#renee of guise

[coldresolve]

fun facts about the torture in moneymakers while were at it. spoilers if you're not caught up

the torture is not done in any attempt to gather reliable intel, induce compliance or as a punishment to deter unwanted behavior, none of which are things that torture can do. instead it is perpetrated for the sadistic gratification of the torturer, and for a profit incentive

except for that one time in pt34 when it was done to induce fear and make conrad's escape physically impossible, under the guise of teaching him a lesson. davin knew what he was doing

conrad complying with demands is always, always under duress. i wouldn't call that obedience, personally

you'll notice that conrad's fear of renee has turned into contempt and disgust, a subtle nod to the fact that torture victims dont typically build a whole lot of positive associations with their torturers

conrad gets more resistant over time, not less. but im sure thats just because he hasn't been beaten into submission yet

davin talks pretty openly about exploiting the media as a way to get attention in that one scene. not only a comment about the media's sensationalism of torture/violence, but also a hint to the fact that it can be exploited lol

theres not a whole lot of talk about sophisticated torture, in fact i think i even wrote a thing where renee admits that it doesnt require a whole lot of finesse to hit people. or maybe im just misremembering. its supposed to be in there tho

speaking of renee, i dont know if you noticed, but he isnt doing so well. could this have something to do with his actions? the world may never know

that part where renee thinks about the way we culturally view perpetrators... he comes to the wrong conclusion and you as a reader are not only expected to realize that on your own, but also think about what thought processes led him to be wrong. but also ive been throwing around ideas as to how i might add another perspective about it in the future so theres that

i have a whole tirade about the concept of being 'broken' coming up. spoilers ig

davin is doing just fine. davin is a machiavellian. davin, get this, also acts as an argument to the fact that the insidious parts of torture aren't in the people who act it out, but in the people who facilitate it. the people who act it out just tend to be useful idiots. sorry for the diss renee ily

anyway yeah so. that whole thing about davin building a strenuous trust with conrad in the beginning by seeming like the lesser of two evils was intentional

something about that darn profit incentive might be meaningful to the theme here but alas this falls beyond the comprehension of my feeble mind (aka spoilers lmao)

#other #this is the kind of shit that happens in your brain when you spend 9 months sanding solid oak drawers for 50 different kitchens #just you and your music. and all those thoughts you have about torture fsr

[zenobianeil]

Celebrating Pride month with the Greek gods.

My favorite Olympian goddess to write about, She of the Silver Bow, Mistress of Wild Things, Artemis (or Diana as the Romans called her).

An eternal maiden (which does not mean not sexually active,) Artemis made her father Zeus swear that she would never have to marry. She preferred nature to Olympus and was happiest hunting and spending time with her nymphs/maidens/huntress friends.

One of my favorite stories about Artemis is her relationship with Callisto. Like many myths, everything was fine until Zeus saw Callisto and wanted her for himself. He transformed to look like Artemis and had sex with Calisto.

When Artemis found out Callisto was pregnant, she transformed her into a bear. Later, Callisto's grown son Arcas saw his mother/bear and not knowing who she was, he was about to shoot her. Zeus transformed mother and son into constellations of the big and little bear.

Paintings: Diana and Callisto, by Titian

Diane et Callisto, Nicholas-Rene Jollanin

The Nymph Callisto Seduced by Jupiter in the Guise of Diana, by François Boucher

#greek mythology #greek myth art #artemis goddess #sapphic love #sapphic art #queer artwork #lgbtq #pride month 2023

[scotianostra]

22nd February 1540 saw Marie de Guise crowned Queen Consort of Scotland at Holyrood Abbey in Edinburgh.

James V’s first French bride, Madeleine of Valois, died in the summer of 1537. James had travelled to France to meet his first bride Madeleine but also had the opportunity to meet Mary of Guise. It was reported that Mary of Guise was second in his affections.

Mary avoided the marriage to James’s maternal uncle Henry VIII and went on in May 1538 to marry James by proxy in Paris, and later married him in person after her arrival in Scotland. Mary brought with her a dowry given by Francis I of France, father of James V’s first bride, and it was large enough to be of the same value as a French princess.

Of Mary of Guise, Margaret Tudor, the King’s mother, wrote to her brother Henry VIII, “I trust she will prove a wise Princess. I have been much in her company, and she bears herself very honourably to me, with very good entertaining.” Mary lefte behind her three-year-old son, who was now the Duke of Longueville, the half brother of the future Mary Queen of Scots, in the care of her mother, Antoinette de Bourbon

Mary’s coronation happened on this day 1540. She was pregnant at the time with her first son by King James.

A new crown was made for the occasion, which was set to take place in Holyrood Abbey. Ladies were summoned from all over Scotland to attend. The abbey was hung with tapestries, and items moved for the occasion from the Holyrood Palace chapel to Holyrood Abbey. A thirty-gun salute marked the occasion, and fireworks were lit at the other end of the Royal Mile up the hill at Edinburgh Castle. Mary used a gilded sceptre for the coronation, too.

Mary had a second son in 1541 with James V, and tragically, both of her sons died on the 21st April 1541, the elder boy being not quite a year and the younger being only a few days old.

