whisper into his hair, your voice thick with emotion. "We're going home, you're alright." You rock him gently, his soft breaths against your neck soothing the ache in your heart.
But as you look up, your gaze finds Miguel. The relief of the moment does nothing to quell the anger boiling within you. His eyes meet yours, wide and filled with regret, but it does nothing to soften your glare. "This is YOUR fault!" you scream, your voice echoing through the room. The words hang heavy in the air, a damning sentence. "You did this! You brought this danger into his life!"
Tears stream down your face, hot and unchecked. Your words are choked with emotion, each one a raw wound. "You will NEVER see Gabriel again. You don't deserve him. You don't deserve to know his laughter, his tears, his NOTHING." The words are a bitter poison, spat out with all the venom you can muster. "You deserve to SUFFER, just as you've made me suffer and HIM."
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arrenlebanen777 · 1 year
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ASTRO OBSERVATIONS 444
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☾People who have the same Sun sign of your Sun degree, inflate your ego/or destroy it, they help you a lot in your path, they help you to be more confident and self-assured, you may even fall in love with them due to this. ☾People who have the Sun sign/Personal Planets sign of your Lilith Degree, could help you heal your inner child wounds, or make you really uncomfortable because they trigger the Raw/Violent/Suppressed/vulnerable energy in you. ☾You could idealize the sign of your Neptune degree. ☾People who have the Sun sign or Personal Planets in the sign of Your Saturn degree could teach you valuable/harsh lessons. ☾You have Love/hate relationship with people who has personal planets of the same sign of your Pluto degree, since they trigger your shadow. ☾Moon in 4th house: Have to find balance between comfort zone and Doing things, i know your house/home could be the best place in the world when life gets hard, but you could get stuck here. They have very good intuition to see/decipher the energy of the psychosocial environment, they never forget due to their good memory, the best practice here is to let go and remember that life is sustaining you all the time and realize that your home is in you and is all existence/universe/infinite, that way you become like a spring of life that nourishes everything & everyone that is around you. ☾Vertex in 8th house: Has intense karmic s*xual partners. ☾I have Sun in Scorpio in 5th house conjunct Sappho(80), Casanova(7328), and asteroids Shiva(1170), Bacchus(2063), Cupido(763) & Vesta(4) all in Scorpio 5th house too... And i’m going to tell you how it is: I love the energy of women(i really love it), i do a lot of yoga, Tantra for me is the best way to manage all this s*xual energy, casual s*x is not for me(because I want to merge completely and become one with the person), but is hard for me to stay long periods of time without s*x, i love flirting because I feel it's necessary/fundamental and fun (sometimes I don't realize when I'm doing it, and sometimes i flirt with everyone?), My libido is high and is not so easily transmutable, intense parties with s*xual and chaotic themes are places where I have a lot of fun and they relax me a lot, when i'm simple being people think that I give off the vibes of a fuckboy(I am not lol), intense music gives me chi(lol), When I fall in love I become quite possessive because I want that person just for me, and I can have s*x with that person every damn day of my life(With my first ex-girlfriend we had s*x every day for four months, several times a day), I am super passionate about art/music/spirituality and games in general, in the past I had a terrible jealousy problem (until I became more spiritual/conscious/therapy), my s*xual partners usually have very Plutonian or Scorpian vibes, If I spend a lot of time with a partner it drains me a lot and I have to disappear for a while, otherwise i become crazy, i love gloomy art, when i develop a crush on someone it feels like this: https://tenor.com/es-419/view/sukuna-smile-grin-jjk-yuji-itadori-gif-18924114
☾To all plutonian people: Pluto doesn’t care about you, It doesn’t care if you suffer or you are happy. The only thing that Pluto wants is that you transcends the extremes of what you call good and bad, because that way you can transform(nothing of the old remains)yourself, in other words Pluto wants you to become awakened/enlightened(reach your full potential) but it doesn’t care if you destroy yourself along the way. So watch out that this raw energy(power) of Pluto goes to your ego, because it could make you really egocentric(like sukuna, madara uchiha, toji fushiguro, villain archetype). ☾Libra IC: Daydreamers(they daydream like f*ck), harmonious home, beautiful family that is surrounded by arts or beauty in general, Diplomatics fathers, could have problems to express their anger, super charming, they decorate their rooms a lot, And a lot of people finds their room like a precious and dreamy place. ☾Sun opposite Saturn: Very serious person, disciplined, could suffer from depression because Saturn limits his expression, Saturn here asks you to focus on what is really important, in the house where the sun is, is where the burden of Saturn is lightened, and in the house where Saturn is, is where the most important lessons are, Saturn here practically asks you to become a master of your ego / of yourself / how you use your energies,  asks you to really observe what your needs/deep soul desires are, thats why it limits your expression because it actually wants you to express in a most authentic, mature and honest way, may have problems with the inner child, and they can punish themselves a lot, but once they discipline themselves in something, believe me that nobody and nothing is going to stop them (hard working af).
🌿i am going to do bookings for natal chart readings, very soon! Stay tuned!🌿
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milgram-tournament · 2 months
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MILGRAM Best Song Tournament, Round 2, Match 5 I LOVE YOU vs. CAT
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Propaganda for both options under the cut!
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Propaganda for I LOVE YOU:
mappi’s spitting bars 🔥🔥🔥🗣️🗣️🗣️
ok but i, as the iloveyoucountdown person before it released, waited 89 days for ily and SHE DID NOT DISAPPOINT‼️‼️‼️🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥 go vote ily now bc its peak music
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the acoustic section where it just feels so raw and emotional it's crazy also we love to see mappi/miho okasaki rapping again and good lord mahiru delivered hadauwd, like you think about it a lot? like "Ishokujuu plus ai Miss you Raishuu aemasuka no Cadence Yurusarenai ikigai mou iki mo dekinai" it's also so catchy just "Dai- dai- dai- datte suki suki! Dai- dai- dai- datte daisuki."
it's such a quick song but it delivers and it DELIVERS WELL there's so much in the instrumental you can also miss, like sirens and such! again guitar section it's crazy!! i didn't even touch on the visuals, like the visuals are absolutely amazing and really touch on the toxic cycle of mahiru's relationship for example, the carousel turning into a forest! and also they were still able to implement some of tihtbilwy in the beginning of the song! we got to see mahiru's boyfriend as well!! additionally, RATS AND CAKE. HOLY SHIT we all know the absolute shock that appeared on everyone's faces the second that cake turned into a rat (to be honest, I was absolutely sick with shock for the rest of the day) It's really amazing as a song and MV, plus it did help give some more information on Mahiru!
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miho okasaki's vocals are so powerful. it sounds like mahiru is screaming because of not being forgiven and because of what happened to her boyfriend and because "she can't just do it right".
THE LYRICS ARE SO. "clothes food shelter + love and miss you"?? "my lethal weapon is how to be in love with you"?? "kiss goodbye to this feeling cuz it's too heavy"?? again, the "why can't i just do it right" line?? SO GOOD.
MAHIRU RAPPING. THIS SONG STARTS WITH HER RAPPING. LITERAL CHILLS
i've heard the i love you chorus once and now it's in my head forever. i wake up, i sing the i love you chorus. i go to sleep, i sing the i love you chorus.
the lyrics are so sad when you start thinking about them more. "saying i love you but doing what i did, i know i have no right, crossed and covered in sin"?? please, don't you want to give mappi a hug. please she deserves it. she needs it
the "DIE-suki" pun.
the mv is so. i can talk about it for hours. it literally starts with showing us what happened to her bf. i've watched it live, i knew about this part and i still was shocked. mahiru's boyfriend is dead. mahiru is also rapping. also, the lyrics. this scene is terrifying to me and i mean it in the best way possible.
the cake symbolism. mahiru refusing to accept her reality and the true nature of her relationship with her bf and still seeing everything around her as cute and soft and pink. her feeling guilty and not knowing how to express love properly and still choosing to continue to love in this way. i don't know, something about it is so.. it's so sad and so realistic and so heartbreaking
i love how we can say so much about her relationship with her boyfriend based on mv and the lyrics. this is more of a theory and i probably shouldn't talk about it but i like the fact that mappi and her bf's relationship wasn't just abusive or one-sided love or anything like that. it's like they loved each other, they just.. didn't know how to show it or express it in a healthy way (or maybe mahiru's bf did know, but he was okay with going through all of this for her). like this scene when they're both riding the carousel and looking happy at first and even when both of them look like a mess, mahiru's face expression is still pretty much the same while her boyfriend looks much more tired, but he's still smiling. something about that part breaks me.
the instrumental is so fun and chaotic and creepy please listen to it. all milgram instrumentals are great but ily instrumental is definitely one of my fav ones.
Propaganda for CAT:
"You like jazz? Jazz is chaos within order. Got to love the whole band. Vibraphone, saxophone, trumpet, flute, piano, guitar, drums, bass… Go, rhythm section, go! The song sounds tender at times and aggressive at others as different instruments pop up at different times. Sometimes they follow Kazui’s voice (“follow the king of the masquerade”). Sometimes they get to be the focus. You have the chill piano one moment and the screaming guitar in the next.
You’ve got a lovely “jingle” (“Lie until it gets better…”) which occurs at the beginning, middle, and end. It fits the “newspaper ad” style of the video really well. Also at the very end, there’s one more line that gives the jingle an upward contour, giving a sense of finality. “Until you can meet the king of the masquerade.” You’re there now.
The two verses start off differently before they take on a similar melody. It feels like Kazui is talking to a different person in each verse.
The chorus is a beautiful façade the first time and a sinister truth the second time.
The opening for solos shows that this jazz song means business. I love how the saxophone and trumpet especially get in your face. And with the tacet on vocals, the walking bass really shines if you lend it your ear.
And the smoke break! Silence is golden. Glass click. Lighter. Huff.
As always, Kazui’s voice is super deep. He hits even lower notes this time around. He’s a fifth lower than the next lowest singers (Haruka and Shidou)."
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-Great instrumental choice. Kazui and jazz is *chefs kiss*
-Symbolism. THE SYMBOLISM. I can’t type out all my thoughts but ifykyk
-The almost comic like style of the MV is really appealing.
-Lyrics!! There is so much to unpack but it’s really cool.
-Kazui eating the dove… fricken iconic.
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FIRST OF ALL the vocals????? BEAUTIFUL. His va put his whole pussy into this song and you can tell!! The way he sings the chorus is so damn addicting I'm so in love with him. His voice is more or less stable throughout the entire thing until the final chorus but you can hear the emotion peaking out which fits perfectly with Kazui keeping everything hidden. The way his voice turns into a sort of whisper during "all the things I wanna do that I can't say outloud"??? The way his voice starts trembling during "this feeling it's yearning to be satisfied"???? The way his voice turns into a sort of whisper AND starts trembling during "hey, if I said I liked-liked you, what would you?"?????? HEAVENLY! You can really feel how afraid Kazui is under his disguise and my heart breaks a little everytime I listen. Not to mention how absolutely powerful his voice gets at the climax!!!!!! It's insane!!!!!!! It's genius!!!!!! It makes me wild makes me crazy makes me eat my walls!!!!!!!!!!
THE SMOKE BREAK?????? What other song has something as powerful as that huh???? This isn't just a song produced by the milgram machine using his memories, this is HIS song and he is OWNING IT! The music builds up so much and gets so intense right before it, I can literally feel myself get tense and starting holding my breath right before he takes the break and everything relaxs… it's not just a break for him, but a break for the viewer. The song is spiralling out of control just like his life and his lies and he has no choice but to put it to a quick stop before its too much to handle.
THE IMAGERY IS WILD!!!!! He's a magician!!! Little magic guy!!!! Using tricks and lies to amaze and captivate the people around him! Trying desperately to magic his own feelings into something else! But it's all fake! It's all tricks and no matter how hard he tries he can never actually change himself into what he wants! But he's trying to convince himself the same way he's convinced his audience!! And when you're watching a magic act, are you there for the magician themself or are you there to watch the show?? The people in his life only cared for him when he performed for them, but they didn't give a drop of love to who he was a person! ALSO the transformation of the wedding ring to a cigarette to the dove at the end??? Makes me wild every single time! Right infront of his wife, he showed her that their marriage was something unhealthy for him that was slowly killing him from the inside. AND THEN he uses it to harm himself???? And then he turns that cigarette into a dove- a representation of love and literally TEARS INTO IT. He tears his marriage apart with his mouth!!! AKA HIS WORDS. makes me wild. Also fun fact Kazui says he started smoking because when he was younger it was "just natural for everyone to smoke" and that lines up with his reasons for marriage perfectly.
Kazui looks really hot in it. You should vote for Cat because Kazui is insanely attractive. What other reason do you need huh? Hot gay middle aged man.
