#.... maybe one day I'll listen to fuck about it. maybe. idk I refuse to touch intellectual property within a ten foot pole actually

[slimeciclecock]

tfw when you find not one but two separate slimariana fics featuring a waterparks song

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Imagine baby Sarah angry with Joel for not giving into her asks and wants like idk candy maybe and sides with reader going behind Joel’s back to ask the exact same thing and then in the middle of the day Joel questions how Sarah got a lollipop and reader says that Sarah told her that Joel said yes but to ask reader as well and they then connect the dots to discover that they’ve been played

Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife: Sarah's Bargain

Notes: I’ve derailed from this prompt a little because Sarah’s gotta outsmart all of the adults in the room.

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Sarah and Joel are walking through the gas station mart when she spots the colorful rack of assorted candy. 

"Daddy, can I have one ring pop?"

"No," he responds plainly, counting the twinkies in his hand and figuring out how many he can get before you yell at him.

"Why not."

He grabs two bottles of Pepsi in one hand before heading over to the check out counter. “Because I said so."

She grumbles and follows close behind him. "If I clean my room--"

"You can't bargain with me. I'm not mom. My answer is no."

She thinks about it for a moment. Then smiles. "Ok Daddy, I understand."

Joel is surprised she acquiesced so quickly. She seems to have gotten over the tantrum phase. Maybe he's doing a pretty good job at this parenting thing after all. 

- 

Later on, you take Sarah along with you to go grocery shopping. "Mom.”

"Yes bubba."

"Dad said if I cleaned my room, I could have a ring pop."

You pause, surveying the special deal for pepsi cans. Despite Joel telling you about the suspicious amount of pepsi that’s been disappearing from his stock, you hadn’t touched any. In fact, you had your own stock that you suspect he’s found out and been stealing from. 

“What?”

“A ring pop,” she repeats. “Dad said if if cleaned my room, I could have one.”

 Thats very uncharacteristic of him to bargain with Sarah.

"He did? So what are you coming to me for?"

"Well he said ONLY if you agreed. Said it was OK but to ask mom first to be sure."

Fuck, making me do the hard decision. Joels always the favorite, and if you say no now, then it’s going to make you the mean mom for no reason. You did see she cleaned her room without being told...

You grab the pepsi case, hoping Joel won't scold you for your own hoarders pile.  

You see the innocent batting of her eyes just as you look over to the candy aisle. “Well if Dad said yes..." 

-

Sarah and Joel are sitting at the table as he unwraps his secret stash of pepsi and Twinkie’s away from you. 

"I asked mom for a ring pop and she said yes,” she mentions while coloring her book.

Joel freezes with half the cream custard in his mouth. “I said—“ 

"Its ok! I told her since you had said no, that she didn't need to get me one. I just wanted to see if she would..."

"You trying to set me up against mom?"

"No..." she adds quickly. "I just... thought it would be an interesting experiment.” She smiles softly, before turning to a very mature, saddened tone. “But then I realized it was wrong and I should have listened to you in the first place. So I didn’t take it because I know you said no."

He thinks about it for a moment. Now you’re going to come to him lecturing about why Sarah doesn't get things when she CLEARLY has a good sense of responsibility, going as far to say no to something she clearly wants just to respect him. She's also smart to test both of you, and even when she could have had it, she still refused. 

“Alright. Just cuz I'm proud of ya.” He dusts the power from his fingers and fishes for his wallet. “You’re a smart kid. But I don't want you testing your mom n’ me for the same answer.  And I don't want to get in trouble with her. I'll get you one. Just this once ok?"

She nods solemnly and crosses her heart. “I won’t say anything.”

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The next day, you hear Joel and Sarah coming in from the garage and you quickly stash your pepsi behind the potted plant. Your daughter gives you a fat kiss on the cheek before running to the living room and turning on the tv.

You and Joel sit at the table. “I saw the can by the way.” He remarks.