Mary of Guise was Queen Consort of Scotland for less than five years before her husband died after the Battle of Solway Moss. This famously left the couple’s six-day-old daughter, Mary, as Queen of Scots. Mary of Guise had the Queen of Scots smuggled out of Scotland and to France when the child was about five years old.

Mary of Guise served as regent for her daughter from 1554 until 1560, while the Queen of Scots was being raised at the French court,

She passed away in 1560 and her body was returned to France and given to her sister Renee, abbess of the the church of Saint-Pierre-les-Dames, Reims, where she was interred in July 1561. A marble tomb was erected with a bronze statue of Mary, in royal robes, holding a sceptre and the rod of justice in one hand.

The tomb was destroyed during the French revolution.

#scotland #scottish #history #french #france #queen #consort #the Stewarts #coronation #Edinburgh

[lillaurenp96]

Yeah I'm done, I am leaving the CxH fandom cause I can't bear to see ya'll be mean to these girls. They really just be living their life's. Call me sensitive, oh well lol. We get it y'all hate Chloe and Halle. Y'all really act like these girls killed your loved ones because of them not living their lives or making music the way YOU want them to. Even though y'all never messed with them before UH. Constantly made fun of them before that era for their music being to complex or too "white". Even though if Billie made those songs you would eat it up. The people who claim they want the duo back together because they miss UH, an album that came out 4 years ago and isn't even gold still, were the same ones who said they need to go solo. Now the people who genuinely want the duo back but are doing everything to try to humble Chloe whenever she gets praised for anything are the worst of the worst. They constantly have to remind her that she is never good enough while @ her name. I admit that Halle being with DVD doesn't help with the Internet being the Internet. But I do think that it is pretty funny that it didn't take y'all long to shit on her as soon as you got the chance too. Y'all enjoy using these girls as punching bags under the guise of saying "still love you tho." Bitch please, y'all just enjoy being nasty and the fact that all of this comes from black women is sickening. I just need y'all to admit that you never messed with Chloe or Halle just liked them because of whatever pedestal you put them on of how these two black girls should act. Chloe and Halle weren't EVER mainstream artists and they were okay with that they had their fanbase who showed out and support them during tours. They just love putting out their art. It's okay if you never liked their music, so stop making all these thinkpieces on why they aren't bigger or talking about their sales or how they should be lucky their label doesn't drop them. Cause y'all don't have this energy for Tinashe, Tori Kelly, Renee Rapp, Willow Smith. But only those two girls, right? Part of me thinks that ya'll, especially Stan's of other artists, are afraid that if they blow up the world will see what exceptional talents they are and it will make them question your favorite artists talent. I'm sorry Chloe and Halle.

#chloe x halle #chloe bailey #halle bailey

[p21-adrift]

Assign a choreographer to each of these dancers they havent had a solo with:

Gracyn

Kendyl

Isabella

Diana

Regan

Avery Reyes

Nyla

Sara

Rylee

ooooh this is so fun!

gracyn: ashley gonzales

kendyl: talia favia

isabella: easton payne

diana: kelley guise

regan: erica grabowski

avery: molly long

nyla: mollee gray

sara: black mcgrath

rylee: renee baldwin

#this took so long lol

[zip-toonz]

Didn't get to answer this last night before heading to bed so I'm answering it now ( @agentchimendez )

I kind of do, In the sense that I have some plans. I think I've covered most of what I have on Renee. But I can talk more about how she does end up getting better. Having the worlds slowest redemption arc. Not because she's still convinced she was in the right after team plasma is dissolved. Because once she's left to reflect she realizes how naïve she was to ignore all the red flags. But rather because Trevor is so livid and upset with her, He refuses to take her apology the first dozen times until she's given him enough reason to believe her.

I like and enjoy exploring complex characters and character dynamics. Renee is not at her core an evil and irredeemable person, rather she was manipulated and exploited under the guise of bettering the lives of Pokémon and ended up being too caught up in what she grew accustom with to care when the plans turned to world domination. Which is to say she had gotten comfortable and it became harder and harder as time went on to snap out of trance the praise she received for her work in team plasma got her. Being feed "you're important to the cause" and "we cant do it without you" after coming from a field where she was regularly undermined was captivating and felt nice. Renee was never stupid just vulnerable. She was a newbie in her field as a researcher. Sycamore being the one person to give her a genuine shot to show what she was capable. And that's what team plasma targeted.

While eventually Trevor does forgive her. I don't want his forgiveness to come easy. She abandoned him for what he considers a cult and she didn't seem too bothered with that the first time they met after years of not knowing her were abouts. All because she was so desensitized to the harm the group was doing. She had brushed off his feelings as irrational because after years of doing 'the right thing' even if it meant stealing, lying, or harming innocent people she lost her ability to empathize with him in the moment. In that moment he was just another detractor trying to stop them because they simply don't understand the good they're doing. Despite the fact the goal was now just to take over Unova. And that's exactly how they wanted it to be. Slowly building her tolerance to commit crimes and enact violence until it was just the norm for her even if it meant hurting her own child.

