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lciesdepravity · 6 months

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Sold Out Series

Sana Arc Chapter 1-1: Everything has a price

"For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction"

"Karma is a bitch"

"Everything has a price..."

Such statements proved true ever since the beginning of time, and continues to remain true to this day.

We learn it every single moment of our miserable lives - hell, it's even taught to us in school.

And yet here she was.

Sana should've listened to her Science teacher more.

Shame.

When she was first offered the job, she thought it was just another fashion line ambassador deal.

Heck, she was even excited for it. The other members started to get requested to be ambassadors of other luxury brands too, so she figured it was only a matter of time before she got picked as well.

Never in her life could she have expected this.

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It started after the press event.

"Ooof~ Yatta! Mmm~ Finally finished!" The young idol plopped unceremoniously in the backseat, melting into the plush cushions as she takes off her sleek black heels and massages her feet.

"Ugh, that took longer than it should. Can we go home now Oppa?"

"Mian, Sana-shi. The brand CEO is requesting your presence at their hotel's grand ballroom for the after-party, so your night's not over just yet. You know how uppity the higher-ups get about company relations and shit."

That prompted an annoyed scoff and a groan from the idol, but work is work. The manager at least had the decency to look at Sana with pity before driving off.

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Last sched for the day. Sana Fighting! After one final check of her appearance and fixing her hair a bit, Sana steeled herself and put on her most practiced idol smile. She confidently strutted down the hallway and was ushered in.

The after-party was everything you'd expect from a luxury brand and more. The clinking of champagne glasses, the miniaturized posh slop they call food, the fake smiles and empty compliments as everyone 'socialized' with each other. More like leech off each other.

Boring.

The idol rolled her eyes (mentally of course - she was anything but professional after all), and smiled as everyone greeted her. Here we go.

Sana's whole night consisted of greeting sheep - *ahem* PR people, accepting their business cards, a few empty promises here and there, take a picture. Rinse and repeat. Maybe a snack and a drink in between. Basically, she was on autopilot for majority of the event, until a depressed looking woman approached her and bowed.

"Ms. Minatozaki, our CEO requests your presence at the suite. He personally wants to thank and welcome you as our new ambassador."

Not really given a choice, the idol was ushered up to an elevator that led to the suite.

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*Ding*

The sleek metal doors of the elevator slid closed as Sana bade the secretary goodbye. She looked around in awe, marveling at the sheer opulence of the suite. Marbled floors, chandeliers, pristine furniture and antique vases. Expensive. Ugh, I better not break anything. Even with our money, I don't think I can cover for anything in here!

She continued down the hallway until she reached the living room, where she sees an old man in his bathrobe looking out the glass door of the balcony, wine in his hand.

"*Ehem* E-excuse me sir. Y-you wanted to see me?"

"Ah! Sana. Welcome. Please sit. Would you like a drink?"

The old man offered her a glass as she sat down. Sana offered a smile, but politely shook her head.

"I'm sorry sir. I still have schedules for tomorrow, so I can't really drink much tonight. Thank you though."

"I see... Welp, more for me then."

The CEO took a sip as he sat beside the young woman. He stared at her for a bit, his eyes focusing on her necklace.

"Y'know, that necklace of ours really does fit you... Exquisite. I'm happy we got you as an ambassador for our brand. I look forward to working with you more in the future."

"M-me too sir. Thank you for the opportunity." He extends his hand and she shakes it.

Mistake.

His index finger rubs against her palms creepily as he scoots closer to her. She had to fight the urge not to withdraw her hand in disgust, she had to be professional after all. Lucky for her, the CEO let go of her hand. Euck, Gross... What's with this old man?

She tries to scoot away discreetly, but the old man just kept coming near. The young idol keeps shuffling until she felt the end of the couch. Shit... She was trapped.

Sana shivered in disgust as the old man placed his hands on her knees, slowly inching up her thighs as he goes in for a kiss.

*Slap*

The faint stinging in her hand persisted as the slap resonated all around the room. Her heart was pounding - her breaths heavy. Hastily, the young idol got up and gathered her things, leaving the old man to his misery.

*Click*

To her horror, the door was locked.

The old man let out a dry laugh as he moved to refill his empty glass.

"You didn't think our deal with your company was that simple did you?"

With a sip and a condescending smile he looked at the frozen idol.

"That diamond necklace around your neck, that costs hundreds of millions of dollars my dear. We're one of the richest brands in all the world, what makes you think I couldn't just buy you just like that?"

Sana's eyes widened. She felt so sick, her stomach was turning. "T-they didn't-"

"'Fraid so my dear. Your company sold you out to me for a whole damn week."

His grin spread across his face as he watches the young idol blanch at his words in shock.

"T-that's... N-no! I'm not just some whore for you to play around with. I didn't consent to this! Let me out this instant or I'll sue!"

Frantically, she reached for her phone, opening the camera app and taking a video. Ha! This is my evidence. Take that you old geezer.

Her heart dropped as the CEO's smile got even wider.

"Fiesty. Heh~ Go ahead and film... you do that. Meanwhile, I'll be using every single one of my connections to destroy you and your little group. One word from me, and all your sponsorships, all your brand deals - even that of your members... Poof~" To accentuate his point, he held out this phone, hovering his finger over the call button.

She froze.

I-if it's only me, then I can take it. But the members... We worked so hard to get this far... Damnit! Why is this happening to me?

Minutes pass, and all Sana wants to do is cry. Her fists were clenched tight, lips bitten in frustration as her mind raced, thinking of what she should do.

She was interrupted when the old man spoke once again.

"If you're done thinking it over, get your dumb ass over here so I can use you. I'm not getting any younger here. Or should I just call my secretary and cancel everything now?"

She looked at him scathingly with fiery eyes as she walked over to him, her clenched fists shaking in anger. The old man didn't bat an eye. Instead he leaned back, staring at her with those condescending eyes.

"Well? Take that fucking dress off." Sana bit her lips as she hesitated, but the old man just looked at her impatiently. Slowly she stripped, unzipping the back of her dress and letting it fall to the ground. She gave it a light kick as her hands moved to cover her intimate parts, but the sight of her creamy skin was more than enough.

Excited, the CEO got up and cupped her cheeks, tilting it to face him as he looked at her eyes. Rebellious... Defiant... Just the way I like it.

"I'm gonna enjoy breaking you, kpop bitch."

He pushed her on the couch and started his assault. Her eyes shut tight as his tongue snaked along her milky porcelain neck - up, down, over the collarbone and even up to her ears.

*Sniff* "Mmm~ you smell so good Sana. Hmmm~ your scent is driving me crazy." The old man gave her a long wanton sniff that sent chills up her spine.

Fuck... This is so disgusting.... Endure Sana. For the girls... For the fans... For yourself. You have to endure.

Seeing the idol's eyes shut tight, the old man got more brazen. He took both of Sana's wrists and pinned them above her head, exposing Sana's clean shaven armpits. He gave her pits a series of needy sniffs, his breath tickling her a bit.

*Sniff* *sniff* "Ahhhh... You smell so... mmm~ divine." Her sweaty scent was enough to drive the old man into a frenzy. Like a mad dog, he licked the sweat off her pits wantonly, relishing in feeling her shudder against his tongue.

Meanwhile, his free hand groped her ample breasts, kneading them like dough. When he sensed the clip in front, he hurriedly removed her bra and threw it away, revealing her jiggly soft supple mounds...

He gulped. "They're mesmerizing..." Without preamble, the old man dove in and while looking at Sana's face, feasted on her breasts like a newborn baby. He squished them together and teasingly gave her pink dusky nipples a lick, enjoying the way the buds roll off his tongue.

He watched as Sana's expression change with every lick... with every suckle... with every squeeze. He watched as her brows scrunch together, her lips bitten red as she resisted his ministrations. He didn't stop until each bud was fully erect and shiny, thoroughly coated with his spit.

"*Slurp* *pop* Mmm~ yummy... Now, sit up and let me sit behind you."

Not really giving her a chance to resist, he pulled her up and smoothly slid behind her, cradling her between his legs. Much to his dismay, the young woman's eyes were still closed, her face not betraying any emotion. Annoying.

Eager to break her stoic facade, the old man reached between her legs, slipping his hand inside her lacy black panties. Dry... Mmm~ not for long.

With a practiced ease, his hand nimbly removed the young star's panties, unhooking it from one of her legs where one of her heels came off.

"Shaved huh? Shame, I like it hairy."

*Smack!*

Out of nowhere, his hand came down, delivering a light slap to Sana's clit. The Japanese idol bit her lip, a small gasp escaping her as she fought hard to stifle her moans. She didn't want to give in to him, not now, not ever.

*Smack!*

Another slap. Dead center against her core. The old CEO's dominant side took control as he taunted, "Mmm, you like this, don't you, slut? You like this old man slapping your wet pulsing cunt?"

*Smack!*

His hand came down again, this time with more force, causing the young woman's pussy to squelch audibly. His old wrinkly fingers traced the sensitive skin, exploring every inch with a mix of roughness and precision.

All the while, the old fuck buried his nose deep in the poor idol's neck and sniffed her once again, licking and sucking on her pulse point as he humps her plump ass.

*Sniff* "Mmm~ fuck, I can't get enough of your scent. Uhh~ you're worth every fucking penny I paid." His lips brushed against Sana's ear as he whispered naughty things.

*Smack!*

"Ahn~ mmmppph-" A small moan escaped her lips, which she promptly covered with one of her hands. Her face was a flushed mess, and she was panting like a bitch in heat.

W-What is happening? Mmm~ How is he so good at this... No! Sana, fight it! You're not getting horny because of this old pervert. Fight it!

"Yes, hold those moans for me my dear," He whispered into the idol's ear, his warm breath sending tingles down her body. "I like the challenge. I will break that infamous composure of yours, Sana." With a gentle bite to the girl's earlobe, his words pushed her further to the edge.

Each whisper was accompanied by another firm slap to the Japanese pussy, causing her moans to grow louder. Her hips were bucking slightly, and her body was writhing beneath the old man's magic touch. With each passing moment, her pussy gets wetter and sloppier.

Seeing his effect on the poor girl, he smirked. Not long now... just a bit more and she's mine...

With his free hand, he reached up and cupped Sana's perky breasts, her fingers teasingly circling the hardened peaks of her taut, erect nipples.

"Mmm, look at these gorgeous nipples, baby... So pink and so tender for me." He whispered huskily. He pinches each nipple and pulls.

"Fuck, S-stop it," She whimpered, her hips now bucking wildly, thrusting against his hand. Her body trembled with anticipation, craving release.

"That's it. Give in to the pleasure my dear. Let go for me."

As the old man continued to slap her cunt, the wet, lewd sounds filled the air, mixing with Sana's increasingly uninhibited cries.

She couldn't help but respond, her voice trembling with need. "Oh, fuck, D-don't stop... Harder please..."

The old man smirked, his slapping growing more intense, each stroke driving Sana closer to the edge. "You want it harder, huh? You're such a dirty fucking slut. Beg for it. Beg for my hand to pound your wet cunt."

F-fuck! I can't hold it anymore... Uhhh!

Sana's breath hitched as she finally gave in, her voice pleading, begging him. "Please, sir! Pound me! Pound my slutty cunt! I need it so fucking bad!"

*Smack!*

With a victorious grin, the old man slapped her pussy once more. "Who do you belong to? Huh? Tell me who's bitch you are!"

*Smack!*

With her back arching, she screamed, "Yours! I-I'm daddy's little kpop bitch begging to cum. Please make me cum daddy! Daddy! Uhhhh~"

*Smack!* *Smack!* *Smack!*

The old man's hand moved with reckless abandon, the wet slapping sounds echoing across the entire room. Sana's moans filled the air as she surrendered completely to the overwhelming pleasure building within her. She couldn't hold back any longer, her voice reaching a crescendo of pleasure. "Yes, fuck! Gonna cum! Cumming for you, Daddy! Oh, fuck!"