You grunt, pulling the aluminum from its hiding spot and proudly sipping it before crinkling it in your hand. “Well I haven’t been stealing from you. I …have my own stash.”

Joel gasps, offended and surprised by your double standards. “And you yell at me n’ my Twinkies!”

"There better not be any f-ing twinkies in this house Joel Miller," you point at him threateningly.

"Nope none Nada. Haven't seen any." he slowly tucks the new plastic back full of them under his legs.

"The two of you talk about Sarah having cleaned her room without being told. 

"Yeah, I ended up getting her the ring pop,” he tells you.

You furrow your brows.

“?… but, I got her the ring pop. She said you told her I would get if it I also approved? I didn’t want to be the mean mom!"

Fuck, Joel knows you get too worked up on trying to be too nice and cater to Sarah... "What? I told her no first. I never said it was up to you. Then she said she asked you and you said yes, but she refused yours, so I got her it instead for being responsible. I told you to stop worrying about being the nice mom!”

You also know Joel's a sucker for marveling Sarah's experimental mind and working on being responsible over getting what she wants. "She did NOT refuse my offer. what are you talking about?"

Tommy comes in moments later, and waves to the two of you through the open door. Sarah runs up to him near the doorway, and he greets her first suspiciously. They do a funky little hand shake, and you catch a glimpse of something silver going into his palm before she retreats to the living room 

"What are you doing here?" Joel asks.

Tommy shrugs. "Uh nothin’ just.."

"Did you just slip her a ring pop??" You ask incredulously. 

He huffs a guilty sigh. "Sarah asked for a ring pop because you guys told her no, so I went to pick one up at the store as long as she didn’t tell either you...."

Fuck. You and Jole BOTH know Tommy's complex about wanting to be Sarah's favorite uncle (despite the fact you keep reminding him he's her  ONLY uncle and he has no competition).

Above all else, Sarah knows these weakness about each of you. You all look over to her as she unwrap a third ring pop, putting all of them on her one hand and switching back and forth sucking on them. There's an open Pepsi can clutched in her other tiny palm that she sips from, with an exceedingly satisfied grin on her face.

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[teyamloving12]

Lesson Not Learnt

Warning: NSFW content(MDNI), choking, degradation, consental picture taking, dom!Neytiri, dom!Ronal, overstimulation, etc.

Pairing: Neytiri x Reader x Ronal

Synopsis: You still have not learnt your lesson yet you refuse your punishments. Neytiri and Ronal are mad which meant all hell just broke loose.

Request: For story: Continue the segment of the reader flirting with other girls/boys to make Ronal + Neytiri jealous. Neytiri (who’s usually a soft dom) turns rough and drags the reader to their mauri and ties them down + blindfolds them + doesnt touch them until Ronal comes in. She sends a pic to Ronal saying something like (idk something like “she’s wet for these boys and wants to be a whore but not us”). Ronal comes in and helps Neytiri punish them, both of them degrading the reader in the most dark ways. (Kinks the reader has: choking, being spanked, degraded, being used like a toy, size kink, slapped on the cheek). After the reader is fucked out the Ronal stuffs her fingers in their mouth and says they act like a spoiled whore and that they only belong to her + Neytiri. They dont stop and they take pics of each other overstimulating the reader for their camera rolls and put captions on each pic for them to have memories

Read part 1 here

You enjoyed the punishment from two days ago but you didn't really care about what would happen afterwards. You still continued to have your ways with the boys and girls in the village.

Neytiri sat outside of her marūi looking at you lovingly before her eyes widen. Who was the boy you were with? She really tried to talk you over of talking to others besides from her and Ronal. You have not learnt a thing from last time.

You were having your fun in public like you have no shame and even worse it was one of your brother's friends, the very same one she told to stay away from yet you didn't listen at all. You allowed the filthy thing to place his disgusting hands on you.

