alloganes

[alloganes]

❝    i didn’t need your help.    ❞    it is not a response borne from disrespect or insolence,  but rather apathy.    their shoulders rise,  fall,  lungs struggling to find deadened breath before the adrenaline and thrill finally begin to wear off.    the abyss,  too,  abstains from it’s momentary joy,  silencing it’s call to slaughter.    shifting,  pressing against their aching ribs,  they feel it sigh,  disappointed by yet another night without death.    ❪    as if it would’ve meant anything.    after all,  what use would their deaths make when the boughkeeper itself was deathless?    ❫    white-knuckling the hilt of it’s blade,  it watches as the treasure hoarders scurry away,  bleeding and afraid and lucky enough to leave with their limbs intact.    back still turned to @ruinedheart,  the weight of his sword disappears in his hand, no longer needed.    adjusting his cloak,  he mutters:    ❝    i could’ve handled this myself.    ❞

[alloganes]

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬 .    (   a  series  of  nsfw  prompts ,  separated  by  quotes   &   acts .   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one  who  posted  the  meme .  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts  )

       →  WORDS .

❛  i’m  sorry ,  you  don’t  enjoy  being  teased ? .  ❜ ❛  you  know  what  i’m  waiting  for .  ❜ ❛  keep  your  hands  where  they  are .  ❜ ❛  i want you to ride  [ me / my fingers ] .  ❜ ❛  you  make  the  prettiest  sounds .  ❜ ❛  say  please .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  make  this  last .  ❜ ❛  look  at  me .  ❜ ❛  i’m  yours ,  only  yours -  ❜ ❛  yeah ,  just like that -  ❜ ❛  i’ve  barely  even  started .  ❜ ❛  i  need  you .  ❜ ❛  god ,  shut  up  and  fuck  me  already !  ❜ ❛  god ,  yes ,  [ name ] ,  don’t  stop .  ❜ ❛  you  have  no  idea  how  long  i’ve  wanted  to  do  this .  ❜ ❛  who  gets  to  touch  you  like  this ?  ❜ ❛  come  for  me .  ❜ ❛  ah ,  ah -  don’t  touch .  ❜ ❛  brace  your  hands  on  the  wall .  ❜ ❛  could  you  come  like  this ?  ❜ ❛  please ,  let  me  come -  ❜ ❛  god ,  you’re  beautiful -  ❜ ❛  i’ve  been  waiting  for  this  all  night .  ❜ ❛  you’re  such  a  tease .  ❜ ❛  take  these  off .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  feel  your  [ mouth / fingers ] .  ❜ ❛  do  you  have  any  idea  how  good  you  taste ?  ❜ ❛  tell  me  what  you  want .  ❜ ❛  we  shouldn’t -  ah ,  we shouldn’t be doing this .  ❜ ❛  faster ,  [ name ] ,  i  need  more .  ❜ ❛  is  this  good ?  ❜ ❛  keep  your  eyes  open .  ❜ ❛  i  can’t  wait  to  find  out  what  else  you  can  do .  ❜ ❛  you  don’t  have  to  be  so  gentle .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  hear  you  beg .  ❜ ❛  can  i  take  this  off ?  ❜ ❛  please ,  please ,  please -  ❜ ❛  you’re  doing  so  well  for  me .  ❜ ❛  please  touch  me .  ❜ ❛  keep  reading ,  i  want  to  see  how  long  you  last .  ❜ ❛  i’ll  buy  you  another  one .  ❜ ❛  say  my  name .  louder .  ❜ ❛  i  can’t  wait  any  longer .  ❜ ❛  you  feel  so  good .  ❜ ❛  you’re  going  to  leave  a  mark -  ❜ ❛  touch  yourself  for  me .  ❜ ❛  do  you  deserve  it ?   ❜ ❛  did  i  say  you  could  come ?  ❜ ❛  i’m  so  close -  ❜ ❛  they’re  going  to  catch  us -  ❜ ❛  i  want  you  right  here .  ❜ ❛  we  have  to  be  quiet .  ❜

         →  ACTIONS .

❛  pin .   to  restrain  my  muse’s  hands  during  intimacy . ❛  mirror .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  in  front  of  a  mirror . ❛  deny .   to  deny  my  muse  an  orgasm . ❛  distance .   to  have  [ phone / video ]  sex  with  my  muse . ❛  playlist .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  while  music  is  playing . ❛  paw .   to  fondle  my  muse’s   [ chest  /  ass ] . ❛  wall .   to  pin  my  muse  against  a  wall . ❛  table .   to  hoist  my  muse  onto  a  [ table  /  counter ] . ❛  clothed .   to  make  my  muse  come  while  fully  dressed . ❛  finger .   to  finger  my  muse . ❛  oral .   to  give  my  muse  oral . ❛  fervent .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  after  a  fight . ❛  distraction .   to  rile  my  muse  up  during  a  film . ❛  mark .   to  leave  marks  on  my  muse  [  optional :  specify where  ] . ❛  tie .   to  use  restraints  on  my  muse  during  intimacy . ❛  throat .   to  choke  my  muse  during  intimacy . ❛  sparring .   for  sparring  to  turn  into  sex . ❛  toys .   to  use  toys  [ vibrator / strap / otherwise ]  on  my  muse . ❛  imagery .   to  send  my  muse  a  risque  photo . ❛  drag .   to  pull  my  muse  closer  by  a  piece  of  clothing . ❛  tear .   to  tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛  shower .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  in  the  [ shower / bath ] . ❛  sneaky .   to  sneak  away  from  a  gathering  to  have  sex  with  my  muse . ❛  beg .   to  make  my  muse  beg . ❛  carnal .   to  [ scratch / bite ]  my  muse  during  intimacy . ❛  preoccupied .   to  rile  my  muse  up  as  they  [ read / work ] . ❛  jealous .   to  purposefully  make  my  muse  react  possessively . ❛  dare .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  based  off  a  dare . ❛  read .   to  re-enact  something  from  a  [ book / show / porn ]  with  my  muse . ❛  collapse .   to  break  a  bed  during  sex  with  my  muse . ❛  caught .   to  get  caught  with  my  muse  during  sex .