He is justified for being reluctant to trust someone who chose a busted cause over him and his sister. But he has the hind sight of knowing team plasma is/was a villain organization. Renee on the other hand did not. When they approached her all those years ago they made it out as a newly formed Research organization intent on studying the effect captivity has on Pokémon to draw her in. Then slowly disabling her alarm bells until she no longer had any to go off. She was smart and better yet she wasn't from the Region so who was going to come looking for her once they pulled her in. Trevor is still however fully justified in not accepting her apologies. Words don't mean a whole lot when they come from the woman who sent his whole friend group into a fit in seconds.

But she does want to try. She knows the damage she caused will always be there. She hurt her kids seeking validation from a group who only cared about exploiting her. She knows she'll never get to experience a lot of firsts with her kids. Especially Trevor as the younger sibling. But even then its still not about what she missed out on but rather what her leaving caused her children to miss. Trevor had to take his older sister to school events as a stand in for her. Endure being picked on for not having parents that were around. Dodge questions from adults because talking about it was uncomfortable. She did that to him.

You asked about the dad so lets talk about Jules, their father. He went with her to Unova because he was born there and knew his way around. The trip was meant to be short with Sycamore volunteering to watch the kids in their absence. He never expected they wouldn't come back.

He and his family moved to Kalos when he was about the age of most protagonists are (10-13 ish) and met Renee in school. They hit it off right away with Renee being (like Trevor is now) a straight A student with a passion for Pokémon and a dream to become a proper professor one day. While he wanted to follow in his mothers footsteps and become a renown trainer. They were friends for a long time before they ended up dating. As he got older he found himself more passionate about protecting Pokémon and became a Ranger.

When Renee got into the research field and started working with Sycamore the fairly new professor who was in walking distance from their home he was elated for her. He came to really trust Sycamore considering him a family friend and even pitching in with his work since he was around Pokémon all day anyway. So when sycamore asked her to go to Unova for a bit to do some field research Jules went with her after being assured Augustine didn't mind keeping an eye on their kids. He trusted him and wanted to help Renee find her way around. What he didn't expect was not being able to trust Renee.

When Renee started pushing back the trip home he excused it for the first week or two. She had made some research buddies in the region and he understood that she was excited. But as a few weeks turned into months he grew ever more suspicious of her as she kept making excuses as to why she needed to stay longer. Eventually he started to assume there was something up with her friends and red flags were raised. About a year into this trip he started to confront her and later them. He didn't want to doubt her judgement but it was getting to the point where they hadn't seen their kids in over a year. Her friends were shady. She was doing things behind his back. And kept pushing to stay longer.

He brought up multiple times that he thought something was wrong with them. "I think they're using you", "I think you're being manipulated", "Renee there's something wrong about this". With Renee brushing him off as being either Jealous or him trying to make it out like she was stupid. He didn't want to leave without her and yet he couldn't get through to her because her researcher friends had planted these ideas into her head whenever she lamented about his concerns or started to question them herself. He was growing ever paranoid that something bad was going to happen to him or worse Renee. And they wanted him gone before he broke through to her.

As it stands its undecided how they tried to get rid of him. But it is decided he's alive/Survived whatever they attempted. (I won't kill Trevor's dad). Everyones welcome to pitch ideas. Its also undecided who makes it back to Kalos first.

#toonie talks #Zverse #Renee #Jules

[justforbooks]

In 1962, Brendon Grimshaw did something many of us only dream of: He bought a tropical island. Moyenne Island lays 4.5km off the north coast of Mahé, the largest of  the 115-island Seychelle archipelago. Uninhabited, overgrown, and with legends of pirate treasure, Grimshaw fell in love with the tiny island the moment he set foot on it. It is just 400m long by 300m wide.

Originally from the UK, Grimshaw was working as a newspaper editor in Kenya. Tanzania had just declared independence and Kenya was about to follow. He figured that his job would pass to someone local. At 37, he began considering what to do next. He wanted a life closer to nature and dreamed of owning land in the Seychelles.

Under the guise of a holiday, Grimshaw went to Seychelles to see if there was any way his dream could become reality. After a few weeks, he started to wonder if he had to rethink his plans. Even in the early 1960s, the prices of the few islands for sale were not for the faint of wallet.

Then just before he left for home, a young man in the street providentially asked if he was interested in buying an island. Later that day, they visited Moyenne Island. “It was totally different,” he said many years later. “It was a special feeling. This is the place I’d been looking for.”

So for about $10,000, Moyenne Island became his. If he thought buying an island was difficult, it was nothing compared with what came next.

Moyenne Island harbored a tiny rainforest so dense that falling coconuts didn’t hit the ground. it was impossible to walk across. The island had suffered from neglect. Weeds choked the native plants, and rats scampering through the undergrowth were about the only wildlife.

Grimshaw enlisted the help of a local man, Rene Antoine Lafortune. Together, in a lifelong project, the pair set out to restore the island to be what Seychelles had been before tourism and development. They cut paths through the forest, cleared scrub, and began to plant native trees and plants. Planting became an obsession. Today, Moyenne has over 16,000 trees.

