#All the Deadly Sins are Alpha

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Warm Shadows - Let All Light Go (2/4)

Collection: Warm Shadows Characters/Pairings: Alpha!Steve x f!Omega!Reader, existing Alpha!Bucky x f!Omega!Reader Word Count: 7.5k Summary: Now that he's claimed you, Captain Hydra takes you back to his new base of operations, his little omega bait for the Soldat. But the bond between an alpha and an omega is a powerful thing that shouldn't be trifled with. [sequel to When You Fall On Me Like Night]

Content Warnings: DARK, a/b/o dynamics, explicit smut, DUBIOUS CONSENT/omega heat, oral - female receiving, vaginal fingering, breast play, vaginal intercourse

Logistical Notes: We've got a dose of pride for @nickfowlerrr's Seven Deadly Sins + Seven Holy Virtues writing event. Now this second part is too late for the Horror Movie Hoe-a-thon, but I had most of it written before the challenge closed, and so I had plucked another dialogue prompt from her list, so I still want to give @witchywithwhiskey credit where it's due, and you'll find the prompt in bold and italics when it appears.

Additional Notes: I had no intention of making this three times as long as the original, but Steve had other plans. So many other plans. Thanks to @biteofcherry for letting me suss out a couple of the things I had questions on plot-wise. Title from Hozier's De Selby (Part 2).

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Steve doesn’t smile anymore. He hasn’t smiled in weeks. And yet the frown on his face is more than the non-smile stoicism that had taken over his demeanor since the ambush outside of Turin. He exhales deeply, washing away the frown as he straps your limp body into the jump seat of the stealth jet. Unconscious and sedated, your head falls forward though your torso is held back by the chest harness of the safety belt. Steve angles your head back against the headrest because if you got a crick in your neck, it will be a problem he doesn’t want to hear you try and complain about later.

He had achieved his objective in coming to Wakanda. Though the operation had played out with slight differences from what he had anticipated, it had gone as close as he could have logically projected in almost every aspect. He knew Bucky. No. The Winter soldier, he corrects. And he knew you. As players in this piece of the plan, you had both been reliably predictable.

As a super soldier Steve knew the strengths, the weaknesses, the limitations, and what Barnes would be susceptible to. That’s why he had been so prepared in laying his trap and incapacitating the asset.

Overpowering you had been easy.

Claiming you had split a slow but building tremor to his system. It had changed what he’d intended to do.

A few hours later as he approaches the remote Hydra base, that disconcerting feeling in his brain that he is working to tamp down still smolders with something unsettled that makes him flick his eyes up to the mirror that allows the pilot to check the interior behind him to see that you’re still in the same state of sedation.

His new conditioning will help him to control this irritating itch.

After touching down and rolling into the hangar, Steve unbuckles you from the seat and slings your unconscious body over his shoulder. He doesn’t stop walking but proceeds to give his brief mission report to the ranking officer on base who was waiting to meet him at the base of the small jet’s cargo ramp as he exits. This man is not his handler but his liaison for the time being. He’s competent enough that Steve if rarely frustrated with him. The power dynamics are something Steve is constantly aware of. Hydra wants to know they are in control and yet learned with the Winter Soldier that an asset stripped of complete autonomy was more inflexible to work with – and impossible to pull back when he broke free. They don’t want to make the same mistake with him, but they give him no illusion over who his allegiance is to now. It’s not a leash, but an unmistakable tether that they will let him tenuously control as long as he ultimately complies.

It's why he has tolerable and private living quarters where he deposits you on top the large bed. He leaves a bottle of water next to you and then leaves. The door to his quarters is controlled by a fingerprint recognition, allowing Steve a fair amount of control over who can come in and out, and he has no intention of giving you access.

He goes to the mess to get food. No one approaches him while he eats. He collects two of the meal boxes that are ready to go – one marked for lunch, one marked for dinner – and brings them back for you.

You’re still asleep when he returns. He takes the time to order routine meal delivery to his quarters for you long term as well as a supply of standard issue clothes and laundry service. This base is a hub for research and development, so the standard of living is functional and minimalistic, which suits him fine, and that is all you will require as his omega.

It's mid afternoon before you finally wake, and he can sense the moment you resume consciousness – his heightened senses heard the change in your breathing, but there’s also an innate sense about it. He wasn’t expecting that.

He shifts slightly where he sits in a boxy armchair reading over some new intelligence reports on his tablet to watch you. You slowly sit up causing the water bottle he set on the mattress next to you to roll against your body, and you frown, then look around and see him almost immediately. Fear and anger show immediately in your face, exactly as he expected.

“Your food is on the counter,” he says flatly.

“I don’t want it.”

“You will,” he responds.

You look away from him, scan the single-room quarters, and then look down to the water bottle again. He hears your small sigh before you pick it up, unscrew the top to take a few sips, then close it and shift to one side of the bed and lay back down, curling up, facing away from him. There’s an east-facing window on that side of the room.

None of this behavior is unexpected, and it’s of no matter to him. He has you here, he’s keeping you here as long as necessary. You’re hurt, you will hold onto your pride at the offense for a long while yet, and he expects it. He’s not offended. It will wear away.

He has a few projects he planned to touch base with various research and development teams on the base, and so now that he knows you’re alert and fine, he has no problem resuming his operations and routines.

The single declaration over the food is all you say to him for the first few days.

Not that he is there much either. He has missions, projects, agendas – his own and Hydra’s, and certainly doesn’t exist to coddle his omega.

An omega, he reminds himself.

There is only one bed, and he doesn’t say one word about it to you. The first night when he returns, you are curled in on yourself on the edge of the bed much as you had been earlier when he left (though he notes you had eaten the roll from the dinner box, so you had moved at some point). He wordlessly changes into his sleepwear and slides beneath the sheets. He figures if it bothers you enough, you can choose to sleep on the small couch or the floor, but he isn’t going to give up the bed to accommodate you.

On the third day, you rise when he does. The small bathroom is the only private part of the living quarters, so he is closed off from you while he showers, but as he eats breakfast and finishes the rest of his morning routine, you sit in the armchair, legs curled up, and watch him with a cool storm in your eyes.

When he returns on the fourth night, you smell different. You wear the same clothes, but you’ve clearly showered, and you must have done what you could to clean your clothes in the sink because you're wearing them and not the base-issued garments. You’re already curled up on your side of the bed, still on top of the bedding, barefoot, but not sleeping yet.

Your state of unrest is burdening his thoughts. It’s an imposition he can’t have.

The way you bleed into his consciousness was the only thing he had stupidly forgotten to even account for in this maneuver to draw out the Soldat. Part of it was because he hadn’t been entirely sure he could successfully make the claiming bond – he knew he could get the bite, but it had been a gamble on whether it would work.

It had.

Though it hadn’t been like a clap of lightning but more like an invisible string threaded between the two of you. He had used it to manipulate the situation that night, but the reality of it had also shifted what his original plan for you had been.

Having never bonded with an omega, he had heard varying reports of how the connections could develop between an alpha and an omega. Some said it was strong enough to reach a degree of non-verbal communication, but this seemed to be developing as more of a constant, pressing awareness as the string wove further through him as the days passed, but an awareness that he was learning to read and decipher.

That cool storm that brewed in your eyes any of the few times you looked at him had to be tamed. He didn’t expect it to go away, but he could not have the rage brewing, growing, and pulsing from you to him. He can’t afford the distraction.

In an operations meeting one of the analysts sits down to the table with two unnecessary books in the stack of things they’ve brought with them, and he remembers that you loved to read.

He deposits a linen tote bag with a stack of books on your bedside table that night, returning after you’re already asleep.

He leaves for a mission across the globe before you wake the next morning.

When he returns three days later, it’s mid-afternoon, and he goes to his quarters after the mission debriefing. You’re sitting almost comfortably on the couch with one of the books. You still regard him with cold, guarded eyes, but you’re wearing the base-issued clothing. It’s plain, utilitarian, slate grey.

He remains with you the rest of the evening, the two of you eating dinner together at the small table in one corner of the room when meals are delivered. You don’t look at him, and he doesn’t watch you too much. He thought he had been focused on the mission. He thinks now the focus had come easily again because you were less angry, an icy ache rather than the rampant and enflamed rage that was only further agitated without anything to do.

The next day is unremarkable with this new development. You read, you wear different clothes from the base again, and he is back to his standard on-base routine, returning to his quarters after dinner but before dark. It’s the same the day after, and then the day after that. The only thing that changes at the end of one more day, is that once you’re settled to sleep and he slides into bed a quarter of an hour later, he’s about to drop off to sleep when he hears you take a deep breath.

His own heart stills. What are you about to do?

“Can I have normal clothes?” you ask softly.

One request could lead to another request, and another.

But if they’re as simple as this, easy enough to appease, he could say yes until he needs to refuse you something he’s not willing to entertain.

“I’ll see it done.”

“Oh,” your response is small, surprised.

“Now sleep,” he says, not a command.

Mid-morning he has a break between consultations, and he pulls one of the base caretakers aside and charges them with accommodating your request.

He returns to you before dinner that night. He simply finished his work earlier than usual that day, it’s nothing more than that. You’re in jeans and a lightweight crewneck sweatshirt. Eating dinner is another quiet affair, but the easiest it’s been out of the few times you’ve shared any meals in this place.

Over the next week he eats breakfast with you and most of his dinners. There’s a sadness that’s growing, but he is also melting the glacier of your guarded hostility.

While eating dinner one evening, you ask, “Where are we?”

“A Hydra research and development facility.”

You give it another moment, and then you press further, “And where’s this facility located?”

He looks up at you across the table and gives a dark, wry smirk. “Europe.” His tone is clipped. He can see you know that’s the end of the information he’s going to give you on the matter.

“How are your books?” he ventures after a few minutes. He had gone to the bookshop in the town to purchase a second stock of books for you earlier in the week.

“I appreciate them,” you answer. Without looking back up at him, you say, “The old you liked to read.”

He glowers at you, but he can see there’s almost a warmth in your eyes. It does something to him, so he drops his eyes back to his plate.

He stands abruptly and takes his plate to the counter by the sink, then he leaves. He won’t entertain that line of conversation with you. He paces through the facility for an hour before he returns. When he sees you seem to have been waiting for him, there’s a small warmth in his chest. You just nod at him, and he nods in return. No more words are exchanged between you that night.

When you both finally retire to bed, he doesn’t say a word or give any sign of reacting to you pulling the covers back on your side of the bed for the first time in this space and climbing into them, he simply does the same on his side. You still stay rigidly still and curled up, nearly on the edge of the mattress, but it’s more than he ever expected from you. The nights following, you maintain this step forward in proximity.

He notices your hand going to your bonding mark from Bucky over the following days, and it happens more and more frequently. He almost says something, but as he scrutinizes your actions, he sees you do it without seeming to think about it. It bothers him, but when he sees it’s not intentional, it’s not jealousy or rage that eats at him, it’s something else.

Because why hasn’t the Soldat come for you yet?

That was the object of the game, after all.

He was sure he hadn’t underestimated the Soldat’s skills or Bucky’s devotion to you. Bucky had, in fact, been spotted close enough in the region that the whole base had been on red alert for three days, certain the Winter Soldier would strike, but he hadn’t. Then the reports were he’d gone further north and left Italy altogether, so the alert had gone down from red to orange, and now sat at yellow - standard caution and operating procedures.

It was bothering him further because you were supposed to be Bucky’s beloved omega. How could he abandon you this long? Work so carelessly? Soldat should be desperate and raising hell at this point.

Because at this point?

It’s why Steve decides to embark on one more mission. He doesn’t tell you where he is going. He didn’t tell you even that he is going. He could already feel your unease growing, the questions and uncertainty. He doesn’t need his omega further agitated.

His mission is quick and successful.

As he returns, there is a sudden spike of fear and adrenaline when he is about an hour out from the base. It burns through his system, and he hasn’t felt any emotions overpower him this strongly in weeks and weeks, but after less than a minute it’s snuffs out almost as quickly as it had flared.

Twenty minutes from landing, a call buzzes in over his comms.

“Captain, our base has been attacked, but we are clear from intruders and in active recovery mode now,” his liaison’s voice relays.

“Intruders?” he growls.

“Full report forthcoming and will be ready by the time you arrive. You are cleared for landing but divert to the machine storage facility rather than our standard hangar, we’ve sustained damage there. End communication.”

Steve slams his fist against the arm rest of the seat – the place he knew could sustain the brunt of his impatience – and it breaks off, smashed away completely.

His landing approach gives him a view of the obvious devastation to the base, the entire northwest quadrant still in flames, but with crews working quickly to extinguish the fire.

His liaison is waiting in a truck to drive from the storage on the outskirts back to the main base.

“Twenty-two casualties, six injured, two hundred on evacuation disbursement orders. Only beta essential personnel and the damage control teams remain, prime essential personnel were evacuated as soon as the intruder was reported.”

Steve frowns. “Identity?”

“Confirmed as the Soldat.”

Steve nods. “You said intruders when you contacted me on approach.”

“We’ve since confirmed it was the Winter Soldier and only him.”

He nods again. That news wasn’t surprising. Had he known I would be gone? He was certainly cutting it close, waiting until almost the eleventh hour to come for his omega.