Upon, hearing her say that, the old man unceremoniously plunged his middle and ring fingers deep into her sweltering cunt. "Yes fucking cum, you slut. Point those toes of yours while cumming. Cum for me, drench my hand while I finger fuck your uptight cunt into submission."

His fingers skillfully hit her g-spot repeatedly, his palms still slapping her clit with each pass.

S-shit! This old man's too good! He's gonna make me cum. This old man's gonna make me cum! Fuck cummingcummingcummingAaaaahhh~!

With a primal scream, Sana's back arched, her legs spreading even wider, her legs quivered uncontrollably, her toes curling and pointing as the immense pleasure surged through every inch of her body.

With a loud squelching sound, her pussy released a torrent of pleasure, drenching the floor below. Sana's eyes rolled back, her body convulsing with sheer ecstasy as he fingered her into oblivion.

Spurt after spurt. Stream after stream she squirted. It took awhile for her orgasm to finally die down. Even then, she was still twitching as the old pervert continued to tease and flick her cunt occasionally.

Not giving her the time to rest, the horny old man took Sana and inverted her on the couch - her legs resting on the backrest whilst her head dangles off the edge.

He hurriedly tossed his robe aside, freeing his throbbing cock and presenting it to a still recovering Sana.

"Open your mouth and stick your tongue out."

His voice was stern, commanding. He took his cock and slapped it against Sana's face and tongue several times, smearing her face with precum and spit.

That is, until he decided the foreplay was enough. In one fell swoop, he fed her throat his cock, not stopping until he bottomed out.

"Glurk! Mmmmpphh~!"

Sana gagged, but the old man just kept pushing. She slapped his thighs, asking for mercy but there's none to be found. Her eyes bulged, tears spilling from the sides as she took his cock fully.

"That's right bitch. Fucking take it! Ahhrgh!"

Not giving her time to adjust, he intensified his thrusts, grabbing her feet and using them as handles. He planted his feet on each side of her head, essentially squatting on her face for every thrust. The sounds of his balls hitting her nose echoed across the room.

The old fuck growled, his voice deep and guttural as he praised Sana's cock-sucking abilities.

"That's it *pound* fuck! fucking take it! *pound* put that kpop mouth of yours to good use! *pound*" he said, his thrusts becoming even more forceful as he spoke.

Holy fuck, he's fucking my face so hard. She thought, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. She loved the feeling of him taking control, of him using her for his pleasure. It made her feel so dirty and so desired all at once.

With each powerful thrust, a line of thick drool stretched from his cock to her mouth, his huge balls slapping her nose repeatedly. Sana's saliva mixed with the precum dripping from him, creating a slippery mess as he relentlessly skull fucked her.

"Mhmm, gawk, glurgh,"

Sana's moans grew louder and more desperate, her arousal and submission evident in every sound that escaped her lips. The forceful thrusts of his cock made her drool uncontrollably, strands of spit dripping down her chin, soaking her face, and coating her hair.

"Mmmm, glurk, gulck.. Daddy, pleashh... guck-ahh... harder... *slurp*"

The old fucker's eyes burned with raw desire as he took in the sight of Sana's saliva-slicked face, her eyes glazed with lust. He wanted to push her limits, to see just how far she would go to please him. With a growl, he reached behind and tightened his grip on her hair, pulling her head back even further, causing her mouth to stretch wider.

"You want it rough, bitch? You want me to fuck your face until you're a drooling mess?"

Sana's body trembled with anticipation, her voice filled with need. "Yes, Daddy," she gasped, her voice laced with desire. "I want it rough. Make me your obedient cum dump."

Who was he to deny her request? Not when she was looking at him with those hazy lust filled eyes. Nay, impossible to deny.

His thrusts became even more forceful, his cock slamming into her mouth, jackhammering her head into the couch so hard her head bounced off the couch with each thrust.

Her eyes watered from the overwhelming sensations, her mascara running in dark rivulets down her cheeks, her lipstick long gone. Her once pristine face and hair smeared with her frothy saliva - and yet she asked for more.

"*Gulck* *gluck* Ohh... *glock* Y-yes, Daddy... *gawk* Fuck me... *gawk* harder!

In no time at all, the old geezer neared his climax, his thrusts grew quicker and more desperate. He could feel the pressure building in his balls, the need to release his pent-up desire growing stronger with each passing second. With one final deep thrust, he erupted, his cum shooting down Sana's throat.

"Ahh... fuck... cumming! fill that slutty mouth... Take it all bitch!"

Sana's muffled cries of pleasure mixed with the sound of his cum splattering against her throat. Her tongue worked tirelessly, collecting every drop she could as she eagerly swallowed his load.

Oh fuck, he's cumming! God it's too much she thought, feeling the hot jets of his seed shooting down her throat. The taste was intense, a mixture of saltiness and musk that coated her senses. "Gleugh," she gagged, feeling the sheer volume of his cum filling her mouth.

For a whole minute, his hot seed flowed continuously, filling her mouth and dripping up her inverted face. The thick ropes of cum covered her eyes, blocking her vision, while the rest streamed down her face, leaving trails of sticky warmth in its wake. Her hair became a canvas for the pearly liquid, as it clung to the strands, marking her with its unmistakable essence.

Coughing and gagging as the sheer volume overwhelmed her, Sana fought to swallow as much as she could. The old fuck came with such force that his cum still overflowed from her mouth, droplets cascading down her chin and onto her chest. She was a mess, a cum-drenched masterpiece, and yet, a smile played on her lips, a testament to her insatiable desire for pleasure.

As he finally finished, he pulled out of her mouth, and Sana gasped for air, her body still trembling with pleasure. She licked her lips, savoring the remnants of his cum, relishing in the mixture of their combined flavors. Her tongue swirled around, collecting every last trace of his cum.

But the old man wasn't done yet. With a firm grip on her hair, the old man guided her mouth towards his throbbing cock. He tilted her head back, exposing her open, willing mouth. A wicked glint danced in his eyes as he unleashed a torrent of warm piss, aiming it directly into her waiting mouth. The Japanese idol's lips parted, allowing the golden stream to enter, and she swallowed obediently, taking in his salty offering. The taste mingled with the remnants of his cum, creating a perverse cocktail that both excited and humiliated her.

Sana's eyes widened in shock and arousal as she gulped down his piss, feeling the degrading warmth slide down her throat. She obediently swallowed every drop, her body trembling with a mixture of humiliation and twisted pleasure. As the last drops of his piss trickled into her mouth, Sana swallowed it all, her body consumed by a mix of pleasure and humiliation.

She looked up at him, her face still glistening with his cum and her mouth tainted with his piss. A wicked smile played on her lips as she whispered, "Thank you, Daddy. I'm your filthy little cum dump."

The old fuck's eyes burn with a primal hunger as he watches Sana, still catching her breath from the mind-numbing skull fucking, her lips glistening with his essence. With a commanding presence, he grabs her by the waist and flips her over, positioning her on the couch in a prone position.

"Not done yet bitch. I took a pill so we'll be here all night long. Now, ass up." *Spank!*

Next Chapter: 1-2 Sana Arc; Free Use (TBC)

#sana smut #twice smut

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abybweisse · 2 months

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Blood Work (p1), Elitism, transmutation, and religious fear

⚠️ long post ⚠️

So, I now have a copy of Blood Work: A Tale of Medicine and Murder in the Scientific Revolution, by Holly Tucker. It's a reference for Yana-san, as she mentioned it in her old tuna.be blog around the start of the blue arc.

I see in the list of important people a mention of the real Dr. Moreau, and there's a later chapter about chimeras... so I know I'll be talking about that some, over this series of posts.

It's important here, too, because when researchers were first attempting blood transfusions in the 17th century, people were terrified about receiving blood from animals, like sheep and cattle. They thought that animal blood would transmute humans into human-animal hybrids. Even in the 20th century, some white people were terrified of receiving blood from black people, because they thought the blood could effect the race of their future children or grandchildren. Nonsense, of course, but they didn't understand.

17th century blood transfusions were generally performed by taking blood from a lamb or a calf. The barbers/physicians/researchers had no clue about blood types. Jean-Baptiste Denis successfully transfused blood from a lamb into a teenage patient. Then he made several successful attempts at transfusing from a calf to a "madman". The guy later died, and Denis was blamed. Turns out some doctors who didn't want him to succeed had actually poisoned that second subject with arsenic.

It wasn't even a matter of those physicians wanting his experiments to fail while theirs worked; no, they simply didn't want blood transfusions to become a practice. They were afraid of transmutation from animal blood, and they were afraid of what animal-to-human blood transfusions would reveal about humanity -- that we are truly just animals, too. The trial against Denis ended research into blood transfusions for about 150 years.

Blood types were still unknown in the late 18th century, when a physician wanted to attempt to revive George Washington's largely exsanguinated corpse with a transfusion of lamb's blood. FYI, he died on a December 14th, just like Prince Albert. His family refused the offer only because they feared sullying his body with animal blood, and they insisted his body must be left untainted and wholly together for him to be properly received into heaven. Such was the continued lack of understanding. Yana-san might have given Undertaker the idea to use blood transfusions in conjunction with other techniques for the reanimating and revival process from the account of what that physician wanted to do to Washington.

When blood transfusion research was in full swing, in the 19th century, they were starting to piece together the idea of blood groups, but they still didn't quite know about things like universal whole blood donor and universal whole blood recipient. There was a strong elitist element to this, so they generally thought like could only be compatible with like. They also still saw non-human blood as inferior, even if it might be compatible. The best compatibility was expected between twins and then between close relatives.

I have a feeling that Yana-san has played around with this bias, which would explain why real Ciel is only receiving AB (Sirius) blood, Canopus B, Vega O, and Polaris A. All those people at Sphere Music Hall are led to believe they are being treated as equals, when they are in fact being split up into a caste system where some "stars" are of a higher magnitude than others. And, at times, Blavat Sky and others have made it clear they see some blood types as being less worthy than others. By extension, some people are treated as less worthy. Blavat seems to realize that Sirius can receive blood from other blood types, because he gives "leftovers" of Vega and Polaris blood to the Sirius renal patients. It's possible that real Ciel doesn't know he can have any type of whole blood, but I suspect he knows and simply doesn't think anything else is good enough for him.

I'd also like to mention Snake and Finny here, since we know Finny was injected with something to increase his strength and other traits. Then we see Snake with various attributes that are associated with snakes. In either case (or both) we could be dealing with transmutation. It's not realistic in our world, but it might very well be possible in theirs. Each of them might have been injected with chemical cocktails derived from other animals: Snake from snakes and Finny from perhaps a few completely different species.

We now know Snake wasn't born a snake and turned into a human, but there's nothing to say he wasn't born human and "adulterated" with snake traits. There's also the weird story the freak show attendant claims: human mother and snake father. Maybe not an actual snake as his father but more like his mother being injected with snake blood or something... and that producing a hybrid child. Again, not what we'd consider possible, but the Kuroverse plays by different rules.

One other aspect I want to touch on in this post: Othello's and Grelle's fears regarding the very nature of human souls and existence. This is a form of religious fear, not too different from what George Washington's family feared. His family feared he wouldn't be accepted into heaven, while these two reapers fear humans might no longer even need souls, and that heaven may no longer matter to them. What would that mean for the existence of reapers, when their supposed salvation requires them to keep collecting souls?

Well, I'll probably talk about bias and fear again, as well as these other issues, but I'll stop here... for now.

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 5 months

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Yk something that I would really enjoy if Yana did in twisted wonderland? Make evil/awful characters be RSA students instead of NRC students. It would make sense considering rook,silver, Kalim, and kinda ortho? Are kind people with quirky personality that don’t really fit into the campus at all. Plus, I feel like a perfect school with no issues is too bland and too much of a dream come true. Yana never came off as the type to toss potential for a good thriller. Anyways, My vote for secretly fucked up RSA student?

It 100% has to be lotso hugging bear from Toy Story 3, he fits perfectly into being an awesome handsome swell class representative that everyone adores and respect, to outsiders though? There is something off about how he runs the classes and newcomers… 😭 ahh, there is so much I can go off but don’t wanna make this too long.