Grimshaw then turned to the next problem: the lack of native fauna. There were no birds, so he brought 10 over from a neighboring island, to which they swiftly flew back. He did the same thing again and thought he got the same result. But then a few birds returned.

Grimshaw and Lafortune began feeding those first avian residents. Slowly, more settled on the island. As the new trees grew and produced fruit, more birds came. Now 2,000 birds live on this little slice of paradise.

Grimshaw introduced one more animal to his island, the giant Aldabra tortoise. After transporting a number of tortoises to the island, he painstakingly cared for them. The species is native to Seychelles but had become locally extinct on many of the islands.

A poster boy for conservationists, Grimshaw painted numbers on their shells so that he could identify them. He then set up a breeding program.

“The babies are kept in my bedroom,” he told the Financial Times in 2008. “If you let them go, you’ll never see them again.”

For these efforts, he was once aptly described as “the reptilian version of a cat lady”. Moyenne Island now has approximately 50 tortoises.

Grimshaw moved to the island permanently in 1972. Over time, he had water, electricity, and a phone line set up. Many thought that this was the start of the island becoming yet another tourist destination.

But that underestimated Grimshaw. He never wanted his island to become a resort. He wanted it to turn it into a nature preserve. Before his death in 2012, he turned down multiple offers to buy the island. Once, a Saudi prince reportedly offered him $50 million for it.

Grimshaw lived on the island for the rest of his life, but he was not always alone. When his mother died in 1981, he invited his father to come and live with him. He was both thrilled and surprised when his 88-year-old dad agreed.

“We had a wonderful time together and became the best of friends,” Grimshaw said. His father died five years later and was buried on the island, next to the grave that Grimshaw had already dug for himself.

Even after his father passed away, Grimshaw was not alone. Lafortune also stayed on the island. He brought a few stray dogs back to the island, and they allowed day-trippers to visit from Mahé for a small fee. With no jetty, visitors had to wade onto the island’s white sands, where Grimshaw met them. In 2010, a film crew also visited the island to make a documentary, below, about Grimshaw and the work he had done.

In 2007, Lafortune passed away. Grimshaw, now 81, knew that he too had limited time left. Unmarried and with no children, he had no one to take on the custodianship of the island. He set up a perpetual trust and signed an agreement with Seychelles’ Ministry of Environment. His island became Moyenne Island National Park, the world’s smallest national park.

When Grimshaw died in 2012, he was buried next to his father. As requested, his tombstone reads, “Moyenne taught him to open his eyes to the beauty around him and say thank you to God.”

Daily inspiration. Discover more photos at http://justforbooks.tumblr.com

#JUST FOR BOOKS #Brendon Grimshaw #Moyenne Island #in memoriam

[solreznik]

Starter for: @reneebrxndxnndxn Location: Clinic

The festivities hadn't officially started, but Redwood was well on its way to buzzing. He was done packing--had powered through it under the guise of giving himself the night off. But the truth was that Ginny had her shit together and Sol felt the need to keep up.

She'd also sent him on a last-minute task: acquire a first-aid kit from the clinic.

He wasn't entirely convinced that the clinic actually had first aid kits prepped and ready to take. Redwood was communal, sure, but the folks who spent a lot of time outside the walls--raiders and hunters and the like--sorted their own triage supplies.

But he decided not to put up a fuss. Ginny had more important things to do, had someone she needed to spend as much time with as possible before taking off. He could run the errand.

He was lucky enough that he'd never had much cause to spend time in the clinic. There was the quick medical eval for newcomers to check for any non-zombie-related issues. And he'd swung by once when a bee sting swelled up half his face so bad he thought he was gonna need one of them epi-pens. (False alarm, really potent bee.) Otherwise, he'd patched up his own self when needed.

He sat on the stretcher that doubled for an exam bed while he waited for Renee to piece together something that might fit Ginny's request. To distract himself from the restless feeling coiling up over sitting still, he called out.

"Hey doc, while I'm here, you mind taking a look at something for me?"

#with: Renee #event:001

[cityofdreamsrp]

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hi guises it’s me again ! i’m coming back again after a bit of time away from rp and honestly ????? i fuckin’ missed all of you amazing people. i’m so sorry i let things slip and that i left last time. i’m defo gonna try to make it stick this time. my new job might leave me tired most days but at least it allows for a little bit more flexibility ;-;

#hollywood rp #celebrity rp #celeb rp #fame rp #famous rp #hollywood rpg #celebrity rpg #plotless rp #accepted #submission #renee rapp

[thosemintcookies]

I'm sorry I did see a post that was like why do bisexies wanna claim Rene from disco elysium he's a fascist. Like bro this is the cop media the main guys are cops the guys everyone loves are literally cops do you think the cops are good queer representation too. The point is no one has clean hands and even the kids are headed towards being fucked up this isn't a game about representation it's a game about failure and tragedy and hope and flawed ideology in the guise of progress. Let the old guy be repressed queer and let him be in love with his equally old friend he plays balls with

[cherryusa]

Everyone say hello to the Mannequin! And count the minutes until we say goodbye - or RIP! 