You allowed him to let him kiss on your soft skin like a hungry animal. She held enough. She walked over to you as you made out the boy on the far corner of the coast. You were so caught up in what you were doing you only heard the clearing of someone's throat in the background.

You looked up only to see a Neytiri who was furious. She pulled you off his lap and proceed to drag you to her marūi. "I'll talk to you later, sweetheart!", you yelled to the boy that still sat on the log. "No! She will not be seeing you anything!", Neytiri yelled back angrily.

You tried to pull your hand from hers but she was way stronger than you. "I have tried to be nice! But it is as if you wish for me to humiliate You!", she yelled in your marūi. You just couldn't stop by a whore, could you? You never eealized she was watching. She pushed you on your bed. Now you're sincerely afraid. You crawled back only to hit your head on the bedframe.

Noticing you were still in shock, she wrapped her hand around your throat. You hit her hand. You were being out of from air, you coughed as you struggled to remove her hands. Neytiri was never aggressive, it was usually Ronal who was rough with you. Your eyes were starting to close. You felt a tight grip on your hands.

You were so shocked you completely forget Neytiri was choking the hell out of you. You started to think of your 'punishment' with Ronal and clenched your legs together attempting to conceal your heat and the wetness from your cunt. She finally released you from her grip, you panted before your eyes widen. It was happening again. You were happy yet knowing Ronal's reaction just sent chills down your spine. "Final piece of the cake!", she said before covering your eyes with a cloth.

You squirmed expecting her to touch you. You were waiting all day and it was not your fault you liked a little action every now and then. You thrusted your hips into the air, a whimper were heard. "I am not touching You! Maybe if you behaved like I asked you to that this was not have happened again!", she scolded. "Such a fucking slut! When you're quiet, your beauty stands out. Throwing yourself out there to every boy that catches your eye, hmm?", she continued.

If she was so angry then how would Ronal react?

Neytiri hated the sky people yet a phone have its advantages. You hear a click after the other, afraid of the sound you shut your legs. Neytiri kissed the back of your thighs and licked the inside of them until they were forced open. She kissed your clit, making you pussy leak like a broken pipe. You hear another click and a vibration.

"Pretty girl isn't wet for us but these nasty boys in the village", Neytiri typed. You were overwhelming by the by the silence until an angry Ronal barged in. Now you were in big trouble! She was way more aggressive than Neytiri could be. No matter how much Neytiri's wrath began to show its true colors, it could never compare to Ronal's.

"Do this is what we do now, huh? I warn you countless times, child and you still did not heed my warning!", she shouted standing over your tied up body. "You are pathetic, that is what you truly are, pathetic! A disgrace to Eywa. ", she continued. Tears stung your eyes as they fell soaking the blindfold. "Please I said I was sorry, I'll never do it again. I'll even stop talking to boys and girls I promise!", you pleaded. She rolled her eyes. No amount of begging could even spare you.

You continuously begged hoping you would be able to change Ronal or even Neytiri's mind but received a harsh slap across the cheek. Ronal crawls down towards tour pussy and literally glared at it. "See? I told you she's not wet for us at all?", Neytiri said softly, cooing you as you sobbed. "Yes I am, I'm not wet for them! It's all You!", you said trying to hold back the tears from being punished again. " What did I say before, tìyawn?", Neytiri asked. "To stay silent.", you whispered. "That's right so shut the fuck up, you know Ronal is not going to show you mercy and as adorable as you are, a punishment is a punishment. It must be done.", she said. You felt her grabbing your erect nipples.

Almost moaning, Ronal spoke out. "Moan and see what happened!", you bit your lip so hard you tasted the bitter taste of your own blood in your mouth. Oh what this woman did to you! She continued to tease your puffy clit making it so hard not to moan. You tried to push her away with your hips but Neytiri just chuckled knowing your legs were already going weak.