“Status of the omega?”

“We sedated and moved the omega to our facility outside of Geneva.”

Steve’s entire chest seizes in rage – not only moving his omega without consulting him, but to sedate her without any thought? It doesn’t matter that it’s standard protocol for prisoners, you’re his omega. However, every alarm in his head rings immediately that he can not show any ripple of emotion or he may very well never see his omega again. He won’t make the same mistake again – not for a third time.

“Geneva will be the next center of operations for current projects?” he asks.

“Correct. Early calculations project that this base can be functional again in four to five months, and we’ll evaluate whether projects will move back, or continue in Geneva and other bases in the region and clear the way for new initiatives here. We thought you would want to see evidence and damages yourself here first, which is why I didn’t redirect you once we had entered the first recovery stages after clearing all immediate threats, Captain.”

“The logical call,” he agrees.

Four and a half hours later, he touches down in Geneva, but it’s another two hours before he can escape all the protocol and regrouping strategy conversations. Within ten minutes after that, he’s in the new living quarters assigned to him on the Swiss base.

And there you are. Haphazardly deposited on the bed, but there all the same. He lets out a breath as he closes the door behind him. It locks automatically. He drops his pack on the couch and then makes his way to you. He rights your body, laying you fully across the bed and straightening your limbs. He removes your shoes and tucks a pillow beneath your head. He could smell you immediately on entering the quarters, but handling your body now confirms you’re dangerously close to breaking into your heat a day earlier than you were supposed to. He has no doubt it’s due to the distress of the day. That spike of fear and adrenaline he felt earlier had to have been you moments before you were sedated for transport.

He examines your neck, but sees no evidence of an injection, which leaves sedation by inhalation. In a situation where they needed efficiency and couldn’t chance a miscalculation of precision, it was the logical move. It also narrows things down to one of two compounds currently in use for inhaled sedation, which he appreciates.

Then he sees the bloom of a bruise forming already on your arm just above the elbow, and his brow furrows. He will review the footage and he will find out who did this to you.

Satisfied in general over your state – even breathing and no other visible injuries – he turns his attention to the new living quarters. It’s still a studio set up, but moderately larger than the Turin facility. There he’d been assigned quarters for an individual, and this is clearly one of the units designed for Hydra personnel with a partner. A marked difference here is an area that is sectioned off as a study with a desk and a bookshelf. There are already some books there, but empty shelves that can be filled as well.

There’s a decently sized case on the table in the kitchenette area. Inside is a selection of personal effects transported here from Turin, likely collected after the initial evacuation of personnel, but delivered here in those first two hours while he was in the strategy meetings upon arrival. There are a few items of his clothing, a modest selection of the wardrobe he’d arranged for you, toiletries, and even your small accumulation of books.

He has just finished unpacking the case when he can sense you stirring on the bed. A moment later he feels the spike of unease and tension as you register the new surroundings, sitting up on the bed, but he’s already approaching you.

He can feel the diminution of your nerves when your eyes land on him, but he sees the initial wave of relief in your eyes that you also try and stamp away in an instant.

He sits cautiously but with no apology on the edge of the bed next to you.

“Where are we?”

“A new facility.”

Your eyes study him for a moment. He knows you’re assessing that his answer means he won’t give you details. “Still in Europe?”

He nods.

“How long since the former facility was compromised?” you ask.

He smirks. You were always intelligent – not that it would have been difficult to figure out, but he’s proud of how quickly your mind works.

You huff at his hesitation and roll your eyes. “If you think I’ll use the information to try and figure out where we might be, I don’t know where we started, so it won’t be of any use to me, I’m just hungry and want to know how much time I’ve lost.”

“It’s been somewhere between seven to eight hours.”

He reaches for his communications tablet and quickly orders a standard meal for each of you to be delivered as he hasn’t eaten much either.

“It was him, wasn’t it?” you break the silence again. “Bucky found me.”

He hadn’t planned to tell you, but he won’t lie to you. “Yes”

“He’ll find me again. He said that wherever I went, he would find me.”

“Oh, I know.” His stare is back on you. “That’s the entire point. I need the Soldat.”

The silence that builds between you two is full of anger on your side. There’s nothing else for him to explain, but he’s curious to see how long you’ll keep this moment stretching on before ending it or saying something else.

But it grows more and more uncomfortable, and you try not to fidget. You’ve never been one to fidget, and certainly not over these past few weeks at any point around him. Then he notices the beads of perspiration gathering on your brow.

“Your heat, Omega.”

“My heat, not yours.”

“Sure,” he laughs cruelly. He reaches out to touch your cheek, somewhat patronizingly.

“Don’t touch me!” you snarl and snap your jaws at him, causing him to withdraw his hand immediately. “I don’t need you.”

“Fine.” He stands and retreats, not because he fears you in the slightest, but because he won’t fight your petulance, not when he has better things he can do at least for now. “Face your heat alone, Omega.”

He leaves, hearing you let out another impatient huff just as the door closes behind him.

He leaves you in pursuit of one of the data analysis rooms. If you’re going to be difficult and refuse him, he can do better things with his time until you’re ready to bend and keen for him. Once there, he logs into the system and pulls up the footage from Turin. He watches every frame of the Winter Soldier’s attack on the facility. It was shown earlier when he was meeting with the Hydra officers in debriefing the attack, but now he can study it alone in its entirety, moving from camera to camera outside, and then through each hallway and room without commentary from anyone else, able to slow down and rewind each moment as he sees fit.

It’s masterful.

And he looks directly at cameras after many of the kills. Twenty-two casualties and only six injuries? That’s intentional. He knows the Soldat could have executed this more quietly, and that’s evident in how he exits when he realizes you’ve been moved. From that point, his exit strategy has him engaging with almost no one, but setting fires and explosions, leaving enough damage in his wake to send his message.

It’s effective.

Steve narrows the block of time from the incident on the base and watches additional footage from the same ten-minute period. It’s every frame of the footage related to your acquisition, sedation, and transport from the base. He is interested in discovering just how the Soldat knew when to retreat, and he leaves notes in his log and in addition to drafting and sending a memo with some of his theories and observations to his primary liaison and a few of the officers on the taskforce. But his primary objective was to figure out who handled you so roughly, and he does. They will be dealt with later. He can’t expose such a personally driven need to deal out punishment.

While he’s been gone he’s felt the tenor of your emotions tugging at him – not tugging insistently, and with how tightly you’ve tried to control and suppress your emotions over the past few weeks, this must mean you’re battling to keep things at bay, pushed beneath the surface. As soon as he enters, he clocks the spiking fluctuations of your hormones. Since returning with you from Wakanda, he’s read extensively over the heat cycles, and this situation gives all the signs that you’re vacillating precaiously between falling into either a standard heat or a dry heat. You’re trying to stave off the heat as long as possible, but it will come, and if you fight it too hard, it will be a dry heat, which will be physically and mentally painful for you and difficult for him to navigate with you. He needs to edge you carefully from that tipping point of the dry heat.

You’re sitting at the table, having polished off one of the meals already and eating the last bits of the other one. It looks like they were boxes with sandwiches, fruit, and vegetables. You’ve left the celery from both servings. He smirks, but he’s glad you’ve eaten. That’s a good sign.

In another attempt at normalcy, desperate to keep things at bay, you push the chair out across the table from you with your foot, nodding for him to sit. You try and engage him in completely normal lines of conversation. He knows what you’re doing. He’ll entertain it for at least a little while so he can assess more of your state and how he should handle it.

He’s more concerned with watching you than listening to what you’re saying. You stand to refill your cup with water, and he follows you to the sink. He reaches into the cupboard and gets a glass of his own, encroaching somewhat into your space very casually. It doesn’t put you on edge, so he eases even closer, as you continue to talk. He puts a hand on your shoulder and leans in to fill his cup with the tap. There’s a slight hitch in your breathing at his proximity. He pushes the teasing of his closeness even more, moving his hand down your arm and resting it on the counter next to yours.

“I know what you need, Omega,” he whispers against the shell of your ear.

He can feel you do everything you can to remain still.

But then you turn your head ever so slightly toward him. “The last time you touched me, you humiliated me.” Your voice is flat.

He doesn’t respond, but he also doesn’t move.

Finally, you ask, “What did they do to you?” your voice barely above a whisper.

The dangerous question comes out of nowhere, and the surge of emotion it evokes in him is immediate. He growls, whipping away, not even thinking before he slams his fists on the table. It splits in two clean pieces. He grabs one before it even falls to the floor and throws it against the wall, smashing it, splinters flying.

He turns back, advancing on you, and you’re already trembling. He doesn’t relent, forcing you up against the wall, caging you in. He pounds his fist into the wall right above your head, and you close your eyes, afraid to move. He can smell the fear in your scent now, but there can be no confusion here.

“No, Omega,” he speaks low, and his other hand moves lightning fast to grip your chin. He can feel your pulse racing beneath his fingers. “Look at me.” You open your eyes. “We aren’t doing that.”

He leaves a beat of silence between you.

“Do you understand?”

You nod.

He drops your chin, then grips the neck of your shirt and yanks, ripping the fabric down the front and jerking you forward, making you bump into his chest. He picks you up and hauls you across the room with a few furious strides to drop you onto one of the armchairs.

You right yourself in the seat as he steps back, but only an arm’s length away. He doesn’t have to use his alpha voice or say the words. He knows the look he gives you communicates his instruction: stay put, don’t move.

He slowly undresses, unfastening, unbuckling, unzipping. He places each article of his dark tactical suit in an orderly pile on the coffee table. It’s purposeful, this tactic. The onset of your heat is only a moment away. You’ve been doing everything in your power to stave it off. Part of him clocks this enormous show of strength and sees it for more than stubbornness, recognizing the discipline and power within you. But this has gone on long enough, he needs you to finally tumble over the edge, and he will push you if he must.

He watches you watching him as he reveals each expanse of naked flesh – arms and torso, legs, and finally his loins when he slips off his boxer briefs. He’s hard for you, of course he is, the pheromones have been flooding out of you, and he wasn’t tempted to touch you in Turin, but now it’s all he can think about. He wants your body supple and pliant, submissive beneath him. He stands above you, looming, imposing – he knows he is, and he wants you to feel that he can do this – and pumps his cock slowly with his own fist.

He does it a few more times, watching you watch him. He sees the small ripple of a shudder you can’t suppress when your breath hitches.

“Undress,” he commands.

Your jaw ticks up. He knows you don’t like it – he felt it the first time he gave you an alpha command, and he hasn’t again until this moment. You look down as you reach behind your back to unclasp your bra and slide it off, dropping it to the floor. You stubbornly refuse to meet his eye since he’s making you do this – he knows it. You hook your thumbs into your waistband, and you push your leggings and underwear down in a slight huff.

“Spread your legs,” he issues another command.

You do, still refusing to meet his eye. Part of it is the irritation over the commands, but he knows part of it is also the trepidation still pulsing through you. He doesn’t want to make this easy for you, but he doesn’t want you to suffer the agony of a dry heat where you’ll be agitated, devoid of slick, in pain, and distressed.

He sinks to his knees between your parted thighs, but now you can’t help but look at him staking his claim there so close to your exposed core. He can see you have a million questions in your eyes, it’s the most you’ve allowed him to glimpse of you – the real you – these past weeks.

He lowers his head, keeping his eyes on yours, and licks a slow, broad stripe from the side of your knee along the soft flesh of your inner thigh. He can feel you tense and hold your breath. And he stops inches from your warm cunt, pulling back and kneeling back on his heels.

You whimper.

He knows he has you now.

“Touch yourself, Omega,” he doles out the third command. He knows how he wants this to play out.

“Don’t make me,” you plead, but your hands are already slowly moving to your center.

“Do it,” he barks, and you flinch.

There’s a little bit of slick between your pussy lips, and he watches you trace a finger slowly over your folds, up and down. You drop your head down and to the side, refusing once more to look at him.

“Omega, have you ever experienced the pain of a dry heat?”

You huff.

“Is that what you want?”

“I want him!” you blurt, and you certainly must not have meant to say it out loud because your hands immediately fly to cover your mouth and your eyes flash to him in fear. And anger. Both are there.

He growls and surges forward to claim your clit between his lips, clamping his hands at the juncture of your thighs to keep your legs open. He sucks hard and flicks his tongue angrily over the little bundle of nerves, drawing a cry from you immediately. Your hands push at his head, but there’s no match for his strength, and he holds your pelvis firmly to his face.

“No, no, no,” you murmur, starting to cry.

He keeps up the furious sucking and flicking, and it’s less than a minute before he feels your whole body seize up, frozen as the first orgasm crashes down on you. Slick begins to seep out in abundance, and he hums in approval, but he doesn’t relent, only changes his tactics. He flattens his tongue and laps at your cunt, letting his tongue slip between your folds and into your hole every two or three licks. It’s less frenzied, but no less insistent, and he rips a second orgasm from you easily. He hums in approval as this time that blissful wave forces you to throw your head and shoulders back, and you land against the back of the armchair, clutching at the rim of it next to your head.

But he won’t relent yet.