THE MANNEQUIN:

ELAINE ARCHER RENEE RAPP, PLAYED BY B, 23, EST

“SO, HOW WELL DID YOU KNOW LUX LEWIS? AND, LIKE, BE TOTALLY HONEST… ARE YOU GLAD SHE’S GONE?”

Elaine knew Lux far better than she’d care to admit, probably better than anyone else in town if she had to guess. It’d always felt like they were the most honest with each other under the cover of night, pressed together in the back of Lux’s car or one of their bedrooms with the door tightly locked under the guise of a sleepover, whispering things in the dark never to be mentioned again in the daylight. No one knew those things, of course. As far as everyone else was concerned they were connected only through Harvey and had gone their separate ways just as the Prince and Princess of Cherry Proper had.

She’d cared for Lux, maybe she’d even loved her- she couldn’t be sure. But she loved her reputation more and things with Lux just didn’t fit into her parents’ picture-perfect world. Elaine couldn’t sever the tie between herself and her family, not when she had no idea who she was without their connections and prestige. She’d given herself six years to figure it all out between Undergraduate and Graduate school before Lux had went and... well, she didn’t like to think about that either. So as much as she missed her, as much as she felt a stabbing pain in her heart that she could only assume was grief whenever her name came up, a part of her was relieved that all of those secrets had died with her. Maybe Harvey had seen them kiss and maybe the Candygirl had some sort of idea that they’d been together, but would figure out away around those things somehow. Lux Lewis never would have been stopped or outsmarted, not even by Elaine.

“Not super well, if I’m honest. We ran in the same circle, but we never particularly hit it off,” she shrugs, “Of course I’m not glad she’s gone. It’s always sad when someone dies, especially so young. What kind of fucked up question is that?”

“WOULD YOU, LIKE, CALL YOURSELF POPULAR? BECAUSE YOU KNOW, CHERRY CAN BE A TOTAL POPULARITY CONTEST SOMETIMES.”

“I don’t know, Clarissa. Would you call the Prom Queen, (Co-, tiny detail!) Captain of the Cheer squad, and six time Little Miss Cherry winner popular?” Her popularity was a badge of honor that she’d always worn proudly, flaunting it every time she had the chance. It wasn’t something that had come naturally to her, but it had been taught to her just as hard as the bible. While other little girls were playing with Barbies and kitchen sets, Elaine was learning dining etiquette, complicated ballet routines, and how to step on everyone that was in your way to get to the top. She was raised to be the best and goddammit, she was the best, and she wasn’t ashamed of that. “Hm? You tell me.”

“ARE YOU EVER SCARED OF LIVING HERE?”

Elaine had pretty much always been scared of living in Cherry, for completely different reasons than the obvious ones that were now laid out in front of all of them. For as long as she could remember she’d felt trapped here, doomed to be the girl her parents’ had dreamt of and not the one she really was. She used to have dreams that the stupid street statues were holding her down while her mother sewed a smile onto her face... totally weird and something she’d never admit, not even to her non-existent diary. Now, she was scared for a whole new list of reasons, starting with the hit that seemed to be placed on blonde heads and ending with the psychopath who was blackmailing her to stay. “At this point, I think people who say they aren’t scared of living here are lying or insane,” she scoffs, “We’ve had several murders this year alone and a total weirdo running around threatening to spill everyone’s secrets. I’d say I’m a healthy amount of frightened. Wouldn’t you?”

#town rp #small town rp #oc rp #established rp #paranormal rp #dark rp #everyone pretend this isn't grace atkinson #she's elaine now #we only know elaine

[spoilertv]

#SpoilerTV

[scotianostra]

Marie Of Lorraine, also called Mary Of Guise/ Marie De Lorraine, or De Guise was born on November. 22nd, 1515 at Bar-le-Duc, Lorraine, France.

The daughter of Claude of Lorraine, Duc de Guise and Antoinette of Bourbon, Marie first married Louis D'Orleans, duc de Longueville in 1534, by whom she had two sons. After the duc's death in 1537, she was pursued for marriage by Henry VIII and James V, allegedly refusing Henry VIII's proposal by saying "I fear my neck is too small." 

She wed James V of Scotland by proxy in Paris in May of 1538, and in person at St. Andrews on June 12th of that year. Their two sons, James and Arthur, died within weeks of one another in 1541. The king died in December of 1542, a week after the birth of their daughter and heir to the throne, Mary, Queen of Scots. 

Mary of Guise replaced the ineffectual James Hamilton, Earl of Aran as regent in 1554, and arranged for the marriage of her daughter to the French dauphin. A Roman Catholic, she pursued pro-French policies, which embroiled her in civil war with the protestant Scottish nobles. 

She was deposed on religious grounds in 1559. Suffering from dropsy, Mary died at Edinburgh Castle at the age of just 44. Her body was returned to France and given to her sister Renee, abbess of the Convent  of the  Abbaye Saint-Pierre-les-Dames  which  was completely destroyed during the French Revolution.