Obviously we have Hans from frozen, hector from Coco, Robert Callaghan from big hero 6, there’s prob a few more I skipped but those are the few I can think that can fit into RSA. Respectful young men with potential futures ahead of them, goody two shoes that don’t defy the law… at least what our NRC boys think. Just a simple idea though, I don’t think it will ever happen so a poor person can only dream 🙃

TWST!Lotso perpetually smells like strawberries/j

You never know, it might! Yana did say that she wanted to continue the main story of Twisted Wonderland following what I will call the “first arc” (which encompasses all 7 OB boys and Grim). There’s also future Halloween events to consider (Yana has already indicated that’s she’s very excited for the next one)!

We don’t know exactly what that “next” main story might entail, but a lot of fans theorize it will involve increased exposure to or interactions with RSA. If that’s the case, it would be very boring if the RSA students all turn out to be perfect and problem-free. I’m sure some trouble would eventually arise.

The “twist” villains of Disney seem like perfect candidates to be the “black sheep” in a school supposedly full of good-natured souls. It would also give TWST an opportunity to actually… fix??? Make up for??? Some of their poor implementation in the actual films (which is a point they’ve been criticized for, since most recent Disney movies have either had bad twist villains or no “real” villain at all). In my opinion, Hans is a particularly poorly written one—

If we want to get super modern, I think even King Magnifico from Wish (I think it’s out to the general public now?) would count as a twist villain. (Even if the advertisements all make it clear he’s the bad guy, within his own universe he is still considered a good guy!) Although… looking back at the twisted characters we’ve seen so far, all of them essentially come from older, more “classic” Disney films, so maybe the far shinier and more recent Disney villains won’t be “twisted” so soon?? 🤔 That’s just me speculating though!

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #notes from the writing raven #Wish #King Magnifico #Lotso #Toy Story #Toy Story 3 #Prince Hans #Frozen

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i dont know who a writer would be who could handle it (more ignorance on my part than lack of good writers though there is that too) but i’m curious what you think a real, earned redemption could look like for jtodd and if you would even want it.

i definitely think there’s a path, esp because so much of bruce’s philosophy relies on a genuine and earnest commitment to rehabilitation and restorative justice, but i also think (and maybe i’m wrong if anyone has comics recs lmk) but i don’t think i’ve seen a comic with the hard work of reaching out and healing/moving on from the past from both bruce + co and jason

i really love his character but especially now i don’t think dc knows what it wants to do with him so he’s in this perpetual limbo where he’s always on the edges of the batfam, a fringe black sheep member but a member nonetheless, still entangled with them

personally i would love either way but i wish dc would either separate him and let him do his own thing that’s not just punisher lite or really actually go through the process of making amends and fully integrating with the crew, learning to love and trust again and all that

omg this really got away from me so apologies for just word vomiting in your asks but yeah im curious dc puts you in charge of j todd’s next big character arc, what would you do with him

i don’t think that’s ignorance — dc is not known for hiring writers who can include and explore complex themes in their comics lol

personally i think the easiest way to trigger a redemption arc for jason would be take him away from the batfamily and force him to interact with other villains, specifically amanda waller and the suicide squad. task force z came kinda close to this, but didn’t push the concept far enough imo. jason’s interactions with black mask were some of the best parts of utrh — i want to see his ideology be questioned by people who do the exact same things as him, and are fully aware that they’re selfish and destructive.

the truth is that while jason is acting out and murdering people, he’s still bound to bruce. he is autonomously making decisions, but fundamentally he is choosing to stay. he’s choosing to be tethered. he’s choosing to care. seeing the indentured recruits of the suicide squad would be confronting to him.

i don’t think the happy family fanon dynamic will ever be possible without ruining every included character simultaneously, but that’s okay. that’s not what jason truly wants anyway.

specifically, i don’t think he’ll ever be able to work with bruce, which is why i find the jason + dick dynamic so interesting. you’re right — bruce’s fundamental mission is about restorative justice, and he would continue to reach out. dick, however, is a realist, and is extremely protective and territorial of the people in his care (tim, damian, the titans, etc) all of whom jason has hurt. jason has been shown on page to respect dick and his position, and simultaneously think he’s pathetic because he refuses to lose control.

for me ideally, he’d be someone on the very outskirts. i feel like dick and babs would be his point of contact — dick because he’s keeping an eye on jason, and babs because she has way less hangups about working with killers. otherwise? i think he’s lost the chance to properly bond with anyone who knew before he died. that’s the risk he took when he decided to become the red hood. that’s the tragedy.

but to be perfectly honest, the most restorative thing jason could do would be to leave the game entirely, and relearn how to live.

#jason todd #dc comics #dick grayson #batfam #the ask and the answer

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royal-wren · 1 year

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A continuation/part two to my favorite/lesser known Hermes epithets because I am a fool and forgot some or found more.

Hermes Psykhostasia - Weigher of souls (lives) or One who weighs souls (lives). In a mix of fulfilling his duty as a guide to all souls and being present before and after death while also being the messenger of Zeus, this aspect shines through. He carries out the will of both the Moirai and Zeus at times and in others he alone holds sway over the decision. Whichever ker (keres) was heavier (to the point of tipping the scales) was the one to die between the two individuals.

Hermes Panepóptēs - All-Observing. It's an epithet I can run with mainly found in the PGM

Hermes Kêryx - Herald of the Gods or Crier for a more rudimentary translation. It's a fairly interesting epithet in regards to naming Hermes as the son of Demeter (identified with Maia). In this specific incarnation, he has special control over the winged Keres in-flight into and out of Demeter Pandora, personified wine-storage jars blamed for all of the ills of humans, where only Hope lingered at the rim.

Hermes Hippios - Of the Horses. Hermes Hippokourios - Horse Tender. Though a rare aspect of his, he does connections with horses in a manner similar to Athene and Artemis. One of his famous sons was known for his skill when it came to handling horses, especially for races. He is also known for gifting the Dioskouroi with their horses and driving the chariot of Hades whenever Persephone enters or departs the underworld. Anyone that owned horses would pray to Hermes so they would thrive and for their increase.

Hermes Araoia / Hermes Araios - The Ram. One of the oldest attestations of the god is found in the Linear B inscriptions at Pylos and Mycenaean Knossos. With this epithet in mind, depictions of Hermes with sheep/ram horns would be fairly appropriate and a part of his appearance I see from time to time.

Hermes Kranaios - Of the Fountain? Of Springs. I know this one was on the last one but I really spaced on getting into why I love and appreciate it. It's a spring/nature sanctuary, one that ties him to water/rivers and what is heavily associated with deities that heal/can heal??? springs and pools of water!!!

Sources:

Weighing iconography of love in classical and early hellenistic art: considering allusions and metaphor in images of Aphrodite balancing Eros by Hannah Lisbeth Jones

L. D. Caskey, J. D. Beazley, Attic Vase Paintings in the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston

πανεπόψιος

Aischylos and the Trojan cycle: The lost tragedies by Ioanna Hadjicosti

Porphyry: On Abstinence from Killing Animals translated by Gillian Clark

Kerykes wikipedia entry

A Replica of the Hermes Propylaios by Alkamenes Found at Qasr Al-Hallabat by Ignacio Arce

Mycenaean Divinities

Where I pulled Hermes of the Fountain from as well as Hermes of the Springs

Kretan cult and customs, especially in the Classical and Hellenistic periods: a religious, social, and political study by Carolyn Schofield

Burning bulls, broken bones: sacrificial ritual in the context of palace period Minoan religion by Robert James Cromarty

Hermes Favor: Dioskouroi

“Dearest to be Man's Companion”: Hermes, Divine Aid, and Agency by David Chou

The link is down for now but has more information on Hermes and his connection to horses

#hermes #hermes deity #hermes god #hellenic polytheism #helpol

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spikes-got-anger-issues · 4 months

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I recently listened to The Sit and Chat (Jake and Bradley's podcast) episode that had Kelli on it and decided to create timestamps where they talked about anything relating to MM, LR, or LR:EF

But seriously go watch it for yourself, it was neat listening to Kelli talk about her life, insightful in general, and very funny!

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11:46 - 12:31 - They talk about first working with each other on LR:EF and the Lab Rats vs. Mighty Med episode

20:40 - 21:08 - Billy is briefly mentioned due to Jake mixing up where Kelli is from with where Billy is from

25:00- 26:22 - Bradley and Kelli talk about how thankful they were to be on Disney as kids and their experiences

27:16 - 28:17 - Kelli talks about starting LR and how she grew up with Bree/as Bree and was happy with her character arc and where Bree ended up

28:17 - 29:22 - Bradley points out how Kaz, Oliver, Skylar, Bree, and Chase were essentially all different characters in LR:EF compared to who they were in their original respective shows

29:22 - 30:20 - They talk about how all five of them in LR:EF were ready as lead actors but were confined down to the writing of the show and how difficult that became as the characters switched leading parts in different episodes. Bradley says that they weren't angry at each other because of this, but Jake and Kelli say that something deeper than that was going on. Jake expresses that he wished he could have done more on LR:EF

30:20 - 31:09 - (continuation of conversation above) Jake talks about how he was interested with where Oliver's character arc would go in LR:EF and didn't know what to expect going from MM to LR:EF. He said he trusted the creators of LR who went on to create LR:EF and their writing for Oliver, but quickly realized in LR:EF that it wasn't what he was expecting for Oliver (I feel so bad for Jake). He still appreciates his time on the show and being on Disney, but views that time as a transition into more serious acting

31:49 - 35:33 - Bradley talks about how funny it was that Kelli always had a difficult time hitting her mark, especially when he was directing an episode ("Sheep-Shifting")

41:09 - 42:13 - They briefly talk about how they weren't allowed to do other projects without approval after LR:EF ended while they waited to find out if the show would get a season 2 and how the holdout on that was for one year after season 1 came out. Bradley says that they weren't even told what was going to happen to LR:EF and how it just dissipated out

#I had no idea Bradley and Kelli were that close of friends and helped each other with roles #also go listen to their old podcast episode with Paris it was super funny #oh and they filmed this during the SAG-AFTRA strike so that's why they were avoiding saying the names of the shows #btw Kelli Berglund is so pretty #she also mentions that Spencer is like her older brother #disney lab rats #lab rats #lab rats elite force #mighty med #kelli berglund #bradley steven perry #jake short #Youtube

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juanarc-thethird · 1 year

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Nora realizes the sheer bankable potential of Jaune doing his Daddy Voice. Of course, it needs an official endorsement from either Weiss' half-sister Bleiss or a certain red-haired Amazon Huntress with some unspoken feelings for Jaune.

Continuation of this Part 1 -----------------

In a dark room where there is only a small lamp illuminating a small table. Siting close to the table was Nora and Pyrrha, but in the darkens a special guest that was watching.

Nora: Girls I called you here because I have a business offer for you, and I know you girls will love it.

Pyrrha: Nora, I love you. But if it's one of your pancake ideas, I'm sorry but-

Xxxxxx: Let her finish.

Pyrrha: *She looks at the person in the shadows* Sorry but who are you?

Xxxxxx: Your rival.

She comes out of the shadows showing her figure.

Pyrrha: *Confuse* Weiss?

Bleiss: It's Bleiss, you dumbass.

Pyrrha: Dumbass?!

Nora: Her name is Bleiss Schnee, Weiss twin sister, she's the black sheep of the family.

Pyrrha: I didn't know that weiss had a twin sister.

Bleiss: And I don't blame her, I'm better than her in every way and my tits are bigger.

Pyrrha: *Feeling awkward* ...Right? Um... What do you mean you are my "rival"?

Bleiss: I'm glad you asked, Nora…

Nora: Bleiss is the president of the Jaune Arc fan club. She is also the merchandise designer. She has made everything from mugs all the way to the famous body pillow of Jaune. She is also responsible for the mysterious scholarship Jaune received to enter Beacon Academy. Oh! And she has a love obsession towards Jaune. They say that she loves him too much that she is capable of killing anyone who gets in her way.