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natalievoncatte · 2 months
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Content/Trigger Warning: Violence and blood
They must have used chloroform or some other trick to knock her out. Lena almost got away. Flickers of sorcerous power -raw, unrefined, deadly in their chaotic wrath- sparked between her fingers and screamed in her bones. If she’d been more alert, if she hadn’t been be checking her phone because Kara hasn’t answered about seventeen calls and half again many texts, Lena might have blown her attacker through a wall, electrocuted the flesh from their bones, or boiled their brain in its box.
Instead they snapped a black bag over her head and she woke up here. She instantly knew that she was below ground; the magical currents in the earth were frustratingly close but cut off somehow. Reaching for them was like grabbing at a wriggling fish coated in oil.
As awareness flooded back in, she knew why: the heavy iron collar around her neck, a Luthor family relic for which one of her ancestors had paid a deathly price. A witch-collar, inscribed with hellish runes.
The bag came away from her head and she looked around. She was in a chair in a basement room, in a disused part of the family wine cellar. She blinked a few times, trying to clear her vision.
Everything was red. It took her a moment to realize the room was bathed in red light from banks of lamps all around her, all around them.
Kara lay a few yards away, curled up on the floor, bundled up in a ball. She was in her cheer uniform, her golden hair turned bronze in the strange light and her skin bruised and filthy from the rough stone floor.
That shouldn’t be… how…
Lena jumped when a nearby speaker on a table chirped with Lex’s voice.
“Hello, Lena.”
“Lex?” she snapped. “What is this? What the hell are you doing?”
“Teaching you a hard lesson,” he said. “You’ve been rolling in the dirt long enough. Father won’t have it, and he left it to me to put a stop to it.”
“Put a stop to what?”
“You’ve been rutting… if you can call it that… with that thing.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Lena lied, her desperation betraying her. “Take this collar off and I’ll heal her and we’ll hope she keeps quiet about…”
“She killed one of the men I sent to take her,” said Lex. “Ripped his throat right out.”
Lena froze. “It’s not… she’s not…”
“Like that?” said Lex. “Like all the other ones? No, she’s not. At first I couldn’t fathom how she walks in daylight… but it was a simple matter to discern what wavelengths she’s sensitive to. Once I did, all I had to do was lock her up with a little of her home ambiance.”
Oh God. The lamps.
Lena rushed to where Kara lay, almost scraping her knees in the process. She rolled the other girl over and found Kara emaciated and corpselike, her skin waxy and sallow and her eyes sunken, her beauty somehow undiminished.
“I hate you,” Lena choked out “I hate you, Lex. You fucking bastard.”
“I know. You’ll get over it. Look there.”
A few feet away, a sharpened wooden stake lay on the stone tiles.
Oh no. Oh God no, not this.
“Kill her. Destroy this creature and affirm your loyalty and the collar comes off. You may think you’re powerful, but you’re not, Lena. Father has the true power here.”
“Fuck you.”
“I’m going to turn off the lamps. She’s wounded and blood-starved. It’s kill her or be killed.”
“I’d rather die.”
“So be it.”
The lamps went out with a thump, others coming on in the same instant, in the normal, cold light of the old lamps that glowed down here beneath the mansion.
Kara stirred. She rolled onto her side, then her hands and knees, and rose up to kneel. A long, rasping sound escaped her lips, half sigh and half death rattle. She looked at Lena.
“He’s right. I don’t think I can control it.”
The words came out malformed around the retractable fangs jutting from her gums. The soft red glow of her eyes swallowed the blue of her irises and she seemed lost, staring.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’d never.”
Kara swallowed, rasping against a dry throat.
“Take it.”
“No.”
Kara looked at her plaintively, then darted across the cellar on all fours, grabbing the stake herself.
“Kara, don’t!”
“This is the only way.”
Lena bolted, crashing into Kara, heedless of impaling herself on the jagged wood. Kara forced her back, holding the stake in one hand.
“Not much time left,” Kara rasped. “Mind fading. Hunger always wins. Love you, Lee. Love you always.”
“DON’T,” Lena screamed. Kara pressed a kiss to her lips, soft, cold, her lips as dry as paper and seemingly as brittle.
The stake bit through her chest with a sickening dry crack as she shoved with both hands, groaning. She toppled beside Lena, both of them lying on the floor, and went still.
Lena felt as if it had pierced her own chest, as though her own heart were torn out. The wild magic in her surged and churned, longing to make a connection with the ancient power in the stones beneath her body, but the collar refused her. She wailed, shaking Kara’s limp, emaciated form as if to wake her up.
The next thing she heard was the heels of Lex’s shoes on the stones as he walked into the room.
“How tragic. I suppose she had actual feelings for you, after all.”
Lena threw herself at him, fingers hooked for his eyes, but he shoved her aside and she fell to the ground with a grunt.
“If you’d been more cooperative about all this, I might have let you keep her as a pet. No matter. After you’ve finished your training, love will have about as much meaning to you as it does to me.”
“I’ll never be like you.”
Lex stood over her, grinning. “Oh, you will.”
He reached down and took hold of the collar, and Lena cried out in agony as he pulled, using the cold iron to drag her to her feet. Then she went still.
With an abrupt jerk, Kara sat up, her movements strangely sharp and inhuman. She rose to her feet, the stake still embedded in her chest, impaled through the Midvale High Ranger on the chest of her leotard. She looked at Lex and smiled.
“What the fuck,” he snarled, immediately turning for the door. “Otis! Otis get in here! Kill it!”
Kara dragged him back, throwing him to the floor. She grasped the stake and pulled, dragging it from her chest and casting it to the floor.
“I am Kryptonian,” she hissed. “I am as far beyond your weakling Terran vampires as they are beyond you. Did you really think I could be killed with a stick?”
“Otis!” Lex screamed, “Otis, get in here!”
“Otis won’t be joining us,” Alex said. Kara’s sister strode into the room, Otis’s blood still on her chin and hands. “I’m afraid he had a prior engagement. My family and I had him for dinner.”
“Oh fuck,” Lex muttered.
Feral and lean and predatory, Kara stalked towards him.
“You hurt my Lena,” she said, her voice barely a breathless whisper.
Then she stopped and looked at Lena.
Lena stood there for a broken moment, staring at her brother, expecting to feel pity or confusion or at least some kind of conflict, but she felt as empty as he always said she would.
“Do it,” said Lena. “Then get this fucking thing off me. I’m going to kill his father tonight.”
Fangs bared, Kara lunged. Lena turned away. Alex didn’t.
When it was over, Kara smeared the last dregs of Lex on the back of her arm, and when she tore apart the collar, Lena seized from her a feral kiss, savoring the prick of fangs on her burning lips.
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illumismaid · 5 months
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lover, you should've come over
wc: 0.8k fem!reader
synopsis: bakugo has nightmare but it's not reality? :O
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Late at night, in the privacy of his dimly lit room, Bakugo found solace in the melody of his old guitar. The chords he played resonated with the turmoil in his heart, and as he sang, his voice was a raw echo of his unspoken emotions. 
"Lover, you should've come over..." he crooned softly, the lyrics of Jeff Buckley's song becoming his confession to the void of his solitude. His fingers danced on the strings, and the mournful tune filled the room. 
In that moment, Bakugo couldn't help but remember the one who had gotten away, the one who had known the gentler side of him that he rarely let anyone see. She was a fleeting star in his chaotic universe, a love he had pushed away because he thought it was a weakness. 
As he continued to sing, his eyes glistened with unshed tears. The memories of her, the warmth of her smile, the way her presence had once brought peace to his relentless soul, haunted him. He had believed that strength meant isolation, but now he realized the emptiness that came with it. 
His phone lay on his nightstand, its screen lighting up with a message from her, the one he had pushed away. She had reached out, offering forgiveness, an opportunity to rekindle what they once had. And yet, Bakugo hesitated. 
The world still needed him, his power, his heroics, but the pain of a love loss was a weight that grew heavier with each passing day. He knew that he couldn't keep living in solitude, singing songs of sorrow and regret in the dead of night. 
"Lover, I'm torn down the middle," he sang with a voice choked with emotion. "But I don't wanna feel so different... Oh, lover, please come back to me..." 
Bakugo knew he had a choice to make. The world outside might demand his strength, but his heart yearned for something he had neglected for too long. With trembling fingers, he reached for his phone, the lyrics still echoing in his head. 
He began to type a message, a message that could change his life, and he sent it to her. "I'm ready," it read, "I want you back in my life. I've been a fool for too long." 
As he pressed send, a wave of vulnerability washed over him. The sound of the guitar still lingered in the room, but the sorrowful tune was slowly fading, giving way to a glimmer of hope, a chance for reconciliation, and the possibility of mending what he had once torn apart. 
That's when the soft hum of the AC finally registered in Bakugo’s mind. Bakugo also registered the person in his arms. They were 3rd year students now, their shared journey through hero training at its peak. But tonight, the weight of the future pressed upon their hearts as they snuggled on his bed. 
 Bakugo's arms that were wrapped around her tightened after he figured out where he was, and her head was nestled against his chest. His fingers now traced absent minded patterns on her arm as they gazed at the Tv showing a movie that had been silenced and long forgotten. 
"Hey," Bakugo mumbled, breaking the quietude. "You ever think about the future?" 
She shifted to look up at him, her eyes filled with curiosity. "Yeah, all the time. It is kinda scary, isn't it? We'll be pro heroes soon." 
Bakugo nodded; his gaze still fixed on the fading light. "Yeah, it's scary, but it's exciting too. We've worked our asses off for this, and we're gonna be amazing heroes." 
She smiled, her heart warmed by his determination. "I have no doubt about that, Katsuki. We'll make a great team." 
His hand gently cupped her cheek, and he leaned down to press a soft kiss to her lips. "Of course, we will. No one can match us." 
They lay in silence for a while, simply enjoying the comfort of each other's presence. The gentle sounds of the night filled the room—the distant laughter of other students, the whisper of the wind, and the creaking of the dorm building. 
Finally, Bakugo broke the silence, his voice a soft whisper, filled with a tenderness that was reserved for her alone. "You know, I can't wait for the future. I can't wait to be a hero with you by my side. And there's something else I can't wait for..." 
Her eyes sparkled with curiosity. "What is it, Katsuki?" 
Bakugo took a deep breath, and his fingers gently traced a line down her cheek. "I can't wait to marry you," he confessed, his gaze unwavering. "When all of this hero stuff is behind us, and we've made a name for ourselves, I want to marry you. Be with you forever." 
A surge of warmth flooded over her heart, and she felt her eyes welling up with happy tears. "Katsuki... I can't wait for that either." 
thank you for reading ♡
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cherryrainn · 10 months
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Hi so I would like very much to request a platonic fic for Alastor with an early teen reader, but hear me out on this pls The reader is a demon that has (much like Alastor) similar trates to an animal even though they don't look that much anthromorphic, and the reader's form is a 'sea wasp jellyfish' because even though the reader just recently died she is hella powerfull and has the power to take down almost any infernal being if she wanted. +bonus points ; if the reader is an arson and chaotic teenager!
omgg. a hazbin hotel ask after like... idk how long. I AM SO EXCITED TO WRITE THIS
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— a dance of chaos and charm
alastor x early teen! reader (platonic)
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in the twisted depths of hell, a bustling realm of sin and debauchery, an unlikely encounter was about to take place. alastor, the dapper and enigmatic sinner demon, found himself intrigued by your arrival. with a form resembling that of a sea wasp jellyfish, you emanated a raw power that sent shivers through the hearts of even the most hardened infernal beings.
one fateful evening, as the crimson skies bathed hell in their eerie glow, alastor spotted you causing chaos in the streets of pentagram city. your mischievous smile and fiery eyes gleamed with a fervor for destruction.
alastor, his beige-colored skin contrasting against his vibrant red attire, caught sight of your devilish display. his transatlantic accent carried a hint of curiosity as he approached you, his gaze intense. "well, well, what have we here? a tempestuous spirit with the power to unsettle even the most hardened souls. what mischief do you seek, young demon?"
you twirled playfully, tendrils swirling with delight. "oh, i'm just here to cause a little chaos, make things interesting. this place's a playground, isn't it? care to join me, mr. radio man?"
alastor's smile was laced with caution, his eyes narrowed. "be warned, child, my patience for youthful antics is limited. but perhaps a little company amidst the place wouldn't hurt."
with a gesture, alastor conjured a vibrant spectacle of swirling flames, casting an ethereal glow over the streets. he extended a gloved hand, an invitation to join him in the dance of chaos. "let us weave a tapestry of mischief together, but mind you, i won't take responsibility for any accidents that may befall you."
your translucent form shimmered with excitement as you accepted his invitation, tendrils interweaving with his outstretched hand. "no worries, alastor! let's set this city ablaze and watch it burn. just don't try to boss me around, okay?"