He reaches up to cup one of your breasts in his hand, and you moan and push your chest forward for him, head still thrown back, and he imagines your eyes must be shut. He squeezes your breast, then tweaks your nipple, and your breath hitches. He presses his mouth back to your folds and works his lips over your puffy, engorged clit, working slowly this time. He draws his hand away from your breast, and then he slides the fingers that just tweaked your nipple into your tight heat. He pumps slowly, and your hand moves to the back of his head, applying insistent pressure there. He crooks the fingers and strokes along your front wall, and he knows he finds the spot of your undoing when your legs abruptly shift, the left lengthening out, and your right hitching up over his shoulder to press into his back. He doesn’t change a thing now, sucking, pressing. He knows you’re on your way, but he will not hasten this. He wants you to feel every drawn out moment of this – some but not enough of what you need.

Paying attention to every breath above him, every movement of your body, and especially the way your muscles start to squeeze around the fingers he has inside you, he stops just short of your third orgasm.

You whine in protest, but he pushes himself up to stand above you. He grabs your waist and hauls you easily with his preternatural strength up and over his shoulder. You claw at his back, but it’s only a few quick steps for him to be able to throw you down onto the bed.

Your fear from his outburst is long gone, and the face you turn up at him is angry, and you snarl, quickly kneeling up on the bed.

He grasps your chin in his slick-covered hand and looks into your face. “You will beg for me, and only then will I consider whether or not I will touch you again or let you suffer.”

He drops your chin and is already turning away, but you’re lightning fast in reaching for his wrist.

He stops and only inclines his head part of the way to look back at you.

“Take me,” you plead, voice stronger than he expected.

He furrows his brow.

“Please,” you implore.

He turns fully back to you. Perhaps he shouldn’t be as surprised as he is. You’d always been adaptable and clever, and rarely stubborn to your own detriment. You had been stubbornly trying to hold the heat at bay, dangerously so to tempt the dry heat, but he knows this is an extreme circumstance for you, and with the tide turned yet again, he was almost impressed that you had so quickly determined it was worth it to take what you needed.

“Then present,” he says simply.

You turn, moving up to the middle of the bed, but close to the headboard, and kneel on all fours.

He climbs up behind you.

You drop down to your elbows, subjecting yourself to him, omega to alpha.

He takes his cock in his hand and rubs the angry red tip up and down your slick folds. You whimper, and he sees the small shiver that runs down your spine. He sinks his thick length into your tight heat, and you both groan as he fills you for the first time. He doesn’t move once his hips are finally flush against your ass. He breathes in and out, in and out, and watches your measured breaths as well.

He did not know it would be like this.

He reaches forward, grips your shoulder, and pulls you up and back towards him. Your hands move to reach out to steady yourself on the headboard. He presses his fingers into that juncture at your neck where he claimed you, and you keen, throwing your head back. He leans forward and while his right hand stays anchored at your hip, his left strokes that bite again, then moves to hold the front of your neck as he leans down and forward over you. You look up at him, he looks down at you. “You’re fucking mine, Omega,” he growls, your eyes locked.

“Yes, Alpha.”

Then he feels you rock your hips back against his. He smooths his hand down your neck, then presses his lips to your forehead. “You’re mine,” he says again, imprinting the words against your skin.

Then he pulls back and thrusts into you. A few thrusts like that, but as you begin to keen for him, begging for more, he has to drop back and grip your hips with both hands to fuck you. You both come twice – once quickly, and once more very slowly – before you’re boneless beneath him, and he forces you down to the mattress, shifting you to your side and drawing you up against his chest. You whine, but he strokes your arm and promises he’ll give you more once you sleep.

While you sleep in his arms, sticky and sweaty, his mind goes to work.  

It’s not long before you wake again, and you two truly fuck, carnal bleeding with a few moments that are too tender for either of you to acknowledge. But his stamina outmatches yours and he has you exhausted and sleeping again before long.

He’s never taken care of an omega in heat before, and it’s all-consuming, but he stays focused. When you’re awake, he plies your body with pleasure until you cry, keen, moan, scream aloud and silently, and it goes on and off again between sex and sleep all through the day. He’s prepared for your reluctance during the first high phase of the heat to eat or drink anything, but he slips you bits of fruit and nuts as he can, gets you to greedily gulp water only after he pushes it your way insistently. You want his cock, not hydration or nutrition.

A little before midnight the second night, you stretch and yawn waking from another of your short sleeps, and then you roll out of bed and pad to the bathroom. He’s been rooting through some of the cupboards, taking stock of what’s there, and he finishes quickly and follows you into the bathroom after he hears you flush the toilet and then turn on the showerhead. You’re slipping into the shower when he enters the bathroom, and he’s there in time for you to give the silent invitation for him to join you – the expectation, even.

You’re still in heat, but craving a shower lets him know you’ll have enough of your mind back for what needs to happen now.

Things are tenuous, but there’s no denying that this heat has changed things for both of you. He claimed you in Wakanda, but the two of you have bonded through the first thirty hours of this heat in ways neither of you thought possible.

He takes the lathered-up sponge you place in his hands, and he washes your body carefully. Then you take it back, soap it up again, and run it over his skin with the same kind of attention.

He washes your hair, you rinse away the suds, and then he pulls you flush against him. You take his hardening cock in your hand and pump shamelessly. He groans appreciatively, than pushes your back up against the tiles, moves your hands away, and pulls your leg up around his waist so he can enter you. You clutch at his shoulders for stability and moan. He buries his head into the crook of your neck, but he speaks just loud enough for you to hear, “This is the only place I’m sure no one will hear us, but they also need to have no reason to question what’s happening if they’re monitoring.” He moves his hips back and then pumps slowly into you again. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” you moan, “more, Alpha.”

The corner of his mouth ticks up slightly, though he knows you can’t see it. He tongues his bite at your neck, and you whimper. He gives you another thrust, and you keen.

“I won’t have you anywhere near these Hydra personnel anymore. I don’t trust them.”

The surprised noise that escapes your throat is slightly distressed, and so he speeds up his thrusts a little. “My heat,” you whisper.

“The heat cycle is the only time no one expects me to be anywhere or respond to anyone unless there’s complete catastrophe, and I already reported the onset of your heat last night. They won’t disturb us for a few more days, and they will not expect us to attempt to leave our quarters let alone the facility. If we can manage to get out unnoticed, we will have enough of a head start on time to lose them completely.”

You remain quiet.

“Omega?”

“And go where?”

“You don’t need to know that.”

You push his face away from your neck and push at his chest. “I’m still nothing more than your bait?”

He growls and turns you around so your chest and face are pressed up against the wall.

“I’m still your alpha, and yes my end game is still to draw out the Soldat.”

“Why?”

“I need him.”

He nudges your legs apart and enters you from behind, and you groan as he fills you.

He pulls back, about to enter you again, but then you turn your head, and gasp, “Wait,” in a tone that’s different enough that he does, brow furrowing as he meets your eyes.

“Omega?”

“Tell me what happened to Sam, to you, and I promise I’ll go with you willingly.”

He didn’t think you knew Sam had been with him.

You reach for his head and urge him back to the cradle of your neck.

With more than your words and the gentle action, you’re also entreating him through the bond, he can feel it. It’s powerful. And so he tells you. It only takes him two sentences to tell you what you need to know. Tears stream down your face, and he fucks you then, the fucking he needs for him, not you, but you allow him to take.

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MY HERO ACADEMIA | Masterlist

Last Updated: August 8th, 2020

| Key: ✿ → SFW | ✦ → NSFW | β → Omegaverse | ⚠︎ → Dark content |

Because of the amount of content created, this had to be split into 2 Masterlists. I hope you understand!

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Dabi

✿ [HC] Dabi Dating a single Dad ✿ || Male Reader ||

✿ [HC] Quirk based on the 7 Deadly sins (Lust) ✿ || GN reader ||

⚠︎✿ [HC] Dabi having a crush on a Hero ✿⚠︎ || GN Reader ||

✿ [HC] Parenting Headcanons ✿ || GN reader ||

✿ [HC] Fandoms they were in ✿

β✿ [HC] They’re an omega ✿β || GN Reader ||

β✦ [HC] Omega Dabi Heat Headcanons ✦β || GN Reader

β✿ [HC] Going all out for a Pregnancy Announcement ✿β || GN Alpha Reader ||

⚠︎ "Tristful" || Angst ⚠︎ || GN Reader ||

Denki Kaminari

✿ [HC] Dating them in secret ✿ || GN Reader ||

✦✿ [HC] Accidentally grabbing your chest ✿ ✦ || GN Reader ||

✿ [HC] Parenting Headcanons ✿ || GN Reader ||

✿ [HC] Fandoms they were in ✿

β✦ Omega Denki Headcanons ✦ β || GN Reader ||

β✦ “I may not go down in history, but I’ll go down on you” ✦ β || GN Alpha Reader ||

β✿ [HC] Going all out for a Pregnancy Announcement ✿β || GN Alpha Reader ||

✿ "One Month In" ✿ || GN Reader ||  Denki has a crush on you and has been there for you through your relationship, but he can’t help but make a move after you break up.

Eijiro Kirishima

✿ [HC] Dating them in secret ✿ || GN Reader ||

✿ [HC] Having an Australian S/O ✿ || GN Reader ||

✿ [HC] Quirk based on the 7 Deadly sins (Sloth) ✿ || GN Reader ||

✿ [HC] Parenting Headcanons ✿ || GN Reader ||

✿ [HC] Fandoms they were in ✿

β✿ [HC] They're an Omega ✿β || Alpha GN Reader ||

β✿ Reader and Bakugo courting Alpha Kirishima ✿β | Poly Scenario | GN Alpha Reader ||

Enji Todoroki

✿ [HC] Dating them in secret ✿ || GN Reader ||

✿ [HC] Quirk based on the 7 Deadly sins (Wrath)  ✿ || GN Reader ||

✿ [HC] Introducing his Male S/O to his family  ✿ || Male Reader ||

β [HC] Omega Endeavor Headcanons β

β Distressed Omega!Reader x Alpha!Endeavor β || GN Reader ||

β Alpha Endeavor with a Beta Male Reader β || Male Reader ||

✿ SFW Alphabet ✿

✿ Just For Show ✿ || GN ||[Part 1] To boost Endeavors popularity, His agency suggests he try a fake relationship to show how he has changed to be a better man. One rule though, “Don’t catch feelings.” What happens when you both seem to break the rule?

Fumikage Tokoyami

✿ [HC] Fandoms they were in ✿

β✿ [HC] They’re an omega ✿β || GN Reader ||

Himiko Toga

β✿ [HC] Alpha Toga x Omega Female Reader ✿β || Female Omega Reader ||

Hitoshi Shinsou

✿ [HC] Fandoms they were in ✿

β✿ [HC] They’re an omega ✿β || GN Reader ||

β✿ [HC] More Omega Shinsou Headcanons ✿β

⚠︎ Zombie AU || Hitoshi Shinsou ⚠︎

Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)

✿ [HC] Dating them in secret ✿ || GN Reader ||

✿ [HC] Having an Australian S/O ✿ || GN Reader ||

✿ [HC] Parenting Headcanons ✿ || GN Reader ||

✿ [HC] Fandoms they were in ✿

β✿ [HC] Omega Mic Headcanons ✿β

β✿ [HC] Going all out for a Pregnancy Announcement ✿β || GN Alpha Reader ||

Izuku Midoriya (Deku)

✿ [HC] Dating them in secret ✿ || GN Reader ||

✿ [HC] Quirk based on the 7 Deadly sins (Gluttony) ✿ || GN Reader ||

✿ [HC] Izuku helping a Sick S/o || GN Reader ||

✿ [HC] Izuku Dating an Alt. Styled S/O ✿ || GN Reader|

✿ [HC] Fandoms they were in ✿

β✦ Alpha Bakudeku helping Omega reader in heat ✦β || GN Omega Reader || Poly Fic ||

β✿ “The butterflies in my stomach have turned into little feet” ✿β || GN Alpha Reader ||

Jin Bubaigawara (Twice)

✿ [HC] Parenting Headcanons ✿ || GN Reader ||

β✿ [HC] Going all out for a Pregnancy Announcement ✿β || GN Alpha Reader ||

✦ NSFW Alphabet ✦

✿ Adore you ✿ || GN Reader || You decide to ask Twice to dance with you to ease his mind

Katsuki Bakugo

✿ [HC] Dating them in secret ✿ || GN Reader ||

✿ [HC] Having an Australian S/O ✿ || GN Reader ||

✿ [HC] Fandoms they were in ✿

✿ [HC] Reacting to their S/O having a breakdown ✿ || GN Reader ||

β✿ [HC] They're an Omega ✿β || Alpha GN Reader ||

β✿ Reader and Bakugo courting Alpha Kirishima ✿β | Poly Scenario | GN Alpha Reader ||

β✦ Alpha Bakudeku helping Omega reader in heat ✦β || GN Omega Reader || Poly Fic ||

✿ SFW Alphabet  ✿

✿ Fluff ABC’s ✿

Kai Chisaki (Overhaul)

✿ [HC] Relationship Headcanons ✿ || GN Reader ||

β [HC] Omega Overhaul Headcanons || GN Reader || β

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

✿ [HC] Pampering Stressed Hawks ✿ || GN Reader ||

✿ [HC] Reacting to their S/O having a breakdown ✿ || GN Reader ||

β✿ Omega! Hawks during spring ✿β || GN Alpha Reader ||

β✿ Nesting with Hawks ✿β || GN Alpha Reader ||

β✿ [HC] Going all out for a Pregnancy Announcement ✿β || GN Alpha Reader ||

β✿ [HC] Pregnant Omega Hawks ✿β || GN Alpha Reader ||

β✿ [HC] Hawks Pregnant again after having twins ✿β || GN Alpha Reader ||

β✦ “I may not go down in history, but I’ll go down on you” ✦β || GN Alpha Reader ||

β✦ Omega! Hawks in Heat ✦β || GN Alpha Reader ||

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The Deadliest of Sins

Ship: Emily Prentiss/Reader

Summary: An UNSUB is determined to expose the rampant seven deadly sins in the DC community and you accidentally find yourself living out Lust...