[alloganes]

Possession (1981) dir. Andrzej Żuławski

[alloganes]

↪     ᵗʰᵉ 𝑫𝑼𝑺𝑻𝒀 𝑻𝑶𝒀𝑩𝑶𝑿 .    (  a  collection  of  various unsorted sentence starters .  adjust  phrasing  as  necessary .   no longer updating .  )

why are you here ?

drive .  drive fast .

i think we should make an informed decision .

are you coming or not ?

you’ve been avoiding me .

[ name ] ,  what were you thinking ?

this should be your priority .

let me hold you for a minute .

get out of my way .  i won’t tell you again .

that wasn’t supposed to happen .

can you keep a secret ?

i don’t know what i did to deserve you .

you seriously think i could’ve done something like that ?

you’re safe with me .

sorry isn’t good enough .

where is all this coming from ?

who told you about that ?

sorry i’m late ,  i got caught up .

you’re being paranoid .

why are you looking at me like that ?

you’re the single most important thing to me .

all i’m asking is that you hear me out .

whatever they told you ,  it’s a lie .

we shouldn’t stick around here .

hold my hand ,  i don’t want to lose track of you .

[ name ]  …  truth or dare ?

i love you .  nothing’s gonna change that .

can you tell me what happened ?

you can’t come around here anymore .

back off ,  okay ?

what ,  you don’t have time for me anymore ?

you’re asking for too much .

i’m trying to start a new life .

what do you mean ,  you aren’t coming back ?

sometimes i think you must hate me .

why can’t we just talk about this ?

i know i fucked up ,  you can stop rubbing it in .

you’ve got quite a reputation .

i’m not usually like this ,  i’m sorry .

please ,  just let me explain myself .

i love watching you work .

we’re on the same team .

did you ever tell anyone ?

you’ve got a lot of explaining to do .

really funny ,  you’re very mature .

you call THAT a PLAN ?

can we get out of here ?

i thought things would be different .

this is not up for debate !

do whatever you have to do .

karma’s going to get you for that .

it could’ve been a lot worse .

i asked you to leave me out of this .

maybe it’s time to take a leap of faith .

i never want to see you again .

can you see how many fingers i’m holding up ?

i’m gonna be there when you get what’s coming to you .

you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me .

i’ve been waiting all night for this .

i told you not to contact me .

sometimes i really think you have a death wish .

what do you need ?  —  what can i do ?

i would do literally anything to keep you safe .

that was supposed to be a secret .

you haven’t called me that in years .

stop telling me to calm down !

we make a pretty good team .

i have so much i want to say to you .

i’m not going to let anyone hurt you .

can we please not do this right now ? 

wait ,  wait  …  just breathe for a second .

how are you holding up ?

why don’t you stay the night ?  i’ll take the couch .

i don’t need your protection !

you’re not making this easier on yourself .

are you going to let me in ?

i’m supposed to be protecting you .

i will kill you if i have to .

do whatever you have to do .

this is going to hurt ,  i’m sorry .

what happened to you ,  where have you been ?!

there was nothing you could’ve done .

you’re all i need right now .

i don’t believe in love at first sight .

have you been following me ?

i need you to believe me .

what do you remember ?

i’m not a good person .

what the hell’s going on with you ?

you’re being followed .

just when i thought my day couldn’t be any worse .

i’ve been having weird dreams .

so you’ve been lying to me this whole time ?

are you trying to get us killed ?

this is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me .

i never asked for your help .

you’re being followed ,  pretend you know me .

why has it started to feel different with you ?

don’t worry ,  i have a plan .

i heard everything .

do you need to sit down ?

i have the right to know what’s going on .

i’ve just gotta catch my breath .

stay out of my business .

what did you think was going to happen ?!

don’t cause a scene .

tell me something about you that i don’t know .

can i buy you a drink ?

what if  …  we played spin the bottle ?

this was never a problem until  [ name ]  came around .

you can’t ask me to make that choice .

are you seeing anyone right now ?

i need you to listen to me ,  we don’t have long .

you’re lying ,  that doesn’t make any sense .

you look  …  stunning .

what are you trying to prove ?

who died and made you the boss of me ?

you can’t just show up here like this .

let me make it up to you .

there’s no way i’m leaving you like this .

can we stay like this ?  just for a little longer .

i don’t need you to fight for me .

so  …  you lied to me ?

you’re the only one that can help me .

i can’t help you if you won’t let me .

i never introduced myself ,  i’m [ name ] .

i expected more from you .

you have no idea who i am ,  do you ?

are you real ?  is this real ?

can i stay with you ?  just for the night .

you’re going to get yourself killed .

why did you help me ?

tell me what i can do to help .

pick a card ,  any card .

i never wanted any of this .

i love you .   you don’t have to say it back .

do you wanna get out of here ?

what the hell are you talking about ?

i should have trusted you .

get your head out of the clouds .

how is any of this MY fault ?!

what aren’t you telling me ?

i can’t help you if you won’t let me .

it’s never just one with you ,  is it ?

you’re not supposed to know about that .

shut your mouth .

i haven’t kissed you yet ,  today .

where is this coming from ?

come over here and make me ,  then .

keep lying to yourself ,  see where it gets you .

i’m not a bad person .

is that what you wanted to hear ?

we can’t be seen together .

i can’t give you what you want .

i need you to leave .

are you drunk ?

i’m here ,  i’m here .  i’m not going anywhere .

you might want to take a seat for this .

have you been listening to anything i’ve said ?

i haven’t heard from you in weeks .

you’re jealous ,  aren’t you ?

who do you think you’re talking to ?

what are you reading ?

you could’ve killed me !

come on ,  we don’t have time for this .

i just need ten minutes of silence .

really ?  that’s all you have to say ?

we could leave ,  you know .  go far away .

you don’t look too good .