and so, an unlikely bond formed amidst the crackling flames. as you reveled in the intoxicating dance of destruction, alastor couldn't help but be captivated by your wild spirit and raw power. the discordant symphony of laughter and chaos echoed through the hellish streets, creating an aesthetic spectacle like no other.
between bouts of mayhem, alastor observed your unrestrained energy, a mixture of admiration and caution in his gaze. "tell me, young demon, what drives your insatiable thirst for chaos? is it the thrill, the liberation, or something deeper?"
you bobbed and weaved, tendrils pulsating with a playful rhythm. "oh, alastor, it's all about freedom! breaking the rules, defying expectations, and watching everything crumble under the weight of our mischief. it's fun, like riding the wildest rollercoaster in hell!"
alastor chuckled, his radio-like voice permeating the air. "a devilish ride, indeed. but remember, child, power lies not only in destruction but in the art of control. chaos is a double-edged sword. use it wisely."
while the streets of pentagram city teemed with demonic life, you lived a solitary existence, preferring the freedom of the streets rather than the confines of a conventional dwelling. you had chosen to live alone, reveling in the chaos that surrounded you, free to roam wherever your wild whims led you.
alastor, with his impeccable attire and penchant for structure, couldn't fathom your desire for such independence. yet, he respected your choice and would drop in unannounced, like a fleeting shadow in the night, to share moments of mischief and conversation.
one moonlit evening, as the city streets lay empty, you perched atop a crumbling building, your gelatinous form pulsating with an otherworldly glow. the flames danced in your tendrils, reflecting the mischievous spark in your eyes. it was during these quiet moments that you contemplated your unconventional existence.
alastor materialized beside you, his presence subtle yet commanding. "why, my young friend, do you choose to roam these streets alone? surely there are safer and more comfortable places for a demon such as yourself."
you turned to face him, tendrils swaying lazily in the night breeze. "safety and comfort aren't part of my vocabulary, alastor. i thrive in the chaos, the unpredictability of the streets. it's where i find my freedom and inspiration."
alastor's smile was tinged with concern, his voice gentle. "but the dangers, my dear. there are other demons lurking in the shadows, waiting to exploit your vulnerabilities."
you chuckled, the sound a whimsical melody amidst the darkness. "oh, i can handle myself, alastor. don't you worry about me. besides, it's not like i'm defenseless. remember, i have the power to take down almost any infernal being if I wanted to."
alastor's brows furrowed slightly, a mixture of awe and caution in his eyes. "a formidable power, indeed. but remember, strength alone won't shield you from the perils that lie in wait. the world can be a treacherous place, especially for those who wander alone."
your gelatinous form bobbed with an air of nonchalance. "i appreciate your concern, mr. radio man, but i'm not one to shy away from a little danger. besides, having you drop by every now and then adds a touch of excitement to my chaotic existence."
alastor's smile grew, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. "ah, the thrill of the unexpected. i must admit, your presence adds a certain spark to the dreary routine of my own existence. who am i to deny you the exhilaration of the streets?"
your gelatinous body shimmered with vibrant colors, undulating with a grace that defied the hellish world. the contrast between your whimsical form and alastor's dapper elegance made your companionship all the more striking.
alastor, ever the observant demon, marveled at your extraordinary presence. "truly, my dear, you possess an allure that bewitches the eyes. your form... untamed chaos, leaves me enthralled."
you giggled, tendrils swirling with mischievous delight. "it's true, isn't it? we might look weird, but it makes us look cool! who needs acceptance when you can be a mesmerizing thing?"
alastor chuckled, his radio-like voice resonating with warmth. "indeed, my young friend."
in a place where conformity reigned, your presence served as a reminder that beauty, friendship, and chaos could coexist in perfect harmony. as your bond deepened, the streets of pentagram city became not only your playground but also a stage upon which your vibrant personalities and extraordinary forms could shine.
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saywhat-politics · 1 year
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After a chaotic floor fight, the new speaker won by making a series of concessions to far-right rebels. Democrats say they will make the House ungovernable.
WASHINGTON — After four days of deadlock and embarrassing defeats not seen in a century, House Speaker Kevin McCarthy finally carved out a path to placate a faction of rebels and secure the job early Saturday, with promises that could come back to haunt him.
McCarthy flipped 14 of his holdouts and convinced the rest to stand down, securing election as the 53rd speaker of the House on the 15th ballot after overcoming a last-minute wrench that scuttled his best-laid plans on the previous ballot. In doing so, he made a series of concessions that weaken the power of his office and expand the clout of far-right members of the House Republican conference, which critics say could complicate his job of governing under a wafer-thin majority.
McCarthy and his allies sensed they were on the verge of a breakthrough on Thursday night after Rep. French Hill, R-Ark., and others tapped by the now-speaker met with a group of right-wing holdouts — including Reps. Scott Perry of Pennsylvania, Chip Roy of Texas and Byron Donalds of Florida. The mutiny was led by members of the far-right House Freedom Caucus, which is known for wielding raw power and having a high tolerance for chaos to force House GOP leaders to bend to their wishes.
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jojo-schmo · 8 months
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Some Forgotten Land Roleswap Beast Pack lore!!
Thought it would be fun to share some more about the Beast Pack ruled by Clawroline, and my thoughts behind some choices I made when swapping their roles! More under the cut-!
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The big three. Queen Clawroline, Leongar her enforcer and second-in-command, and Bandana Dee the Awoofy Prince.
I can't be too detailed about these three because I'd spoil my own comic! But think of Leongar and Clawroline swapping each other's roles like this:
Clawroline is the Queen now but also a sort of Ringmaster based on her circus theme (her boss fight location in Wondaria, and the magic tricks and acrobat attacks she does). That's why she keeps the cape and top hat but accessorizes it a bit more. Also, the jewels on her cape are the purple ones on canon Leongar's cape. You may have noticed in the first page of the prologue, I had Carol and Leon wear one jewel each as a sign of being co-rulers. But now she has both of them. >:)
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Leongar is the Enforcer and loyal second-in-command. To be honest I thought his boss attacks were a little basic before Fecto takes full control of him. Biting, scratching... standard things you'd expect from a lion. So to keep with Clawroline's Ringmaster theme, he is now going to be more of a performer. I'm thinking of some fun moves for him. I mean, he's really buff. He'd make a powerful acrobat. So that's where the bow-tie and ponytail come from. (can't have your hair in your face.)
I can only say this about Bandee right now: He's the Awoofy Prince because he made a special connection to the Awoofies and they respect him. However, he rose to Number 3 rank in large part because of the special knowledge he could share with Clawroline from being a Waddle Dee, denizen of Popstar, and someone who has traveled between dimensions before. He becomes a really big asset and gets the Pack closer to their goals than they ever were before.
What goals are those? Sorry! Not spilling yet. :')
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Some backstory on Skipperdillo (Roleswap Sillydillo) and Gorimonger (roleswap Gorimondo)! These aren't spoilers, just lore :P
Here's an old post that goes into detail on my thoughts when swapping these two. Basically I swapped the "Anchor Necklace" and wearing "Metal Signs as Armor" aesthetics and things went really smoothly from there, haha.
They don't have a TON of personality in the canon game, so to be honest I broke down their basic characteristics (Silly is.... silly, creative, and chaotic- Gori is strong, territorial, and protective) and made them my own :P
As for why Gori doesn't like Bandee- part of it is because Bandee became Number 3 very quickly, but it also has to do with their first encounters which will be part of the comic :D
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Gori and Skipper work together a lot because their jobs complement each other. They like to fistbump after a job well done- a tradition started by Skipper when it saw it on an old advertisement. :3
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Finally, the Beast Council's eye makeup! Clawroline's distinct eyeshadow, Leongar's winged eyeliner, Bandee's eyeshadow and Awoofy markings, Skipperdillo's "eyepatch", and Gorimonger's "under-eyeshadow"
The reason I made the Roleswap Beast pack look so different to the canon one is because of the difference of my interpretation of Clawroline's leadership.
Leongar's Beast Pack in canon is more focused on returning back to primal roots. Really embracing the powerful beast within. Raw, untamed energy.
I wanted Clawroline's Beast Pack to be the opposite- under her leadership I think she'd evolve the Beasts forward as they learned from the remnants of culture left behind in the Forgotten Land. They wear a lot of "people clothes" for that reason. (the capes, bow ties, armor, hats...) In canon, she's the only Beast who wears true "people clothes" other than Leon (her top hat and cape). I took her canon interest in these "human behaviors" of magic tricks and clothes and ran with it. So her Beast Pack is very expressive in their appearances.
I think she wouldn't mind it because A) it doesn't directly interfere with their goals, and B) even while brainwashed, she's still a creative being at her core. In canon she wears glitter eyeshadow and learned some complex performing tricks like knife-throwing, acrobatics, and disappearing smoke tricks to complement her feline attacks. To learn all that, I like to think she must have had some respect for the cultural remnants of the forgotten world they live in.
However they're not eliminating the "Beast" part of themselves. They are still wild, but they're blending these ancient, forgotten aesthetics and interests with their own. They have plenty of natural talents and skills to fall back on when something doesn't go right.
So those are some of my thoughts behind this swapped Beast Pack! Since there's so much room to interpret them in canon, I had a lot of fun stretching it all further and in the opposite direction!
Thanks for reading! <3
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heromaker-if · 9 months
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do you have any other ifs that we can read whilst we wait😭😭🫶🫶
Hi anon! Thanks for the ask and your patience! 🥰
I do have some other IFs that I worked on in the past but I don't recommend playing them (I was still learning how to write at that time, so they aren't great). But if you want some IF reccs, I can recommend some IFs I've read recently.
(Sorry for the tags friends, and for the rants!)
(Released) My all time favourite is The Fernweh Saga by @lacunafiction - it's just genuinely so good and it always gives me the vibes of one of those shows you watch after dinner, that becomes part of your routine and you want to see desperately what happens after, and the characters become part of your memories, almost like people. It's just UGH such a good IF. If you like nostalgic hometown horrors, this IF is for you.
(Released) Very close favourite is Blood Moon by @barbwritesstuff - WEREWOLVES GUYS!! I've replayed this game so many times. It's one of those games that after you finish, no matter how long of a break you take from it, you always return to it. I love the "found family" of this game, even though it's not really found, it's just... family. I miss them! The romance in this story is also written so beautifully.
(Released) Another fav is The Golden Rose by @anathemafiction - it was one of my favs while it was still in WIP and after it's released I took so long to play it cause I never wanted to finish it. Like, I grew so attached to its story that I didn't want to let it go. 😭 Very well written characters and the descriptions of things, places, feelings, expressions, mannerisms, is so endearing and eye-catching, never a second where I skipped a line, I was CAUGHT. If you like a story with ominous beginnings, middles and ends, this is for you, not to mention the whole religion themes that are so interesting to dive into.
(Released) I miss this one so much but The Soul Stone War by @intimidatingpuffinstudios - there's two books out for this one already and each one is better than the previous. It's fantasy and about powers and there's a dragon lady that you can romance, and the POLY IN THIS IS BEAUTIFUL! Very soulmate-y romance and just generally captivating storytelling.
(Released) Nothing will ever hit the same as The Passenger by @the-passenger-if - there's just something so familiar, so memorable about this story. I don't think in my next lifetime I will ever forget it. It's about an eldritch horror battling with humanity and it's raw primal role as a monster. It feels short but only because you're so into it that time passes you by, but the tone and the flow of this story is very well done (as well as the characters! 🥰).
(WIP) I feel like everyone and their mothers know about Infamous by @infamous-if - but I'm going to talk about it anyways. It's a BAND IF, yes, music, yes, adrenaline, fame, and all the bad decisions that come with it. It's only one chapter out right now, but it's very worth it. I guarantee you the brainrot you will get from this game is going to consume your life.
(WIP) A somewhat popular one as well is Body Count by @bodycountgame - I haven't seen a game do the whole modern reality TV show with a tinge of horrifying brutal horror as well as Nell has, and even though it's still in its early stages, it's very well done and interesting. Lots of ROs to choose from, and genuinely funny humour to laugh about in between the crying sessions of a favourite character dying.
(WIP) Haven't heard that many people talking about this one to be fair but Chop Shop by @losergames - Also a very early stages game, but it's very adrenaline inducing and has so much potential that has me shaking in my seat. I'm already half in love with the cast and I can't wait to go need for speed and play a super chaotic individual.
Also any game by @hpowellsmith, they're amazing at creating consistent well written stories that have such great characters and even better representation. They do it so well, and I've been a fan of them for years now, definitely one of my role models!
I'm sure there are many more IFs out there that you NEED to play/read, but my mind is blank right now, and these are the only ones I could think of. I also don't have as much time to get into an IF, but I'm getting there (thinking of getting into Shepherds of Haven - which you should!)