Your breath hitched after Ronal bit on your clit hard. Your eyes rolled back, no girl or boy could have made you feel like this. In heaven with Eywa herself. Neytiri kissed your stomach going down to your inner thighs. Ronal pushed her fingers and curled them inside of you. Something in you snapped. Your mind was blank and hour eyes threatened to close from the overpowering yet slow movement of the two women. Neytiri grabs her phone and again you heard the click. You grabbed from the bedframe now unable to think straight. Neytiri looked seeing you like this, it was captivating. She was satisfied.

Ronal grabbed your hips allowing her tongue to slide forward down in your cunt. Her face was full of your juices yet she didn't care. You clenched about your tongue and one last movement allowing to squirt all over her face and the sheets of the bed. You were exhausting, Ronal sat on the side of the bed finally taking off your blindfold.

"You're a spoiled little whore and whores must be taught their lessons. You belong to no one but me and Neytiri! Test me once more and you will not like it!", she said with her fingers soaked in juices in your mouth. This was the last time you heard before passing out on the bed. Neytiri sat down showing Ronal the pictures under her album with beautiful captions of lustful thoughts.

Nothing was wrong with creating new memories and starting over. As for You, you were fucked if caught talking to anyone but the two women that stood before you.

[idkifimawake]

Septem x reader hc +oneshot

Warnings : mentions of blood and maybe mild self harm near the angsty part?

Reader isn't like a symbol but just an angel(no specific gender), To eat a god is a visual novel.Could be ooc , pls don't come after me.

Would probably be cold towards you around other people , they wouldnt even notice you guys were in love and when you're alone with him he would be more softer but still cold nevertheless

If you're smaller than him he would love to nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck

Would feed you if you refused to eat in his domain or if he's in a bad mood he would let you starve

If you're more quiet I feel like he'd like this more since you wouldn't necessarily fight back but if you did he would find it amusing and like pat your head or smthing(idk)

If you're more talkative I feel like he'd love seeing you constantly fight back and know you have like no power against him but he still finds it very amusing.

The more longer you would stay with him the calmer he would be in your presence, I feel like he would start leaving gifts and letting you chose what to eat rather than him force feeding you whatever was healthy

As long as you respected him he would love you back

Quiet reader:

It was another bland day in Septem's domain , another quiet day. Which was nice but not normally what you got from the time you spent in Unum's domain. You had your long luscious wings out , to make yourself calmer. You had to pluck some fresh because they had gone all wierd. A knock was heard at your door , it could only be Septem.

"Come in" you said quietly, putting your wings away. Septem walked in with a plate of food.

"Keep your wings out." His voice was stern and soft. "I will pluck them for you." He would? That was odd , he'd normally leave you to do these things. He put the tray of food next to the bed and sat behind you , touching your wings with his pristine fingers , soothing your soul.

"You know I love you." He said , his voice resonating in your body.

"And I love you back." You said quietly, almost a whisper , you weren't sure if he heard you but it didn't matter at all

Talkative Reader:

It was another boring ass day in Septem's domain. There was no colour. No anything. How you wished to go back into Unum's domain , it was tropical and nice , it reminded you of the time you went to earth and met some humans.

You were lying down on the bed , playing with your feathers. Septem was doing who knows what and you felt like you were going to die of Boredom. It was so tiring and you couldn't leave to Nulla's domain until a bit later.

"Stupid fucking bitch." You said to yourself , sighing and covering your eyes.

"Language." Septems voice rang through your ears , he was right beside you. He just got here.

" 'm sorry." You said with a grin on your face , it was your favourite time of the day , to bother Septem. "Did I break one of the rules again?"

"I have told you multiple times and you seem to already forget , is your soul worse than your body?" He said strictly, standing up to his full height.

"Why don't you go through the rules for me again , m'kay , I'll listen you to real good." You said grinning , staring up at him. Septem thought about and sat down on the bed , you put your head on his lap as he started going through the rules again.