Bleiss: *Quietly* And I have.

Pyrrha: What?!

Bleiss: What?

Silence...

Nora: Anyhow, I called you two here because I have a business idea that will hit the ASMR industry like a typhoon!

Pyrrha: Um... can you elaborate, please.

Bleiss: Yeah, what the fuck is your idea?

Nora: Just listen to this…

Nora pulls out two tape recorders with headphones and hands them to each girl. They put them on and at the same time press play.

Jaune (Audio): I love you~💕

The two girls are shocked! Bleiss had a massive nosebleed, as Pyrrha screamed into her hands trying to hold back the beautiful whisper she just heard.

Nora: Are you two okay?

Bleiss: How the fuck did you get this?!!

Pyrrha: Answer now!!!

Nora: Girls, calm down. Jaune made this audio especially for this meeting. You see, the idea I have is to create personalized audios, a YouTube page, a Patron, and maybe some other type of work. But to make this a reality, I need the help of you two.

Pyrrha: But that sounds expensive.

Bleiss: *Slaps her credit card on the table* I don't fucking care what it costs! Take my fucking money!

Nora: Thank you~

Nora was going to take the card but Bleiss stops her.

Bleiss: But I need some compensation for my money.

Nora: Of course, by being part of this project you will receive your share of the profits, you will be part of the company's decisions, and you will be in charge of quality control.

Bleiss: *Smiles* I like that.

Pyrrha: Quality control? But if it's just an audio.

Bleiss: Exactly and if you help, you will be able to hear every. single. one.

Pyrrha: Every single... one?

At that moment Pyrrha slaps the table with her credit card.

Pyrrha: *With a nosebleed and a smile* Take my money!!

Nora: *Takes the cards* Thank you very much ladies, you will not regret it.

#jaune arc #jaune #rwby jaune arc #rwby jaune #pyrrha #pyrrha nikos #rwby pyrrha #rwby pyrrha nikos #bleiss schnee #bleiss #rwby bleiss #rwby bleiss schnee #nora valkyrie #nora #rwby nora #rwby nora valkyrie #rwby

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allbuthuman · 10 months

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I've seen a lot of analysis of Chuuya's character focusing on being used or controlled, and I think I see it a bit differenly than most of what I've read, so here's some of my thoughts.

Control and lack thereof is, of course, a major theme in his arc. He was made how he is against his will, had his past taken away from him, and was being used for his strength by the Sheep, before getting blackmailed to join the mafia. However, in present time, and, in my opinion, from Stormbringer and onwards, Chuuya is essentially only being controlled by his own self (excluding the vampirism, of course). Let me explain.

Chuuya, likely because of his need to cling onto his humanity, has always been people-oriented. He knows that he holds more power than most, and is therefore obligated to protect others with it. Shirase and the Sheep don't need to tell him that, even though they do. He knows and believes it himself regardless. We can see that because he acts the same even around people who don't rely on him (the Flags).

Before Stormbringer, he might have acted this way because it was instilled into him by others. Through the events of Stormbringer, Chuuya becomes more confident in his own nature. He understands Verlaine and how he ended up the way that he is, and decides that's not gonna be him. He sees Dazai trying to discard his humanity, and decides that's not gonna be him. He is gonna be his own person, and his own person is someone who puts others before himself. He describes this process himself to Verlaine, saying that even if he wanted to kill N, which he probably did, he can't do that, because he is obligated to find the truth for the sake of his dead friends. That's a decision that's focused on others, but he is the one making it, and it's important to him that he is the one making it.

From that point on, he continues to make similar choices. First of all at the end of Stormbringer, when he immediately decides on saving Yokohama from destruction instead of learning the truth about himself, and the fact that he is the one making the choice is emphasised. Dazai gives him another choice, and he doesn't even need two minutes to consider it, because, by that point, he's only staying true to who he is. The same is true for Dead Apple, when he doesn't hesitate to use corruption without knowing if Dazai is alive.

I think that if we were to pinpoint a specific point in time where this solidified in his mind, it would be right after he was tortured by N. His hallucinations fed him his own doubts and fears, and, by the point he snapped out of them and decided to fight Verlaine instead of N, he knew that, human or not, he is his own person with his own emotions and he will stay true to that. It's likely that he didn't exactly put all of this into words in his mind, but it becomes very clear when he says that Verlaine "is just an ordinary human. He gets mad, he worries... That doesn't seem to be enough for him, though". He's confused when Adam implies so, but what his words mean is that it is, in fact, enough for Chuuya.

My point is that yes, Chuuya has always used his power way more often for the sake of others than himself, but the reason he does so, the reason he allows it, is simply the fact that he is Chuuya. If he's unable to stop acting that way, which he admits that he is, it's not because others are controlling him. It's because he is who he is. Whether or not that means he is free or not is beyond the point of this post, because it's sort of a circular process, where his own will is to act for the sake of others. But I do think, for example, that he wouldn't see himself the way a good chunk of the fandom sees him.

(also this is kind of a continuation of this post, or at least related to it, so check here for more chuuya ponderings)

#chuuya would not complain about being a second choice or being left behind #not because these things are untrue but because that's neither the lens through which he sees himself nor where his arc focuses #the stormbringer reread is taking me so long because i stop and analyse everything (wouldn't have it any other way)#next up another dazai post because i had sort of a moment where thoughts fell into place #or verlaine/rimbaud post because they make me ill #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd stormbringer #chuuya nakahara #nakahara chuuya #bsd analysis

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wirtsclowning · 1 year

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Sweeter than Honey

thorfinn x gn! reader smut

minors and ageless blogs dni

cw: body appreciation, fellatio, fingering, and creampie

word count: 3.5k

note: edited it. third times the charm! (hopefully) takes place in the vinland arc

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with a heavy sigh, thorfinn plopped onto their shared bed. (name)’s arms instantly wrapped itself onto his waist.

“tough day?” (name) asked softly while pressing a kiss on the back of thorfinn’s neck.

“hmm… the sheep were acting up more than usual. had to make sure there weren’t any other animals lurking around. hild was too busy teaching the kids- i didn’t want go interrupt her” he groaned out, leaning into their tender embrace. the warmth of them quickly comforted him without needing a word to be spoken.

“have you eaten? i’ll prepare you a snack quickly.” with a quick kiss to his jaw, they unwrapped their arms and got up from the bed before being pulled back in.

“let’s leave that for another time. right now, i want to be with my lovely spouse.” he offered a sweet smile, his hand letting go of their hand before having it travel to their hips- his other hand joining in.

(name) gave a low laugh before settling themselves on their lover’s lap. their arms snaking around his neck, their lips pressing itself against his lips lovingly.

“i’ll be here for as long as you need.” were the words spoken before they fell into blissful silence with kisses being exchanged between the two. occasionally, they would lightly trace their fingers over one of his facial scars. they gazed at him lovingly before closing their eyes and kissing each one. no matter how much time this happens, the man would become flushed with the loving gesture.

deciding that two can play that game, he pulled himself away from them and moved to their neck, leaving gentle kisses along the way. his hands moving up from their hips to hold onto their waist, his thumbs rubbing in short circles.

they sighed contently, one of their hands stroking his hair as they used their other arm around his neck to gently pull him closer to them. the man’s lips curled up into a smile hearing them hum, pressing a kiss on the man’s blond hair before whispering, “i love you, finny.”

he pulled his head back to look up to his lover, “i love you more, love.” they smiled sheepishly in return, their eyes wrinkled upwards with joy.

he ran a hand through their hair, his other hand caressing their waist. in turn, one of their hand is pressed against his chest, their other on his cheek- holding him in place while they shared another kiss- this time, the kiss became heated. their tongues caressing themselves against the other. their faces flushed while heat in their lower abdomen started forming.

thorfinn broke the kiss, his lips still hovering over the other, he voiced out a groan as a grinding sensation was applied to his groin. (name) smirked coyly, pleased with themselves as they continued to grind against their husband. the latter’s hands traveled down to his lover’s hips- whom whined softly when his hand left their hair- and helped them by moving their hips.

“do you like that? if you’re too tired, we can continue later.” they asked, their movement coming to a stop before doing anything else. the man shook his head, his hands grip tightening on their hips.

“no… no. i’m fine, continue please.” he begged while nesting his head onto their neck.

with the green light, they placed both of their hands to the man’s chest and gently pushed him down onto the bed. understanding what they are non-verbally jesting at, he pushed himself further up the bed, unbuckled his belt and took off his tunic- along with the undershirt. his lover followed him onto the bed and climbed onto his lap once he settled.

it wasn’t the first time they had done this, their first was the night of when thorfinn asked them to marry him. still, they took their time to admire his body. his scars littering his body, the imperfections that they grew to love and admire. they were a statement, saying ‘i’ve been through terrible shit but i was able to pull through despite the odds and better myself’- at least, that’s how they view it. they mentioned it to thorfinn once, the man only shook his head, let out a low laugh with a soft smile and ruffled their hair playfully, saying ‘sure, i suppose so.’

with a firm hand on his chest, they used their other hand to move the hair away that had fallen onto his face. they caressed his cheek, “relax. i’ll take care of everything. you do so much for us, let me do this for you.”

the tips of the man’s ears turned a light pink, before nodding and teasingly asking, “i trust you know what to do?”

they gave a playful scoff, “of course i do! now just stay there and enjoy yourself.” with that said, their hands dragged themselves over his chest. fingers traced over his scars, gently caressing them before leaning down and pressing a short kiss on each of them. the man wore a soft smile, his eyes soft with admiration and his cheeks sporting a pink hue.

each passing kiss, (name) traveled down his left arm. placing soft kisses before reaching his hand. the scared littered hand was rough from years of continuous use- too many scars to count. they opted to lay a soft kiss on the back of his hand, staying like this for a second or two longer than the other kisses. releasing his hand, they brought their lips back onto their lover’s chapped ones.

pulling themselves away, they sat themselves up before shifting their legs further down the bed- now almost being face to face with thorfinn’s trousers. carefully, they dragged his trousers and undergarment down his legs, freeing his half hard cock from its confinement. he let out a small gasp, not fully expecting the cool air to hit him so quickly. with a greedy smile, they gently laid one of their hands on his cock and began stroking him.