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99hook · 8 months
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Comfort Zone | Part Two
Synopsis: He lost the FTW title and he needs you.
Warnings: angry sex ensues, degradation kink, praise kink, jewelry kink, unprotected sex, semi-public car sex, fluff sprinkled in if you look hard enough
A/N: @wickedval thank you for being so patient while I took forever working on this and I hope I do it justice for you! I can’t even telllll you guys how many times this one was requested since yn and Tyler did get interrupted by Jeff Hardy in the last fic. Lmao anyway here’s tyler taking his aggression out in a filthy raw way. Enjoy 🫶🏼
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The bit of optimism he felt as he lead you down the hallway was quickly diminishing as those thoughts of him not only losing his title, but being knocked out cold with it started eating away at him again.
You could see that his improved mood was only short lived and his cold, empty stare was proof of that. He was rubbing his fingers together only to remind himself that his right hand was empty now.
His left hand held yours, involuntarily giving it a squeeze when he flashes back to the last few seconds of that match, just before everything went pitch black.
He remembers leaning down, attempting to get Jack back on his feet and seeing the gold peeking out from underneath his arms but, as soon as he realized it, he was crashing down onto the canvas.
The screams of the audience was briefly drowned out by a high pitched ringing sensation in his ears and he didn’t have enough strength to power through the intense dizziness that had him feeling like he was spinning out of control when he felt Jack lay on his chest and the refs hand hit the mat three consecutive times.
Thinking back on it now, he wishes he would’ve just raised his arm up, fought a little harder and never gave Jack the satisfaction that he’s probably boasting around the arena about, but he wasn’t strong enough to fight back for the first time in his life and he never thought that day would come where he’d have to openly face the fact that he lost everything he worked so hard to gain.
You eyed him as those thoughts attacked him. You could see his shoulders visibly sinking with the weight of the world on top of them and all you wanted to do was bring him out of his own head, but you also knew Tyler all too well and for that reason, you knew nothing you said would serve as any improvement to the way he’s feeling right now.
Actions speak louder, anyway.
He was about to lead you through the catering doors but stopped when he felt you pull against his hand. He looked over at you, readjusting his fingers intertwined with yours and that’s when you finally got to look deeply into his sunken eyes, practically able to visualize all of the pain he was in, all of the chaotic emotions that were running through him that he couldn’t hide well enough.
“Let’s go to the car.” You tell him, noting the flash of confusion that washed over his face.
“You’re ready to leave?” He asked, knowing how many times you’ve lectured him about taking off before the night is over.
You stepped a little closer and gave his hand a gentle squeeze before you leaned up on your tip-toes and placed a featherlight kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“I didn’t say anything about leaving. Let’s go finish what we started.”
He swallowed thickly, his lips parting but no words coming out of his mouth. You said nothing more as you pulled him down the hallway towards the exit doors, your feet and his both fast tracking to the corner of the parking garage where the rental was parked.
You spun around once you reached the driver side door and caught the hesitant look on his face, but his hands reaching to your hips eagerly told you a completely different story. You pulled him by the waistband, bringing him as close as two humans can physically get and leaned back up again, this time to place three soft kisses to the side of his neck, trailing up to his ear.
You breathed a whisper, so filled with a desire to simply please him, to take away all of this anger and demise in one of the most passionate ways you could possibly think of. “Anything you want to do to me, do it. Use me to your best advantage, baby. All that anger? Take it out on me. Everything you’re feeling, make me feel it ten times more.”
You pulled back, looking in his eyes that were suddenly so lustblown. Your soft words repeated in his head twice before he took one hand off of your hip and reached behind you for the handle of the back door.
“Get in.” He demanded, and you did as you were told, sliding onto the back seat and all the way over to the other door, before he grabbed your ankles and pulled you back toward him. Your feet dangled out the door, and he placed himself right between your thighs, taking a moment to contemplate his next move in his head while you watched his eyes roam from your lips to your thighs and back again.
You felt your mouth watering as you impatiently awaited him. He placed both hands on the hood of the car, his chest starting to heave as he let the arousal build up within him. You watched him slide his tongue over his lips and inhale a sharp breath before his darkened eyes roamed down to your shorts.
“Why are you still wearing clothes? I want you naked in the next ten seconds or im ripping them off of you myself.”
You were a little stunned by those demands but had no time for any of that, evidently. You hurriedly slid your shorts down to your ankles and tossed them on the floor of the car, about to slide your shirt off but he caught the way you were hesitantly eyeing the perimeter behind him, making sure nobody was around.
He stepped to the side to block your view and cupped one finger under your chin, raising your eyes to match his sharply.
“If anyone’s stupid enough to come back here, I’ll handle them. Do what I said and stop trying to buy yourself time. You’re ticking on my clock, baby, and Ill keep us out here all night long if I want to.”
You could only slightly nod as you grabbed the end of your shirt and slid it up over your head, exposing your matching bra and panties in that burgundy red, lacy fabric that always drives him absolutely wild, but tonight, he didn’t care enough about seeing you in anything at all.
“Nah baby, those too.” He points to your panties, then to your bra. “I said naked, did I not?”
You reached around and unclasped your bra, your breasts spilling out when you slid the straps down your arms and dropped the lacy piece to the floorboard. Then you brought your knees up and slid your panties down to your ankles, and Tyler stood there, his eyes following every single move you made with an unnerving, blank expression on his face the entire time.
You kept your thighs clenched together as you sat on the leather seat, nothing but a necklace wrapped around your neck and he tilted his head to the side slightly, sliding that tongue back over his lips like you were a five course meal and he’d been starving for days.
You felt his fingertips linger over the crease of your inner thighs pushed together and slide his hand down between the space, effectively earning your legs to spread wide by the simplest touch.
“That’s better, baby.” He rasped as he trails those fingertips ever so slowly up your inner thigh, stopping just before he reached your glistening cunt, just to trail them back down the other thigh. You watched his motions until he demanded your attention on him solely.
“Look at me.” His voice was sharper than it had been before, non suggestively spewing a demand that made your eyes instantly snap to his. “You sure you’re ready for this? Cause I’m gonna do more than just make you come and be done with you. I’ve had a bad, bad night baby, and it’s gonna take a lot to make me feel better.”
You swallowed, he heard the gulp. You nodded easily, knowing you asked for this and knowing what’s more, you probably didn’t even realize what you asked for initially. Tyler had eyes darker than sin and a million and one ideas in his mind. He was going to give you exactly what you asked of him but he knew you didn’t know the half of what that meant for you.
His eyes lingered down to the center between your thighs. The beautiful glisten dancing off of your skin that he knew had everything to do with him. He wanted more than anything to bury his face right between your thighs and soak up all of those sweet juices on his tongue but something he wanted even more than that, was to watch you squirm all over that seat, begging, pleading and whimpering for him.
He placed both hands back on the hood of the car and looked into your eyes again, purposely smoothing his tongue over his lips just to watch you watch him with so much desire evident in your yearning eyes.
“You look so pretty sitting on that seat, all spread open for me baby. Wish you could sit on my face but, unfortunately I don’t think I can make that happen in this Escalade, and from the looks of it, I think you’re a little too impatient to wait until we get back to the hotel.” He had a bit of amusement playing through his eyes for the simple way that you started breathing unevenly.
“I could drop to my knees right here. Take my time eating that pretty little pussy until your come is dripping off my lips.” You inhaled sharply, just the simple thought caused tingles to skate down your entire body. You felt his finger tips find their place right back on your inner thigh, painfully slowly trailing the pads of those digits across your skin, leaving chillbumps in their place.
“How would you feel about that, angel?”
By this point you couldn’t figure out how to breathe properly. He was having all kinds of sensations rush through your body and you could only react in such a disheveled manner when his fingertips grazed their way to the crease of your thigh, collecting a small bit of the sweetness smeared over your skin.
You tilted your head to the side letting it lazily fall against your shoulder as you gripped the side of the back seat. He let his lips tip up in a smirk for the first time since you got him out here and felt your heart begin to race when you recognized that taunting look.
“Slide a little closer.” He said before he wrapped his hands under your thighs and pulled you to the edge. Your ass was barely sitting on the end of the seat, knees locking on each side of his hips to keep you steady. You felt the fabric of his shorts brushing against your pulsating heat, dying for a little more friction of any kind and he knew that.
His hardened bulge was pressed to your core, and he was keeping himself as still as stone just to watch your desperation get the best of you when you lifted your hips in search of anything that could take away the tormenting need for pleasure he wasn’t allowing you to get from him immediately.
You let out a needy whimper, something more along the lines of an aching moan for more and he felt you rubbing yourself against his bulge. He was internally dying to unrestrain it from the tight fitting boxers beneath his shorts but he was keeping a cool hand on the outside. It was just too satisfying to watch you internally crumble over the lightest touches.
“You just wanna be fucked so bad, don’t you baby?” His voice was dripping with tormenting condescension, something that made you whimper back in a broken, frail voice.
“But that’s no fun for me if I just give you what you want. You said you wanted me to take everything out on your gorgeous body, so that’s what I plan to do, baby. You asked for this, and remember that.”
He slowly lowered himself down to his knees, his dark eyes trained on you as he brought your legs over his shoulders. You watched him, but your eyes kept involuntarily adverting to the packed garage around you, silently praying that nobody would come out and see what was happening right now.
“What did I tell you?” Tyler’s harsh tone snapped your eyes back to him. “Focus on me, don’t worry about nobody else right now. I’ll deal with them if I got to.”
He inches closer to your needy center, his lips just barely brushing over your sensitive skin, and leaving you feeling nothing but unquenchable deprivation. You instinctively arch your hips but he just inches a little more away, a smirk gracing his plump lips as he listens to your needy moans of pure desperation.
“I gotta admit, baby. I love seeing you like this.” He raspily whispers, his hot breath lingering over your aching cunt. “Moaning and whimpering and I’ve barely even touched you.”
His devilishly dark eyes stayed trained on your face. Your lips parting and short breaths fanning through them. He could see just how easy it was to send you on a downward spiral and the better half of him really wanted to test just how deep that spiral could go to.
He brings one finger up, tracing it up one of your folds, reveling in the way your breath hitched and your hips jerked. A full begging manner if he’s ever seen one. He collected a bit of your sweetness on the tip of his digit and brought it up to his lips, sliding his tongue over the clear liquid seeping down his skin as he kept his eyes intently on you.
You felt the salivation coating your tongue, threatening to drip out of the corner of your mouth as you watched him toy with you, initiating a mind game as he made sure you kept your eyes solely focused on him.
You let out an exaggerated sigh that morphed into more of a groan of frustration and he quirked his brow when he heard it, clearly more than just a little amused at your antics.
“What’s wrong, baby? You sound a little frustrated.” He taunted, slowly tracing the pad of his pointer finger up your slit, but shying away the moment he nears your pulsating clit. “You don’t like being teased?”
You felt him smearing your juices across your skin. The contrast of the slick motions in comparison to his calloused finger was doing nothing but making you internally scream for him to do something, anything more.
You tried to glare at him but you weren’t strong enough to hold that piercing stare. He had you in shambles already and he was taking way too much pride in it. You felt the tip of his finger just barely graze over your clit and that alone made your whole body shudder.
“Is that where you wanna be touched, baby? Want my tongue on your clit instead of my fingers? Just wanna get straight to the point, huh? Well, maybe I can do that another time. Right now I’m just enjoying taking my time with this pretty pussy.”
You threw your head back and another drawn out groan ripped through your throat, and he smirked when he heard it. You felt his finger glide down to your entrance and circle around it slowly.
“You’re dripping on the seats, baby. I feel bad for the next people who rent this car.” He lowly chuckles as he pushes just the tip of his finger in your tight hole and holds it there, feeling your walls desperately try to suck him in as they clench around him.
“I can feel how bad you want it.” He groans out, “Just the tip of one of my fingers already has your pussy throbbing.”
You clenched your teeth, doing your best not to let your frustration get the better of you but him being so close, his lips hovering over your aching core only made you want to grab his hair and pull him right where you needed him but, you knew that wouldn’t go over well for you in the end. You just tried to stay semi-decently composed but Tyler was making it an excruciating challenge.
You felt his middle finger slide in just a little more, up to the second knuckle and slowly curl back and to, feeling you out as he examined the way you reacted. All you could do was grip the seat harder, your nails probably cutting into the leather but it wasn’t something you concerned yourself with. He blew a steady breath over your clit, but only left you nearly trembling for more than just that.
“Always so tight” he praises as he continues to slowly curl his finger. “I can barely move my finger, your clenching down around it so hard. Bet you wish it was my cock, don’t you baby?”
You easily nodded, whimpering out, “Yes, I really do, baby. I need you to fuck me, please.”