#Scotland #France #frec #queen consort #mary queen of scots #history

[xinnosinn]

꒦꒷♡ Experimental Orientation ♡꒷꒦

SYNOPSIS:: Rothen becomes the subject of exploitative experiments led by Eleanor Lawson, a scientist driven by relentless curiousity, and lustful desires. Invasively exploring Rothen's body for his own pleasurement and furtherance of research.

Master List Category:: Helldivers -> Rothen a heretic, Eleanor a pervert.

Content Tags/Warnings:: [MINORS DO NOT INTERACT] Helldivers, Helldivers 2, Rothen, Morten, Exploitative Experiments, Fingering, Rough Anal, Sloppy Oral, Saliva Seeping, Lots Of Leaking, Choking, Non-Con, Restrained , Oneshot

Word Count:: 2,504

HD2 | Orientation Exam

Super Earth's Director of Research, Eleanor Lawson, assumed custody of Rothen Weiss following a seemingly trivial trial. Eleanor's reputation, however, was marred by criticisms of ethical violations in his pursuit of extracting information deemed imperative for the war effort.

These concerns were exasperated by public outrage upon learning that a convicted heretic like Rothen was spared under the guise of research.

Eleanor would remain unfazed by such criticisms, steadfast in his determination to utilize his new plaything regardless of public outrage.

"Wakey wakey, sleepyhead." Eleanor's voice chimed with a deceptive sweetness as he walked into the holding cell, a smile wide upon his face. With a gentle nudge of his leather boot, he attempted to awake Rothen from his slumber.

Rothen whimpered momentarily, such a noise escaping him as his face lay on the cold floor. Bound in his straight jacket anchored to the ground, he remained subdued, still fatigued from the antics of the previous night.

Eleanor, esteemed as a nobleman of Super Earth, garnered high praise from the populace and soldiers alike. His research yielding discoveries as a result of his tireless efforts paved the way for strategic advancements in combating the Terminids.

Once an inspiration of Rothen's, Eleanor served as a role model, fueling Rothen's determination to further study the Terminids. An inspiration that would cause Rothen to become a Helldiver with the eventual hopes of meeting Eleanor in person. However, the reality of their encounter shatters Rothen's idealized image of his former idol.

Eleanor's conflicting motivations of absolute control, using his pursuit of knowledge to understand and manipulate the world around him. In Rothen, Eleanor saw the perfect opportunity to exercise control and domination.

"Rothen wake up, would you? It's time for us to begin another session." Eleanor's voice brimming with excitement as he invited Rothen into a game of experimentation. His assistant Renee wheels in the electroencephalogram machine and preps the station for Rothen.

"No." Rothen utters with eyes slowly fluttering open as he awakens. His refusal leaves a bad taste in Eleanor's mouth.

"Why must you refuse me?" Eleanor asks, feigning innocence while fully aware his underlying motives are apparent.

"…" Rothen remains silent, he acknowledges evading Eleanor's desires is futile.

Upon Rothen's first encounter with Eleanor, things quickly became sexual in conduct. While Rothen's experiences with the pervasive nature of the Brood Lord had been intense, it couldn't begin to compare to the endurance and intensity he discovered within Eleanor.

This man possessed a captivating presence. His piercing eyes were framed by long, stringy black hair. Rothen couldn't deny the apparent beauty that stood before him. A stature tall and slender could easily begin to force Rothen into a will against his own.

"I'm sure you're already aware, your choice… whether a yes, or, no, is irrelevant to the outcome I seek." Eleanor kneels, and with a hand tilts Rothen's chin, gazing intensely upon him.

"I don't care if you're willing or unwilling… I will get results either way." Eleanor leans in closely. A beginning to a tantalizing interaction as Rothen struggles in his restraints to avoid the touch of the madman before him.

"Hold still." Eleanor's hold on Rothen's face becomes more imposing, he then presses his lips against Rothen's slowly, causing a wave of red to wash upon his face as he becomes flustered.

With wandering hands, slipping from Rothen's face, down his neck, and chest, he secures a firm hold around Rothen's growing bulge.

"Twitching already, are we?" Eleanor murmured as he gently stroked along Rothen's pulsating length, feeling it swell in response, re-engaging the kiss with more vigor. Rothen's attempts to resist were betrayed by his growing arousal.

Rothen's tongue writhed against Eleanor's in a passionate fury, swapping an abundance of thick warm saliva between them. Moans escape between their short gasps for air.

Renee unfazed by their pursuit of pleasure begins to attach the electrodes of the EEG machine to Rothen's scalp, whilst he remains lost in the unrelenting kiss and caresses of Eleanor.

Eleanor proceeds to mount Rothen, his touch on his cock gradually intensifying slowly and sensually. As the intimate moment unfolds his hands start to glisten with pre-cum.

"You're repulsive," Eleanor utters, interrupting the kiss to praise Rothen's lewdity and willingness to submit.

"St-stop- I can't take much more~!" Rothen groans as he fights against his restraints, the straight jacket preventing him from escaping the onslaught of pleasure.

"You can't tell me you're not enjoying this. Look at how your cock reacts to my touch. All sensitive and red because of me.~" Eleanor's voice purrs, as he plays with Rothen's desire for release.