“finn… i really do hope that you don’t mind me having my fun before we start,” they bit their lip, “it’s just been so long since i’ve taken you inside my mouth.”

a soft hum left them as they recall those past events. it has been too long, since the both of them are too busy tending to their own chores, they hardly had time to engage anything other than sex. sex was amazing, but it’s just something about tending to their lovers needs first before their own that made the experience so much more enjoyable. so when both of them do have time for other things than sex, they both relish what the other has to offer.

seeing thier husband give them a small nod was all they needed to continue their erotic act. the now-almost fully- hardened cock twitched helplessly as they brought their full attention towards it. the head of his cock flushed with a deep pink, precum seeping out of the slit- his foreskin covering one fourths of his tip. although he wasn’t the biggest length wise, the mouthwatering girth truly made up for it.

teasingly, they pressed their tongue on the base of the back of his cock, having it slide up to the tip. the veins seen on his cock throbbed in great anticipation. with their lips on the tip, they used one of their hands to peel down the foreskin before swirling their tongue around the tip- cleaning up the precum it produced. the bitter taste hit their taste buds, however, they continue, not minding the taste- actually finding it arousing more than anything. they then focused their attention on dipping their head down on his cock. saliva dribbled over his girth after they pulled their head back up- their cheeks hollowing as they sucked along the way. while they began bobbing their head, their eyes looked up to peek at their husband.

with a heavy blush across his face, his jaw was hanging open as pants escaped from him. he used his hand to push the hair out of their face to get a better look at them. a shiver ran down his spine after the vibrations of a soft moan came out of his lover, it only adding to the pleasure that he is already experiencing.

pulling away for a moment, they used that time to regain their breath- as well as letting more of their saliva drip down onto his girth. they stroked his cock at a slow pace, teasing his tip by stroking gentle circles around his slit. their free hand brought itself onto his balls, fondling them with a small teasing giggle. once they had regained their breath, they impatiently brought their lover’s cock back inside their mouth.

they continued using their hand to stroke the remaining length that they couldn’t fit, using their saliva that was dripping down his cock as a lubricant. simultaneously, thorfinn allowed his hand to intertwin itself with their hair, groaning as they whimpered weakly. his head rolled backwards, his lips parted with short breathy moans escaping him. the tightened on his groin increased, with each stroke further increasing the sensual sensation each time. they kept a watchful eye on him, although they can’t see his face, they can still see what effect they are having on him. his chest rose up and down from all the panting, small shimmers of sweat radiating from his skin could be seen and, the one that tied it all together, the hardened grip he had on their hair.

meeting his breaking point, he clenched his teeth, his cock twitched inside their mouth before a string of his load shot out of him. groaning loudly, the man brought his attention back to his lover. a surprised muffled gasp rang out of them, bringing their head back up, using their hand to clean up their face from the cum escaping their lips. teasingly, they made eye contact with him, before dragging their fingers into their mouth. they closed their mouth, sucking off his load from their fingers- giggling when he looked at them in awe.

slipping their fingers out of their mouth with a small pop, they sat up, “let’s let the fun begin, shall we?”

they started with their tunic, trousers, under shirt and lastly their undergarments. discarding the clothing to the side, they climbed on top of him, eagerly pressing their lips over his, the blond man following suit. he instantly tasted himself on their tongue, a hum of arousal erupted from him as he deepened the kiss. the man got a hold of their hips. directing them over his cock, firmly pressing them down to have both of their sexes pressing up against the other. (name) moved their hips to grind on top of his, a small muffled mewl releasing itself into their lover's mouth. each of their sexes grinding against the other as each of them tried to gain friction from one another.

releasing themselves from their shared kiss, they sat up and lifted their hips. thorfinn stared at them, his heart pounding fast with excitement for what is to come. with a moan, they carefully inserted the still moist finger inside themselves. they then added another finger, easing them with the stretch it provided. though it was nothing compared to their lover’s cock. they moved their fingers, scissoring themselves as an attempt to stretch themselves further.

he watched them intently, his once soft cock hardening once more. one of his hands left their hips and found it’s place on their sex, stroking it to see how they reacted. a pitiful moan fell from their lips as they buckled their hips forward- needing him to touch them more.

a small laugh escaped his lips, “you’re being so needy~” running his fingers to rub against their sex once more, with much more intensity than the first time. a whine came out of his lover at this, slipping another finger inside of them and rocked their hips forward.

mixtures of moans and pants slipped out of them as they thrust their fingers inside of themselves repeatedly, their head hanging down as their half lidded eyes looked at the man underneath them. his hand still on their sex, the man increased his speed, watching as his lover cried out in pleasure.

“sh- shit… thorfinn…~”, they felt him using his other hand to take out their fingers before replacing them with his. they bit their lip, shutting their eyes as a whine made it out of them. they buckled their hips towards his hands- placing their hands behind them to balance themselves. his thick fingers curled inside of them before thrusting them in and out of them, the man feeling his lover grinding their hips further onto his hands.

“ohh! thorfinn! just like that!,” their hips moved frantically, them now riding his fingers while he kept stroking their sex. their eyes wandered up, finding themselves fixated on the ceiling as they felt an orgasm about to roll by, “mmm…~ thorfinn- i’m… i’m going to cum! oh- oh fuck!~”

he felt his fingers being clenched around, a small moan escaping him. carefully, he removed both his hands from them; them giving him a tired moan, their hips trembling slightly before coming to a halt.

“i…” they panted, soon shifting their hips to be right above his cock, it standing up- a slight curve could be seen from (name)’s point of view, “fuck- i can’t wait any longer! i need you inside me right now…”

as they carefully lowered themselves eagerly on his cock, their body trembled with delight. pants escaped from their parted lips, the same could be said with the man underneath. his rough hands found their way to their hips, squeezing them when they fully sheathed themselves onto him. they stayed still, wanting to savor the feeling of being filled up to the brim as the other groaned loudly as he felt them clench onto his cock.

after a few moments, they coyly pulled themselves upwards slowly, the tip of thorfinn’s girth still remaining inside them, before sliding back downwards. a small groan escaped their mouth, their hands placing themselves on top of his chest. they used their arms as support as they continued their movement, going slowly to enjoy the feeling of his cock exiting and re-entering inside them, stretching their walls in a delicious way.

“lord… how did i get so lucky,” they began, their eyes hazy with want, “being able to be with a man like you.”

a moan slipped out of his mouth, his cheeks burning red as the silky walls of his lover stroked him in a slow motion- the soft sounding slaps from their skins connected just added more fuel to the fire. his grip on their hips tightened as they began grinding onto him at a faster pace, their walls occasionally squeezing his hard cock.

“i… i can say the same thing about you“ he stared up at his lover, becoming frivolous when their lips pressing against his opened one, their tongue slipping inside his mouth

“shh… ,” they pulled away, their lips now only being connected by two small strings of saliva, “what did i say? this is your night.” they gave him a small pout, a playful one. their hips continued their movements, moans and mewls slipped from their swollen lips as their eyes watched their lover’s face twist in pleasure. his hands helped with their movement, desperately needing them to go faster.

“(name)..” he stammered, “please, i need you to go faster.”

said person nodded, cursing under their breath when they hit his cock brush up against their g-spot and obeyed his request. he bit his lip, he thrusted up his hips when they pushed their hips down, making both their hips meet halfway. seeing an opportunity, the man twisted his lover to have them underneath him. a breathless gasp escaped them as they felt one of their legs bend over his shoulder- the other wrapping around his waist- , the sharp pain from having this done so quickly had only amplified their pleasure and lust. The blond man pushed his mouth against theirs, the kiss becoming sloppy as saliva seeped from the corners of their lips. he inserted his cock back inside them, his release right around the corner.

the moans of both of them were muffled from their sloppy kiss, the sound of the wet noise coming from it and their love making drove him crazy. his trusting had increased, no longer being able to control himself. (name) pulled away from him, the room suddenly erupted with moans and pants.

“fuck…! thorfinn!,” his lover cried out, immediately sucking their lips in order to muffled their voice when his cock once again brushed up against their sweet spot- their toes curling inwards, “please! i need your cum inside me..!”

he grunted at this, biting his swollen lips and his eyebrows furrowed. his hips stilled for a moment for him to position their leg onto his waist- causing them to link both their ankles together and pull him back inside.

“don’t stop…!” they whined out, using their arms to wrap around thorfinn’s neck.

The man cursed under his breath, his forehead now pressed up against his lovers as he carefully watched how smoothly they took him. he grunted when he felt how they sucked him back inside just when he pulled out- this sensation almost becoming too overwhelming. his cock throbbing as he felt the tightening of their legs around his waist.

“thor… finn..~,” they weakly cried, “i’m… i’m going to cum.. god!~” their arms stretched along thorfinn’s back, their nails almost digging into his skin as they felt themselves getting close to their peak. their hip’s weakly grinding against his as they tried chasing their incoming orgasm.

his thrusting noticeably became sloppy, his cock throbbing much more often than it had before. “shit.. me too” he admitted, his eyes redirected themselves onto his lover’s eyes. both of their lips instantly connected, vibrations could be felt from their mouths as each of them moaned into each other. their teeth occasionally bumping into each other, resulting in groans to be let out.

feeling his peak approaching, used one of his hands to go in between their bodies and pressed up against his lover’s sex. just like earlier, he rubbed his fingers/hand up against it, the pace increasing as he felt them buckle their hips upwards.

“gah! thorfinn! fuck..!” they ripped away from their shared kiss, a lustful cry leaving them. their eyes becoming blurred, losing focus of their sight once everything felt too much for them. he buried his head onto their neck, kissing and sucking as his hips and hand tried to bring both of them to an orgasm.

he grunted, his teeth biting into his lovers’ neck, as his hip still. his cock throbbed before releasing his load into them, his hand still continuing its act. their eyes rolled back, a whiny moan ripping out of their mouth as they clenched onto his cock, their insides filled and hot with his cum.

with a last moan, they finally came undone. their legs tightened their hold onto thorfinn’s hips and their nails deliciously digging into his back.

both of them panted in unison, each trying to regulate their breathing- their chests bouncing off of each other. thorfinn was the first to recover, fixing both of them into a comfortable position. as he began to pull out, the legs wrapped around him tightened around his hips preventing him from doing so.

“don’t… don’t pull it… i want your cum to stay inside me throughout the night.” (name) tiringly mumbled.

he nodded and brought his lover closer to him as he pulled both of them to lay on their side together, only one of their legs wrapped around him.

carefully, he pulled over a woolen blanket over the two of them. they smiled lazily, getting a hold of his face and peppered his face with sweet kisses, making sure to whisper short ‘i love you’s’.

“god… i love you so much. i feel as if i don’t tell you every second, i might explode…!” they softly laughed, “i really do love you.”

the man leaned his head into their hand, turning his head to give a kiss on the palm. he hummed lightly as to say ‘me too’ causing his lover’s smile to widen before pressing a kiss on his nose.

a yawn interrupted the comfortable silence the two fell into, inevitable from how exhausting the overall day was. tears peaked out of (name)’s eyes once they finished yawning, they shifted their arm to wrap it around the man- their leg still in the same position. thorfinn used one of his hands to drag it up and down their back, a content noise dragging out of their mouth.

#thorfinn vinland saga #thorfinn #vinland saga #thorfinn x reader #vinland saga fanfic #thorfinn x gn! reader

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TW: Discussions of SA

Been thinking lately about Dennis and denial. The multiple parallels in the show of times where he refuses to accept the truth.

In the high school reunion episodes, he's unable to grasp that he wasn't king of the school, that actually he was one of the outsiders just like the rest of the gang. He denies the truth of his whole high school experience because it's easier to pretend that he's a golden god who was adored by everybody. The concept of him not being in control of every aspect of his life is alien to him.

In The Gang Gets Quarantined, he vehemently denies that he's sick, even when it's apparent that he's the worst-affected of them all. He tells the others to stay away from him, because they're the ones who are sick. The concept of him not being in control of every aspect of his life is alien to him.

A similar thing happens during the Ireland arc. Everybody knows that he has COVID except him (at least, he refuses to admit it out loud). He continually denies, denies, denies, choosing to blame it on a non-existent sheep wool allergy instead of accepting that he isn't well. The concept of him not being in control of every aspect of his life is alien to him.

Miss Klinsky. The library.

"A woman can't r*pe a guy".

"But if one thing has become abundantly clear to me today-- and it should be to all of you, as well-- is that I wasn't r*ped."

In the face of his obvious discomfort surrounding older women, the re-enactment of his assault, the accusations of his friends- he denies. How could he possibly have been taken advantage of?

The concept of him not being in control of every aspect of his life is alien to him.

#this could very easily be linked to his relationship w mac as well #his constant denial that he has feelings for his best friend in spite of the obvious truth #but i wanted to focus on the ms klinsky incident for this post #because i think dennis and his patterns of denial are so important in understanding the roots of his trauma #iasip #its always sunny in philadelphia #dennis reynolds

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In the Rebirth au I really hope Pyrrha never beats Jaune, both for comedic chances it opens up and it would give her a rival. Maybe she gets closer and closer over time but never manages to at the end. While turning out Jaune gives her the best advice everytime after their duels.

Just an idea that I’m hoping for. Really like the au and looking forward to future posts of that au.

Have a pleasant day. :)

The Teacher, and the Sudo-Student

Jaune was sitting at his desk, watching a clip of a championship fight. Analyzing, and studying the movements of the girl who just won her first championship fight. And, he judge her lacking.

He made a series of notes as he continued to watch the fighting, but stopped when his scroll went off, and he got a call from his, ‘student.’

Jaune: Hello, Pyrrha.