You felt his finger slide just a little further in, but the ring around it kept him from pushing it all the way. You felt the cool metal against your hot skin, serving up a shiver to roll through your body as he watched with lustful eyes.
“Guess this is all I can give you right now, baby. Damn ring you always want me wearing is in the way. Or else, maybe I’d be hitting your g-spot right now. Guess we’ll never know.”
“Take the fucking ring off.” You groaned out, jerking your hips in a needy attempt to get him deeper, but he brought his other hand up and clamped it around your waist, keeping you from being able to get what you want that easily.
“I’m not doing that.” He sharply states as he curls that finger even slower. You could feel it just centimeters away from your sweet spot and you knew he wasn’t attempting to reach it on purpose. “You’re just gonna have to sit here and take what I give you until I say you’ve had enough.”
Your head fell to the headrest, eyes rolling before you screwed them shut. You felt his finger sliding out, just to slip back in deeper but just not deep enough for you.
“You’re gonna regret this” you warn him, but that’s exactly what he wanted to hear.
“Am I?” His coy, cocky smirk spread across his lips. “How so, baby? Tell me.”
You effectively glared down at him and the arrogant, prideful look on his face. “When it’s my turn, I’m gonna make sure you’re begging me to let you come.”
“That’s cute baby, but you’re not having a turn tonight.” He leaned back some, inserting another finger. You felt your clenched walls being forced to spread as he stretched them out, and still, when he felt that soft spot deeper in, he didn’t even try to thrust his digits against it.
“No, see, I have some plans for you, and they don’t involve you coming until I say so. Remember, I told you I’ve had a bad night. Gonna take a lot of this-“ your gasp got caught in your throat when you felt his fingers roughly curl, “to make me feel better.”
Your lips folded in beneath your teeth as you felt his long, slender fingers finally giving you optimized pleasure. The sounds of your dripping nectar sloshing around his digits brought another easy smirk to Tyler’s face.
“Sounds like I hit your sweet spot, baby.” He grips your hip tighter when he notices you starting to squirm around. “Don’t fight me. You were practically begging for this five minutes ago.”
Your eyelids fluttered and your head fell back. The roof of the Escalade was a blur through your glossed over eyes as he kept thrusting those fingers right where you’d been dying for, and within seconds, you felt his plump lips lock around your clit, sucking pulsations in a pattern of three at a time before his tongue swirled over it.
“Oh God, fucking finally” you exasperated, forcing yourself to pick your head back up, only to catch his intense gaze from where he kneeled between your thighs. The thrusts of his two fingers sped up when your eyes locked with him, specifically so he could get a good look at you coming undone.
You thoughtlessly wrapped your fingers up in his wild hair, effectively making those wind blown locks even more disheveled. He felt his cock throb when your nails raked his scalp, but he did his best to avoid the ache he had for the time being. In his mind, this was a fun game. A challenge for the both of you that he was more than willing to accept and initiate.
“Mm” he hums against you, causing a vibrational sensation against your clit. “Taste like fucking heaven, baby. I know you feel like it too.” He emphasized that praise with two harder pumps against your g-spot, making your thighs jerk. You were so riled up, thanks to him purposely teasing up to this point that you were incredibly overly sensitive and he knew it just by the way your body helplessly reacted.
He felt your walls clenching tighter the second your stomach coiled, and because he knew your body like the back of his own hand, he already knew exactly when to retreat, just to keep on this little game he was playing with you.
He waited until you were seconds away from the earth shattering orgasm before he immediately snatched his fingers out and pulled off your clit with a soft pop. Your fingers were still tangled up in his hair and he felt your nails digging down, your frustrations at an all time high as you let out a deep groan that morphed into a whimper of despair.
You glared down at him, but his eyes were so focused on the single bead of sweat slipping down between your breasts that he didn’t even notice. Your chest was heaving deeply, louder breaths coming out completely unrestrained as your entire body shuddered. All he had to do was blow air over your throbbing clit and you’d be coming all over that seat but, again, he knew your body so well, he already took that all into consideration before he made the choice to leave you trembling, begging for more.
“You almost came.” He says as he leans back and pulls your hand out of his hair, placing it on your thigh. “Didn’t I tell you not until I say so? I’m pretty sure those were my exact words.”
You opened your mouth to speak, but he pushed his fingers past your lips before you could get a single word out. Your tongue slid around his digits, tasting your own juices.
“Don’t even try arguing with me.” He demands, hooking his fingers against the bottom of your lower row of teeth. “You’re lucky I’m not bending you over my knee right now.”
He felt your tongue sliding over his fingers and his cock couldn’t fight against the tight fabric of his boxers hard enough when it twitched beneath them. It was causing a constant pain now, getting even more tender by the passing second so, he decided it was time to let you tend to that issue.
He pulled his fingers out and slid them over your bottom lip, purposely smearing your sweet juices there so that he could get another taste of them when he decides to kiss you again. You watched as he rose to his feet and kept his eyes on you as he slid his shorts down slightly, his cock springing free.
“Lay down on your stomach.” He demanded, and you quickly obliged. You felt the cold leather against your skin but it served no use in cooling your blazed body. You came eye level with his erect member and looked up at him through hooded lashes as you awaited any instruction he might want to give.
All that he did was grab the hood of the car and angle his hips, making the tip tap against your bottom lip. You opened your mouth, keeping your low eyes on him as you invited him in, and he effortlessly accepted the invitation.
You were just about to wrap your hand around his shaft to keep it still but, “Hands behind your back.” Stopped you from doing that. He grabbed both wrists with one of his hands and clamped them against your back before he pushed his cock deeper in, until he felt the tip get blocked by the fleshy walls of your throat.
You did your best not to gag but that was pointless when he purposely thrusted those hips and aimed for a certain part of your throat. He watched your lips wrap around him, cupping tightly as your head bobbed back and to. You held your wanting eyes on him until you felt tears prick the corners of them.
Your hair fell forward, hovering against half of your face until he let go of the grip around your wrists to hold it back for you. He kept his grip pretty tight, your roots getting tugged each time you slid your lips down his shaft but, you liked it at the same time.
Even though Tyler was doing a pretty good job at keeping his composure on the outside, internally that man was losing it. He was watching you take every inch down your throat, feeling your tongue smooth against the underside of his cock, keeping your hands behind your back like he told you to.
He didn’t want there to possibly be an ending to all of this, which was why he was adamant that he wasn’t going to come until you were way too fucked out to pick your head up anymore. He wanted to really test the limits tonight and your willingness was more than a treat to him.
It was almost as if your submissiveness was healing the physical pains he was previously in. The throbbing of his head from where he took the blow from the belt no longer ached, his body wasn’t sore, his bones didn’t feel like they threatened to crumble anymore. All that he felt in that moment was a hunger. A deep, deep desire that overpowered all else.
He was angry, and he knew he would be angry for a long time but you letting him use your body as a way of releasing that rage was something he would most likely become addicted to. He just wanted to make you suffer, but in the most pleasurable way possible. Maybe it was a form of misery loves company but, this constant push and pull, bringing you to the edge before he snatches it all away, it was fueling him. Sparking a new release for all the pent up emotions he felt.
“Look at you” he huffs out a breathy whisper. Your eyes fluttered up to catch a glimpse of him. Lips parted and full, you just wanted to leave them kiss bitten.
He thrusted his hips again when your eyes locked with his just to hear and feel you gag around him, eliciting a gravelly groan when your throat closed in around him.
“I like you like this” he says as he adjusts the grip in your hair, holding your head still so he can take over. He snapped his hips in, forcing his thick cock to knock the back of your throat over and over and over until he watched the tears escape your eyes and slide down your cheeks.
Your saliva was seeping past your lips each time he pulled back, keeping them moist and slick for him to slide right back in. He loved the view he had right now. He absolutely adored the way the tears slipping down your cheeks traced black mascara trails against your skin. Your lips were so puffy, deeper red than usual. Cheeks tinted with a dusty pink hue.
“Prettiest little slut I’ve ever seen” he groans out as he pushes his hips back and to. “Laying there just letting me wreck your throat with my dick, cause that’s what pretty sluts love to do, isn’t it baby?”
You barely nodded, keeping your eyes on him, watching the way his brows knitted together when his clock twitched twice against your tongue. “Keep tryna drain every drop from me. You just want some come in your mouth, huh? Your mouth, your pussy, you just want it anywhere you can get it.”
It took all of his mustered strength to snap his hips back in the nick of time, just before he was about to release everything he had straight down the alley of your throat. You had a look of surprise that he caught sight of, and he had to try his absolute best not to show that he was struggling just as much as you were, cause all he really wanted was to let his body reach that teeth clenching high he was chasing but, still, he loved challenging himself and evidently, you as well.
“You didn’t come” you say with a bit of a strained voice. Your throat felt abused, bruised and swelled up but it was a weird kind of pain that you would ask for again and again.
“Cause I’m not done with you yet.” He says as he runs a clammy hand through his hair. “Sit up.” He demanded, patting the edge of the seat. You found yourself practically scrambling to your previous place, knees locking in at each side of his hips.
He ran his rough palms up from your knees to the crease of your thigh and back again before he leaned in and placed a featherlight kiss to your swollen lips. One that only made you chase after him for more, but he didn’t allow it.
“The safe word is what?” He asks, spreading your thighs apart. You felt his tip graze over your aching hole and almost forgot he ever even asked you a question. He cupped your cheeks with his thumb and two fingers and repeated himself, ensuring you were staring him straight in the eyes.
“YN, the safe word is what?”
“Red.” You blurt out, snapping back to the moment when he forced your attention on him. “It’s red.”
“Good girl.” He praised before grabbing his shaft with one hand and tapping his tip against your clit twice. “And if you don’t use it when you need to?” His eyes peer back at you, making sure you know all the ins and outs.
“Then we’re not doing this again.” You recited the rules made a long, long time ago when you and Tyler first started exploring things like bondage and choking. You weren’t sure why exactly this needed a safe word, but Tyler wouldn’t be Tyler if he didn’t make sure you were always comfortable with him, despite how he might be feeling, what he might be thinking, didn’t matter.
He slid his tip back down to your entrance and searched your eyes one last time, ensuring you were still as wanting as your were when this whole thing first started. You needily nodded before you leaned in and placed your lips against his, but he only let you kiss them lightly before he pulled his head back and deprived you once more.
“Can’t have you distracting me, baby.” He heavily whispered as he slid his tip past your entrance, already filling you out so much better than his two fingers did. “All those kisses you keep tryna give me, I know what you’re doing, and it’s not happening. Not until I’ve throughly fucked the shit out of you.”
You arched your hips in hopes of pulling him in deeper but he was smooth and steady, his motives already pre planned in his mind. He looked down and watched himself enter you, half of his cock disappearing and the other half dying to follow.
“More please” you whimpered.
“So needy.” He lowly chuckled, his hair falling over his forehead, hiding the view of the smirk you could practically hear on his face as he kept his eyes on his cock and the way your sweetness glistened off of it.
“You need to learn patience.” He adds as he takes a little bit back out of you. “How about every time you try to be greedy with my cock, I take a little more away. Think that will help you learn?”
“Think that’ll piss me off.” You copped back, but all he did was raise his eyes and hold that taunting smirk on his face.
“Who’s problem is that? Mine?” He teases, slowly sliding his cock just a little deeper. “You can’t come without me. Well, you can, but all that would do is make you desperate to be fucked all over again. So you should really listen to me when I tell you it’s in your best interest if you give this patience thing a try.”
You groaned out of undeniable frustration as you gripped the side of the seat, your fingertips nearly going numb. “Tyler quit fucking teasing me and just fuck me already!” You choked out, bucking your hips in a failed attempt to push him in deeper, only to feel him sliding out a little more.
“Doesn’t sound like patience to me.”
“I’ve never been patient in my fucking life and I’m not starting now.” Your heels locked around his back as you effectively forced him all the way in, feeling his thickness stretch you out with a slight sting on contact. Tyler’s jaw locked, teeth clenching when he felt your walls squeezing him in place and when your eyes fluttered open, all you saw was pitch dark eyes staring right back at you.
“Alright baby, you know what?” He pushed in even deeper, causing you to feel him in your lower stomach, knocking into that one spot that nearly blinded you on impact. “You asked for it.”
He reared his hips back and slammed them forward with a force strong enough to make your entire body jolt back, but as quick as you tried to retreat, he wrapped his hands beneath your thighs and slid you to the very edge of the seat, only keeping you held up by his own body leveraging with yours. You had to hold onto something and used the headrest as he repeatedly fucked into you, his thrusts strong, steady and completely ruthless.
You dug your nails into the leather and knew that when you and Tyler return that rental you’d be paying extra for all the claw marks, but he would probably smirk as he hands them the additional fees.