i never want to see you again .

why can’t you just leave me alone ?

i thought you died .

you’ll do anything for attention .

give me another chance .

how’s the weather up there ?

all you do is hurt people !

i’m sorry ,  none of this makes sense .

you need to get out of here before anyone sees you .

i told you i didn’t want you around here .

is that supposed to be a threat ?

you’ve changed .

don’t look at me like that .

it’s a beautiful day ,  don’t you think ?

i did what i had to do .

you never know when to stop .

i’ve got to get home ,  it’s getting late .

i have nothing to prove to you .

stop LYING to me  …  all you do is lie .

you don’t have to be nice to everybody .

don’t tell me what to do .

pull your head out of the past .

nobody can help me .  i can’t even help me .

we are not talking about that right now .

are you new around here ?

you have no idea what you’re starting .

i’m gonna get us out of here .

whatever you came here to say ,  i don’t want to hear it .

everyone’s staring at us .

is there anything i can do to help ?

i won’t cause you any more trouble .

– just follow my instructions for once !

do you want to come in ?

i just didn’t know what to do .

you need rest ,  lie down .

i’m not who you think i am .

i don’t know what you want me to say .

you’re not like anyone else i’ve ever met .

i feel like i’m going insane .

stop asking ,  you’re not going to like my answer .

i didn’t want you to see me any differently .

i wish i knew what to say to you .

don’t give me that look ,  you know what i mean .

you should be afraid .

do you still love me ?

i never thought i’d get this far .

the world doesn’t revolve around you .

i need you to give me some space .

i know what you’re doing ,  don’t play games .

you left me to die .

i’m beyond repentance .

when are you going to get it through your head ?

i missed you more than i thought i would .

i’m in love with you .

what do you need from me ?

i’ll kill them ,   just say the word .

[ name ] ,   what are you doing here ?

how can i help ?

you’re pathetic .

i need you to come pick me up .

where have you been ?  it’s eleven o’clock .

i couldn’t live with myself if i let you get hurt .

i can’t just pretend it didn’t happen .

you’re a real piece of work .

do you remember how we first met ?

when did all of this fall apart ?

that’s not what i came here for .

i would do anything for you .

i don’t need you to hold my hand through this .

are you sure this is the right thing to do ?

can’t we try to pretend things are okay ?

what is THAT supposed to mean ?

you’re always late ,  what am i supposed to think ?

there’s nothing you can do to fix this .

you’re far too kind to me .

can we go now ?  like ,  right now ?

i have to do this alone .

where’s your common sense ?

we aren’t supposed to be in here .

can you feel my heartbeat ?

i think i’ve seen you around before .

why are you acting weird ?

i have a really bad feeling .

i hate seeing you like this .

how am i supposed to react to that ?

what do you want most in the world ?

[alloganes]

thinking… about how murata and the previous pyro archon were both involved in the destruction of khaenri’ah. thinking about how the previous pyro archon underwent a complete mental break because of his actions and spiraled into madness. thinking about how murata challenged him for his throne solely because of the damage he was doing to the nation and took the title of archon

[alloganes]

miscellaneous murata notes. because i do not trust hyv

first and foremost, murata is not pale. do not trust or perceive whatever white woman hoyo is going to put out. murata's ethnicity is analogous to that of the mēxihcah people, who were an ethnic group present in the mexica empire. similar to the depictions of the children of murata in the webcomic, murata has darker skin and red hair.

she's also genderfluid and goes by all pronouns. they can change their form into whatever they please and although they tend to present androgynously anyways, they can present either masculine or feminine. they tend to use he/they pronouns when presenting masculinely and she/they pronouns when presenting femininely, but really, they do not care.

their true form is a dragon similar to a deity named quetzalcoatal and several of their draconic features shine through to their human form. her nails are pointed, she has longer and sharper canines and lateral incisors, and some parts of her hair can easily be described as feather-like.

wasn’t always affiliated with war. they were, however, always at the side of the first god of war and always fought by his side in combat. prior to ascending to the role of pyro archon, murata was a god of life. although they were a fearsome foe, they were highly valued on the battlefield for saving and preserving the lives of their soldiers. additionally, he was seen as the patron god of priests.

he has several titles attributed to his name. to his people, his official title is the huēyi tlahtoān. his gnostic name is eligos. otherwise, he is known as the god of war, the god of victory, the pyro archon, and the feathered serpent.

i am really toying with the idea that murata has full presidence over the capital of natlan and that the capital is a neutral ground for the nation. there are strict laws of war in the nation and the capital is absolutely off limits for any sort of battle. also toying around with murata's throne perhaps being up for grabs for anyone capable of defeating him, but so far, nobody has come close.

aside from their status as god of war and victory, murata is also seen as a god of agriculture, medicine, and astronomy in their nation. astronomy in particular is a great field of study in natlan and that's primarily thanks to murata.

[alloganes]

he isn’t quick to catch on when it comes to other people.    humans don’t behave the same way that wolves or even other wildlife do,  don’t have the same social cues or body language as the ones his canine kindred have either,  although there are some similarities when it comes to fear and even anger.    even when it can see her staring in it’s peripherals,  it doesn’t bother looking back.    (    he’s used to a lingering gaze,  anyway.    hunters or travelers always linger for longer than wanted just to gawk at the boy raised by wolves    /    always staring at him like he’s an object of intrigue instead of a living,  breathing thing.    they always have the same look in their eye,  too.    he doesn’t like it.    )    but when it cranes it’s head to the side to look back,  she doesn’t look like she’s being judgmental.    razor stares,  expressionless,  getting the feeling that she wants to say something.