"P-please… I beg of you~!!" Rothen gasps uncontrollably, his body writhing against Eleanor's touch, almost as if he's pleasuring himself wantonly, drawing closer to the edge of climax.

Eleanor chuckles softly, leaning in to suck on Rothen's neck sensually, marking his newfound property. The increasing intensity of Eleanor's actions pushes Rothen towards a peak of pleasure and ecstasy.

As Rothen's body convulsed, released was a surge of adrenaline, oxytocin, and endorphins. These natural chemicals acted as a catalyst for the transmitted Terminid strains present in Rothen's body, triggering a spontaneous increase in the production of bodily fluids which also contained contagions of the strain.

Eleanor, undeterred by the potential danger Rothen may pose, observes as Rothen's movements become erratic, indicating a loss of control over his own body.

"What a sweet musk you're beginning to emit.~" Eleanor remarks as he watches with intrigue as Rothen begins to secrete a thick, scarlet, sweet-smelling sap from his bodily glands and orifices slowly.

Rothen's head falls back, his mouth drooling the viscous fluid from the corner, while his eyes well up with the same substance, threatening to overtake his body completely.

"Looks like someone's ready to burst in my grasp.~" Eleanor suggests as Rothen, on the brink of climax, surrenders to his comatose state, expending his final thrusts.

Suddenly leaning against Eleanor, he lets out a howling groan before forcefully ejaculating streams of sap-tinged cum, reaching a foot away from himself.

"My good boy.~" Using the cummy sap on his hands Eleanor continues to hastily stroke Rothen, intensifying the stimulation, prolonging Rothen's climax as his body convulses erratically in response, his cock releasing more of its sap.

Renee prepared with a petri dish takes a moment to collect samples from Rothen's leaking tip.

"You might want to distance yourself, sir, the musk he's releasing might be emitting the same compounds found in the birthing chamber." Renee warns Eleanor.

"I will act as I desire, Renee." Eleanor firmly asserts. His attention fixed on Rothen's descent into vulnerability as he collapses to the ground upon Eleanor standing. Gasping for breath, Rothen teeters on the edge of unconsciousness.

"This is where we stopped yesterday Rothen… If you'd like we can take it further.~" Eleanor smiles innocently contradicting the sin that took place seconds ago.

"I've- had enough." Rothen exhaustedly mumbles as his body lies limp on the ground, coated with a sheen of sweat and sap excreted from his body.

"But Rothen, an advent of discovery awaits us as we continue to explore.~" Eleanor charmingly urges with a whine in his voice.

"… Please, just spare me this moment…" Rothen whispers weakly, lifting his head to meet Eleanor's gaze, who looks on in a mix of awe and contemplation.

"But Rothen~. This is all in the name of research. I know it's a daunting ordeal… but I must obtain results." Eleanor playfully closes his eyes and tilts his head away from Rothen, teasingly acknowledging that he will proceed to impose his will regardless.

Further negotiation follows between Eleanor and Rothen, leading to a mutual agreement. In a sudden, with his own pants unfastened, Eleanor delves his fingers into Rothen's tight supple ass, leaning in close but keeping a safe distance from Rothen's longing lips of contagion that yearn to be kissed.

"Getting to stir your guts once more with my hands permits an urge not even I can resist." Eleanor confesses, captivated by the intoxicating aroma of Rothen's musk, unable to restrain himself, a consequence of not heeding Renee's warning.

"P-please Eleanor…" With a tremor in his voice, Rothen gazes up at Eleanor. Upon witnessing the hopelessness present in the eyes of Rothen, a sudden shift occurs within Eleanor's mind.

Fulfilling Rothen's desire is now a matter of precedence, prompting Eleanor to pull out his pulsating, eager, and drooling cock, prodding it against Rothen's tight hole.

"Y-yes~." Rothen's breathing quickens as Eleanor's girth stretches his opening. Eleanor lets out a drawn-out moan as he slowly eases himself into Rothen's warmth, savoring the tightness of the embrace.

As Rothen's consciousness teeters in and out, he begins to slip into a trance-like state. As a result Eleanor's form seems to distort, his hands enlarging and wrapping around Rothen's entire being. The stir of Eleanor's throbbing dick inside Rothen's guts feels like a twisting, pulling force. Rothen whimpers, torn between pleasure and a sudden wave of fear, lost in the haze of reality and illusion.

"That's it.~ Let me bear witness to every facet of that depraved facade." Eleanor starkly murmurs as he unravels the layers of perversion within Rothen.

Eleanor's thrust grows quicker, eliciting whimpers and writhing from Rothen, who spreads his legs wider to take the entirety of Eleanor's length, his moans drawn out as Eleanor's cock reaches a new depth.

"Do you hear that melody? I have the pleasure of hearing your moans echo within these walls.~" Eleanor whimpers as he comes close to climax further holding Rothen's legs apart, watching the impression of his cock pressing into Rothen's abdomen, distending the flesh.

"My beloved plaything, a vessel I yearn to corrupt until every last bit of your being is tainted." Eleanor proclaims with fervor, consumed by the intensity of the moment.