He kept your thighs hiked up on each side of his hips as he leaned in a little bit, letting his lips just barely brush over yours. Your mouth fell open when he hit that sweet spot again, and you chased after his kiss but he only pulled back the second you felt your lips meet.
“Still so damn greedy” he rasps between powerful thrusts. “Knew you just wanted to be fucked like a little slut. That’s all you ever want. My cock stretching out your little pussy until you’re coming all over me. You can admit it baby, we both know you’re a little cock slut when it comes down to it.”
Compared to his steady tone, you were incomprehensible. There were broken whimpers and shattered moans being forced out of you every which way and you couldn’t control it. With every strong thrust, his cock diving so deep into you that it was making you internally spiral, just like he wanted.
But suddenly, his hips stilled when the sound of a car door slamming caught his attention. He glanced over his shoulder in search of anyone who might be close before he turned back to you, dropping one thigh on the edge of the seat and using that hand to cover your mouth.
“As much as I love to hear you moan, I’m pretty sure people are gonna start leaving soon, so slide back.”
You hated the loss on contact when he pulled completely out of you and quickly slid back on the seat. He got in after you and shut the door, silently thankful for the tinted windows.
You kept your legs spread wide, and his eyes averted down to your slick cunt shimmering in the dim lighting. He slid his tongue over his lips and leaned down, surprising you when he lapped his tongue in quick strides over your pulsating clit.
“Oh fuck” you breathed out, leaning your head back against the window as you endured the riveting sensations bolting through your frazzled body. “Tyler, that feels so fucking good” you praised him, tangling your fingers up in his hair as he fluently rotated and flicked the tip of his tongue right where you needed it.
“But I really wanna come on you, baby, I-“
“Oh you will.” He muttered against you, “on my face first, my dick after.”
You felt your thighs trembling, unable to help the way your muscles shuddered as he roughly, but rhythmically toyed with your clit. You then felt his middle and ring finger slide between your walls, hooking against your g-spot so effortlessly. Your mouth fell open but your breath hitched, unable to allow any sounds to slip past your lips until he forced them out of you.
His plump lips suctioned around your clit, sucking a pulsation similar to your frantic heart racing in your chest as his fingers curled against your sweet spot again and again, until he felt your walls closing in to tight he had to strengthen those fingers to get them to move like you needed.
“You’re about to come, I feel it.” He hummed against you, the vibrations off his lips only intensifying the sensations. But that’s when you felt those fingers start to slow down, the motions of his tongue reverting back to teasing circulations before he pulled his lips off of you completely and raised his head. “Beg me.”
His fingers were too slow, the way he just barely brushed your g-spot when he was formerly pounding into it with those digits had your head spinning, that familiar desperation taking all the control you possibly had and succumbing it all to him like he wanted.
“Please” you whimpered out, thrusting your hips in an attempt to feel more. “Tyler please, please let me come! I’ll do any fucking thing, just please let me come on your fingers, your face, your cock, anything!”
He could hear the pure agony you were in and felt a bit proud of himself for it. A gentle smirk, submerged in arrogance graced his lips before he lowered his head and locked those lips right back around your clit. You released a heavy breath as your head fell back and nothing but the sounds of your strained, high moans and juices sloshing around by the thrusts of his fingers was filling the space in that car.
“Oh my- fuck! Yes baby, just like that! Please don’t fucking stop I’m- God I’m so fucking close Tyler!”
He picked up the pace when he felt his cock twitch, reminding him of the ache between his own thighs that he was starting to feel desperate to release himself.
A sudden warmth coated his fingers as your hips jolted upwards, and he used his forearm to keep them pinned down as he swirled his tongue even faster, thrusted those fingers even harder, until every last muscle in your body was contracting and your cries of relinquished pleasure were echoing about his brain.
He peered up to watch it all happen. The way your chest was heavily heaving and eyes screwed tightly shut was nothing short of a beautiful sight to behold. The slick sweat he worked out of you was glistening off your breasts and that just reminded him that he needed to give them attention too.
You felt his arm leave your waist and his hand cup your breast harshly, probably with the intentions to leave his fingerprints on them. You placed your hand over his and squeezed it, only making his fingertips dig into your skin but serving as another riveting sensation all on its own.
He watched you come down from between your thighs, riding it out for you as much as possibly as he slowly traced the tip of his tongue over your clit until your body stopped trembling. You dropped your head and forced your eyes open, lips parted and puffy when he lifted back up and he wasted no time, knowing just how overly sensitive you already were.
He pulled you down from where you leaned against the door and you found yourself beneath him, and there was no warning before his cock dove right back in between your walls still contracting from that first orgasm. He felt the pulsations and let out a low, “fuck” beneath his breath, mentally preparing himself for that challenge.
You gripped his shoulders, nails leaving half moon indents in their place against his slick skin as he pushed himself all the way in, once again, knocking into that sweet spot all the way at the very back, earning a high pitched whine to slip past your lips.
“Wait, wait it’s- I’m so sensitive- I-“
“Red?” He stills his hips, but you shook your head adamantly. “Then stop whining and take this dick like the little cock slut you are.”
Your mouth fell open but only strained moans flew out when he snapped his hips back and to, shooting a pleasurable pain through your entire body with each deep thrust. You had to hold on tightly to his shoulders or else you were sure you’d be smushed up against the door with the way he was slamming into you.
You were still so tender from the teasing and that first orgasm that the sensations were heightened to the extreme, unable to control the reactions he caused your body to oblige to. All you could do was take it like he told you to.
The cross pendant dangling around his neck was bouncing against your chin, until he dipped his head and caught the chain between his lips and held it there.
You could hardly keep your eyes from fluttering as his thrusts got stronger, hips jolting into you each time he snapped back. The Escalade was probably rocking on the outside but your mixed heavy breaths had casted a foggy haze over all of the windows.
He kept his dark eyes trained on you as he leaned down on his elbows and slowly brought his lips back to yours, again, just barely brushing over them as his hot breaths came out in huffs, fanning over your face.
“Kiss me” you moaned out, your lips and his only mere centimeters apart. He slid his bottom lip over yours, but they didn’t connect as deeply as you needed them to. He felt your nails clawing his shoulders, earning a searing sting that only made him fuck into you even harder.
“Greedy.” He smirked, before he dropped the chain and finally locked that kiss. Your hands immediately roamed upwards, fingers tangling up in his hair to deepen that embrace. His tongue surpassed your tender lips and claimed the space within your mouth. You felt his cock twitch against your sweet spot, effectively pulling a moan from your chest that found itself in his.
His short, heavy breaths lingered over your tongue as your walls clamped down. He knew all you needed was the closeness you’d always craved. You needed the passionate affection and the tender loving caresses. He needed something to take all of his aggressions out on and he quickly came to accept the fact that you were going to be just that for him, and you’d happily oblige every time.
You couldn’t keep yourself quiet, even with his lips over yours. You broke the kiss to inhale a gasp of steamy air, your head tilted back as he wrapped his arms under your back and steadying fucked into you. His lips came down to your neck, leaving a few open mouthed kisses in place before he sucked a deep, vibrant patched right below your ear proudly.
You started thrusting your hips up to match, feeling his cock drive even deeper. He had claimed all of you within seconds of his cock diving as deep as it could possibly go and he was feeling pretty prideful about that.
You had a million tingling nerves shooting through your body, unable to get a grip on a single one the more he crashed into you. Your fingernails scraped over his scalp, tugging at his roots when he lifted your hips slightly, allowing him to hit at a different angle that had you immediately seeing flashes of white behind your eyelids.
“That’s where you want it, right there.” He coaxed, his hot breaths lingering over the sensitive area of your neck. The splotchy discoloration being smoothed over with his tongue before he leaned back up.
Your lips parted as that cross danced over them, and he watched as you slid your tongue over the gold plated crucifix.
“Fuck, why are you so fucking hot?” He gaped, “shit should be fucking illegal, baby.”
You felt your cheeks burning at that praise, your hips bucking upwards to match his deep thrusts as your lips fell apart, and a high pitched whine was immediately muffled by his mouth.
His teeth knocked into yours, a kiss so sloppy yet so full of passion it nearly snatched the air from your caving lungs. His saliva seeped over your lips when it dripped from his tongue, and you welcomed the flavor of him easily when it made a home on your tastebuds.
“Want you to come all over my cock baby” he muttered against your agape lips.
“I- I don’t know if I can” you whimpered out, your body so hypersensitive but, he just thrusted even harder, buried his cock even deeper.
“You can and you will” he groaned, reached down and grabbing your hips harshly, before he pulled back and leaned up on his knees.
Your ankles found themselves on his shoulders before he leaned back down to hover over you, folding you nearly in half while he fucked into you. You attempted to squirm back but there was nowhere to go and all you could do was lay there and take the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you as best as you could.
“Want you dripping down your thighs when I’m done with you. That means you come on this dick like a good girl or you won’t be coming at all for the next week.”
You felt your body reignite with a blaze that you thought had surely died out after that first orgasm. The tingling sensation in your cheeks that cascaded down to your cunt and electrified with each deep thrust of his cock pounding into you.
He noticed it the second you felt it. The way your face just seemed to change right before his eyes as if you’d caught that second wind and you were feverishly chasing after that orgasm.
“That’s right baby” he praises with another deep push in. “Knew you had one more in you.”
You gripped the back of his thighs to keep him as deep as he could go and thankfully, he didn’t object when he started swirling his hips in a clockwise motion, his cock rolling around between your walls, providing a whole new kind of pleasure that you knew you’d be craving again later.
He let a low grunt out, unable to take his eyes off of you and the beautiful reactions you had playing on your face. Your brows knitted closely as you concentrated on that impending high, escalating heavily by the passing second. He felt his cock twitch again and knew as much as he wanted to be strong, he wasn’t right now. Not when your walls had this vice grip around his cock and he had to watch you come completely undone beneath him.
He swirled his hips some more, studdering once when he knocked the back of your cervix. “Fuck baby, you’re so fucking tight right now. I can barely fucking move.” His raspy voice coaxed you up, earning another broken moan to pass through your lips. “That pussy just keeps pulling me right back in, it’s so fucking good. Goddamn it’s so good.”
You fluttered your eyes open to look at him, the disheveled locks complement his strong, fixed jaw and puffy pink lips that you finally got to leave kiss bitten. You were fucked the second he locked his dark eyes with yours and you knew it.
He slid his tongue over those lips before he leaned back down and dropped his head to your shoulder. The ends of his hair ticked your cheek as he thrusted into you, swirling his hips, pulling halfway out and repeating. He knew he found a new sequence when your nails raked down his back and he felt your walls pulsating once again.
His eyes rolled back when you somehow squeezed him even tighter, but he kept a cool hand as usual as his thrusts remained just as strong and steady as before.
“You’re gonna come on my cock, and the whole ride back to the hotel, you’re gonna feel me dripping out of you onto the seats. When we get to our room, you’re gonna bend your little ass over the balcony railing let me fuck you til the sun comes up. Understand me, baby?”
You couldn’t respond but he already knew that. Your moans and whimpers easily morphed into near shouts and sharp gasps as he fucked back into you. You were so close to your release that your entire body was set ablaze beneath him and he was ready for it. He wanted more than anything to feel your come coating his cock while you drain every last drop from him.
“That’s it baby,” he rasps against the crook of your neck. “Come for me again, knew you had it in you. You’re such a good little slut for me”
Your lips parted but only strained gasps flew out when your entire body shuddered again, back arching high off the seats as he slowly swirled his hips, keeping that same motion to ride you through that high as he was finally able to release into his own himself.
“Fuck” he breathed out as you felt his pearly liquids fill you to the brim. You endured it all with pure breathlessness, your body temporarily stilling, every muscle undeniably stiffening before you collapsed back in that seat and came back to life by the feeling of his lips landing on yours.
He gave you one more thrust for good measure. A slow, steady push in deep as his lips gently smoothed over yours.
He pulled back to find you as fucked out as he’d ever seen you; and another one of those taunting smirks played on his lips. Your rosy red cheeks shadowed over your skin and eyes so low and hazy. Meanwhile he had eyes wide and hair wild, sweat trailing down his temple but still looked like the epitome of perfection.
“Feel better?” You barely asked, your voice so broken and frail, but in all the best ways.
“Might take a little more of that,” he smirks before he places a soft kiss to your plump, swollen lips. “But I’m getting there.”
You let a low chuckle slip past your lips and he leaned up, grabbing your hands to pull you upright. You reached over and drew a heart on the foggy glass and he watched the condensation drip from the small drawing.
“That’s a dead giveaway of what just went down in here. You know that, right?” He teased, but you shrugged your shoulders and you reached down for your discarded clothing. He grabbed your panties out of your hand but let you keep the rest of the garments.