Pyrrha: Hey, Jaune! Did you watch my fight?

Jaune: Just finished it.

Pyrrha: And~?

Jaune: You’re foot work has gotten better; you’re more assured on where, and how to put your foot down. You need to keep working on that to the point where you don’t even notice that you’re doing it. But, still… best watch your footing.

Pyrrha: Yeah, it did feel like I overstretched myself a bit at times. Anything else?

Jaune: Yeah. You’re slow on the draw; Sure it’s a rifle, but you take too long to line up your shot.

Pyrrha: Am I? Hm… I hadn’t noticed. Any ideas how I could fix that?

Jaune: Go to a shooting range? I’m not really sure, I’m not a range fighter.

Pyrrha: You don’t have any range attacks?

Jaune: Mom’s going to teach me… I think she called it, Aura Slash? Some sort of ranged aura attack.

Pyrrha: Ohhh! That sounds cool~! Could you teach me it?

Jaune: Nope, apparently it’s a secret, Arc family technique.

Pyrrha: Well, I can think of a few ways I could jump that fence.

Jaune: …

Jaune: Back on topic: Your semblance… Use your bloody semblance!

Pyrrha: Hehehe…

Jaune: No laughing! Start training!

Pyrrha: Okay, okay! I’ll start using my semblance more often…

Jaune: Will you?

Pyrrha: Of course I will~!

Jaune: Pyrrha, I know when you’re using your, ‘smile, and wave,’ smile. Don’t use that on me missy!

Pyrrha: Shoot!

Jaune: Other than that, you’re pretty much fine.

Pyrrha: ‘Pretty much?’

Jaune: I only know about your tournament career; For all I know you’ve developed a chocolate addiction, or a sudden aversion to bacon.

Pyrrha: Well, I don’t know about the bacon bit, but I do have a but of a chocolate addiction.

Jaune: Noted.

Pyrrha: But, hey… Why don’t we get together sometime, and get to know one another better…?

Jaune: I’d like that…

Pyrrha: Really?!

Jaune: But, I’m going to, Vale for a while to do some… training, with my uncle.

Pyrrha: Oh, really? What do you think he’s going to teach you?

Jaune: Well, he’s sorta the… Black sheep of the family… So… yeah…

Pyrrha: Really? Why are you going to see him then if he has… A reputation?

Jaune: Best get training from multiple people; You learn more that way.

Pyrrha: Hmm… Fair point.

Jaune: Also I need to get away from my family. My sister’s are… getting weird.

Pyrrha: Weird how?

Jaune: I’m not gonna…

Jeanne: Jaune! Mom, needs to talk to you again about training under, Uncle Roman.

Jaune: Haa… Here we go again… Jeanne, could you keep, Pyrrha company till I’m back?

Jeanne: You’re on call with, Pyrrha? Hey, Pyrrha!

Pyrrha: Hey, Jeanne! How are you?

Jeanne: I’m good, you?

Pyrrha: I’m good, Jaune just gave me some pointers about my last fight, some pretty useful tops too.

Jeanne: Like using your semblance?

Pyrrha: Naaa… Now you’re telling me this too… Why, Jeanne why!

Jeanne: Hey, if Jaune said for you to do it, then you better do it. May save your life one day.

Pyrrha: Is this some sort of combined twin attack?

Jeanne: Yes, get used to it.

Pyrrha: Oh no… Hey, Jeanne, Jaune said you, well, the girls of the, Arc family were getting weird; Define weird?

Jeanne: Oh, he’s just upset that half of his sisters, including me want to sleep with him.

Pyrrha: Like sleep in the same bed together?

Jeanne: Nonono… We want to sleep with him~!

Pyrrha: Eh…?! Y-You mean… as in s-s-sex…?

Jeanne: Yeah… Sex~!

Pyrrha: B-But, you’re siblings!

Jeanne: Hey, it’s perfectly legal for siblings to bang. Grimm fatality rates, and all that.

Pyrrha: R-Really…?

Jeanne: Yep! Jaune sorta lost it when we said that to him. So, it’s going to be hard, but we’ll get him~!

Pyrrha: O-Okay… That’s… Good for you…?

Jeanne: Yeah… So… would you like to join us?

Pyrrha: Join you; What are you talking about?

Jeanne: Oh, come on now, Pyrrha. Don’t lie to me. I know what you want, or should I say… Who you want~!

Pyrrha: …

Pyrrha: H-How do I join…?

Jeanne: Hehehe~! Welcome to the club sister~!

#rwby #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #jeanne arc #jaune x pyrrha #pyrrha x jaune #rwby arkos #roman torchwick

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kazumist · 11 months

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EXTRA 2.5 ★ PHOTO BOOTH SHENANIGANS

FAKE IT TILL WE MAKE IT — A SCARAMOUCHE SMAU

masterpost / takes place during the arcade date in extra #2.

with the plushie that scaramouche got for you, you continued to play around the arcade until the photo booth caught his eye.

“let’s try out the photo booth, come on,” he says.

“i don't want to. don’t you know the saying about photo booths in arcades?”

“don’t tell me you believe in such stupid superstitions.” he rolls his eyes at you and makes his way to the said photo booth. “what, are we going to get constipated or something?”

“they said that we might break up.”

“what? break up?”

“you know what? nevermind. it’s not like it’s applicable to us anyways.” you changed the topic, making your way towards the photo booth as well.

“oh so now you want to try it out?”

“shut it.”

extra notes.

just a small snippet that i didnt know how to include in extra #2 itself lol

let's just say you both kept the pics you took in the photo booth

am i finally starting on the actual story episodes for their prom arc? no. will i start writing it this week? maybe. am i going to post more extras now? yes

synopsis.

what happens when scaramouche, your rival since the first year of highschool, had some annoying admirers on his back? easy—he (fake) dates you to shoo them off. nothing can possibly go wrong with faking a relationship with the guy you hate, right?

spoiler: apparently, a lot can go wrong.

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#( smau — fake it till we make it ! )#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin smau #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #scaramouche smau #wanderer smau #scaramouche #wanderer #x reader

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bonearenaofmyskull · 3 months

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Yeah, I saw the reblog and naturally it made me curious, if you wanted Clarice to save Will obviously you also wanted Will to be away from Hannibal otherwise what's the meaning of saving here? You also said her role will be like Abigail who would now pull Will out of his darkness so everything indicated a future where we see hannigram being separated from each other and we don't really have a problem with that at all.

Thank you for the polite question. I'll do my best to explain.

So first of all, don't worry yourself with what I want from the narrative. I absolutely have biases, the same as everyone else, but most people I meet don't think the way I do, and I don't really know to shore up where the discrepancy lies. In short, no, I do not think that saving Will from Hannibal necessarily means that they need to be separated from each other (or that I want that): in my mind, if Will's really saved, then he could withstand Hannibal's worst moral onslaught even if he were in close proximity. If he needs distance, then he's still morally vulnerable, and that's not really saved, is it? And that kind of explains what I mean by "saved."

Therefore, I don't equate "saved" with Will not having a relationship with Hannibal. We don't see these things the same way. As you see it, if Will is "saved," there's no Hannigram, but that's a non-sequitur: it doesn't necessarily follow. It's possible that Will could theoretically be free from Hannigram and not be saved, and, conversely, he could be saved and still have Hannigram. These are separate things, and either prospect simply requires a different type of writing to make it happen.

The show has already established--quite firmly--that Will's rejection of Hannibal is not sufficient to put Hannibal off, and it's already shown a season of them officially "broken up" where they're not really broken up at all. Being separate from Hannibal is not really a recipe for being saved from him. It didn't work when Will had a wife and kid and dogs and a wilderness home and everything he ever wanted in life, and that's because saving, for Will, is something that has to happen on the internal landscape of his mind with how he relates to the world, Hannibal, and most importantly, with himself.

This idea also assumes that Hannibal himself is immutable as a character, that he can't adjust his worldview to accept a version of Will that isn't the sheepdog wanting to savage the sheep. That's a really risky assumption in a show where the main theme is about transformation. When I made my post about Hannibal's baptism, this is the question that I was posing. I don't know where change would take Hannibal, but I very much can't assume that change is off the table in this regard. All of Hannibal's significant changes have been because of Will, and to some extent, Abigail. Clarice would stand positioned to take up Abigail's missing role in at least some ways, so whatever she may do to change Will, she may also do to change Hannibal. Whatever those things may be, she needs that level of power over the narrative if she's able to come into it at all.

So change, whether we call it saving or something else, is something that's on the table for both men.

Now, I'm actually with you in some ways in the sense that it's hard to see the show's dynamic going forward if Will gets to a point where he's saved, as in done, past tense, it's over, no more changing. So it being done implies the end of Will's character arc. And that implies the end of the show--the intended end, not the Cliffening. Will's the main character, and I don't see the show continuing without him, especially with the rights issues and precariously small amount of show that we might get even if they were able to bring it back in any meaningful way.

So from the point of view of "saved" implying an end to the character change, it does imply an end to the show. But that end could mean anything: maybe he dies. Maybe Hannibal dies. Maybe Clarice dies. Maybe they ALL die, muahaha! With that in mind, I don't see Will being saved as necessarily being indicative of Hannibal and Will being split up: as the S3 deleted post-credits scene implied, there's a version of ending the show where they're together in death, forever.

And that doesn't mean that I even think they're going to die, any one of them. I'm just pointing out that Will's "saving" as an ending leaves the show with any version of Hannigram or no Hannigram that it wants to leave. The possibilities are endless.

For all these years that I've written about Hannibal, since literally season 1, what Clannibal shippers have always wanted in some form was for Will to clear out of the story in some way to make room for Clarice and Hannibal to be together, on the show, so that they could see their ship in action. I can relate to this desire, but I don't think it can happen by Clarice "saving" Will from Hannibal. Because if that happens, then it isn't that Hannigram is over...it's that the show is.

#bear answers #hannibal meta #hannibal #s4 speculations #clannibal #clarice starling #hannibal lecter #will graham #hannigram

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thepaintedlady00 · 6 months

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Nepenthe

Character Intro | Chapter 2

Chapter One: The Hanged Man

TW: blood, gore, some very intrusive and vividly dark thoughts about murder killing and so on, this ones gonna be a dark fic so if that's not something you're into steer clear y'all! But, all in all, first chapters pretty tame for the Dark Urge character. I'm going with a Durge that slightly differs from game Durge as she always has a hesitancy to killing and actively "fights" her dark urges from the start which isn't how I feel the in-game character was potrayed, but it's how I wanna do this series so 🤷‍♀️, I also really wanna let everyone know I'll be taking some creative liberties with the story and I'll be making the villains a bit more "redeemable" (mostly Gortash) they'll all still be the villains and they'll still do the evil shit but with Gortash in particular I wanna add some hints of regret and remorse for his wrong doings so I can give the asshole a happy ending! Because I am a whore for redemption arcs and happy endings! 😅😂

nepenthe • \nuh-PENTH-ee\ • noun. 1: a potion used by the ancients to induce forgetfulness of pain or sorrow; 2: something capable of causing oblivion of grief or suffering.

I had been called many names. Thief. Urchin. Whore. Murderer. Assassin. Monster. Demon. They all held some modicum of truth; after all, how else was one such as myself supposed to live? I bore no family name and held no lands or titles. All I had was a dagger and the blood on my hands. All I had to guide my path… To help me understand who… What I was was but an ember. A word whispered on hushed, fearful tongues.

Bhaalspawn.

It was a myth. Some horror story told by parents to keep their children in line. I knew there could be no truth in it… knew there could be no chance of it being a reality. I'd hunted down every piece of evidence I could over the years, and all of it told the same story. The spawn of Bhaal were long dead - all of them.

I could not be this. And yet the word echoed in me, rattling against my skull almost as loudly as the call for blood. And so, I continued hunting this rumor to the ends of Faerun. Hunting and hoping and killing and running. It was a hideous, pathetic life, but it was all I had. All I'd ever have if I stopped searching now.