@crzrl,  motioning to her face,  finally asks:    is that a beard,  or did you forget to wash the dirt off your face?

a beat of silence.    he blinks once,  then twice,  before lifting his hand and running it along the lower half of his face,  unphased when he finds grime smearing the palm of his hand.    the boy hums,  using the back of his wrist to rub at where the dirt may be until he’s satisfied.    voice rough,  he utters:    ❝    dirt.    ❞    hand finds it’s face again,  wiping at it’s jaw and mouth once more to make sure the filth was properly gone.    ❝    storm last night.    got muddy.    fell,  but thought i cleaned good enough.    ❞    it looks to her,  head inclining slightly to the side.    ❝    still there?    ❞

[alloganes]

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .    (  a  collection  of  100  nonverbal  action  prompts .   mature  and  potentially  triggering  themes  are  present .   add  “ + reverse ”  to  swap  assigned  roles . )

∗ o1﹕ sender  tucks  hair  out  of  receiver’s  face . ∗ o2﹕ sender  offers  receiver  a  bite  from  their  fork . ∗ o3﹕ sender  places  their  feet / legs  in  receiver's  lap . ∗ o4﹕ sender  offers  receiver  an  earbud  to  share  their  music . ∗ o5﹕ sender  comforts  receiver  in  the  aftermath  of  a  nightmare . ∗ o6﹕ sender  gives  receiver  company  in  the  hospital . ∗ o7﹕ sender  wraps  their  arms  around  a  hysterical  receiver  to  calm  them . ∗ o8﹕ sender  shows  up  at  receiver’s  home  late  at  night . ∗ o9﹕ sender  falls  asleep  leaning  against  receiver . ∗ 1o﹕ sender  wields  a  [ gun / knife ]  at  receiver . ∗ 11﹕ sender  runs  their  fingers  through  receiver’s  hair . ∗ 12﹕ sender  invites  receiver  to  dance . ∗ 13﹕ sender  takes  a  [ picture / video ]  of  receiver . ∗ 14﹕ sender  places  their  head  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 15﹕ sender  and  receiver  make  eye  contact  across  a  busy  room . ∗ 16﹕ sender  pushes  receiver  against  a  wall  to  kiss  them . ∗ 17﹕ sender  and  receiver  cook  together . ∗ 18﹕ sender  comes  to  receiver  after  being  injured . ∗ 19﹕ sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 2o﹕ sender  lifts  receiver's  chin ,  invoking  eye  contact . ∗ 21﹕ sender  overtakes  receiver  in  combat . ∗ 22﹕ sender  finds  receiver  [ injured / bloodied ] . ∗ 23﹕ sender  straightens  an  article  of  receiver’s  clothes . ∗ 24﹕ sender  crawls  into  bed  with  receiver . ∗ 25﹕ sender  rolls  their  eyes  at  receiver . ∗ 26﹕ sender  lights  receiver’s  [ cigarette / joint ] . ∗ 27﹕ sender  is  caught  wearing  receiver's  clothes . ∗ 28﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  with  a  pillow . ∗ 29﹕ sender  writes  a  note  on  receiver’s  skin :  [ note ] . ∗ 3o﹕ sender  wraps  a  blanket  around  receiver’s  shoulders . ∗ 31﹕ sender  runs  and  jumps  into  receiver’s  arms . ∗ 32﹕ sender  shoves  receiver  out  of  anger . ∗ 33﹕ sender  hovers  over  receiver’s  shoulder  as  they  complete  a  task . ∗ 34﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be . ∗ 35﹕ sender  curls  up  against  receiver  in  their  sleep . ∗ 36﹕ sender  is  found  drunk  by  receiver . ∗ 37﹕ sender  throws  an  item  of  sentiment  bitterly  at  receiver . ∗ 38﹕ sender  joins  receiver  in  the  shower . ∗ 39﹕ sender  is  caught  following  receiver . ∗ 4o﹕ sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  [ scars / bruises ] . ∗ 41﹕ sender  twines  their  fingers  with  receiver’s . ∗ 42﹕ sender  barges  into  receiver’s  home  unannounced . ∗ 43﹕ sender  kicks  receiver’s  shin  beneath  a  table . ∗ 44﹕ sender  aggressively  shoves  past  receiver . ∗ 45﹕ sender  kisses  receiver’s  [ forehead / cheek ] . ∗ 46﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  out  of  harm’s  way . ∗ 47﹕ sender  is  found  sobbing  by  receiver . ∗ 48﹕ sender  locks  receiver  out  of  their  room . ∗ 49﹕ sender  brings  receiver  [ coffee / tea ]  in  the  morning . ∗ 5o﹕ sender  rests  their  forehead  against  receiver’s . ∗ 51﹕ sender  plays  a  song  for  receiver  that  reminds  them  of  them :  [ song ] . ∗ 52﹕ sender  takes  a  [ punch / stab / bullet ]  meant  for  receiver . ∗ 53﹕ sender  buys  receiver  a  drink  at  a  bar . ∗ 54﹕ sender  needs  receiver’s  help  getting  in  the  bath . ∗ 55﹕ sender  and  receiver  cross  paths  in  the  kitchen  late  at  night . ∗ 56﹕ sender  twists  receiver’s  arm  behind  their  back . ∗ 57﹕ sender  winks  at  receiver . ∗ 58﹕ sender  is  found  collapsed  by  receiver . ∗ 59﹕ sender  prevents  an  injured  receiver  from  getting  up . ∗ 6o﹕ sender  claps  a  hand  over  receiver’s  mouth  to  silence  them . ∗ 61﹕ sender  cages  receiver  against  a  [ wall / the floor ]  with  their  arms . ∗ 62﹕ sender  storms  away  from  receiver  during  an  argument . ∗ 63﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  sleeping  in  receiver’s  bed . ∗ 64﹕ sender  [ applies / touches up ]  receiver’s  makeup . ∗ 65﹕ sender  throws  receiver  into  a  wall  during  combat . ∗ 66﹕ sender  dances  sensually  with  receiver . ∗ 67﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  across  the  face . ∗ 68﹕ sender  places  their  hand  on  receiver’s  leg  while  driving . ∗ 69﹕ sender  pulls  a  chair  out  from  under  receiver . ∗ 7o﹕ sender  catches  receiver’s  wrist  when  they  turn  to  leave . ∗ 71﹕ sender  leaves  an  intimate  mark  on  receiver . ∗ 72﹕ sender  beats  receiver  in  a  video  game . ∗ 73﹕ sender  and  receiver  stand  in  stunned  silence  after  a  fight . ∗ 74﹕ sender  cares  for  receiver  while  they’re  sick . ∗ 75﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  on  a  hike . ∗ 76﹕ sender  is  caught  snooping  in  receiver’s  things . ∗ 77﹕ sender  and  receiver  cuddle  while  watching  television . ∗ 78﹕ sender  throws  something  aggressively  at  receiver . ∗ 79﹕ sender  creeps  up  behind  receiver  to  scare  them . ∗ 8o﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  shopping  together . ∗ 81﹕ sender  helps  receiver  [ dye / style ]  their  hair . ∗ 82﹕ sender  draws  receiver  into  a  kiss  by  the  back  of  their  neck . ∗ 83﹕ sender  is  discovered  having  a  panic  attack  by  receiver . ∗ 84﹕ sender  accidentally  injures  receiver  during  sparring . ∗ 85﹕ sender  grabs  receiver  roughly  by  the  hair . ∗ 86﹕ sender  brings  receiver  to  their  knees  during  combat . ∗ 87﹕ sender  shows  receiver  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ∗ 88﹕ sender  winks  [ seductively / mockingly ]  at  receiver . ∗ 89﹕ sender  yells  at  receiver  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air . ∗ 9o﹕ sender  helps  receiver  patch  up  a  wound . ∗ 91﹕ sender  holds  receiver  as  they  cry . ∗ 92﹕ sender  silently  and  angrily  points  receiver  towards  the  door . ∗ 93﹕ sender  gestures  for  receiver  to  sit  down . ∗ 94﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  into  their  lap . ∗ 95﹕ sender  cradles  receiver’s  face . ∗ 96﹕ sender  tackles  receiver  out  of  the  way  of  danger . ∗ 97﹕ sender  has  hidden  an  injury  from  receiver ,  and  receiver  finds  out . ∗ 98﹕ sender  confronts  receiver  about  their  unhealthy  behavior . ∗ 99﹕ sender  proposes  to  receiver . ∗ 1oo﹕ sender  has  just  died ,  receiver  finds  out .