"Make my body your sanctuary, my Lord," Rothen whispers sweetly into Eleanor's ear. Eleanor, consumed by a surge of desire, groans and bites down on Rothen's neck with raw intensity, breaking skin and drawing blood.

Eleanor driven by an overwhelming wave of sin grasps upon Rothen's cock, stroking him vigorously as he proceeds to thrust into his convulsing depths.

Savoring each squeeze of Rothen's insides as his cock greedily knocks his insides for more, his teeth bearing down further as he ejaculates a splurge of steamy semen within Rothen's reddened ass, relieving him of desire's hold.

Eleanor and Rothen were finally satisfied. Slow and sensually, teasing the grip of Rothen's rear Eleanor pulls his cock out, following behind is a thick gloop of sap-tinged cum.

Perhaps I should have you clean up this mess." Eleanor proposes, his breath still heavy. Rothen, upon catching a whiff of Eleanor's intoxicating aroma, acceds with submission.

With his tongue curling around Eleanor's meaty rod he begins to sensually take him into his eager mouth.

Rothen's tongue protruded from his lips and leaked saliva as Eleanor's member began to stretch further down his throat.

The sight of Rothen working against bodily struggle as he accommodated the entire length of Eleanor's cock, his throat pulsating along with each swallow.

Damn near choking, Rothen exerted his efforts in pleasing his master Eleanor, who at this rate, would remain unsatisfied…

"You're so good at this, I wonder if this is how you've always been, or if it's a side effect of the terminid's strain brewing within you." Eleanor muses as he gently brushes Rothen's hair away from his face.

In that moment Rothen's eyes open, gazing at his master with an expression of longing and submission.

Rothen persists in pleasuring Eleanor's throbbing cock, the words spoken by his master fading into the background. Rothen's sole focus remains on extracting every last drop of cum from Eleanor's sack, desperate for the taste of overwhelming indulgence.

Eleanor lets out a guttural groan, gripping a handful of Rothen's hair, thrusting his hips as the sensitivity of his shaft begins to increase.

Rothen as a result gags, his chin adorned in saliva, leading a trail of slobber down his neck.

An indentation of Eleanor's cock visible as Rothen's mouth was engorged with his mouth with another man's manhood, as it plunged down his throat with balls slapping against his face.

With mounting intensity, Eleanor continues to pleasure himself with Rothen's mouth, surrendering to the feeling of his new toy.

"I'm grateful I found you before the sick fucks above me could lay claim to your body." Eleanor declares, his grip on Rothen's hair tightening.

"Your ass wouldn't have lasted a day in prison, and your holes would've gone to waste if you were terminated… You're truly fortunate~." Eleanor reveals his delusions of grandeur, viewing himself as Rothen's savior.

Eleanor is consumed by the feeling of Rothen's head bobbing up and down along his shaft, his cock drooling pre-cum. Rothen's hands caressing Eleanor's testicles, coaxing his orgasm to come.

"Damn you~, it's happening again…" Eleanor exclaims in a mix of pleasure and frustration, holding Rothen's head in place as he savors the sensation of Rothen's throat clenching around his pulsating penis.

Tears streaming down Rothen's face, his jaw strained, but unable to close around Eleanor's girth.

Panting exhaustedly in a feral manner, Eleanor releases ropes of cum into Rothen's throat. Rothen, with his last ounce of strength, swallows every drop, feeling his stomach churn upon the only sustenance present, reveling in the taste of Eleanor.

"That's. Hn- Enough." Eleanor abruptly pulls Rothen's head from his limping length. Rothen collapsed on the floor, his face in the mixture of their fluids, barely conscious, his ass up in the air still leaking Eleanor's cum from earlier

As Eleanor zips up his pants, he glances at the scene with a mischievous grin before proceeding to the machinery to discuss the experiment's results with Renee.

"Was that really necessary?" Renee nonchalantly looks at him unimpressed by the events that transpired.

"It was actually.~ We got our desired samples and data… I didn't have to be considerate of him." Eleanor implies aware there was a more brute approach.

"Fair enough, we wouldn't want you breaking your toys… but… I do recommend decontaminating yourself." Renee advises, concerned about the unpredictability of Rothen's contagions.

"Oh? Were you planning on getting some as well?~" Eleanor crudely asks Renee who declines. It's almost as if he hadn't received his share moments ago.

Together, they extract the machine's connections from his body, exiting the cell, leaving Rothen unconscious, lying in a sloppy puddle of mess.

In another section of the research facility, Morten struggles against his restraints in a cell akin to Rothen's, his skin covered in the same substance that Rothen secreted— Morten had become infected by the strain after a kiss shared during Rothen's interrogation.

As Morten vocalizes his desperation to escape, the cell door opens, revealing Eleanor and Renee with their equipment. Eleanor's expression is grim, his eyes reflecting a mix of hostility and aggression as he confronts Morten for experimentation.

How many times must Rothen be spared while others suffer the consequences of his actions?

Ending Notes:: This is one hell of a step up from the two previous chapters. Rothen's made Eleanor's hole for self appeasement, and Morten's been taken into custody of the research sector following contamination of a strain transmitted to him from Rothen. :3 More to come.

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