Most would find the prospect of being some murderous creature horrifying. Most would have stopped searching when it became possible, but they didn't have this hunger. They didn't feel their skull burning, their whole being screaming for blood. They weren't like me.

From my rooftop perch above the city, I watched the people live their boring little lives. The marketplace was full of bodies, bags of flesh and bones and blood, hurrying and shouting and laughing without a care in the world. Sheep. A pen of them, mindlessly baaing to one another, completely unaware of the wolf lurking above them.

How I longed to leap down from that roof, to slither in what shadows I could find and circle them. My mouth went dry as my heart began to race in my chest. All sound faded, replaced by the symphony of rushing blood and beating hearts. I'd pick the one furthest from the group, the blacksmith. He smelt of salt and metal, a large man with a round belly that was practically begging to be sliced open. The edges of my vision darkened as I stared into the forge. He looked strong, but he'd be slow - much slower than he'd need to be to kill me before I did him. It would be easy.

My body drifted forward, leaning over the ledge of the rooftop. Every inch of me hummed as my fingers wrapped around the hilt of my dagger. So easy… Giggling children broke me from the dark fog. They ran through the streets together, playing whatever games normal little children play, as their families watched with a bright look. I'd studied that look often, how they smiled and their faces creased with joy. It was a look I had never known.

I remembered then the simple house with the green door. I remembered how it looked splattered with their blood - blood that oozed between the floorboards and dripped down the steps. The humming of bloodlust ebbed inside me as I pictured the bodies that littered the cobbled path to the house. Their eyes were dull and lifeless, not a spark of that bright thing… Not a spark of anything. The last one still breathing had crawled back inside, not strong enough to run but still not weak enough to just lay and die.

When I'd followed after her, dagger in hand and blood dripping from me like rain, she'd looked at me with a dark expression. Disappointment mingled with fear and disgust. That was the look I knew, the one she'd always looked at me with. As I got closer, the woman who called herself my mother spat her blood at me and growled out one last word before I watched her bleed out, "Monster."

That house - my house - had been the first. The first time, I'd let the hunger, the insatiable thoughts of bloodshed, win. The family I massacred that day had been my own, but I never regretted killing them, not for one moment that followed. They'd only been the first of many… Too many.

My rancid blood whispered to me: kill, kill, and kill again. This body of mine craved only death. Not my own, but that of others - everyone. In the beginning, I'd hoped it would fade, yet with each death, each lifeless body I left behind, the hunger only grew. The longing to kill again was never far from my mind, and it terrified me.

What kind of person… What sort of thing had this urge? A dark, twisted urge so powerful it consumed me, possessed me until I satisfied it with the blood and death it craved. My lungs filled with the cool city air, and the blurred edges of my vision slowly faded, replaced by the pain at the base of my skull growing as the urge festered, unsatisfied.

A heavy sigh echoed beside me as the rooftop shingles shifted under the unpredictable steps. "Restless already, young Master?"

"I just…" My mouth tasted rancid, the intrusive desire to snap my teeth down on my own tongue making the words difficult to get out.

"Which of the lovely little sheep calls to you this time?" He hummed, turning his head to look out into the crowd with an almost gleeful smile. "The baker?" He giggled, jumping in excitement. "No! The shopkeep! He looks like he'd make a particularly fascinating corpse!" Turning, his beady eyes bore into mine again as he examined my expression. "Not him either? One of the children, perhaps?"

"No!" I bit out, trying not to linger on how that prospect appealed to me. "The blacksmith."

The Butler turned his head eagerly and wiggled his fingers, clacking his claws against the shingles. "Oh, excellent! He'll be no match for you, my dear Master. So big and slow, with a copious amount of blood and viscera to work with. A most excellent choice indeed!"

My hands clenched and unclenched at my sides as I forced my lungs to fill with the fresh air. "I'm not killing him. I'm not killing anyone."

"Not this again," The Butler chided. "Young Master, you must–"

"You do not tell me what I must or mustn't do!" My voice was low but a whisper in the wind, but Sceleritas heard it. He heard it as though I'd screamed it at the top of my lungs. For a fleeting second, it looked as though he'd been hurt by my words and my dismissal of him. With a sigh, I shook my head and knelt beside him. "Sceleritas…"

He made a tsking noise and combed his claws through my hair, delicately brushing it back into place. "I live to serve you, young Master. Whether it leads to glorious blood and viscera or not, I live to serve."

I held his hand for a moment. "Thank you."

"I do wish you'd be true to yourself," he said carefully. "But, if you wish to fight your urge, I'll bite my tongue and let you make your own mistakes."

"Sceleritas," I scolded with a half smile.

He quickly shut his lips tightly and bowed. "Since we're not killing anyone, may I inquire as to what we're doing among the sheep?"

Rolling my eyes at his theatrics, I looked back out to the crowd. "Rumor has it this city has been plagued with worshippers of Bhaal. People -" Sceleritas gave me a confused look. "The sheep," I clarified, earning a toothy grin from him. "Are saying there's an old temple somewhere nearby."

"And you intend to find it?" He asked, pride and mischief filling his tone.

"If anyone will have answers for me, it'll be them." I looked down at the odd little goblin-like creature that had been by my side since I first woke, covered in blood. He had leathery skin and a small hat lined with the bones of a snake I'd killed. He kept his clothes neat, even amongst the blood. Sceleritas was still quite the mystery, and everything about him, right down to how his beady eyes watched me with that sparkle of darkness and his claws clicked together as he idly thrummed his fingers together, making it seem like he knew more than he let on. "Unless you, dear butler, know anything about this temple?"

His hands splayed across his chest as his mouth fell open in surprise. "Why, me? Young Master, I've been ever at your side! I know only what you do."

Narrowing my eyes, I watched his lips turn upward in a grin. "Hmm, we'll see."

"Enough chatter!" He plopped down on the rooftop, kicking his feet over the ledge. "You hurry on with your questioning. I'll be waiting right here when you're done."

"I'll be back before nightfall," I assured him, lifting my hood.

"Of course you will. Unless… perhaps, you find a worthwhile distraction," he said, eyes turning away from mine to stare down at the blacksmith, whose full belly jiggled as he laughed.

That longing hum… That dark urge made my head swim for a moment. Kill him, it demanded. Break his bones! Bathe in his blood! Take his life, for it is yours to take! I shook my head and quickly turned away. "I will be back before nightfall."

"As you say, dear Master."

I dropped into a dark alley, my ill-fitted boots doing little to save my knees from feeling the force of the ground solidly meeting my feet. The alley stank with piss and rotting food, a stench that hung over the poorer districts. It was stripped bare of the fragrant roses and perfumers of the upper city. Stripped of everything, with people still demanding more be taken in the name of their lords and ladies and their fine parties and expensive silks.

Baldur's Gate. A beacon of hope and second chances. So many poured through the city gates with those big eyes, spilling with joy and relief, and it would be those eyes I'd see months later devoid of all that sparkle. Joy is a difficult thing to nurture when you're starving and flea-ridden. Baldur's Gate. The city where any and all are welcome to live and create a new life for themselves. A lie.

As I stepped over the multitude of beggars that no longer whispered pleas my way or anyone else's, I held onto that bitter feeling that had festered since I'd stepped foot here. My hands bore the blood of thousands, innocent and guilty alike, but even I was above the cruelty of this city. I was a killer, to be sure, but this city… The cursed Baldur's Gate was just as much a killer as me. At least I didn't pretend to be something else.

I moved among the crowd, ignoring that tingle that sent shivers up my spine at the sight of so many opportunities to slit someone's throat or tear their stomach open. Keeping my head down and my hood high, I kept my feet steadily moving. "You hear about this, uh… Shipment… That arrived late last night?"

"Which one?" The butcher replied, trying not to seem so interested. I slowed, lifting an eye towards them as they stood beneath the canopy of the butcher's stall.

"The metals," the twitchy man continued. "The ones that went straight to that abandoned church."

In one quick slash, the butcher's blade buried into the wooden board before him, slicing clean through the thick red meat. "What 'bout it?"

The twitchy man scratched his neck. "Rumor has it one of the smugglers is a madman. Er'yone that's seen 'im says he's makin' some kinda beast."

"A beast 'O metal?" The butcher laughed, waving off the man with a slab of meat in his hand. "Yer nutty if you believe that! Now get out me stall! Scarin' away payin' folk with yer twitchin'."

I watched them bicker for a moment longer before the twitching little man scurried away. Gossip and rumors were prevalent on the streets, necessary for anyone with no money to their name. Information was just as valuable as gold, but using such currency often required more than one's word. Proof came in various shapes and sizes. Eyewitness, a crumb of physical evidence, or even mentioning names… People higher up on the social ladder than anyone dwelling here. This system served me well. Though plagued by the constant urge to maim and dismember, my mind held information like a vault.

As I walked the streets, it quickly became apparent the well of gossip revolved around some useless arms dealings. I half listened, filing their names and the vague details away in my head while changing my path. If I wanted more than the current babblings today, I'd need to go to the source.

Baldur's Gate held many rivers that information flowed through. The servants working in the Upper City would flow down from those rich establishments and find whatever little pocket of people they belonged to. Taverns, inns, brothels, all little wells collecting information like buckets. Wells that I found most useful in my hunt for the truth. Past the layers of boring city gossip of who fucked who or who wore what lay the drops I required - the drops that would finally satiate my thirst. It was a simple matter of extracting such.

The Elfsong Tavern was bustling with people and flowing with drinks. It was a gem of the Lower City, though its outward appearance did not reflect anything grand or unique. It had ale and wine and clean rooms, which was enough for most people. The chatter that met my ears was akin to that of insects. I brushed past everyone else and quietly stood beside the bar, waiting for a cleaning to speak with the elf behind it.

The barkeeper and owner of the tavern was a soft-faced half-elf, Alan Alyth. He had dark hair and light in his eyes, still hopeful of his future within this city. Unlike the other patrons, he heard everything and saw all, and he wouldn't waste my time with idle chatter. Alan knew nothing about me, but he knew how much I hated talking.

Our eyes locked as the bodies cleared away from him, and he sighed. "What can I get for you?"

"I heard a rumor about Bhaal worshippers and a ruined temple."

Nodding, the elf wiped up a spill. "Few nights ago, two men came in spouting about it."

I set a single coin down on the bar. "I need the details."

Alan examined me for a second but took the coin and continued to speak, "Dunno much, but they said they believed the entrance to this temple or whatever was somewhere near the docks."

Without a word of thanks, I turned and exited the establishment, my feet moving quickly and my heart pounding steadily in my chest. I longed for this to be the one - for this rumor to lead me somewhere. The docks were even busier than the tavern, with shipments coming in and out, people selling fish right out of the barrels, and captains and crews inspecting their vessels.

I could catch a ride on one of the ships, I thought. It would be easier to sail away from this horrible city and find a secluded place to live the rest of my days alone. Still, the nagging feeling wouldn't go away no matter how far I sailed. I would still always wonder what I was… If I belonged anywhere.

I remained near the docks, listening, watching, and even searching for hidden doors or loose stones that could have contained a clue, a hint even. There was nothing. No talk of Bhaalists or odd symbols. Nothing but the stench of fish and the annoying voices of the sheep. As the sun set, it became increasingly clear that this had been another dead end.

Waste of time, I scowled as I walked the now clear paths of the dark city. It'd been foolish of me to believe that anyone would have anything of substance. Why would idle gossip lead me to some long-lost hidden temple? It was foolish. Hopeful.

My body roared with disappointment and anger. The feeling of it made my skin itch and my limbs ache. Curse that damned hope, I thought as I neared the rooftop where the butler would be waiting. I felt more breathless with each step, a sickening feeling washing over me as the edges of my vision swam with shadows.

Don't fight it, that dark part of me urged. The bellows of nearby fire sparked in my ears, accompanied by the clash of steel. I sucked in a deep breath, halting my steps to try and regain control of my thoughts - of my own hands as they shook. Give in. A tang of ash and a tingling of metal filled my mouth. Give in to yourself. I stumbled, my feet shuffling of their own accord away from the rooftop towards the hazed orange light.