[alloganes]

I LOST MY OLD STARTER CALL. please like this for a new one <3 please specify too because i would die if i had to pull a wildcard. muses not featured on my roster are wriothesley, clorinde, king deshret and murata :)

[alloganes]

@ruinedheart, as pantalone: caught:   to  get  caught  with  my  muse  during  sex.

it wouldn’t be the first time his office would be utilized for such perverse use.    this time is no different from the others.

it always starts out with something small.    a visit to discuss finances that turns into the other getting too close   /    a gloved hand lingering too much on the thin,  sensitive flesh of his neck    /    simple,  but effective things to set off the beginnings of arousal,  to leave him wanting more.    knows how to do it well,  too,  considering how often he’s been bent over and left begging,  even when it becomes too much.

the desk is cold and uncomfortable on his back,  shoulder blades jutting against the hard surface    /    a fact made especially true each time his hips slam against him    ───    not that he can pay it any mind,  not with the other inside of him.    the regrator is flush against him,  one hand wrapped taut around one of the belts of his harness    /    the other then hoisting it’s leg onto his shoulder for the sake of fucking deeper,  fingers digging into the tender flesh of his thigh,  sure to leave bruises.    were it’s mind anymore lost,  anymore fucked out,  it would’ve forgotten to moderate the volume of his voice,  would’ve forgotten that walls can only keep so much inside and that something is bound to lurk on the outside.    thankfully,  it still has the mind to keep it’s moans and whimpers to a minimum,  daunting as the task is.

besides,  moderation is paramount here.    there are reputations to maintain,  masks to uphold.    (    some more dire than others.    )    the regrator,  in all of his glory and prestige,  is still the head of the northland bank:    godfather of teyvat’s economic world,  the closest thing to god in regards to the bloody stage of commerce and investment.    men would kill to curry a sliver of his grace,    /    men have been killed when they fell from his grace.    for a man surrounded by vice and desire,  his name would see no stain when seen indulging in such matters.    the doctor,  on the other hand,   bears none of that appeal.    (    from the beginning,  what has he been except heretic and madman?    how many times have the skirmishers whispered tales of it’s brutality?    what kind of depravity do those subjected to his scalpel suffer?    what fresh hell lurks behind the doors of his facility?    )    it has no charisma or allure outside of it’s manipulative nature;  only fear and dread associated with it’s visceral legacy.    so of course,  it would do well to keep it’s voice low.    of course,  it would not want unwanted attention.

but he makes that awfully difficult,  each and every time.    he’s buried so deep,  tangled between his legs,  pelvis grinding against his dick every so often but never enough to keep him satisfied.    it wishes it could hide it’s face,  to touch itself and reach his own satisfaction,  or to just even grab onto something like the edge of the desk   ───    but his arms are bound beneath him,  the edges of a belt digging into the scarred flesh of his forearms.    the pretentious bastard is still clothed,  too,  the fly of his dress pants hastily pulled down while the doctor’s trousers and coat lie on the floor,  keeping him open and exposed,  only for pantalone to see.    (    it knows he relishes in that fact,  too.    relishes in the power behind this,  in eliciting every crack and collapse of it’s precious composure,  the fact that his body alone has brought it to shambles.    snezhnaya’s second echelon,  notorious only for a non-existent insanity,  was his to break,  ruin,  devour.    )    his cock presses against something sensitive,  again,  again,  and fragments of that resolve shatter,  ripping at the seams.    through the haze of it’s tears,  il dottore can see him smirk.