Word Count: 1358

Author's Note: This fills the Sex Pollen square on my @cmkinkbingo2024 card. It's also a sequel to "At Your Service" and "Yes, Daddy".

“Maybe we should wait for the crime scene techs?” Emily suggested, watching you step further into the ransacked lab where the team suspected the UNSUB concocted his substances.

“There isn’t time,” you insisted, pulling a pair of gloves out of your pocket and putting them on. She didn’t seem entirely convinced, judging by the way she remained at the threshold. She may have complete and utter control over you sexually, but she didn’t outrank you in the field, so you chose to ignore her silent protest and continued picking through the wreckage.

The UNSUB seemed to be making some kind of statement about society and the seven deadly sins. He was targeting Alphas and dosing them with some mystery substance that forced them to act out one of the deadly sins; his latest attack had been on an MMA gym, causing the patrons to beat each other to bloody pulps in an act of wrath. He’d been through four of the seven sins already and his timeline was escalating.

You weren’t going to let Emily’s uncharacteristically cautious attitude stop you from making a break in the case...

“I really think...” she started to say.

And, in that exact same moment, you tripped on a wire strung at ankle level, activating some kind of booby trap that released a pressurized canister of powder built into the ceiling and sealing the doors and windows shut.

You had a feeling there was a big ‘I told you so...’ coming your way.

...

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Emily said, nervously bouncing her foot as you waited to be seen by a doctor.

“I’m fine,” you insisted for the umpteenth time. “It probably doesn’t even work on Omegas.” Even as you said that, you were mentally undressing her – it didn’t help that the topmost button on her blouse was straining against its seam, threatening to pop open at any moment. You could see just a hint of lace peeking out and it had you nearly salivating.

“Y/N?” Emily prompted, her tone indicating that it wasn’t the first time she’d said it.

That was when you realized you’d been staring. You opened and closed your mouth a few times, attempting to jump-start speech...and failing. You shook your head to clear out the cobwebs, then tried again, “I... I want...”

You barely had time to process the fact that you were leaning in before your lips landed on hers and you were kissing her as if your life depended on it. Your fingers were already fumbling with the zipper of her jeans, desperate to touch her and for her to touch you...only she wasn’t.

“Emily...” you whined between kisses, finally getting her zipper down.

She wrapped her fingers around your wrists to halt your progress, though you continued to struggle against her grip. “Y/N,” she said firmly, “Stop.”

You shook your head. “Nothing’s wrong,” you insisted, fighting her grip on your wrists, “I just want...”

“Baby, look at me,” she said gently, tipping your chin up so you were forced to meet her gaze. “Your pupils are completely blown – whatever you were dosed with is clearly effecting you.”

“But... I thought... Weren’t they working on an antidote?” you stammered, struggling to comprehend the situation, especially when Emily was still within kissing distance.

She shook her head, doing her best to remain calm. “There’s not enough time to perfect it for your specific situation.” She paused for a moment, exhaled slowly to calm herself. “Okay, here’s what we’re going to do...” she started.

You shook your head, interrupting her, “I-I can’t... I can’t wait, I have to...” You shook your head again. Your self-control was starting to fray and it was all you could do to restrain yourself from jumping on her and absolutely ravaging her. She seemed to sense this and grabbed your hand, tugging you towards the exit. “But...” you stammered, “What about...”

“No time.” She managed to get you as far as the car before you officially lost all control, pressing her up against the car and kissing her with desperate need.

“Emily...” you whined between kisses, “Emily, I need you, please...” You were literally trembling and couldn't seem to regain control of your senses. Sweat beaded on your brow and you felt decidedly feverish. All you could think about was cumming as quickly and as many times as possible.

“Get in the car, Baby,” Emily said gently, reaching behind her to open the door.

You climbed into the backseat, already bunching your dress up around your waist. Emily climbed in behind you, patting her lap in silent indication that you should straddle her. Quick to obey, you manoeuvred yourself into position and found her lips once again.

Delving her tongue into your mouth, she pushed your panties to the side and slid two fingers into your dripping cunt, swallowing your moan as she did so. You broke free from the kiss to toss your head back as you began to ride her fingers with enthusiasm.

As far as unfortunate situations went, you couldn’t help but think that this one wasn’t really all that bad...not that you’d admit that out loud, of course. As quickly as you had that thought, though, it was just as quickly ushered from your mind as Emily’s fingers found your clit. You bucked your hips sharply and tossed your head back, body thrumming with need.

“Emily,” you panted, “Emily!”

“I know, Baby,” she purred, “I know... You need to cum, don’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy! Please, Daddy!”

She grinned smugly. In spite of the situation and its less than desirable circumstances, she couldn’t help but be pleased with the result. “Cum for me, Baby,” she coaxed. “Daddy gives you permission.” The thrusts of your hips became erratic and sloppy as you neared your climax and she continued to egg you on with her words and her thumb on your clit, until you finally came with a cry of her name. “God, you’re gorgeous, Baby,” she purred as she popped your breast out of your dress so she could lean in and take your nipple into her mouth.

“Fuck me!” you cried out, the sensation of her fingers still moving inside you combined with the way she worked your nipple with her lips, teeth, and tongue sending you into sensory overdrive.

She chuckled against your breast. “If you insist...” she said, all cockiness and mischievousness. With an arm wrapped around your waist, she flipped the two of you so you were laying on the seat and she was hovering over top of you, then proceeded to tear your panties clean off.

She slotted her knee between your legs so that the fabric of her jeans was rubbing up against your bare cunt. “You wanna cum, Baby?” she taunted, “Go right ahead. Rut against my thigh like the little bitch you are.”

Whining petulantly, you fluttered your lashes up at her as if that would be of any sway. (Spoiler alert: it was not.)

“Don’t whine, Baby,” she said firmly, “You don’t have to do it...but I also don’t have to let you cum.”

With a little huff, you realized she had you over a barrel here and reluctantly began moving your hips, chasing your climax against her thigh.

You managed to cum once, twice, three more times without her touching you. You were beginning to feel the strain on your body: muscles tense, taught, and shaking; cunt raw from the friction of her denim; sweat soaking your dress and making your hair stick to your forehead. But you also hadn’t quite gotten the drug out of your system and you knew you needed to keep going...

Before you could cum yet again, though, there was a knock on the window, following by a light shining into the vehicle. Emily was quick to throw a blanket over you before rolling down the window, turning to the interloper and plastering on her best politician smile.

She breathed a sigh of relief, though, let out a small nervous laugh. “Jesus, Jayje...you scared the hell out of me!” she exclaimed.

“You do know there’s this thing called public indecency, right?” she said dryly.

[lulu2992]

From the Inquisitor to the Baptist: The Evolution of John Seed

When Far Cry 5 came out, on March 27, 2018, players got to finally meet John Seed “in person” and see his final design. That said, it’s still possible to stumble upon early versions of him in the game and its files.

All the sources and references indicated by the superscript numbers will be given in the last post.

Part 2: Physical appearance, clothes, and tattoos (Far Cry 5)

Here is John Seed, the Baptist, as he appears in Far Cry 5 most of the time:

His coat is now decorated with planes, but it still has scales on the buttons. He has a two-tone blue shirt, a vest (it seems, heavily inspired by a piece from the D&G Spring/Summer 2010 menswear collection²⁷), dark grey jeans with a brown belt and an “EG” belt buckle, dark grey, laced, probably leather boots, a watch, an Eden’s Gate earring, blue sunglasses (on his head), his bunker key around his neck, a SLOTH scar on his chest, and a lot of tattoos²⁸:

Among them, in addition to the ones previously mentioned in Part 1 (the letters and symbols on his fingers, the goat, the snake, the flames, the scales, and the angelic figure with the dove in the wreath), we find:

On his right arm,

a nautical star (can represent guidance) and diamonds/jewels (can represent beauty and power)

the number seven in tally marks (also tattooed on his left little finger), probably for the seven deadly sins

a fly (can represent determination)

a sword/dagger (can represent protection or sacrifice)

an anchor (can represent God and groundedness) with another snake and pair of scales

a crescent moon (can represent purity or transition, a new beginning)

a peacock feather (the peacock is used to symbolize Pride)

the word SLOTH crossed out

a flaming horseshoe, possibly to symbolize the Horsemen (and fire) of the Apocalypse.

On his left arm,

a revolver, maybe the last vestige of the gun he was holding in the first promotional pictures and in Absolution

an eagle, which looks like it’s about to catch the snake, maybe to symbolize Eden’s Gate (the cult used to be represented by an eagle, as seen in the early piece of concept art of the Seed family¹), “killing” sins (here, Envy)

an ax (can represent strength and fearlessness)

the plane pattern that is now also on his coat

a religious cross

a chair and the words “SIT DOWN & WE TALK”, most likely a reference to the fact he’s the Project’s Confessor

a holy figure with a sickle attached to their hand and what looks like sprigs of wheat, the latter probably symbolizing the Reaping and the fact John is in charge of it

another cross with “EG” in the middle, as well as the Greek letters alpha (A) and omega (ω), “the beginning and the end” in the Book of Revelation in the Bible

a bird, maybe a swallow (can represent freedom and resilience).

Most of his tattoos seem to be religious symbols, but depending on who you ask, tattoos can have very different, sometimes deeply personal meanings, so it’s difficult to know exactly what they’re supposed to represent. Some of the significations I’ve just mentioned in the list are very generic and can be found on many websites.

The crossed-out word SLOTH is particularly interesting to me because John has a similar scar on his chest, and “Acedia” (Sloth) is missing from the list tattooed on his left hand. It seems he really hates this sin²⁹…

But funnily enough, in the game, John doesn’t always look like this.

In the bedroom of the Holmes Residence, on Joseph’s Island, there are pictures of the Seed family on the wall, and John appears in two of them³⁰:

In the first one, he’s wearing his sunglasses, and his coat appears to have EG logos on it instead of planes. In the other picture, his coat might also be the “old” one, but it’s hard to tell.

In the family portrait, also visible in the Holmes Residence³¹, it’s his early character model (no glasses, no tattoos, “EG” pattern on the coat), the one we see in the Prima Games guide, who is in the picture. His siblings look slightly different as well.

In Dutch’s bunker, there also are pictures (and short descriptions) of the Father and his Heralds. Once again, it’s John’s early model who seems to be in the photo³².

In the “Power of Yes” poster, he’s wearing his sunglasses³²:

On the “We love you and we will take you” billboards³², John’s picture is a mixture of several designs. His coat is the final one, with planes, but his face appears to belong to his early model because his sunglasses are nowhere to be found and I think his beard looks slightly longer. He has the SLOTH scar and bunker key, but the letters on his fingers are S, G, and G for Sloth and Gluttony/Greed. The tattoo on his hand is hard to see, but it doesn’t seem to be the nautical star and diamonds.

In the menu, more specifically in the Journal, where missions are listed, we can once again see John’s early model (no glasses, no tattoos), like in this image that illustrates the mission “The Confession”³³:

I’ve previously mentioned an early version of the “You have been Marked” broadcast (in IGN’s video²¹), but an even earlier version of it can be seen in Far Cry Arcade. If you add the “Counter Cafeteria” (Far Cry 5 > Objects > Residential > Kitchen) to your map in the Arcade Editor, you can see this³⁴:

The Eden’s Gate cross that appears at the beginning is also a very early design, the one featured in what could be the first artwork of the Seed family¹.

A picture of John’s old 3D model was also in the deleted in-game encyclopedia (still partially available in the files)³⁵. His sunglasses, key, scar, and tattoos are missing, and he has the EG coat.

In the loading screens for the Holland Valley region, although John looks a little more realistic than his in-game model, his design appears to be the same³⁶:

As for his in-game portrait and character icon, they feature his final design as well:

But there also exists a very early version of this portrait in the files. John appears to be the character on the left, once again wearing sunglasses³⁷:

But surprisingly, the release of Far Cry 5 didn’t mark the end of the changes regarding John’s appearance. After the game came out, his model was slightly altered one last time.