Angsty stuff(inspired by the Nevemore Webtoon):

It was all so bland , all white , you thought you were going insane. No colour no nothing. It was like it was a limbo , you were in a bridge between life and death. You began clawing at the walls , destroying simple things to table and pillows to the bed itself. He hadn't let you out because of your atrocious behaviour but his ideals didn't help , your feathers had been whizzing around his house , grabbing food that he had purposely let out for you to take.

You were currently lying down on the bed , staring at the ceiling , what should you do to get more colour? Unum's domain was bright and vibrant but he refused to let you out , you couldn't even call for Nulla since he would be powerless in this situation.

After a few days you stopped letting feathers take food into your room. He found this unusual and he started knocking on your door , you didn't reply.

"(Y/n)?" He asked politely, knowing the door , you didn't reply but he did hear laughing , he forcefully opened the door and there he saw you, there was red all over the walls which he presumed to be blood.

"Look, my love, I found colour , there will be a change!" You had gone completely insane and he hadn't planned for this. You kept laughing and laughing like a demon, your feathers had been ripped but were only slightly bloody.

"(Y/n) I-." He stood next to you, seeing all the blood. "I- I'm sorry." He said , sitting next to you, he held his hand up to the wall , turning it back to the original state.

You sighed , putting your hands on your head. The colour was the only type of hope you had. The only hope of life!

"Why , why did you do that , Rafael?" You said , staring into his eyes. He fell to the floor , shocked and confused

"H-how do you know?" He looked in pain, maybe there would he more colour?

My requests are open for to eat a god x reader things

[blooming-violets]

I wish you'd write a fic where you're forced into an arranged marriage with Peter (maybe it's a Mob AU maybe it's royalty maybe it's dark idk) and you don't want to be attracted to your new husband but fuck is it hard when you're sharing a bed with him

What time and place and plot is this?? I have no idea. Imagine whatever you want. I haven’t written anything in so long I don’t remember how to do this. [x]

Here’s a sexy pic of how I imagine him post wedding though:

You would hate him no matter what. That's what you told yourself the entire boat ride over to America. It didn't matter who he was. He was destined to have a wife that despised him. You had plans and dreams for the future. You wanted to get an education and make your own way in this world. Your family had other ideas. Apparently this Peter Parker, son of a wealthy and influential father, had chosen your photograph out of hundreds. He had chosen you to become his bride. And whatever Peter Parker wanted, he got.

You didn't get to even see what he looked like until you were walking down the aisle. It didn't matter to you. Every man was going to be the same.

He had chosen the finest, most expensive wedding dress on the market for you to wear. The pendant necklace dawned delicately between your chest cost more than your family would make in an entire year. Once you were married to the man standing at the end of the aisle, they would be set for life. Your father would never have to work another day. He could finally rest. All it cost was the soul of his eldest daughter. Peter now owned you.

Your first kiss with your husband was quick, tight lipped, and in front of hundreds of wedding guests. You did your best to play your part through the ceremony. You held on tightly to the picture in your head of your family, imaging them finally being free of debt, while you held back tears and plastered a bright smile to your lips.

"What can I do to make my new bride smile?" He leaned over in his chair to whisper in your ear while dinner was being served to all the guests. His words caused your smile to tighten.

"I do not know what you mean. I've been smiling all night, have I not?" You refused to look in his direction. You didn't want to see his face.

He made a strange grumble sound in the back of his throat and straightened back up, "You might be fooling the guests but I see right through it. I'm doing your family a favor by taking you in. Try to be grateful."

He didn't speak to you the rest of the ceremony.

You loathed everything about him.

His home was otherworldly. You'd never seen such excess of wealth in your life. His butler gave you a tour of the house ending in the bedroom where Peter was waiting for you.

"I'll take it from here," he motioned for the butler to leave and closed the door behind you.

You eyed the large bed, "We don't have separate rooms?"

Peter laughed, "We're husband and wife, why would we not share a bed?"