he pulls out,  leaving him empty,  yearning,  and were it not for restraint,  dottore would’ve begged for him to keep going.    then,  the other’s hands are at his waist,  firm,  twisting him around and onto his stomach,  properly bending him in half.    it doesn’t have to start begging,  either,  because it soon feels pantalone bottom out inside of him again,  snapping forward,  fucking him harder than he did when he was on his back.    the roughness of it all,  the easy show of dominance    ───    his mind short-circuits,  a shameful sort of noise leaving his throat,  drunk on the sensation,  hellbent on fulfillment.    ❝    don’t    ───    don’t stop,    ❞    he chokes,  broken,  no longer focused on keeping his voice quiet or contained.    hips jut harshly into the lip of the desk and he feels the thing shake and tremble beneath him with every movement.    if he had any mind left,  he’d almost worry about it breaking.    but there is no room to worry about such trivial matters,  not when he feels so full and his cock is pressing against every sensitive apart inside of him and    ───

his train of thought is broken by a coo,  and then,  the sudden presence of warmth against his back.    ❝    good boy,  just like that.    ❞    pantalone drapes himself on top of dottore,  one hand firm against his throat,  feeling the rush of blood and constriction of his pulse when he squeezes    /    the other going to his jaw,  forcing his head up from where it rested against the cold oak.    a thumb slips into his open mouth,  pressing down on his tongue,  letting every moan to be heard without risk of inhibition.    his pace slows,  no longer pounding into it,  but rather grinding into him,  relishing the wetness and heat.    he groans quietly in dottore’s ear when he feels it tighten around him,  close.    that grip on it’s jaw tightens,  and that building arousal constricts further when pantalone purrs in his ear,  condescending as ever.

❝    you’re taking this so well.    don’t hold back,  don’t keep anything in    ───    ❞    the hand on his jaw forces his tear-filled gaze to the left,  where the dual doors to his office were located.    ❝    after all,  you have an audience.    ❞

what?

through the bleariness of his vision,  his eyes narrow,  straining,  falling directly on an open sliver of doorway.    a  man   ───    well-dressed,  obviously of high status    ───    peeks through the crack,  observant to the perverse scene laid before him.    petrified as he already was,  he looks even more afraid when he realizes the second harbinger,  maskless and compromised,  is staring directly at him.    immediately,  the door closes with a loud click,  followed by the muffled footfalls of the man rushing down the hallway.    now,  the doctor should be worried about how much he saw,  how long he’d been standing there,  whether or not he’s going to tell someone but    ───    he isn’t,  he isn’t.    instead,  something hot coils in the pit of his stomach,  on the brink of becoming undone,  waiting for the incentive to release    ───

pantalone’s hand leaves it’s jaw and dip into the space between dottore’s legs,  driving himself in it once more.

❝    fuck,  fuck    ───    !    ❞    the orgasm hits him without warning,  made all the more stronger with the circular motions to his dick,  deliberate in it’s intensity.    it doesn’t take long for proper speech to forsake it either,  leaving all articulation as a series of strangled moans and sobs,  too lost in the euphoria to moderate it.    with nothing to ground itself,  it shakes,  spasming around the other all while he continues to fuck into that tightening heat,  eager reach his own climax.    when dottore tries to jerk away,  sensitive and well over the line of overstimulation,  pantalone pins him to the desk with an arm to the back,  keeping him there with his full weight while chasing what is owed.    soon,  he gets what he wants,  and the regrator groans when he comes inside him.    he grinds deep and slow,  chasing the last shockwaves of his climax before stuttering into stagnance.

they stay like that for a while.    from behind it,  it hears pantalone catching his breath,  the soft lilt of a laugh barely heard when he runs a hand up his spine.    it continues to twitch around him,  sensitive,  still tight.    it doesn’t dare say a word,  either;    just struggles to find air,  bound hands opening and closing,  longing for something to hold on to.    (    maybe even comfort,  laughable at that is.    )    eventually,  he feels him pull out    /    then,  feels him undo the belt around his arms.    pantalone reclines back in the seat of his desk while dottore’s hands find the solid surface of the wood,  arms nearly giving out when he pushes himself up,  legs shaking when he finally puts his weight back on his feet.    trembling,  unsteady,  it only takes a few steps before it decides to lower itself on the floor,  back pressed against one of the columns of the desk.    his head hangs downward,  staring at the slickness coating his inner thighs,  half-dazed,  half-unable to look him in the eye even when he knows he’s staring.    the back of one hand wipes any lingering tears from his eyes while the other reaches between his legs,  feeling at the excessive wetness.    he’s unphased when he finds come coating his fingers.    he hears pantalone hum,   and he doesn’t need to look up to see the smug smile on his expression.   

❝    i never took you for the type that got off on voyeurism.    ❞

a beat of silence.    a sharp inhale of air.    the doctor refuses to dignify a response.

instead,  it wipes the filth against it’s thigh and brings itself to it’s feet.    it reaches for it’s mask tucked within one drawer,  then pads over to it’s discarded clothes and slips back into them without a word.    adjusting it’s mask,  it mutters:    ❝    discuss whatever you need to with your visitor.    but once that’s done,  you’ll have to look for a new business partner.    ❞

and to that, pantalone laughs,  low,  dark.    he tucks himself back in and zips up the fly of his trousers before moving closer to the desk,  resetting the papers he had pushed away.    ❝    you’ll have nothing to worry about.    his contract was going to be cut either way.    ❞

[alloganes]

“why does the traveler hate the fatui” “why is the traveler so mean to the fontaine triplets” consider! they don’t respect an organization full of people that have committed war crimes that have also posed a danger to their life multiple times

[alloganes]

A THRONE BORNE OF CARNAGE AND WAR.  ✮ IN REGARDS TO THE TRAVELER: A CANON DIVERGENCY GUIDE.