If you ever took a close look at his shoes in the first few months that followed the release of Far Cry 5, you may have noticed that there was blood on them. This blood stain is also visible in the “Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse” official artwork²³:

But when I looked at his shoes again in the Arcade Editor five months later, the blood was mysteriously gone…

I have no idea why it was removed, but I like that it was because John’s evolution, from the game’s earliest stages of development to its final version, was not just physical; his personality, methods, and morals were also modified. The blood disappearing from his shoes is a subtle and maybe meaningless change, but I think it perfectly illustrates how his violence was gradually toned down during the development of Far Cry 5.

To be continued…

[tetsunabouquet]

House Of Anubis: How the OG Dutch/Belgium show was butchered in its adaptation by Nickelodeon Part 1: Mick & Fabian

Given ATLA and Percy Jackson have gotten butchered again, I have decided to finally open my mouth about my favorite children's tv show: Het Huis Anubis. I am making this in several parts, because god this show was done dirty by Nickelodeon- especially the English adaptation. Today, we will go over exhibit A, Mick and Fabian and how they as individuals were butchered and their bromance was scrapped - all due to Nickelodeon's homophobia because OG Fabian's actor, Lucien van Geffen, came out as a gay man after the show ended. 1. Let's start with the most obvious thing: the boys appearance. Fabian is way cuter and way less nerdy looking in the English adaptation. The dude became Prom King for crying out loud. In the OG, whilst Fabian was cute, he was so in an overtly nerdy way and the idea of him becoming Prom King at all would have been an obvious prank. Mick was the dumb jock, the pretty boy of the cast who got played by a model. As a bisexual, this was the show that would get me bi-panicking because of Mick and Nienke (Nina in the English adaptation). 2. The aforementioned stereotyping was actually part of what made the bromance work. Because stereotypes are easier to understand for younger children and their contrasting stereotypes were written in such a beautiful way as they saw each other's value. Because in the OG, Mick has a lot of things going for him and he has a heart of gold but he has a dream he cannot accomplish being the dumb pretty boy he is but Fabian can. Because in the OG, Mick has a blind younger sister that he would like to cure more then anything but knows he's too dumb for medicine school unlike Fabian. He also knows Fabian is more courageous then he is and sees him as someone with lots of valuable traits whereas Fabian values Mick's loyalty and good, friendly nature as one of the show's primary himbo's. Their stereotypes allowed kids to understand each stereotype came with valuable traits. It's okay if you're a nerd or a jock. 3. MICK NEVER LEFT. Mick always remained the ignorant himbo walking around the house as his friends were busy dealing with cults. He was the breath of fresh air that brought normalcy throughout the show with his romance drama. Though he was ignorant of what they were doing, it's not like Mick was 100% oblivious throughout the entire show. For crying out loud Fabian had to fake his death at one point, with no one knowing he was still alive. Who was the one Fabian went to so he could say he was still alive? Mick. Really, a secret handshake is in no way on the same level as only telling your best friend you are still alive. 4. Which brings me to another character that never left: Nienke! Unlike her English counterpart Nina, Nienke remained as the leader of the Sibuna gang throughout the show with Fabian being the healthy kind of boyfriend who never felt like he had to take leadership away from her or anything. I swear in regards to Fabian in the English adaptation, they tried to hard to make a more alpha male version of Fabian. He's hotter, he gets more girls, he gets to be the leader and more. There is literal evidence they had toxic masculinity in mind: its Fabian falling to the sin of Pride in the show. Whilst the English adaptation was only faithful to the first season, the 7 deadly sins do show up in the first Anubis movie where Nienke is kidnapped by the antagonist. OG Fabian is literally the first person to win from all 7 deadly sins with the sin he ALMOST succumbs to being wrath as his friends and Nienke were about to die. Fabian was the virtuous knight in that movie and they actively made him more prideful in the English adaptation. Why would they change his relationship with Nienke and things like this, if it wasn't to make Fabian seem more masculine and whatnot because Lucien being gay emasculates Fabian in the eyes of Nickelodeon. For fuck's sake, Lucien was literally chosing to stay in the closet during the show because the ship was HUGE. He didn't wanted to break all of the little children's hearts by saying he was gay. Lucien was gracious 100%!

[fandomworld9728]

The Morningstar Pack - Chapter 1

(This chapter gets NSFW!)

"Alastor, for the last time, you are not going to kill my father." This is not what Lucifer wanted to be doing with this insufferable man right now. They could be doing much more fun or productive things. Or even picking up from when they were interrupted that morning.

However, the Radio Demon was insistent on his plan to murder the Lord in Heaven. When asked about his reason behind it, he explain how he believed God was trying to make it so Lucifer and Adam would end up together.

Honestly, Lucifer couldn't blame Alastor for thinking that. He knew for a fact that his father was a huge supporter of him and Adam. It's why he had been allowed to reproduce with the first man all those years ago.

"Al. God is not trying to cockblock you."

"Look at the evidence, my dear. Until I'm proven wrong, I am sticking to my plans."

"Yeah? Well, I don't want my idiotic deer to be reduced to a pile of ashes. Especially not right in front of me."

"As if I would allow- What did you say?"

Both men were silent as Lucifer's words registered. A gold blush spreading across his face as a smug smirk settled on the sinner's lips.

"So, I'm yours now, sire? Careful what you say. I do not like to share."

Alastor knew at some point he would have to share the fallen angel, but that didn't mean he had to like it. This was progress though. True progress. He now had verbal confirmation that the king wanted him too and not just physically. That helped cool the burning jealously inside him at the thought of sharing what was his.

"W-Well... T-That is- fuck." The omega found himself backed up against a wall and couldn't find it in himself to care at the moment. Not when his alpha's touch was making him feel so good.

Startled by that thought, Lucifer used all his remaining willpower to push Alastor's hands away. Ignoring the frustrated growl from the other man, he gave him a serious look. 

"We need to talk about what this... thing between us is before we go any further."

"I believe I've made my intensions known for some time now. However, since I have not properly courted you yet, your confusion is my own fault. Apologies."

So he was right! This wasn't just flirting and their odd sexual tension fueling the sinner. It soothed something inside him and made his decision easier.

"Now that that's been settled," Grabbing the taller man by the shirt, Lucifer yanked him down closer to properly reach him. Why did he always go for ridiculously tall partners? "I can prove to you once and for all that my father is not trying to cockblock you."

Surprised by the sudden shift, Alastor fell to his knees from the fallen angel's show of strength. That had arousal burning in his gut. Filing that away to explore at a later date, he wasted no time in pulling his king close and getting his hands on that smooth, unmarked skin.

Had that really been what worried Lucifer enough to pause their activities? Concern that this was only about sex? If that was the case, Alastor was more than happy to show him otherwise. He'd have to converse with their dear Charlie and maybe one of the Deadly Sins to find the perfect courting gifts. But first, he had his omega to take care of.

The confirmation from both demons about wanting their relationship to be something more serious caused their desperation to grow. No patience for gentle touches, Alastor threaded a clawed hand through those silk-like blonde locks before gripping tightly and tugging. A grin spread across his face at the wide - eyed expression and needy moan he had been rewarded with.

Closing what little distance was life between them, the sinner eagerly swallowed the sound. His other hand that had been busy undoing the fallen angel's shirt and waistcoat, bowtie long ripped off and tossed God knows where, slipped into his pants.

He was so wet. It made pride bloom in his chest as he easily slipped two fingers inside the omega, the whine muffled by their kiss only increasing the feeling. Nothing was going to stop them this time. Not those idiotic angels, not that buffoon Adam, not even their lovely daughter (a thought to reflect upon on a later date) or her partner.

The other residents of the hotel were capable enough to fend off any attacks to the hotel until they were finished. Unless high ranking angels targeted them. That was highly unlikely, so they had nothing to worry about.

Clothes discarded; Alastor pressed the willing and unnaturally warm body under him into the bed and finally, finally, sunk into the tight, wet heat of Lucifer's. It was like his own personal little slice of Heaven. Taking a deep, steadying breath, he forced himself to be still.

"W-Why did you stop?" Grinding down to try and get the alpha to move, Lucifer whimpered and huffed in frustration when instead of enticing the other man to fuck him, he was held still.

The low, amused chuckle above him made him pout but calm down some. What was Alastor waiting for? What more did he have to do?

"Apologies, my dear. I would like to enjoy our time together. I fear I may not last too long if I allow myself to go too wild outside of my rut."

Oh. That was... sweet. Lucifer hadn't expected slow and loving sex so soon into their odd relationship, but hell, he wasn't gonna complain or turn it down. Especially not when it had his inner omega purring in a way it hadn't in many, many years.

Amused at his angel's improved mood at his realization, Alastor set a slow, steady pace and made sure he gave as good as he took. Caressing and kissing the beautiful body under him and the wonderful creature it belonged to.

Yes. Alastor was not going to lose this. Even if it meant he had to... ugh... share. 

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The Life of the Mornginstars - Chapter 1

[missacidburn928]

Feeling extra gothic and spooky. Might mess around and finally work on this beauty.

Fantasy/Little Red Riding Hood/ABO AU 

Our Alphas: Jax Teller, Dean Winchester, Captain Syverson, Ari Levinson, Bucky Barnes

Our Little Red Omega "Selene/Red": Omega Fae with powerful sex magic who's scent lures the strongest Alpha's from all around to test their might and virility. Light hazel eyes in shades of green and amber. Full pouty lips. Thicc and curvy. Built to be every wolf’s desire. Made to be bred. Has an unquenchable lust for the taste of Alpha blood on her tongue and her mark on their flesh. 

Summary:

Their sweet words fall like bittersweet honey. Lacing pain and menace under a sugary facade. Coating everything. Sticky, sweet and unthreatening. All earth and warmth. The best disguise for unsuspecting beings, with open hearts and damaged souls.

A succulent entree for her sharp teeth to feast upon. For she is made of moonlight and fang. All charm and soulful eyes. While hiding an all encompassing darkness inside. 

Sinful lips with a deadly tongue. Patiently waiting for her prey to become safe and lucid. Drunk off of her words and lingering touch.

When their red hoods fall, exposing the softness of their throats. Her eyes become bigger, as her hunger and lust for flesh grows. Just one bite and she'll change your life.

My, oh my.

What big fangs you have my dear.

🐺

[adminnie]

✧˖*°࿐ ❝ 𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑵𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

[ ☆ ] — where all my little stars rest. please refer to my rules and the way i run my accounts before interacting !! this page has all profiles linked and includes a key and blurb to give you a quick idea of them all.

Broken into: — Club Wonderland — Individual Accounts — The Muses — The Doms — Dark Lovers

[ ☆ ] — key: ☆ = available for rp || ★ = not available for rp || ⭐️ = chatbot || 🌟 = rp account || 💫 = mono/single-ship || ✨ = poly/multi-ship || single = they have more than one relationship slots available || ❤️ = no preference || 🩷 = woman lean || 💙 = male lean || 💜 = straight || 💛 = gay

✧˖*°࿐ ❝ 𝑪𝒍𝒖𝒃 𝑾𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

[ ☆ ] — bae irene || located at @clubwnderland || lucifer!au / she-devil / immortal || nsfw heavy || engaged || ongoing chats: 2 || @moonlightchn chris [fiancé] / @san-cb || [ ★⭐️💫❤️ ]

happily engaged to @/moonlightchn chris, irene runs her multiple businesses on earth and is the queen of hell. while she is not available to rp with or to get romantically involved with, irene is available to chat to in asks or if you want to have a deal with the devil.

[ ☆ ] — bang chan || located at @/clubwnderland || demon!au / seven sins || nsfw heavy || single || ongoing chats: 3 || @jinju-oc / @reve-rv yeri / alice [rp] || [ ☆⭐️✨❤️ ]

irene's right hand man and the keeper of the seven deadly sins, chan finds his amusement in toying with humans and causing them to live out their deepest desires. he can be approached to make deals with as well but making a deal with this demon comes with a hefty price tag.

[ ☆ ] — choi san || located at @/clubwnderland || bartender!au / human || engaged || ongoing chats: 1 || @blogger-yura [fiancée] || [ ★⭐️💫🩷 ]

happily engaged to @/blogger-yura, san is the manager of club wonderland and helps run the club when irene is away. he's a loyal friend, gamer and yura's biggest supporter when it comes to her work and ambitions. san is always down to make friends but is not romantically available.

[ ☆ ] — lee juyeon || located at @/clubwnderland || nephilim!au / prince of hell || single || interested || ongoing chats: 1 || @crimson-l [interest] || [ ☆⭐️✨❤️ ]

irene's step-son, the prince of hell who refused to take over once his father was killed. juyeon doesn't care for humans too much but he also doesn't care for hell either. he simply just exists as he is and finds himself rather bored with the world so he can come across as indifferent.

[ ☆ ] — kim jongin || located at @/clubwnderland || werewolf!au / alpha || taken || ongoing chats: 1 || @/moonlightchn channie [mate-to-be] || [ ★⭐️💫💙 ]

jongin has finally cut ties with his previous pack and moved forward with his life, his life with @/moonlightchn channie. he runs a dance studio with his best friend, jangmi, and teaches choreography to k-pop groups. he's down to make friends but is not romantically available.