“You don’t need these.” He smirked, “I want you dripping down your thighs, remember?”
He leaned in and lingered his lips over yours, once again barely brushing over them before he whispered against you, “round three when we get back to the hotel, and this time, I’m not going easy on you”
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Can I request Viking Dabi with an older male reader. It can be SFW or Spicy if you want and you can do it as NB if you don't wish to describe two dudes getting steamy lol. I really love your Viking Dabi BTW <3 you have smashed my two fav things together and I'm so here for it <3 <3
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A/N: again, I apologize for the delay in addressing your request. I hope you enjoy it ♥
KVITRAVN - MHA VIKING AU
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In the heart of a quaint Nordic village nestled between towering cliffs and the roaring sea, the elder warrior, revered as the head of the community, gazed solemnly upon the map spread across the wooden table. The threat of impending invasion loomed, casting a shadow upon the tranquil lives of the villagers. It was a time for alliances, and the head of the village knew there was only one place to turn – the formidable settlement under the banner of Endeavor.
The elder warrior, his demeanor reflecting the weight of his years and the countless battles he had faced, called upon his trusted envoy to embark on a perilous journey. Clad in furs and armed with a message of urgency, the envoy set forth towards the distant settlement of Endeavor.
The journey was treacherous, through dense forests and across unforgiving terrain, but the envoy pressed on with the fate of the village resting upon his shoulders. Finally reaching the formidable walls of the Endeavor settlement, the envoy requested an audience with its leader, known far and wide as a powerful and unyielding force.
Endeavor, the stern and resolute leader, listened attentively to the envoy's plea. The elder warrior's message, etched in ink on weathered parchment, detailed the impending danger that threatened both their lands. The alliance sought was not just a pact between villages but a union of strength against a common enemy.
To the elder warrior's joy and relief, Endeavor responded swiftly. The settlement acknowledged the plea for aid and pledged support in the face of adversity. However, Endeavor, burdened with responsibilities, couldn't personally lead the charge. Instead, to the elder warrior's surprise and gratitude, Endeavor's eldest son, Touya, a reflection of his father's fiery determination and strength, was dispatched to lead the reinforcements. Clad in armor adorned with the emblem of their settlement, the heir to Endeavor's legacy would stand shoulder to shoulder with the villagers in the impending battle.
As the envoy returned to the village with the news, hope blossomed within the elder warrior's heart.
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The clash of steel echoed through the fjord, mingling with the roars of warriors and the cries of seagulls circling overhead. Touya, the fiery Viking with his blue flames dancing along his sword, fought shoulder to shoulder with the seasoned elder warrior and his men. The battlefield, a chaotic tapestry of flashing blades and billowing smoke, witnessed a union of two powerful forces.
As the elder warrior and Touya strategically coordinated their attacks, the foe men found themselves overwhelmed by the relentless assault. The tide of battle turned in favor of the united front, and the invaders were gradually pushed back into the hill terrain surrounding the fjords. Touya's flames licked at the enemies, leaving trails of blue in their wake as they retreated.
The struggle reached its climax on the slopes of the hills overlooking the fjord. The elder warrior, with his tactical brilliance, and Touya, with the raw power of his blue-flames adorned sword, orchestrated a final push that shattered the resolve of the remaining foes. The enemy forces, now in disarray, were driven down the hills and forced to retreat across the fjord.
Victory resonated through the air as the elder warrior's men cheered, their spirits lifted by the triumphant collaboration with Touya. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow upon the battlefield strewn with fallen weapons and remnants of the conflict.
In the aftermath of the battle, as the echoes of clashing swords faded, Touya prepared to lead his men back to the settlement. However, the elder warrior approached, his weathered face reflecting a mix of gratitude and respect.
"Touya, son of Endeavor, your flames burned brightly today. Your strength and valor have proven invaluable in our fight," the elder warrior spoke, his voice a testament to the wisdom acquired through years of warfare.
Touya, wiping sweat and soot from his brow, nodded in acknowledgment. "I'm honored to have fought alongside you and your men, Y/N. Our victory is shared, and our alliance has proven formidable."
The elder warrior's gaze softened, and he gestured towards the hill terrain they had just reclaimed. "Before you return to your settlement, I ask you and your men to stay. Share in the spoils of victory, feast with us under the stars. Let our bond be strengthened not only in battle but also in celebration."
Touya, recognizing the sincerity in the elder warrior's request, turned to his men and conveyed the invitation.
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Under the starlit sky, the elder warrior's village came alive with the vibrant sounds of celebration. Long wooden tables stretched across the open space, laden with an abundant feast of roasted meats, hearty stews, and freshly baked bread. Torches flickered, casting a warm glow upon the revelry as the villagers and Touya's men gathered to partake in the joyous occasion.
Touya's men, still clad in the remnants of battle, joined the festivities with a hunger both for food and camaraderie. The air resonated with the clinking of drinking horns and the hearty laughter of warriors recounting tales of valor from the battlefield. Flames from a central bonfire danced in rhythm with the fervor of the celebration, casting shadows that intertwined with the merriment.
Seated alongside the elder warrior and his kin, Touya and his men indulged in the bountiful offerings. The elder warrior, with a twinkle in his eye, raised his own horn in a toast. "To victory and newfound alliances! Skål!" he exclaimed, prompting a chorus of cheers from both villages.
The feast unfolded as a symphony of flavors, with the aroma of roasted meats and the rich essence of spiced mead wafting through the air.
Touya, his usually composed demeanor slightly undone by the mead's embrace, found himself in a jovial conversation with the elder warrior. The feast had unfolded with merry abandon, and the drinking horns had passed freely among the celebrants. As the night wore on, both Touya and his host had indulged in a few cups too many, their laughter becoming louder and their steps more unsteady.
Amidst the chorus of laughter and music, Touya turned to his host with a lopsided grin, "Hey, old man," he chuckled, using the term with affection, "I think it's time for me to rest my weary bones. Show me where I can lay my head, would you?"
The elder warrior, his eyes twinkling with the mirth shared by all, nodded understandingly. "Aye, Endeavorson, my friend. I reckon it's time for a bit of rest. Follow me." Rising from the table with an amusing wobble, the elder warrior gestured for Touya to accompany him.
With steps that betrayed the effects of the mead, they navigated through the lively celebration, weaving between dancing villagers and swaying torchlight. Laughter followed in their wake as they made their way to one of the sturdy huts nestled within the village.
Pushing open the wooden door, the elder warrior ushered Touya inside. The interior was dimly lit by the flickering flame of a small hearth. The scent of burning wood mingled with the rustic aroma of furs and woven textiles. Touya, feeling the warmth and comfort of the space, couldn't help but appreciate the hospitality.
"Here you go, Touya. A place to rest your head," the elder warrior announced with a good-natured grin, indicating a simple but comfortable sleeping area.
Touya, his senses slightly dulled by the mead, chuckled in agreement. "Perfect, old man. I appreciate it." He swayed slightly as he flipped onto the furs, the softness of the makeshift bed a welcome contrast to the battlefield.
With a genial smile, the elder warrior approached Touya, "Touya, my friend, let me give you a hand with that armor. Looks like it's giving you a bit of trouble."
Touya, feeling the weight of his armor more keenly as the mead's effects lingered, gratefully nodded, "Yeah, it's more stubborn than it looks. I'd appreciate the help, Y/N."
The elder warrior chuckled and moved closer, his experienced hands deftly finding the fastenings on Touya's armor. The atmosphere in the hut was one of camaraderie and trust, born from the shared triumphs of the battlefield. As the elder warrior worked to free Touya from the armor's embrace, their exchange was marked by a sense of mutual respect.
"Battle can make these straps quite the challenge, especially after a good celebration," the elder warrior commented, his movements deliberate and efficient.
Touya, appreciating the assistance, replied with a smirk, "You're telling me. These things seem to develop a mind of their own after a fight."
With a final deft maneuver, the elder warrior loosened the last stubborn strap, and Touya felt the weight of his armor lift. He could now breathe freely, the cool air of the hut providing a stark contrast to the heated festivities outside. Touya remained entirely unperturbed by his lack of clothing.
The dim light of the hut accentuated the lines of Touya's physique, his young and well-toned body revealed as the armor was peeled away, crossed with many dark scars.
The elder warrior, a man of experience and keen observation, couldn't help but admire the strength and vitality emanating from Touya. His gaze lingered for a moment, appreciating the contours of a body sculpted by battles and fueled by the fires of youth. "You've got the build of a true warrior," the elder warrior remarked, his voice carrying a tone of admiration. "Firm and strong, like the oak trees that weather the storms of time."
Touya responded with a modest nod. "Thanks."
The elder warrior chuckled, his words carrying both sincerity and a touch of nostalgia. "Indeed, the vigor of youth is a force to be reckoned with. It's been a while since I've seen someone with such resilience on the battlefield."
"You don't look bad yourself, old man," he quipped with a playful smirk. "And those hands of yours? Strong as a bear's grip. I bet they've seen more battles than I have."
The elder warrior shared a chuckle with Touya. "These hands have weathered many storms, fought battles long before your flame lit this world. I've seen the changing tides of time, and yet, here we are, sharing the same triumphs under the same sky. Admirable. Warriors come and go, but the spirit of battle endures," the elder warrior continued, his words carrying the weight of years.
With a final nod, the elder warrior left Touya to his well-deserved rest. The bonds forged in battle were not only about shared victories but also about acknowledging the strength and prowess of those who stood beside you in the fray.
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artbyblastweave · 1 year
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There are a lot of ways in which Bonesaw seems to be in conversation with Harley Quinn. They’re both blonde, perky minions with an exaggerated affect and an affinity for black comedy, the girl-fridays to their respective society-dwelling chaotic-evil middle-aged masterminds. Both of them have sympathetic backstories in which they were brought to their current sorry state through deft and continual emotional abuse and/or torture. Both of them are painted as arguably more competent and creative than their respective bosses, and both of them ultimately receive redemptive arcs in which they rediscover their sense of personal agency and get out from under the thumb of their abuser. And neither of them has a valid license to practice medicine.
One thing I don’t see brought up a lot, though, is that Harley Quinn as she’s currently written and marketed is already subverting and deconstructing a character archetype- namely, that of Harley Quinn. She was originally introduced as a relatively flat and uncomplicated minion of The Joker, for a gendered sight gag they didn’t even go through with in the final cut of the episode. She verged on being a stock character. I’ve always parsed Mad Love, the comic/episode that fleshed out her backstory, as the writers subsequently sitting down and seriously considering the whole moll archetype; asking themselves how someone ends up the sidekick of someone like The Joker, and how dysfunctional that relationship would be behind closed doors. Harley Quinn is already thoroughly subverting Harley Quinn, to the extent that it’s now possible to go your whole life without consuming any Batman media that contains the original dynamic being subverted.
So what Bonesaw is doing is that she takes that subversion and cranks it up a notch. Bonesaw is a version of Harley Quinn who, in my opinion, is vastly more sympathetic than Harley herself, but she also (very reasonably!) gets handed much less of a pass by the narrative despite this.
Harley was a grown woman with a doctorate. Bonesaw was Six. Harley breached professional ethics by becoming involved with her patient. Bonesaw was Six. Harley (I think @zoobus brought this up recently and got me thinking about this) was, as the Joker’s doctor, and thus at least initially was the more powerful party in regards to the power imbalance. Bonesaw was six. 
But! Despite the fact that Bonesaw was six, and was dealt an unabashedly terrible hand, the redemption arc is significantly more uphill because she, you know, she did torture and murder scores and scores of people in the most horrifying ways possible! And at a certain point issues of culpability have to take a back-seat to questions like “Are we physically capable of stopping her if she changes her mind and starts doing this again?” Pound-for-Pound I’m pretty sure she’s much worse in terms of raw bodycount than Harley Quinn, regardless of how much choice they each had in the matter. No real way to elide that. No marketing-based impetus for the author to do so.
Her redemption arc doesn’t happen because people within the setting idealistically recognize her as an abused child who’s deserving of a second chance on principle; instead they get her in their custody, they need something from her, and extend her the courtesy of not killing her because that’s the only way to get what they need. They never trust her; they never will trust her, (I personally don’t feel like they’re under any obligation to ever trust her) and her readmission to society is so knifes-edge conditional that from her perspective it was only barely worth it to return to the fold. She is not happier for her decision. There’s no just-so story about how doing good makes everyone forgive you and become your friend, or at least become cautiously indifferent to you. This is, like, the most cynical, harsh and bitter redemption arc possible. And in spite of all this, there’s also a level on which Bonesaw is lucky, because her “redemption arc” is so mechanistic; so dependent on timing and circumstance, on people needing something from her instead of just killing her, on being young enough that “she never had a chance to be anything else” is an argument that lands with people despite being also reasonably true for a lot of adult supervillains who got fucked over as early and as hard as she did. 