You'd been told what was meant to happen on your wedding night. As you changed into your night gown and slipped under the covers next to him, you waited with knots in your stomach. At some point he was going to touch you. He was going to roll over and strip you of your clothes. Then he would enter your body some how. The details were a little fuzzy. Your mother kept using all sorts of strange analogies and you kept getting flustered and confused. She mentioned there might be blood and pain but also intense pleasure. You had no idea what was going to happen but you waited anxiously for Peter to the make the move.

Except that it never happened.

Your day was long and your journey across the ocean was even longer. It was all catching up to you. As you listened to the soft snores of the stranger, your husband, next to you, you dozed off into a restless sleep.

The next day he was gone. And the day after that, and the one after that, and the one after that.

No one would tell you where he went or what he did. They just kept saying he was "on a job." You had no idea what his job was but you enjoyed the quiet time alone to explore the house and grounds. It truly was a beautiful home. The library was your favorite. You found a dimly lit corner with a large, leather arm chair and curled up day after day in its comfort as you devoured the books on the shelves. If this was your life as a wife, it wasn't too bad.

One rainy evening, as you were lost in another story, a deep voice echoed from the door way.

"Are you enjoying my chair?" You'd almost forgotten what he looked like. You'd only seen him the day of your wedding and it had been over a week since he returned home. "I heard this was the best place to find you if you disappeared. The help all gossip, you know. They tell me you've made yourself a little home in my library."

You rested your open book on the arm of the chair and sat up a little straighter, "Is there anything wrong with that?"

Peter smiled, "No. Just interesting, is all. I feel like I know a little more about you than I did before." He walked into the warm light of the room. The rain threw itself against the glass windows and created a symphony of background music to accompany his stride straight towards you.

He squatted down in front of you and placed his hands on your knees over your dress.

For the first time, you really got a good look at him. He was rather beautiful. His dark hair was perfectly groomed, though a single curl had fallen from the rest and laid against the middle of his forehead. His eyes were a lovely chestnut brown and they studied your face with an intensity that made you squirm under his gaze. Dark, thick stubble covered his cheeks. It had been a few days since his last shave. A sickly purple and yellow bruise was hidden underneath the hair along his cheekbone.

You reached out a tender hand and gently stroked the bruised flesh. His eyes slipped close as his grip tightened around your legs. "You're hurt?"

Peter's eyes fluttered back open and he gave you a soft smile, "Nothing I can't handle." He sat down and settled himself between your legs, leaning his shoulder against the chair, curled up under you. He reminded you an old dog you had growing up who loved to snuggle at your feet. "Read to me."

You picked up your book and continued to read where you left off, speaking just loud enough to be heard over the rain.

It wasn't long before Peter's head lulled onto your thigh as sleep gripped him. He was exhausted from whatever his secretive job had him do.

He'd remain home for the next two weeks claiming that his job was "finished" for now. 

Your hatred of him was started to dwindle with each passing day. He spent his mornings walking you around his grounds and his evenings curled up at your feet while you read to him. He made you laugh and kept you entertained despite how often you tried to refrain from giving into him. You found yourself loving the way the sunlight lightened hair and the way he would hum to himself whenever he was lost in thought. It was becoming increasingly difficult to tear your eyes away from him.

The time you accidentally caught him coming out of his bath made you lose your breath, your cheeks heat up, and your heart tighten in your chest. Something about the water glistening off his toned chest even made you squeeze your thighs together. Whenever you were with him, you wanted to reach out and touch him. You envisioned the night of your wedding when you kissed. You had felt nothing then but, a part of you, wanted to try it again.

Whatever your mother had claimed would happen on your wedding night never occurred. You were starting to think that maybe something was wrong with you. Clearly he wasn’t attracted to you like he had hoped when he picked your picture from the others. 

You watched Peter climb into bed that night. He'd taken to holding you tightly while he slept. It made you feel safe locked up in his strong arms. Tonight, you couldn't bare the thought of sleeping beside him, though.

He glanced up at you and frowned, "Something wrong?"