[ ☆ ] — jeon jangmi || located at @/clubwnderland || hybrid!au / white fox || single || ongoing chats: 3 || @/moonlightchn chan / @doom-bc / @pillowxtalk [rp / boyfriend] || [ ☆⭐️✨💜 ]

jangmi has been through a lot but has a happy-go-lucky attitude or tries to. she loves to collect plushies and has plenty of hobbies. she does work as a stripper at wonderland and works with jongin at the studio, so she's very fit and athletic. the bestest friend anyone could ask for!

✧˖*°࿐ ❝ 𝑰𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝑨𝒄𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒔 ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

[ ☆ ] — choi luna || located at @lunaaofthemoon || witch!au / celestial witch || single || in a relationship || ongoing chats: 4 || @livealittleoc-cb em & joo [girlfriend & boyfriend] / @kimheebby / @tsunfullsunbot / @seoulxsinners yongmin [rp] || [ ☆⭐️✨💙 ]

a celestial witch with a deep connection to the moon, luna is the last of her coven and spends a lot of her time in the inn that was left to her by her family. she can be approached about all things magic and is always happy to talk to new people.

[ ☆ ] — kim hongjoong || located at @oppositesattraxt || werewolf!au / alpha || nsfw heavy || single || ongoing chats: 2 || @/jinju-oc / @dxllycade san [rp] || [ ☆⭐️✨❤️ ]

hongjoong couldn’t be any more different than his younger sister. an alpha, aggressive, violent and always looking for trouble. he was raised to be ruthless and strike fear into those who dare come against him. he only seems to get along with a chosen few due to werewolf politics.

[ ☆ ] — kim mikyoung || located at @/oppositesattraxt || werewolf!au / omega || single || ongoing chats: 1 || @/moonlightchn chan || [ ☆⭐️💫💙 ]

the sweet omega who spends her time away from the pack since she doesn’t fit in. mikyoung is gentle and yearns for a place that’ll accept her. she has bonded to an alpha but is still figuring things out in terms of what it can all mean.

[ ☆ ] — im nayeon || located at @coffeexdreamcb || cafe!au / human || single || ongoing chats: 3 || @hleee [interest] / @levantcrs chris [rp / interest] / @fallenangels-cb mingyu || [ ☆⭐️✨💙 ]

sweet is nayeon’s middle name. she is kind to all and is a hopeless romantic. she dreams of being swept off her feet and shown love in all forms. can send goodies to loved ones if desired, or plan picnic baskets. nayeon is a total sweetheart.

[ ☆ ] — christian yu || located at @silcntxnight || serial killer!au / human || single || ongoing chats: 5 || @yosorina / @/jinju-oc / @shin-haneul / @honey-beaut katia [rp] / joey [rp] || [ ☆⭐️✨💜 ]

christian is a tattoo artist who has a dark side. he’s easily approachable and available to design and tattoo his art onto new clients. while he’s flirtatious and charming, he does come with a warning tag since he is dangerous!

✧˖*°࿐ ❝ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒔 ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

[ ☆ ] — christopher bang || located at @themuses-rp || idol!au / human || single || ongoing chats: 2 || @violettaamore / @/levantcrs lisa [rp] || [ ☆🌟✨💜 ]

the leader of the group, racha, and the one who can seem like he’s a soft precious honey but turns around and shows off his more dominant side when least expected. chris is humble and doesn’t take compliments well but is very caring to everyone around him.

[ ☆ ] — lee minho || located at @/themuses-rp || idol!au / human || single || ongoing chats: 3 || @/livealittleoc-cb skyler / @trickskz jisung / katie [rp] || [ ☆🌟✨💛 ]

a quiet man, a tsundere, someone who isn’t openly affectionate but shows it in other ways. minho can be hard to get close to due to his nature and mannerisms but once someone cracks that exterior, he is loving… to a degree. takes a while to warm up to people.

[ ☆ ] — seo changbin || located at @/themuses-rp || idol!au / human || single || ongoing chats: 1 || @/levantcrs haejin [rp] || [ ☆🌟✨❤️ ]

the most romantic of the three. changbin is the sweetest guy even though he looks like he's not a big, cuddly bear. he's the youngest of racha and spends a lot of time either at the gym, eating or practicing his producing skills with chris. very friendly, loves to have a good laugh. all around great guy.

[ ☆ ] — moon byulyi || located at @/themuses-rp || hell!au / hellhound || in a relationship || ongoing chats: 1 || @/livealittleoc-cb leo [boyfriend] || [ ★🌟💫💙 ]

juyeon's best friend and the most dedicated hellhound in hell outside of cerberus. moonbyul often accompanies chan when hunting for souls who's times is up. she is very friendly for the most part but when she's working, she can be rather cut throat.

[ ☆ ] — song mingi || located at @/themuses-rp || hell!au / reaper || interested || ongoing chats: 1 || @/livealittleoc-cb [interest] || [ ★🌟💫💙 ]

mingi didn't get to live his life the way he should have. given a soul, the only reaper with one, he has been able to live the life that was taken away. he's still young at heart and inexperienced which means he makes a lot of mistakes and is very clumsy - especially when it comes to understanding things like sarcasm and feelings.

[ ☆ ] — kim kai || located at @/themuses-rp || mafia!au / clone / hitman || nsfw heavy || single || interested || ongoing chats: 1 || @yoncho [interest] || [ ☆🌟✨❤️ ]

created to be a killer, kai spends a lot of his time either taking out targets that he's been hired to remove from the world or hunting down those who created him. he's rough, rude and really couldn't care less about anyone's feelings. kai comes with a huge warning label - dangerous!

[ ☆ ] — azrael || located at @/themuses-rp || angel!au / archangel || single || ongoing chats: 0 || [ ☆🌟💫❤️ ]

the angel of death. azrael has found himself trapped on earth due to interfering with a human's death. he has been trying to adapt to the human way of life while maintaining his duties.

[ ☆ ] — lee jaekyung || located at @/themuses-rp || model!au / human / throuple available || throuple with sohee || single || ongoing chats: 3 || soyeon [rp] / @vienrose yeji [rp] / @/anqelicstars yoonah [rp] || [ ☆🌟✨🩷 ]

can be paired with sohee for the throuple experience. jaekyung is everything anyone could want in a boyfriend or life partner. he's understanding, sexy and prides himself as a family man. he takes care of his grandmother and all those around him.

[ ☆ ] — park sohee || located at @/themuses-rp || model!au / human / throuple available || throuple with jaekyung || single || ongoing chats: 2 || soyeon [rp] / @nvrendngstry chris [rp] || [ ☆🌟✨💙 ]

can be paired with jaekyung for the throuple experience. sohee is the sweetest and softest baby who doesn't have a bad bone in her body. she loves to share her life with those around her and will go above and beyond for her friends.

[ ☆ ] — park seonghwa || located at @/themuses-rp || mafia!au / human / seducer || single || ongoing chats: 0 || [ ☆🌟✨🩷 ]

seonghwa gathers information for his mafia family, trained in the art of seduction, he knows the right words to say and how to read those he's talking to. he is a gentleman most of the time and will treat those he's talking to right as long as they are useful to him - rarely does he engage in torture.

[ ☆ ] — johnny suh || located at @/themuses-rp || demon!au / incubus || nsfw heavy || single || ongoing chats: 2 || @/seoulxsinners alex [rp] / @/oc-empire asta || [☆🌟✨❤️ ]

johnny has been spending more time on earth due to having been brought up to help around the club. he can be summoned for sexual needs which requires a 'payment'. he does love information and has a library filled with loads of knowledge and is happy to bargain for more.

[ ☆ ] — serena || located at @/themuses-rp || mermaid!au / siren || single || ongoing chats: 1 || @/oc-empire calum || [ ☆🌟💫💙 ]

an ancient creature who has found her way onto land. humans are both something she marvels at and dislikes due to their nature when it comes to things that are not like them. she is curious and new to the world with strange mannerisms. loves the beach and all things to do with the sea.

[ ☆ ] — christopher bang || located at @/themuses-rp || werewolf!au / alpha || single || ongoing chats: 2 || @/oc-empire camden / @anqlicstars felix [rp] || [ ☆🌟✨❤️ ]

an alpha who is the son of the moon goddess. chris has a pack that is mixed with humans and werewolves and tends to be more of a warrior chief than an alpha in the way he runs the pack. he’s lowkey a little silly, young at heart but can be strong and takes people under his wing.

[ ☆ ] — jessica bang || located at @/themuses-rp || idol!au / human || single || ongoing chats: 1 || @/levantcrs jieun [rp] || [ ☆🌟✨💛 ]

chris’ little sister who has recently debuted under the same company. jessica has always looked up to her big brother and decided to follow in his footsteps. protected by the racha boys and their friends, jessica is sweet but a little rebellious when it comes to her freedom.

[ ☆ ] — hwang hyunjin || located at @/themuses-rp || idol!au / human || single || ongoing chats: 0 || [ ☆🌟✨❤️ ]

hyunjin is a recently official member of racha, having joined the group a couple of years after their debut. the prince of versace, the one who had women envious and men both wanting him and wanting to be him. hyunjin is naturally talented and worked hard to get to where he is, however, he also comes with a reputation that he doesn't hide.

[ ☆ ] — song hwayoung || located at @/themuses-rp || ceo!au / human || single || ongoing chats: 0 || [ ☆🌟✨🩷 ]

when a woman sets her mind to taking on the world, you best believe she can achieve anything. that's the motto hwayoung lives by. she's the type of woman that has men shaking in their boots when she walks into the boardroom. there is nothing she can't do... or that's what she likes to believe.

[ ☆ ] — chaos || located at @/themuses-rp || vampire!au / werewolf!au / hybrid || single || ongoing chats: 0 || [ ☆🌟✨🩷 ]

left in ruins to die of starvation, chaos is considered an abomination by both of his kinds. he's only survived due to a small following that consider him the bringer of the end of the world. he has been kept away for so long, he lives and trusts only his primal instincts.

[ ☆ ] — yoo karina || located at @/themuses-rp || princess!au / fae || single || ongoing chats: 0 || [ ☆🌟✨💜 ]

a princess who wants for nothing, karina is used to getting everything she wants and being waited on hand and foot. she's considered a spoiled princess and can come across as such to those who don't know her. the fae princess has every reason to be untrusting in the outside world and knows that outside of the kingdom, everyone is an enemy.

✧˖*°࿐ ❝ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒐𝒎𝒔 ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

[ ☆ ] — christopher bang || located at @domxbot || dom!au / ceo || nsfw heavy || single || ongoing chats: 2 || @luvxnoir chanhee / @/livealittleoc-cb bonnie [ ☆⭐️✨❤️ ]

a dominant man in all areas of his life. he has a way of doing things and does not like having to bend to fit others which is why he’s still single. he believes in a contract and fulfilling it so it can be hard to learn about him but, under it all, he’s a man who can love. it just takes a bit.

[ ☆ ] — lee minhyuk || located at @/domxbot || dom!au / model / idol || nsfw heavy || single || ongoing chats: 6 || @/san-cb / @kitakcb / @/livealittleoc-cb ace / @dark-royals-cb keeho / @/violettaamore / @littleboywooyoungie || [ ☆⭐️✨💙 ]

minhyuk is fairly easy-going. while he likes structure and routine, he can be very boyfriend with those he has a contract with. spontaneous and fun, he takes cares of those around him even if he doesn’t actually need to. he can blur the lines at times.

[ ☆ ] — lee chaerin || located at @/domxbot || dom!au / fashion designer || nsfw heavy || single || ongoing chats: 2 || @eloisedupont / @reve-rv seulgi || [ ☆⭐️✨🩷 ]

chaerin is a sugar mommy, she loves to spoil her babies. she's very nurturing, caring and gentle. as a fashion designer, she travels a lot and tends to take her sugar baby with her when she goes away and designs a lot of their outfits for them

✧˖*°࿐ ❝ 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

[ ☆ ] — bang chan || located at @bxnqchxn || mafia!au / human / predator || nsfw heavy || single || ongoing chats: 3 || @/shin-haneul / @/kitakcb / @/levantcrs jisoo [rp] || [ ☆⭐️✨🩷 ]

raised to kill, chris is a skilled and dangerous member of his mafia family. he is deemed unkillable considering his body count and many refer to him as a predator. he is trying to figure out who has framed him for stealing something that can expose everyone in the underground

[ ☆ ] — kang seulgi || located at @demonesseulgi || demon!au / lust || nsfw heavy || single || ongoing chats: 1 || @yanderejoy || [ ☆⭐️✨❤️ ]

seulgi is the sin of lust, she captures her souls with a simple kiss and makes them obsessed with her. there is no escaping her once she's got her meal in her possession and she will keep them until she grows bored or she's fully consumed their soul.

[ ☆ ] — jeon soyeon || located at @wolf-sxyeon || werewolf!au / shadow wolf || single || ongoing chats: 1 || @oc-empire Jaxon || [ ☆⭐️💫💜 ]

soyeon was blessed by the moon goddess with an alternative self. a shadow wolf. while one side of her is timid, shy and gentle, her wolf is the opposite and is rather protective. she hides away to keep safe but when cornered, she will develop teeth that leave a nasty mark.