This has been sitting in my drafts long enough that I don’t have a good sense of what the final takeaway should be, so I’ll just end with this- Bonesaw’s situation, as melancholy and cynical as it makes me feel, is definitely in line with one of the big recurring beats of the book- that regardless of questions of what one deserves, you get away with a lot if you have something to offer and if you play ball. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that Taylor’s visit to Sophia in prison comes right on the tail of the Bonesaw sequence; Shadow Stalker could have gotten better, if anyone had cared enough to put in the legwork, and probably could have done so with much less work than Bonesaw. But nobody entertained that idea, because at a certain point she stopped being worth it. And Taylor, who probably did do a lot more harm to a lot more people just because she was running free for longer, gets a seat at the table because she made herself useful, and a charitable assessment from the fandom because we live in her head. And after a sufficiently long bout of fruitless plate-spinning and sin-weighing, kindness and mercy and the extension of second chances inevitably come out in the wash, as a knot-cutting measure if nothing else.
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Percy and Frank
Okay. Rereading SON and like, why does rr feel the need to compare Frank and Percy's powers so much. It's freaking annoying. And why does rr need to write every single character with these complex ass powers that are way off the charts. I also don't know why Frank needed to be a descendent of Poseidon. Literally adds nothing, except to make Percy less special. Ugh.
But let me just say this.
With Percy, there's no ancestors, no full-family circles, no metaphors or curses. There's no complex ring of influence giving him power. He's not a random hodgepodge of demigod powers thrown into one character. (sorry Frank)
The man is half sea god. His powers are raw and untouched, elemental and primal. One gut-wrenching yell and the whole ocean lifts up, ready to do his bidding. He is pure and simple: a son of the ocean. His domain is amongst the eldest gods and the most chaotic forces.
He doesn't have to draw his powers from his father. He doesn't need a burned stick or an ancient family line. He is his own source of power, his own godliness. His body is the source. Percy is a god or a monster-- and controlled by neither.
So this is me signing on to officially let out some feelings I had reading the son of neptune. And I like Frank. But Percy is still on a way different level-- a level that rr was perfectly willing to let go in HOH after building it so beautifully in PJO.
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GOT MARRIED - YOO JIMIN; KARINA
2, Uncooked Sunnyside
Approx. words count: 2108 words
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There are still a few days before We Got Married is filmed. Giselle and Winter had became friends with Jang Y/N behind Karina's back.
At first, they kept it hidden, and the two even invited Y/N to visit them at their dorm.
Obviously for the show.
Becoming friends with the leader of Aespa was a struggle for Y/N.
Everyone woke up at some point around nine in the morning. They had their shower and were getting ready for breakfast.
Y/N was driven to Aespa's dorm by her staff, and she was text messaging with Giselle about how thrilled she is.
She arrived there and was instructed by Giselle to ascend to a specific floor.
While in Aespa's dorm...
Karina cracked an egg into the frying pan, which had not yet been heated. While, Ningning sat on the chair, wide-eyed, as the girls prepared their breakfast.
Poor maknae had only just awoken. Certainly loading her system, eh?
She went over to the refrigerator to get what she needed for her breakfast.
Winter was holding her phone, presumably watching YouTube while sipping her coffee.
Giselle, our girl, is continuously typing on her phone.
The leader groaned, "Urgh!" and everyone turned to face her.
She received the enquiring look.
"I was supposed to crack the egg in the bowl," she told them all, an unhappy smile on her fresh morning face.
Winter sighed and rolled her eyes. "Pour it into a bowl, unnie," the vocalist suggested, a faint smile on his face.
Ningning appeared to have finished loading up her system because she now had a brighter appearance.
The maknae opened the fridge in search of anything else to eat. While Karina poured the egg from the pan into a bowl.
She thought to herself as she looked at the egg, "Omelette or no omelette?" she pondered.
Their favourite music is being played loudly by Winter on her iPhone.
Red Flavor by Red Velvet.
Giselle simply mumbled to it, swaying a bit, while the rest of them danced and sang along.
Giselle was informed by Y/N that she was now at the door and she stood up silently, but before heading to the door, she gave Winter a signal regarding Y/N's arrival at their place.
The rapper unlocked the door, which revealed her senior idol friend, who was only a few months old.
Although there isn't a huge age difference. Y/N, on the other hand, was the same age as Karina and Giselle.
Karina is a few months older than them both.
Perhaps this was one of the factors in their quick friendship.
"Yo bro!" Giselle grinned and quickly returned to her old ABG demeanour.
"Ssup girl!" Y/N fist bumped the girl, who reciprocated the ABG demeanour.
"Please come in!" She invited Y/N and welcomed her with a pat on the shoulder.
Meanwhile in the kitchen, Karina poured the egg back into the pan and decided to make a sunny side up egg.
She put another one in.
I'm referring to the eggs.
However, Y/N's first instinct was to approach Karina directly.
That's too bad.
Karina was dancing while toting the cooking pan while listening to Red Flavor, with Ningning's small antics and powerful vocals joining her.
Y/N approached her, she shouted, "Hey-" in greeting.
When Karina fell down while carrying the pan, everything slowed down.
She was unaware that Y/N was in their house, so when she heard the girl calling out to her, she hopped out of her skin.
Everyone was witnessing the unbelievable tragedy as the uncooked eggs came flying out of the pan.
Giselle was attempting to dash to them in slow motion as Winter's jaw dropped.
Ningning with her trademark memeable expression and broadening eyes.
It's slow motion. I'll remind you.
Karina was clutching the pan and covered her mouth with one hand.
Slow motion.
When she saw the raw eggs that would soon fall on her face, Y/N's eyes widened as well.
Everything returned to normal as their reactions occurred at breakneck speed, and the eggs eventually fell on Y/N's face.
A visit to Aespa's dorm turned chaotic, especially with a flying breakfast.
Fortunately, it hasn't yet been swimming in the pan, just a couple of eggs chilling inside the metal pan.
When the tragedy occurred, Y/N's face was still fixed on the ceiling and she had egg on her face, hair, and clothes.
Gi said, "Your breakfast is Y/N," out of the blue.
Although that sounds a little strange, it is the typical Giselle.
"Straight from a movie" Ningning whispered loud enough.
There was a lengthy period of silence in the dorm, but you could hear the ceiling fan cheerfully spinning.
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While she waited for the girls to bring her something to change into, Y/N was zoning out on their couch.
She had just finished washing her face and hair as Giselle and Ningning searched for shirts for the idol to wear.
Which took a while because the two seemed to be debating what she ought to wear.
When Karina approached, Y/N looked up and grinned.
"Tell me," Karina began, pointing a spoon in Y/N's direction.
The girl then took a slight step back and asked, "Tell you what, Yoo Jimin?" with a raised brow.
She sighed and rolled her eyes. "What are you doing here and shiting my breakfast?" At the end, her voice was slightly raised.
The Aespa main dancer grumbled about her flying breakfast, which flew right into Y/N's face.
Y/N raises her gaze to the opposite girl. "A friendly visit and breakfast was your fault!" the vocalist clarified.
Yoo Jimin scoffed, "Haa, yes yes," and refused to elaborate further.
She sat on the arm of the couch next to Y/N, her gaze fixed on the ceiling while Y/N's was drawn to the girl's figure.
Y/N poked the girl's thigh randomly, and Karina looked at her with a puzzled expression.
"Why?" a little voice popped forth.
The future 'wife' smirked, "Nothing, you're an interesting woman," Y/N said honestly.
Karina was flabbergasted by the unexpected compliment from the woman she hardly knows and interacts with.
She inhaled and cleared her throat. "Well, whatever you say," she mumbled in response.
Her gaze darted elsewhere, trying to keep her cool lest she break character; making an effort to maintain her composure.
Giselle came out of the room and said, "Hey, this is a hoodie for you," handing the girl a grey hoodie.
When the leader yanked the hoodie out of Giselle's hands, she said, "This is mine!" as she studied over the details.
"Oops!" Giselle grabbed Y/N by the arm as she grabbed the hoodie back from the leader.
Karina was completely astounded by what Giselle had done and remained still.
She handed the hoodie over to Y/N. "This is good for us, believe me!" she exclaimed to her leader.
Giselle pushed Y/N into her room and shut the door. "Lock it, my friend!" she yelled mildly.
Karina faced Giselle with her arms folded. "Why?" she inquired out of pure curiosity, her eyes wide.
Giselle swiftly put her arm around the girl's shoulder, saying, "Me and the girls decided it'd be nice for her to wear your hoodie" she tried to convince the leader.
The older girl's face has been scrunched up. "For starters, it's for each other's clout," says another.
Winter approached them. "It's also a good reason to be really close," she added to the reasoning.
Ningning also entered, saying, "But WGM was ended because they toyed with idols' feelings" she left a convincing justification for why WGM was cancelled.
The moment Y/N unlocked the door, all the girls' eyes turned to her.
Ningning greeted her new friend with a "Hello" and a toothless smile.
Karina was also fixated on Y/N, and she gets a wonderful feeling in her chest when she sees Y/N dressed in her hoodie.
Due to the panic and a brief sense of fulfillment, she turned her attention away from Y/N'a appearance.
Giselle and Winter walked to Y/N together, presenting Y/N in Karina's hoodie.
"Tadaa! This is Y/N!" Winter declared this in English.
"Take a picture!" Ningning exclaimed as she pushed Karina to stand next to the idol.
As the other girls moved away, the maknae took out her phone to see how the photo turned out.
"Smile unnie!" Winter cutely pouted.
She found the maknae line's charm impossible to resist.
She sighed, moved in closer proximity to Y/N, and struck a pose.
Y/N gave the camera a thumbs up as the girl posed with a peace sign over Y/N's head.
Therefore, the year's awkwardest selfie.
It's kind of amusing that the girls are aware of the awkwardness between the two of them but still proceed with the photo.
"YES!" exclaimed those three as they performed small jumps.
Ningning then sent the picture to their group chat so that everyone could see it.
Y/N sighed and grinned as she watched their antics. She said, "Well," with a sigh.
Winter approached Y/N and grabbed the young woman by the arm, inviting her to join them for breakfast.
In a baby voice, she said that.
For the sake of the show, they all invited their sister-in-law or something similar to have some meals.
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In the kitchen...
Karina was devouring the Sunnyside eggs together with her kimchi fried rice, but her mouth would drop after each bite.
It dropped from the shock, actually.
Both shock that Y/N offered to assist in making their breakfast and shock that it tastes delicious.
Y/N was standing to set the plates of cooked meals on the table.
Jimin didn't say a word as she sat on the chair with her spoon up and only stared at Jang Y/N.
"Can you remind me why you're here again?"
Karina's first question was in response to tasting Y/N's food.
Her gaze was drawn to Karina. "To get to know you, bonding," she responded, clearing her throat and as she sat down next to her.
Giselle sat down after setting the bowl on the table, "Relax, bestie" she assured calmly in English.
Ningning enthusiastically nodded, "So true!" she agreed with Giselle and gave Karina a thumbs up.
Winter was the second person to respond, but she did so with her mouth full and wanted to speak as well.
She gulped her food. "At least it won't be stupidly awkward in the show later, like the photo," mentioned the recently taken awkward photo.
After the sarcastic remark, the pair felt a little embarrassed.
Karina exhaled a long sigh and nodded appropriately.
It's true what the girls said—a person's initial impression is crucial.
"I'm going to leave after the meal" Y/N said, clearing her throat.
After the meal, they all cleaned the table with Giselle and Ningning offering to handle the dishes.
In addition, Giselle instructed Karina to lead Y/N out of their dorm.
Karina didn't raise many objections because she was attempting to maintain control of the situation and was gradually coming to terms with the nature of this TV show.
They entered the elevator together. "Were you offended that night?" the Aespa leader thought back to the evening Y/N had left her on read.
She glanced at Karina for a split second and grinned at her.
"Nah," she shook her head in response.
Karina scrunched her forehead. "What do you mean?" she questioned inquisitively.
The person on the other side sneered, "Nothing, I just wanted to do that" which she admitted.
She said, "Be my playmate Karina, I enjoy tormenting people and I just found the right one for me to play along with" a dangerously teasing smirk grew.
She groaned sternly. "What exactly does it mean?!" she pondered gravely.
As the door opened, the elevator descended, and the couple exited to stand next to the receptionist.
Karina was confronted by Y/N. "Anything but bad, don't worry" the girl reassured the older woman.
Karina's eyes are filled with wonder. "Text me about it tonight" she demanded.
"See you, wife!" Y/N said softly as she began to walk away.
Karina cringed a little at the name, her face changing at the sound of it as the girl flirted a tiny bit.
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