You swallowed, "Am I not good enough for you? I know I was difficult in the beginning. I know I was sour and rude but I've been trying my best. This arraignment was a lot to take in. It took a while to come to terms with everything. I'm sorry if you were expecting someone else and got stuck with me."

Peter sat up with a confused look, "I don't understand what you're talking about. You're exactly who I picked. I was told I needed marry to inherit my fathers fortune. I was given countless options and I chose you."

"Maybe my photo was more beautiful than the real thing then..."

He stood up and walked around the bed to stand in front of you, "What are you saying? Where is this coming from?"

You sighed, "We never consummated the marriage. At least, I don't think we did. You were supposed to do something and you never acted on it. Is it because you're revolted by me? Am I not who you envisioned?"

A smile broke out across his face and his eyes softened. He reached out and grasped his hands around your upper arms to pull you closer to him, "Is that what you're worried about? That I’m not attracted you? That I regret choosing you?"

You nodded, feeling a bit silly at the entire conversation. 

"You are Mrs. Parker. My beautiful wife. I called for you across an entire ocean. I chose you out of every eligible woman in the world. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on. Trust me, I would have consummated the marriage a thousand times by now if I had my way. I knew you weren't ready though. I stole you from your family, from your life. Don't try to deny that you hated me. I've spent my life taking anything that I wanted. This time, I made myself wait. It is you who I am waiting for. It's your turn to take what you want."

"What is it that I want?" You whispered. "I have these...feelings...for you. I don't know what to do with them."

He gave a quiet chuckle, "Here. Let me help show you."

[the-third-bard]

Story summary of "the lesser evil"

Aka the first episode of the show aka the renfri ep

Content warning: r*pe mention. This one is a lot, if you have trouble with reading about that, maybe skip this one!

As in the episode, Geralt's killed a kikimora, and is looking for a contract for it in Blaviken. He meets with the alderman, Caldemeyn, who seems to be an old friend of Geralt. They talk for a while, Caldemeyn makes sexist comments - probably why they replaced him with Marilka in the show.

They go to The Bastard Man Himself Stregebor to maybe sell the kikimora to him but he doesn't want it and this amazing line is said

Stregebor has Wizard Robes and a staff with a crystal in the top of it and Wizard EyebrowsTM. Netflix keep up.

Stregebor and Geralt talk in his magican tower of illusion (there's one naked illusion-lady instead of like 6 + one dude like in the show), it looks way different on the inside, it's like a garden w a lil house with a porch?

Stregebor talks about the evil eclipse and Renfri and everything he says makes me want to punch him (and at some points also Geralt).

The girls with Evil Eclipse Syndrome are described to do horrible things that aren't really touched on at all in the show, like psychopath shit. From torturing animals when they were kids to mass murder. Renfri lives up the the shrike nickname.

Geralt makes a great point that many people have been cruel and evil w/o Evil Eclipse Syndrome

This is fascinating cus like, they chose to kill and imprison these girls out of fear for what they'd do, which proves to be a terrible idea because that just makes the girls hateful and traumatized. They could've nurtured these girls to control their power and do good with it but they didn't. They fucked up and now they have to pay for it at the hands of these girls they hurt.

(It's important to note that they actually did try to cure them, but ultimately failed. This is Stregerbor saying that, though, so idk if he's like, lying or embellishing to make Geralt feel like helping him out or not, but he does say it.)

Renfri born to some prince, and the dude's wife (Renfri's step-mother) used a magic mirror (snow shite reference) to forsee their land's future, the magic mirror revealed Renfri was gonna kill her and a shit ton of other people so she sent Renfri out into the woods and sent a thug after her (snow white reference).

The thug r*ped her and Renfri killed him.

She was 13 at the time.

(snow white reference)

Geralt tells Stregebor he doesn't feel sorry for the thug, which great. I need more comments like these from Geralt, cus at this point he's said more sexist shit than good.