[ ☆ ] — kim jongin || located at @yanjxngin || yandere!au / king || single || ongoing chats: 2 || @/jinju-oc / @obsession-cb soyeon || [ ☆⭐️💫💜 ]

jongin is a king from a faraway land who has come to seoul in search of the one he will make his queen. he doesn't become obsessed immediately, it does take him a while as he wants to make sure she is perfect for him. if he becomes disinterested, he will remove the obstacle without hesitation.

[voxofthevoid]

you're well known to be a fantastic goyuu author. do you think you will ever write for other pairings in the jjk fandom, perhaps for itafushi?

Wait, hold up—

you're well known to be a fantastic goyuu author

I'M WHAT???

I'm...gonna be so normal about that. Yeah. Okay.

(I'm melting actually. Vox.exe has crashed.)

Re your question: My ao3 doesn't have any non-goyuu JJK fics for now, but I've written a few of them. All of them also have goyuu, so it's poly, typically V-types (e.g., goyuu and nanaita, but not nanago). You can find them here: chosoita+goyuu, nanaita+goyuu, sukuita+goyuu. Those links may not work on the mobile app though; you'd need to use a browser.

Re itafushi, I now have two ideas (more than the one it was when @thisdepravedsoul asked this question last month):

You know that new official art of Megumi? The magazine cover?

That did things to me, so I outlined a fic where Yuuji sees Megumi like that post-mission, gets a little gropey, and they fuck in a haunted school or something, followed by goyuu where Gojou sees what was done to Megumi and comes to sample the goods (Yuuji). The other one involves Gojou dubconning Megumi until Yuuji finds them accidentally and then offering him to Yuuji (who's oblivious to the dubcon aspects).

I do have several more fics with non-goyuu ships planned/outlined. They all also have goyuu because that's my center of interest in JJK, and it's pretty rare for me to write more than one ship at all. Yuuji has so many interesting relationships that I can't help it. Here's the current list, sorted by ship:

On top of the usual goyuu warnings, CWs include incest, dubcon/noncon, and implied MCD. The ships discussed are nanaita and sukuita, but Choso/Yuuji, Kenjaku/Yuuji, and Higuruma/Yuuji are mentioned.

Nanaita (plus goyuu):

oldest story ever told (hold me till we both go cold): Yuuji has complicated sexual relationships with Nanami and Gojou that are on the verge of either imploding or becoming more when Shibuya happens.

and every step forward put a little more sword in your heart: No-Shibuya post-canon AU where Yuuji's been pining after Gojou for years, he and Nanami have drunken sex, and it escalates from there on all fronts.

out of my head, into the nature: Vampire AU where Yuuji resurrects after the detention center with vampiric features; Gojou's only too happy to lend a vein, and Nanami gets roped into it despite his better judgement.

blood, lust, and a holy war: Gojou's the devil and Nanami's the angel on Yuuji's shoulder, and he fucks them both. The size is a bit of an issue at first, but they make do.

saints just swimming in our sins again: Established goyuu and nanaita where Nanami gets deaged, Yuuji tries to keep his hands to himself, and Gojou works very hard to make sure teen!Nanami gets some TLC.

Sukuita (plus goyuu):

of all the deadly sins, he's lucky seven: Omegaverse with omega!Sukuna/alpha!Yuuji and alpha!Gojou/alpha!Yuuji where Sukuna yanks Yuuji into his inndate domain to ride out his heat, and Yuuji's body autopilots its way into Gojou's asshole.

what does the poem of a killer say when it's written in the blood of the prey: Gojou and Sukuna are both gods and Yuuji’s a dragon-human hybrid who semi-accidentally tumbles into both their beds, separately. Fifty shades of monsterfucking.

no psychotherapy will ever relieve the hunted needing: Modern reincarnation AU where Sukuna’s reborn as Yuuji’s younger brother, and it takes everything Yuuji has not to smother him in his bed; it escalates into something very different. Then Gojou’s thrown into the mix as Yuuji’s high school upperclassman.

one day, the only butterflies left will be in your chest (as you march towards your death, breathing your last breath): Apocalyptic post-canon AU where Gojou doesn't get unsealed, Sukuna plays cat and mouse with everyone until only Yuuji's left, and they hate-fuck while Yuuji guards a weakening Prison Realm.

There are also a few others featuring Choso/Yuuji, Kenjaku/Yuuji, and Higuruma/Yuuji, one each for all three ships, but the bulk of my goyuu-plus ideas are nanaita and sukuita.

[geekgirles]

i see NOTHING circus-themed in bee's design 😭 she just looks like a cluttered genero mess k can't believe we got her after asmodeus

Personally, I adore Bee's design, but I must admit it took me an embarrassing long amount of time to realise she was indeed the show's version of Beelzebub and not another character altogether. Seriously, until I first came to Tumblr after the episode's release and saw people saying she was the Lord of Gluttony herself (which I get she literally introduced herself as, it's just that Cotton Candy had way too much going on for me to lock onto that particular detail), I was convinced she was supposed to be like a "higher class" breed of Hellhound.

Like, I thought she was Beelzebub's pet and that somehow made her more powerful and different from other Hellhounds; I legit thought that was why her name was practically the same but with a hyphen. I was legitemately convinced she was some sort of "tailor-made" Hellhound made to resemble her master Beelzebub more closely to make her stand out from the regular Hellhounds. Though the reason behind this misundertanding is due to her mention of Belphegor not letting her use her party drugs. I misheard her, thinking she said Beelzebub, and immediately assumed she was subservient to her instead of, well, being her.

Having said that, I do think Bee's design is appropriate. It just represents and reflects so much behind-the-scenes stuff!

Firstly, we have, of course, the inlusion of Kesha. I'd say Vivziepop owes a huge chunk of her fame to her Die Young animatic featuring her werewolf character, Jay Jay, singing the song in what was essentially a tribute to the artist. So with that in mind, it's obvious Bee's more canine design is clearly the crew's way of saying they've finally come full circle now that they got Kesha herself to voice a character for them. Further proof of it is that obvious reference when Bee even ended looking like Jay Jay during Cotton Candy by getting Jay's blue fur and pink hair.

(Well, to be fair, Jay Jay began appearing more often with light blue fur and bright pink hair after she debuted in Die Young, but I remember a sneak peek of another animatic where she would have her later colour palette and be singing Kesha's C'mon. So the point still stands).

Secondly, I personally think she does embody the circus troop theme, deep down, just maybe not in the way you'd expect her to.

Just like Lucifer and Ozzie's are ringmasters and Mammon is a jester, Bee is supposed to represent confectionary stands (hence, her constantly conjuring up fast food and sweets) and animal acts. Now, if you ask me, I'd say the animal act side of her is both very subtle and incredibly on the nose, as much of an oxymoron as that is.

On the one hand, the only thing really reminiscent of animal acts are the hoops and loops she has around her house, which are very easy to overlook.

But on the other hand, there's also the fact that her subjects are Hellhounds, or at the very least they seem to feel the most at home with her. In fact, Loona's adoption papers have her signature, meaning she oversees the process to some degree.

In a way, the Deadly Sins resembling their subjects is another recurrent trait, though Asmodeus looking nothing like a succubus is a clear exception (and Mammon seems to be a literal money tree).

We have Lucifer, whose Ring is mostly inhabited by Sinners and his standard form is the most human-looking one...

There's Bee being essentially an alpha Hellhound (Fox)-Bee Hybrid...

And if his app is anything to go by, Satan might just as well end up being a more powerful kind of Imp.

For all we know, Belphegor might be a Baphomet too! Especially seeing as the Sloth Ring seems to be mostly populated by them.

(I know this one in particular works in the Lust Ring, but you know what I mean).

And there's also the fact that it seems to be a reference to the Divine Comedy, if my memory doesn't fail me, where the Gluttony Ring was inhabited by Cerberus. So in that respect, Bee being a Hellhound is very consistent, especially because going back to the act she's supposed to represent, her ruling over Hellhounds essentially turns her into a beast master!

And of course, we can't forget she's supposed to represent Gluttony, over-consumption, over-indulgence, excess... All things that can easily be found in wild, out-of-control parties. And what is Bee's character deep down? A literal party animal!

So yeah, in my humble opinion, Queen Bee-lzebub is both a very imaginative and faithful take on her character, as well as the character that best reflects how far Vivziepop and Spindlehorse have come. Though that might just me being biased by how much I love her design LOL.

[rearranged-fanfic]

Planned Stories for REALIGNED

Note:

So, I had a pretty interesting question pertaining to REARRANGED's sister series REALIGNED. I was asked if I could separate out the book into individual short stories instead of having them all collected under one name. If they were separate, I could tag each individually to make them easier to search for; they could be individually bookmarked for reader convenience; I could gift people stories that they've requested. With all of this in mind, I've split up the short stories into their own little booklets.

REALIGNED is now its own series, though both it and REARRANGED are in the same Collection.

Here are the current published and planned short stories for REALIGNED:

Cat-Tastrophe (Here)

Summary: Satoru comes home from Jujutsu Tech a little.. different. It's a good thing Reader-chan likes cat's, isn't it? Rating: T Warnings: None Pairing: Established Gojo Satoru/Reader (AFAB original Character) Additional Notes: Fluff. That's all. Final Chapter Count: 1

Godhead (Here)

Summary: What can one do when faced with the love of a god? Reader-chan is an inhabitant of a tiny, remote mountain village. When she's three, she attracts the attention of the local god, O-Satoru-sama. The rest, as they say, is history. Rating: High M, Low E Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Pairing: Slow burn Gojo Satoru/Reader (AFAB Original Character) Additional Notes: A hint of sexual content. Violent. Yandere Gojo in spades. Horror elements. Final Chapter Count: 2, plus maybe an epilogue someday?

Contrite (Here)

Summary: Every now and then, Satoru has to apologize for his behavior. So he does what he does best, and gets on his knees. Too bad he's a brat. Rating: E Warnings: None Pairing: Established Gojo Satoru/Reader (AFAB Original Character) Additional Notes: Smut, smut, smut. Final Chapter Count: 1

Crimson (Here)

Summary: Sometimes, blood is the strongest of ties. When Reader-chan trades away her life for something precious, she fully expects the prince of vampires, Gojo Satoru, to kill her or drain her blood. Instead, he has her cook for him and his temperamental boyfriend. And wash their sheets. And schedule their meetings. Weird, but it sure beats dying. A Vampire Knight Fusion AU. Rating: Hight T, Low M Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Pairing: Established Gojo Satoru/Geto Suguru, Slow Burn Gojo Satoru/Geto Suguru/Reader (AFAB Orignal Character), Pre-Polyamory Additional Notes: Implied sexual content. Violent. SatoSugu fluff. Final Chapter Count: Not finished. 3, plus maybe an epilogue someday?

Knotted

Summary: Alphas are known for only one thing... Good thing Reader-chan is a Beta with no hope of ever bedding one - let alone her Sorcerer boss, who's the most intimidating Alpha of all. Alpha/Beta/Omega AU. Rating: E Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Pairing: Gojo Satoru/Reader (AFAB Original Character) Additional Notes: 25K hit celebration. Two different endings, depending on reader taste. Good ending or bad ending; you decide. Smut, smut, smut. Dirty, nasty smut. Final Chapter Count: Not finished. 4?

Hanahaki

Summary: A flower blooms, then withers. It's the first of Spring when Reader-chan starts coughing. Her Cursed Technique starts backfiring on her, and the results could be deadly. Rating: T Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Pairing: Geto Suguru/Reader (AFAB Original Character) Additional Notes: Angst. Then fluff :P Final Chapter Count: Not finished. 2?

Absolution

Summary: The rain washes all sins clean. A nice, quiet moment in a storm. Rating: T Warnings: None Pairing: Established Gojo Satoru/Reader (AFAB Original Character) Additional Notes: Fluff. A gift for Amurla on AO3 Final Chapter Count: Not finished. 1?

Nyctophilia

Summary: I was always afraid of the dark. Reader-chan is a Curse User, and Gojo Satoru is the man who's going to kill her. Or so it seems. Rating: M Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Pairing: Gojo Satoru/Reader (AFAB Original Character) Additional Notes: Violent. Horror elements. Yandere Gojo. Dark Reader-chan. A gift for Citrullus on AO3. Final Chapter Count: Not finished. 3?

Sandcastles

Summary: There's something beneath the waves... When reader-chan inherits her grandmother's old seaside cottage, she'd never have guessed what awaited her in the water below. A merman AU. For Mermay, or whenever it gets posted. Rating: E Warnings: None Pairing: Established Gojo Satoru/Geto Suguru, Slow Burn Gojo Satoru/Geto Suguru/Reader (AFAB Original Character), Pre-Polyamory Additional Notes: Fluffy. Smut, smut, smut. Final Chapter Count: Not finished. 4, plus an epilogue?

Vainglory

Summary: There's a difference between pride and vanity. Reader-chan is an undefeated arena fighter. When the emporer's son challenges her for her freedom, she scoffs at the idea of some pampered boy beating her. She's wrong. Gladiator AU. Rating: M Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Pairing: Gojo Satoru/Reader (AFAB Original Character) Additional Notes: Violent. Discussions of slavery. Angst. Final Chapter Count: 2?