EONS AGO,   THERE WERE THE SEVEN DRAGON SOVEREIGNS    /    THEN,   THERE WAS THE USURPER.    the usurper engaged in a long,   tedious war against the sovereigns,   insistent on standing as the victor    —    a task they succeeded in,   weary as they were by the end of it.    the sovereigns retreated elsewhere,   terrified that they would be further subjugated and doomed to death.    thus,   they hid,   with many continuing to fade into obscurity even when the god’s reign was no more.    with the sovereigns gone,   the usurper gets to work:    it reshapes the heavens and earth and creates a new age of prosperity for humanity.    this age lasts for eons and humanity thrives under their heavenly reign.    however,   a new threat descends from the stars and before they know it,   their visitor would become their doom.    although history writes the first usurper’s fate to be either victorious or unknown,   the truth is that they were slaughtered.    their corpse is cast out to the stars they hailed from,   left to rot and fester in the cold expanse.    however,   a miracle occurs:    life is born from the dead.    it’s bloodied form splits into two and gains consciousness,   but neither of them can remember their true origins.    with no origin to speak of,   these two travel the expanse of the stars,   witnessing birth and destruction and good and evil.    despite the traumas they suffer,   the dead gods have each other.    

one day,   one of the siblings receives a response from a summoning,   and they head to the world that answered it.    one of the siblings had not yet awakened when they arrived,   and thus,   the other went to explore the world    —    only to find a civilization tearing at the seams. terrified,   the twins try to leave the world,   but they are barred by the sustainer of the heavenly principles.    although the fight is bloody and long,   the sustainer apprehends one of the twins and then the other.    the fate of one twin is the mystery of five hundred years.    as for the other,   it is cast down from the skies and robbed of it’s devices,   forced to withstand five hundred years of sleep and isolation beneath the frigid depths of the dark sea.    after five millennia had past,   the other twin arises and begins looking for their kindred,   searching everywhere and becoming entangled in the cycle they birthed.    although they are currently unknown to their status as primordial god reborn,   they will discover their sins in due time,   and the closer they reach to the truth,   the closer they come to reclaiming the throne they built.

( OR PERHAPS,   THEY WILL DESTROY IT FOR GOOD. )

› FIRST AND FOREMOST, THE PRIMORDIAL ONE AND SOL ARE ONE IN THE SAME. similar to the way the four shades were borne from the primordial one, the primordial one’s corpse split into two, thus creating the twins. as of the end of the fontaine story quest, sol is not aware of this fact    —    however, they have begun to experience dreams from their past life. these dreams started when it traveled into enkanomiya, but have since grown in frequency since the sumeru archon quests. these dreams are always vague and do not show the whole picture, but sol has the faint feeling that these are, indeed, memories. for better understanding, sol’s situation is very similar to kadaj and other remnants of sephiroth in advent children, however, they do not just embody the primordial one’s will: they are the primordial one.

› THE REASON WHY SOL AND THEIR SIBLING WERE APPREHENDED WAS BECAUSE OF THEIR CONNECTION TO THE PRIMORDIAL ONE. i think when the twins landed on teyvat, celestia and the heavenly principles (a.k.a the second throne who had usurped phanes’ throne) grew fearful that the twins would grow aware of their true identity and try to dismantle everything they had built since the primordial one’s absence.

› HARDLY ANYBODY KNOWS IF PHANES OR THE SECOND THRONE WON THE WAR. this is especially true for the enkanomiyans, who were trapped underground and therefore could not have seen the true circumstances after their war. however, considering that phanes’ unified civilization fell after the war and divided into different nations, this could indicate that phanes was defeated. for my canon, phanes was defeated, but history would not reflect this fact. many history books write of phanes’ victory or keep the history of the war vague. this was primarily to solidify the second throne’s place as victor and to keep anyone from knowing the truth about what happened to phanes. for all intensive purposes, the second throne masquerades as the first god to ever grace teyvat.

› EVER SINCE THEIR DESCENT, THE PEOPLE OF TEYVAT HAVE GROWN TO TRUST SOL. however, this is not any ordinary trust: it is faith. faith, just like how you would regard the god of your land. despite their best efforts to appear and act human, word gets around, and people speak of the traveler that never dies, that combats against horrors from the sea, who controls the elements and always comes out alive. it is clear they are not human, and some people have begun to proclaim them as a god. on the other, there are people who do not like this. some believe their ‘imitation’ of godhood to be close to be blasphemy and others fear them because they are clearly not human. sol does not like any of these positive or negative sentiments. it does not want to be another god to this land, not after what they’ve learned about their gods and their wrath.

› SOL’S VIEW ON THE GODS IS NOTHING POSITIVE, BUT IT’S NOT NEGATIVE EITHER. learning about khaenri’ah ruined all hope that they had for the gods and they developed further resentment for all who let these people die and suffer when they witnessed it with their own eyes in the caribert quest. not to mention, the gods have wronged them just in the way the fatui have: they’ve been deceived, attacked, and have had information withheld. frankly, the only gods sol has come to trust or regard in a positive light is nahida and furina because of how much they’ve sacrificed. it is still on the fence about venti given it does not know the full extent of his involvement in the cataclysm. they struggle with their feelings on zhongli given they had helped save his entire nation yet he could not give them further information about khaenri’ah, which they partially understand because of his contract, but it still hurts all the same. they hold similar feelings to the raiden shogun and ei considering her tyranny and encounters with death by her blade.

› SOL CANNOT DIE. at least, not easily. they can die temporarily when dealt a fatal blow such as blunt force trauma to the head, vital organs being pierced by a sword, blood loss, et cetera. however, they always come back. their lacerated wounds stitch together, their blood flows back to their body, and their bones repair spontaneously. additionally, they very rarely scar from these wounds. this being said, there are forces out there that can limit the speed of their healing factor. for example: celestial and abyssal beings. all wounds they receive from enemies such as abyss lectors, gods, and so on will leave scars and will require proper medical attention. the most notable of these scars are various blade wounds that tartaglia left during their first battle and the lichtenberg fragments that ei left during their first battle in the plane of euthymia. furthermore, the color of sol’s blood also gives away their inhumanity considering it is gold.