Kill.

My fingers curled around the hilt of my dagger.

Kill.

My body hummed as the heat of the fire washed over my face.

Kill.

My lips curled up in a happy, satisfied smile.

The stone ceiling of the blacksmith's workshop was coated in billows of dark smoke and embers. They danced along the top of it for a moment, sparkling and crackling before being swept up in the midnight breeze and lifted out the tall open windows. My chest heaved with each breath, the air tasting sweet as I drew it deep into my lungs. I felt lightheaded, exhilarated, and satisfied. My mind felt clear for the first time in weeks, and my skull didn't throb.

The sensation of thick, sticky liquid rolling down my neck pulled me from the enjoyment and relief. I lifted my hands to touch it but found them to be wet. All at once, my mind became my own again, and the sweetness of the air suddenly became heavy with blood. My fingernails dug into the skin of my neck as quiet whimpers filled my throat.

"Oh, how inspired!" Sceleritas purred with gleeful claps. "Artistry as always, my dear Master!"

My neck strained as I lowered my eyes to the corpse I straddled. The blacksmith lay lifeless beneath me, utterly unrecognizable. His eyes, filled with playful mirth and pride this morning, were now raw pits of exposed blood and muscle. The dark hair that once filled his head was scorched off, still smoking and singed with embers. One of his arms had been torn off, hanging from his anvil where the hand had been bludgeoned until the bones turned to dust. Long, intricate cuts lined his remaining arm and torso, leading to the gaping hole in his stomach. His insides were strewn about the room, hanging like dripping vines. And there, plunged into one of the many stab wounds in his chest, my dagger gleamed in the firelight.

I wanted to throw up, to scream and deny, but all I could do was sit there and stare. A prideful feeling simmered in my gut, finding beauty in the gore surrounding me. It was wrong… Beyond wrong… It was demented, deranged, sickening. Yet the feeling remained just like it always did. Sceleritas dug my dagger out from the blacksmith's chest and smiled as he held it out to me with a bow. Then, he noticed my grip on my neck and quickly tutted.

He placed my dagger back in my sheath and gently pried my hands from my skin. He dabbed the angry welts left by my fingernails with a small cloth. "I'm a monster…" I whispered.

Sceleritas' claws poked my cheek as he forced me to look at him. "You are perfect, Master." He combed his fingers through my hair, tucking it from my face. "Absolutely, positively perfect."

I closed my eyes, fighting back tears as the surrounding houses awoke, likely coming to see what the noises had been. They'd come, they always did, and they'd find me covered in the blood of an innocent man, a friend even. From there, things would be exactly as they always were. I'd be forced to flee, vanish, and always be apart like the rest of the monsters.

"Come, we must go," Sceleritas whispered, moving to check the streets.

With quivering breaths, I blinked away tears. What was the point of fighting if the urge would win out eventually? What was the point of any of this fucking life? Pushing myself to my feet, I wiped my hands on my shirt, as if it'd help clean them of blood, before turning to follow Sceleritas when a blink of movement caught my eye.

There, standing in the doorway to the home attached to the workshop. His eyes were fixed on the body, the guts that hung from the room, filled with fear and despair at the sight of the larger man's lifelessness. Guilt and disgust warred within me against the satisfied bloodlust and pride. The child's lips quivered as tears began to stream down his cheeks. "Pa…"

Sceleritas' hands gently wound around my arms, tugging me away from the pitiful scene I had orchestrated. "Away, young Master. Come away."

The streets blurred together as I followed Sceleritas' sure-footed steps. I could hear the angry shouts and the calls for justice as the sheep turned to wolves. Tears burned my eyes as I considered stopping and submitting to my fate. I deserved it. I deserved to be torn apart just like I'd torn the blacksmith apart or any of the others before him. I was a monster.

Sceleritas turned then and slid to a halt just beneath an old archway. He scrambled, clawing the debris and dirt away from the small sewer cover. "This way!" He hissed. "We will find safety with the others!"

"With the others?"

"The worshippers of the Lord of Murder, of course!"

"You knew where it was from the start," I bit out, glaring at the creature.

"We haven't the time for this conversation, Master. Quickly! Come!" He screeched, desperately waving me towards the sewer entrance.

The ground shook with the rushing footsteps of the mob, a thundering anger filling the air like lightning. Grinding my teeth together, I slid through the small, dark opening and landed in the muck. The butler followed close behind, closing the opening just as quickly as he'd uncovered it. I could see the shadows of the mob pass overhead.

Sloshing through the putrid liquid, Sceleritas kept moving forward. I glared at him, using my anger to ignore how the smell burnt my nose and threatened to choke the air from my lungs. "Where are we going?"

He turned, teeth glistening in the low light. "You wished to find the temple, did you not?"

I followed him a few feet forward, watching as he flicked his clawed fingers, and an array of resting magic forced the stones ahead to part, revealing the ruins behind it. Sceleritas bowed, gesturing towards the opening. "After you, young Master."

The dark path forward appeared to be part of the city once, blocked off and locked away… Left to crumble and decay. The air hung heavy with a feeling of hopelessness, death whispers filling every crack and corridor. I followed what paths I could, weaving past fallen stone and broken statues. What had it looked like in its prime? I wondered as we passed through one intact doorway.

Stones shifted beneath quick feet, alerting me to the presence of others surrounding me. The darkness had eyes that watched me as I continued to the second door. If whatever creatures took issue with my presence, they didn't make it known. I could feel Sceleritas' excitement. "Friends of yours?"

"Friends of yours, Master," he replied. "Soon to be subjects if all goes to plan."

I turned my head to glance at him, so many questions wanting to rise from my throat, but none of them could. How many years have you led me astray? I wondered. How long was spent pulling at my strings for this plan?

A shallow river of sewage split the large room in two, forcing me down the right-hand path that looked to have been patched up with wood scraps. Whoever it was that had taken up residence here had clearly put work into trying to remain inconspicuous. The twists and turns should have confused me, but my feet felt steady… Like I already knew the way.

As I stepped out into a larger clearing, the stench of sewage faded slightly. Water trickled from cracks above, and the ruins grew more solid. "This was the Undercity," I observed, peering up the old stairs that had long been barricaded off.

Sceleritas stood beside a circular platform, flicking his fingers again and lighting two hanging braziers. "A wretched place." He hummed carefully. "But, like most ruins, it wasn't always such." Waving his hand, I could see a marvel in his eyes. "It was a glorious temple once. A place of the highest caliber! Worshipers would come from near and far to pay homage, and many found a home here."

"What happened?" I asked, a wave of solemn sorrow softening my voice.

Sceleritas shook his head with a bitter sneer on his lips. "Many things. The worshipers of Bhaal have been culled many times throughout the ages."

"Like the Bhaalspawn." I shook my head and looked at the butler with teary eyes. "Is that what I am?"

"You are-"

"Perfect," I interrupted him. "I know, you've said that before. But answer me this, please, Sceleritas?"

With a humble nod, he finally replied. "You are one of the last living Bhaalspawn. The Lord of Murder's flesh and blood."

My teeth ground together. All this time I'd spent searching, looking for answers, and the one person that had been with me from the start had them all along. "Why not tell me this from the start?"

"You were not ready then," he replied with a sigh. "You may still not be ready."

"Well, what happens now?" I asked.

Sceleritas only grinned. "You open the door."

The tall door blended in with the surrounding stone, only really noticeable but the too-perfect cracks where the two sides met, tightly sealed. As I approached, I had an itching feeling that this would not be as simple as my loyal companion made it seem. Pressing on them with my hand, nothing moved, but a voice echoed around us in a soft but powerful whisper.

"Do you have proof of your faith to our lord?"

"Proof?" I questioned with furrowed brows. "How does one present proof of faith?"

Sceleritas cleared his throat and pointed to my still-bloody dagger. "You've all the proof you need, dear Master."

I unsheathed it, grimacing at the sight of the blacksmith's blood. The image of the weeping child filled my mind. I didn't utter a word nor lift the dagger higher than my eyes, but the door saw it as if it had looked through my eyes. "A small thing, but a show of faith nonetheless. Walk in blood."

The door cracked, and the path forward appeared before me, along with a choice. I could turn back and face what I'd done. Or I could continue on this path, wherever it led me, and finally learn the truth. Sceleritas took hold of my hand and squeezed. "The choice is yours, Remora, my dear Master. I can only urge you not to run from what you are." He smiled. "I can only assure you that you are perfect, just as you are."

Bloodshed, death, murder… None of it appealed to me beyond that itch of my darker urges, but I'd killed so many. My hands were forever stained in blood, and nothing, not even facing judgment, would clean them. I'd kill again. I knew it to be true. What choice is there? I asked myself. Nothing will change unless you see this through. "It'd be a waste to turn back now." I smiled down at him and squeezed his hand back. "Besides, what would I do without my most loyal butler?"

We walked hand in hand down the decrepit staircase where the abandoned stone building came into view, nestled overtop a straight drop into nothingness. Sceleritas led me over the bridge of fallen pillars and through a low archway. I held his hand tightly in mine, using his presence as some reassurance to ease the fear and hopelessness rising in my chest. No matter what I found here, Sceleritas would be beside me. He always was.

Bright red lights illuminated as we traversed the winding, bloodstained path. Statues spoke to me, but I couldn't grasp their words beyond the sound of my heart hammering against my ribcage. The bridge stretched across, lit with fire and dark magic. Up a small set of stairs, another door stood closed. Sceleritas released my hand and skipped up the steps, turning to bow before me. "Oh, my Master! Welcome! Welcome to your royal home!"

The doors opened behind him as if on their own accord. Now or never. I ascended the stairs and walked through the doorway with my head held high. From the high ledge, I could see every corner of the room, the lights and the bodies of people gathered, but what I noticed most was the large pool of blood that stood on the opposite side of the room where a skull with bleeding eyes had been carved into the stone.

Bhaal. My father, if Sceleritas had spoken the truth. With another deep breath, I moved past the robed figures and down towards the center of this congregation. As I passed, the cultists whispered praises, words of great joy at my arrival. Sparing Sceleritas a glance, I quickly asked, "They were expecting us?"

"You, Master," he happily replied. "They've been expecting you for quite some time."

"Praised be the Lord of Murder!" One of them softly exclaimed.

An odd feeling of warmth suddenly erased the fear from my body. Never before had I been waited on… Met with soft words of joyous welcomes. They wanted me here. They felt some kind of love for me, and I enjoyed it. "They… like me?”

Sceleritas scoffed. "They adore you, Master!"

At the bottom of the steps, all the cultists bowed their heads. "Welcome home, Bhaalspawn. We have waited a very long time for this day."

"What day?"

The woman, who seemed to be the eldest, chuckled. "For you to ascend and take your place as Bhaals Chosen, of course!" She turned, gesturing to the pool of blood. "Go on, submerge yourself, and all shall be revealed."

By my side, Sceleritas urged me to go forward into the blood. My dark, featherless reflection hovered over the thick liquid. There was a moment of hesitation, a moment where I knew deep inside me that this wasn't what I wanted. Sceleritas' voice was soft as he seemed to answer my deepest fears. "Do not deny what you are, Remora. For it is beautiful, beloved, holy. You are perfect, just as you are."

I took the first step, giving into the deepest desire to be loved and accepted. Maybe this was the only way for something like me to achieve such. Maybe this was always what I was meant for. As the blood enveloped me, I felt warm… Safe… Powerful. Flashes of bodies torn apart and skulls growing from trees filled my vision. "Child of blood, go forth with divine purpose."

When I emerged again, the first thing I heard was Sceleritas clapping. Then, all that stood before me bowed. "All hail Bhaal's Chosen!"

This was my future - my life. All the years I'd spent trying to be anything other were wasted. Thief. Urchin. Whore. Murderer. Assassin. Monster. Demon. All those years of fighting, scraping, bowing, resisting… It had all been futile. This was what I was, who I was. Bhaalspawn.

Bhaal's Chosen.

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