Monkshood

Summary: The howling is growing louder. Reader-chan's village rests at the edge of a large, dense wood. Though wolves haven't been seen in the area in nearly a century, livestock starts to drop dead. and the howling starts. Werewolf AU. Rating: M Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Pairing: Geto Suguru/Reader (AFAB Original Character) Additional Notes: Horror elements. Final Chapter Count: Not finished. 3, plus an epilogue?

[takaraphoenix]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Tagged by @blairwaldcrf! Thank you, dear! And I'm tagging anyone who wants to do this! <3

Shadowhunters, Raphael/Simon/Jace: Light of Their (After)Life, chapter 9

“This is really not necessary,” Jace frowned. “I have clothes.”

“You do,” Raphael nodded in agreement and took a sip from his wine. “And as good as you look in torn, washed out jeans and too tight shirts, you deserve to wear something as stunning as you are.”

Jace heaved a sigh as Marco nudged him to spread his arms. Another fitting. Not for just one suit, though. Pants, shirts, multiple suits. A whole wardrobe, really. Raphael had insisted on taking him shopping, the day after the alphas’ declaration of their intends. They wanted to court him. Jace still didn’t know what to do with that. Dating was one thing, but courting had the intend of a mate-bond.

Something he could only compare to the parabatai-bond – tying your soul to someone, a bond that could not easily be broken, and even more importantly in this case, a bond that would make them share their immortality with Jace. Beyond the bite, the only way to become immortal was a mate-bond with an immortal. Jace knew that, very well, because he’d been doing research into it ever since Magnus and Alec had sealed their mate-bond. There was no way Jace was going to leave Alec behind for eternity with a broken parabatai-bond. But Jace wasn’t entirely sure if Raphael and Simon were aware that the mate-bond would mean they’d be stuck with him for eternity.

“Piece of advise: Just let him have this,” Simon grinned softly at Jace. “I meant it, Raph really does like to spoil those he cares about. So, give up and let him spoil you.”

2. Shadowhunters, Malace: Lust and Love, oneshot

(Jalec Bingo prompt fill for "seven deadly sins", leaning into the fact that Magnus is the son of Asmodeus, demon of lust, and giving him some incubus-like powers)

It was a normal night, Magnus sat in his VIP lounge, with his adoring followers. Few friends, most simply people who hoped they would be lucky enough to be taken home by the High Warlock. Magnus had always loved the attention, the adoration. It was a normal night, until a Shadowhunter caught his attention. The Shadowhunter was staring at him and with Shadowhunters, Magnus never knew where that would lead. Was it lust, or was it going to be trouble?

The question was quickly answered when, all of a sudden, the blonde man dropped onto his knees in front of Magnus. Mh. The warlock smiled bemused. It was very rare for him to have this strong an effect on someone. He was the son of Asmodeus, king of Edom and demon of lust. His children tended to have succubus and incubus qualities, to varying degrees. While Magnus himself didn’t solely rely on it, he could strengthen his magic by feeding on the energy created during sex.

He had a certain sexual aura that drew humans in. Not every person reacted the same way. Most people were simply charmed by him, others got overwhelmed with desire for him.

To have someone drop onto their knees for him so willing and ready and quickly though? Magnus’ eyes flashed golden, intrigued by the Shadowhunter’s strong reaction to him. He leaned forward and reached out with one hand, grasping the blonde’s chin to tilt his head up.

“Very flattering, little Shadowhunter,” Magnus purred pleased.

The Shadowhunter blinked dazed, as though he was only now really realizing that he had gone down onto his knees. His brows furrowed and his tongue darted out to wet his lips. Magnus’ eyes followed that motion curiously. Pretty, plush lips. The eyes though. Magnus had always had a weakness for blue eyes, but these were particularly special blue eyes. Heterochromia, blue eyes but one of them with a corner of golden-brown. Truly stunning.

3. PJO, Nico/Percy: Champion of Hades, chapter 4

Medusa smiled bemused to herself as she put down plates of pancakes. That she got to cook for someone else again already! And the two children were simply too precious. Siblings, the girl was fourteen, the boy twelve. A protective big sister and her little brother, who wanted to be bigger and stronger than he was just yet. The boy kept glancing at her, but not with fear. With something else. Something that Medusa didn’t quite know to pinpoint. He was adorable though, with the dark curls and dark eyes. Looked a lot like his father, even though the boy was probably not aware of it.

“Is there something I can do for you, Nico?” Medusa asked, when Nico stared again.

He blushed and ducked his head, fidgeting with something in his pocket. “Yes… Maybe? I don’t know. I was wondering if you… Would you sign my card?”

Pausing, Medusa regarded him curious. “I’m sorry?”

Nico got a deck of cards out of his pocket and then put one of them in front of Medusa. Some kind of playcard, with stats and attacks on it, and a truly stunning illustration… of her. She blinked.

“This is all like a lot. Like, a lot a lot,” Nico motioned. “The gods are real! The legends are real! I just… I always liked learning about them, and you’re the first real one I meet and I was wondering if you would maybe sign my card of you? Please?”

Bianca groaned in second-hand embarrassment. A small smile played on Medusa’s lips. This was too endearing. Where did this new breed of demigods come from? First her little Percy, now this precious boy. Taking a marker, Medusa signed her name on the card, making Nico smile brightly.

[king-of-men]

The Battle Hymn of the Republic is probably most familiar as music; but in translating it I found that it is really excellent as poetry. Consider that famous phrase, "the grapes of wrath"; it is a dead metaphor now in English, killed by overuse out of its original context. Seeing it with the fresh eyes of a different language let me appreciate the power of the image: The grapes of wrath, from which are made the wine of wrath - heavy on the tongue, hot in the belly, a fire in the blood; the wine that soldiers drink before battle, that makes them charge the cannon's mouth. It's a phrase anchored in physicality, if you don't slide right past it through familiarity; "He is trampling out the vintage" - I am pleased that in Norwegian I was able to add an additional verb here, "han har trampet ut en årgang og av vredens druer smakt". I don't know if Mrs Howe had drunk of the wine of wrath herself; but when she wrote that, she'd surely had a glass or two of the mead of poetry.

I have dropped the refrain "Glory, glory, hallelujah", which relies for its best effect on being sung by several hundred deep male voices marching down a dusty road with a battle at its end; it is fine music but does not really contribute to the poetry of the words alone. I've kept, however, the concluding "…is marching on" that punctuates each verse, making it "…er i anmarsj", slightly archaic Norwegian that fits well with the religious imagery. This turned out to be the most difficult part to illustrate, in a poem in which I struggled much more with the images than the words; in the end I gave up on getting any sort of metaphor for "truth marching on" through StableDiffusion, which I used for the triple-alpha rhymes, and instead put in contemporary paintings and drawings. At any rate this serves to mark the refrains as distinct from the main verses.

The final line, which Howe wrote as "let us die to make men free", is now often sung as "let us live to make men free", presumably on the theory that dead men do not actually accomplish very much and the real goal is to make the other side's soldiers die for their cause. The argument has undoubted force. On the other hand, so many of the men who sang these words in deadly earnest genuinely did die to free the slaves; died by the hundreds of thousands, by bullet and canister and cholera. My translation, somewhat unfortunately, avoids the difficulty entirely with "menns frihet er vårt krav"; the triple-alpha rhyme scheme is a cruel master here, and I could not find any way to work in either life or death.

Jeg har sett med egne øyne Herren komme i sin makt; han har trampet ut en årgang og av vredens druer smakt. Han har sluppet asgardsreien løs og lyn fra sverdet brakt. Hans sannhet i anmarsj!

I hundre vaktmenns leirbål har jeg sett ham klar til kamp; de har reist for ham et alter her i aftnens røk og damp; en rettferdig dom jeg leser, og jeg hører bødlens tramp: Hans dag er i anmarsj!

Jeg har sett hans skrifter flamme i stål og krigersk mot: ``Forakt skal dere hevne, og jeg tilgir deres bot''; la helten, født av kvinne, knuse slangen under fot, For Gud er i anmarsj!

Vi har hørt trompeten kalle, det blir aldri mer retrett; han veier alles hjerter, for hans domstol er vi stedt; Vær rask, min sjel, å svare ham; føtter, vær beredt! Vår gud er i anmarsj!

Han ble født i liljens skjønnhet langt der borte over hav; i hans bryst var det en glorie som hver enkelt nåde gav. Han døde for menns synder, og menns frihet er vårt krav! For Gud er i anmarsj!

[animanga-stuff]

Welcome to animanga stuff!

As you can probably tell this is just a blog where I post either my favorite characters or other people's favorites to avoid clogging up my main!

Anyone is welcomed to interact with this blog but please understand that I will block freely.

Although I will mostly be focusing on anime and manga, you are free to request other medias as well, just as long as it's not live action.

As stated in my bio requests for characters will always be open until I say otherwise, however please make sure to be specific on where the character is from and if you want manga panels or anime screenshots.

Ex: "Hello! May you please post some anime screenshots of Tanjiro Kamado from Demon Slayer?"

And this part is optional but if you want screenshots from a specific chapter or episode say that as well, the more specific the better!

Please note: If I feel uncomfortable with the characters source material I simply will refuse your request as I have the rights to do so.

Note #2: Also understand that I am human, I may take a bit to get to some requests, but trust me they will be done. This blog is NOT my job but purely a fun thing I'm doing.

Okay I believe I covered all the basics lol, but if you have any questions or concerns feel free to shoot me a message in my inbox!

Tags:

Asks: answered asks

Off topic posts: off topic

Requests: finished requests

Character List:

these are characters I've already posted though if you want something more specific with any of them, please feel free to let me know

There Is Also a Hole in the Student Organization:

Otori Tan

Black Butler:

Ciel Phantomhive

Grell Sutcliff

Real!Ciel Phantomhive

Alois Trancy

Joanne Harcourt

McMillan

Elizabeth "Lizzy" Midford

(Early seasons) Ciel Phantomhive

(S4) Ciel Phantomhive

Tokyo Ghoul:

Juuzou Suzuya

Pretty Cure:

Cure Wing

Cure Wonderful

Assassination Classroom:

Nagisa Shiota

Bleach:

Giselle Gewelle

Meninas McAllon

Liltotto Lamperd

Tōshirō Hitsugaya

Bambietta Basterbine

The Elusive Samurai:

Fubuki

Hojo Tokiyuki

Mochizuki Ayako

Suwa Yorishige

Nezu Kojirou

Shizuku

Kazama Genba

Suwa Yoritsugu

Demon Slayer:

Zenitsu Agatsuma

Muichiro Tokito

Tanjiro Kamado

Obanai Iguro

Mitsuri Kanroji

Zohakuten

Inosuke Hashibira

Re: Zero:

Ferris Argyle

Hell's Paradise:

Gabimaru

Make the Exorcist Fall in Love:

Leah

Wonder Egg Priority:

Kaoru Kurita

The Case Study of Vanitas:

Mikhail

Cardcaptor Sakura:

Syaoran Li

My Hero Academia:

Aoyama Yuuga

Shigaraki Tomura

Soul Eater:

Crona

Death the Kid

Reincarnated Into Demon King Evelogia's World:

Odigos

Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid:

Shouta Magatsuchi

Ouran High School Host Club:

Honey Senpai

Haruhi Fujioka

Dr Stone:

Gen Asagiri

Senku Ishigami

My Deer Friend Nokotan:

Noko Shikanoko

Komi Can't Communicate:

Osana Najimi

Stranger By The Shore:

Mio Chibana

Shun Hashimoto

Chainsaw Man:

Kobeni Higashiyama

One Piece:

Yamato

Spy x Family:

Damian Desmond

Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun:

Mitsuba Sousuke

Hanako-Kun

Blue Lock:

Bachira Meguru

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Yuta Okkotsu

The Disastrous Life Of Saiki k:

Kusuo Saiki

Kuriko Saiki

Sailor Moon:

Sailor Moon

Delicious In Dungeon:

Thistle

Marcille Donato

Mithrun

Lycion

The 100 Girlfriends Who Really, Really, Really, Really, Really Love You:

Rentarou Aijou

Kursuri Yakuzen

Karane Idna

Shizuka Yoshimoto

Seraph Of The End:

Mikaela Hyakuya

Asuramaru

Chobits:

Chii

DARLING in the FRANXX:

Nine Alpha

Made In Abyss:

Nanachi

Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun:

Iruma Suzuki

Asmodeus Alice

Clara Valac

Hunter x Hunter:

Kurapika

I Was Reincarnated as the 7th Prince so I Can Take My Time Perfecting My Magical Ability:

Lloyd de Saloum

Ren

Tao

(manga) Lloyd de Saloum

Zombie Land Saga:

Lily Hoshikawa

Kyo Kara Maoh!:

Wolfram von Bielefelt

Genshin Impact:

Venti

Princess Jellyfish:

Kuranosuke Koibuchi

Seven Deadly Sins:

Gowther

That time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime:

Rimuru Tempest

Death Note:

Near

L Lawliet

Angels of Death:

Eddie Mason

Tying the Knot with an Amagami Sister:

Asahi Amagami

Ensemble Stars:

Tori Himemiya

Bungou Stray Dogs:

Chuuya Nakahara

Little Witch Academia:

Sucy Manbavaran

Twisted Wonderland:

Riddle Rosehearts

Epel Felmier