(stregebor also turns her into stone at some point which is probably also a snow white reference)

Geralt aslo does his "evil is evil, Stregebor" speech.

Somehow Stregebor convinces Geralt to talk to Renfri, he doesn't want to kill her

Renfri and Geralt meet in a bar and i simp for a bit. They talk shit about Stregebor.

Later when Geralt goes to the room in thr attic Caldemeyn has lent hik for the night, Renfri is there.

They talk for a bit, about what will happen. Renfri want Stregebor dead, she wants to avoid bloodshed of the townsfolk but will kill if it means Stregebor dies.

Renfri talks about her life, how good her life was at the castle, and then after that.

Geralt as usual says the wrong things

And then she says she had to prostitute herself to survive on the streets. Let me remind you, 13 years old.

Picture if you wan't the details

"I'll tear his head off, royally, first."

Geralt refuses to help her, and promises to try to stop her if she tries to kill Stregebor

Renfri makes me cry

How can you make a character experience this and not give them a happy ending? Not give them revenge? My heart hurts for her. Renfri deserved better.

Renfri makes a show of being convinced by Geralt, tells him she isn't going through with it.

They have off-screen sex, I think as a way to distract Geralt. It's kind of disgusting of Geralt that he can sit and listen to her talk about her horrible past sexual encounters and then still want to have sex with her.

The next day, oops, turns out Renfri tricked him and she's actually gonna fuck some shit up. Geralt, now faced with this, is all totally cool with choosing the lesser evil and stopping, probably killing, Renfri to save the townsfolk.

(Renfri is protected under some king, and if the alderman attacks her the king is allowed to kill the alderman? Or arrest him? Bc laws are weird?)

That's ironic.

Renfri's left her party in the market to keep Geralt occupied while she tries to get Stegebor out of his tower. It's implied she threatened to kill civilians if he didnvt surrender but he was like I could Literally Not Care Less.

Geralt kills the dudes and then Renfri shows up.

By the way she talks i get the feeling that she doesn't want to do this. I think she's made killing Stregebor such a big part of her, that it was inevitable that she'd kill him, that she never considered, before now, that she might die trying. And she's scared, but she doesn't know how to stop. Because what will become of her then? If she failed? That'd be like losing an integral part of her being. Like how people who have been depressed for a long time might reject help because it feels like they're trying to take that part away from you.

It feels like a lot of the story is an allegory to mental health. How mentally ill people are shunned and, in this time period especially, deemed evil and wrong and deserve to die. Perhaps the Evil Eclipse Mutations are supposed to represent, say, schizophrenia, then being told you're wrong and evil and destined for cruelty and constantly being tortured and hunted would probably mold you into a violent person. Because that is what you've been taught that you are.

(I haven't read any, like, metas or articles or watched theory videos or anything so I might be completely wrong with this, but it's the interpretation I got. Tell me what you think in the notes if you want.)

Anyway.

Renfri dies, cold, on the ground. Geralt isn't holding her as she dies like in the show. He can't move as she begs him to hold her.

Stregebor comes running and thanks Geralt, he did what he wanted, after all.

Stregebor wants to bring her body to the tower and perform an autopsy, but Geralt threatens to kill him if he so much as touches a hair on her head.

Stregebor pisses off and the townsfolk start throwing stones at Geralt. Caldemeyn gets them to stop.

Caldemeyn asks Geralt if this is what the lesser evil was, and Geralt says yes, but doesn't really believe it. Caldemeyn banishes Geralt from the town.

So this story is a very clear allegory on why centrist ideology doesn't work, I talked about it before but I'll say it again. When he needs to choose between a lesser and a greater evil, Geralt chooses neither, which will always benefit the greater evil. I know some people take Geralt's "I'd rather not choose at all" speech to heart and like, genuinely believe that that was the point of this story but it ISN'T! It's the complete opposite! Geralt CONSTANTLY gets into bad situations because by choosing ignorance he aids the worse side.

Geralt smile count: 2