› SOL WILL EVENTUALLY ASCEND TO GODHOOD AND REGAIN ALL OF THEIR MEMORIES AS THE PRIMORDIAL ONE. phanes’ conscious and memories will eventually be restored, however, sol’s conscious and memories will remain, too. given sol’s memories and experiences on teyvat, i doubt they will want to kill the second throne and merely reclaim the throne they created, especially since they built that throne from bloodshed. as stated previously: sol does not want to be another god to the land. the people of teyvat deserve better than another god’s wrath. i’m still on the fence of whether or not sol dies by the end of their storyline, but it’d feel somewhat poetic. they created this cycle of destruction. they will be the one to end it.

› THEY’RE CONSTANTLY STRUGGLING WITH THEIR OWN MORALITY. sol’s kindness was born from all of the horrific things they’ve witnessed in their life time, all of which they have no choice but to remember. however, as time crawls and their time in teyvat draws on, they undergo several changes. they become quieter, fatigued, but they always manage to go on despite becoming tired of being a savior. their whole journey has twisted from it’s original purpose: they originally explored teyvat for the sole purpose of finding their sibling, but they have since been forced to take up a new role. they have seen the trauma that khaenri’ahns were forced undergo. they have become angry and resentful towards the forces that allowed such a tragedy to happen and it has grown to a point where their own rage terrifies them. part of them wants to be wrathful and to succumb to every bit of resentment that festers within the expanse of their body, but they try to keep it all under moderation for the sake of other people. they’re tired and keeping their emotions under control takes so much strength and yet they cannot voice it to anyone, because who else could possibly understand them? ever since it’s sibling had refused to go with it in favor of a greater purpose, sol has felt utterly alone.

[alloganes]

CARMILLA by j. sheridan le fanu, edited by carmen maria machado

did you realize he killed her off?

who reads an introduction?

i long for the door to open.

i did not know that it was possible.

i did not realize my soil was not salted.

she is already dead.

someone did lie there, the place is still warm.

lord hear all good prayers for us, for jesus's sake.

the poor young lady is dead.

the letter appears to me to have been written in distraction.

i'm in one of my moping moods tonight.

i forget the rest.

was ever a being so born to calamity?

i cannot, dare not, delay.

it would be so delightful.

where am i? what is this place?

how do you like our guest?

tell me about her.

how very odd to say all that!

i hope i have not done a very foolish thing.

how wonderful!

i saw your face in a dream, and it has haunted me ever since.

i could not forget your face.

i don't know which of us should be more afraid of the other.

if you were less pretty i think i should be very much afraid of you.

i wonder whether you feel as strangely drawn towards me as i do to you.

i have never had a friend.

i shan't require assistance.

it is very hard to part with you.

young people like, and even love, on impulse.

heavens! if i had but known all!

your little heart is wounded.

if your dear heart is wounded, my wild heart bleeds with yours.

you are mine, you shall be mine, you and i are one forever.

what can you mean by this?

i don't know myself when you look so and talk so.

don't you perceive how discordant that is?

i think it very sweet.

you pierce my ears.

you must die - everyone must die - and all are happier when they do.

i don't trouble my head about peasants.

tell me nothing about ghosts.

i hope there is no plague or fever coming.

sit here, hold my hand.

that comes of strangling people with hymns!

i shall demand redress from him.

then you have been ill?

let us talk no more of it.

you would not wound a friend?

you are afraid to die?

girls are caterpillars while they live in the world, to be finally butterflies when the summer comes; but in the meantime there are grubs and larvae, don’t you see—each with their peculiar propensities, necessities and structure.

are you glad i came?

how romantic you are.

i have been in love with no one, and never shall, unless it should be with you.

i live in you, and you would die for me, i love you so.

is there a chill in the air?

it is the last time, perhaps, i shall see the moonlight with you.

i have been thinking of leaving you.

do you think that you will ever confide fully in me?

you do not know how dear you are to me.

i am under vows, no nun half so awfully.

you will think me cruel, very selfish, but love is always selfish.

how jealous i am you cannot know.

you must come with me, loving me, into death; or else hate me and still come with me, and hating me through death and after.

there is no such word as indifference in my apathetic nature.

you are going to talk your wild nonsense again.

were you ever at a ball?

i was all but assassinated in my bed.

love will have its sacrifices.

no sacrifice without blood.

you see it now with your own eyes.

you must not plague me with questions.

you are not to trouble your head about it.

i should tell you all with pleasure, but you should not believe me.

you puzzle me utterly.

i had no hope of meeting you so soon.

[alloganes]

g-d forbid the funeral director have hobbies

[alloganes]

❝    AH,  MR. ZHONGLI!   ❞    his voice rings out from nearby,   cheerful as can be    /    tiresome to many.    the people do well to steer clear of his genial,   black-clad presence,   careful to not meet his gaze.    she makes no note,   though,   instead increasing her pace to catch up to @yanwangye,   mindful to not lose grip of the contents she carries.

❝    walk with me to the parlor    —    and take this.   ❞    she takes the crate of flora into one hand,   presents the heavier load to the other,  expectantly,  arm and hand straining somewhat from the weight.    the pads of his fingers are stained slightly from earth,   blemished from hours searching for lilies and chrysanthemums.    ❝    careful,   though!    i paid good mora for the incense and decor.     ❞

¹ SCENE, HU TAO AND ZHONGLI : THE DIRECTOR AND THE CONSULTANT.

[alloganes]

❝    NEVER THOUGHT I’D SEE YOU IN INAZUMA AGAIN.   ❞    their voice resonates from behind him,   out of the blue,   and more importantly,   without apparent animosity.    there is no fear or anger as they approach @heavenlyprinciples,   and they even dare to settle a comfortable distance away from him,   but there is little warmth behind their demeanor.    it’s eyes scan the horizon of yashiori island,   looking to tatarasuna in the distance    —    quiet and peaceful,   no longer plagued with the distortion and instability of eons past.

❝    what brought you back here?   ❞    sol asks,   leaning backward,   legs swaying back and forth off the cliff edge.    it watches as the moon peaks above the horizon.    the sun retreats below the world so she could usher in night.    ❝    i doubt you’re here for the sights.    sentimentality, maybe?    ❞

[alloganes]

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