#And Julian's just so eager to please...

[walkingstackofbooks]

Julian's just so much fun to gaslight tho 😈

[supercap2319]

Archie and Julien are eating you out at the same time.

Y/N whimpered as he felt another drop of precum leaking from his aching manhood in his jock, and onto the floor in the already growing pool of it. He's never been so hard in his life, granted he's never had two ginger studs eating him out like he was a girl.

The locker room was completely empty. The last person had been coach Andrews, but he was long gone at a teacher conference this afternoon, so there wasn't any chance of getting caught or being interrupted during this most intimate moment.

Y/N wiggled his hips, thrusting back at the invading tongues inside his warm hole. He let out a small moan that echoed off the walls of the empty locker room as the sensation was overwhelming. Y/N closed his eyes, and let himself be eaten out.

He heard all about the wrestling movie that Julian tricked Archie and Reggie into buying. They had been expecting a stag film about naked women, doing the most dirty things that a teenage boy could think of. And possibly more.

He saw Archie and Reggie shake down Julian for their money back, and whether or not they got it back, there was a change in Archie and Reggie. They glance at other guys in the shower, and he even caught Archie and Reggie sticking their manhoods inside Julian's mouth and his pucker between his cheeks.

That's when Y/N confronted Archie and Julian after a shower and demanded that they show him how it felt to do things with another guy, otherwise he'd tell the entire team about what they did with Reggie.

That's how he found himself on the bench, bent over as he felt Archie and Julian's tongues teasing inside his tight virgin hole. Y/N moaned for them as they smirked. "What do you say, Andrews? Think he's ready for it?"

"I would say so, but he has to be a good boy for us to get what he wants. Can you be a good boy for us, Y/N?" Archie grinned.

"I will. Please just give it to me." He cried.

"Such an eager whore." Julian laughed.

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your posts on julian bashir get me so much ... can you say more on how you see him as already behaving like someone with sexual trauma as a foundation for his worldview 👀👀👀

OKAY. HI. FAVOURITE QUESTION EVER YES.

Alright, just going to preface this with “a lot of this is projecting and speculative and very much headcanon-y” so grain of salt, please.

Julian Bashir reads to me as someone with sexual trauma. Specifically, he often shows a murky concept of consent, both his own and for others.

TL;DR: Julian Bashir shows a consistent pattern of brushing off violations to his self (physically, mentally, etc.) as embarassing or not a big deal, almost like he’s just accepted that these things are inevitable, and when combined with his hypersexual behaviour, his general refusal to acknlowedge trauma or his personal issues, and his own issues with consent when pursuing others, it all comes together VERY easily to paint the picture of a person who has experienced some form of sexual trauma and has just internalised this as both his own fault and not a big deal.

Earliest obvious example is his pursuit of Jadzia, including a fairly notorious moment in the early episode “Dax” where she outright says “no” and Julian decides she really means “try harder”. Obviously, the doylist explanation is that it was the 90’s and we’re meant to find this dogged persistence cute. (And, obviously, Jadzia is apparently into this herself, go figure.)

There’s also “If Wishes Were Horses”, in which Julian is… well, he’s effectively woken up to be assaulted by a fake Jadzia in his own quarters. He reacts, initially, anyway, in a pretty rational manner, trying to work out what the hell is going on and tries to get her to stop.

Of course, she doesn’t, and Julian eventually just sort of. Gives in. Subsequently, he assumes that this was some sort of joke, and he’s… honestly a lot less angry or upset by that than he really should be.

Again, I KNOW the doylist reasoning is that this was the 90’s and we’re supposed to find his obvious reluctance to make out with an attractive woman to be something funny because ~men are always eager~ and ~women can’t be predatory~ or something, right.

But then there’s all this other stuff to throw into the mix on top of it. Julian’s augmentation, for one, is treated as a traumatic violation of his bodily autonomy by his parents. (Comparable to conversion therapy, ABA abuse… etc. etc.) (I mean, it’s treated as traumatic inconsistently, mind you, but it’s still worth taking into account.)

Julian exhibits hypersexual behaviours (and I haaaaaaate that this gets written off as just ~young men are always just eager for sex~ in the show itself, because like, Julian is, imo, clearly *much more* preoccupied with sex than most people ever are, and I say this as someone with an unhealthy preoccupation on sex MYSELF) as well as a repeated longing for relationships as some kind of balm to cope with his issues. (Sarina is a particularly painful example where his issues end up harming someone else, but his relationship with Ezri absolutely SCREAMS “I’m stressed and miserable and think nothing good will ever happen again and I need something to make me feel like I’m normal”.)

We also have several examples of Julian reacting to traumatic incidents like they’re… nowhere near as big a deal as they actually are. He has his body snatched in one early episode, and considers the whole thing to have been “humiliating” rather than, y’know, a horrifying violation of his bodily autonomy.

Anyway, there’s probably plenty of extra stuff I’m missing here, but my point is: Julian Bashir shows a consistent pattern of brushing off violations to his self as embarassing or not a big deal, almost like he’s just accepted that these things are inevitable, and when combined with his hypersexual behaviour, his general refusal to acknlowedge trauma or his personal issues, and his own issues with consent when pursuing others, it all comes together VERY easily to paint the picture of a person who has experienced some form of sexual trauma and has just internalised this as both his own fault and not a big deal.

… Ahem, I also have a fic on this topic if you want some whump.

[beauty-is-terrror]

I know your planning to be angsty and hurt my feelings with your Henry/reader, but I'd love to hear about how the relationship began, all the soft moments, etc. Even if it is just in dot-point form

Thank you very much for your lovely ask. This is the VERY beginning. I have more parts planned so y'all can see how their relationship started and grow, the butterflies rising and first confessions of attraction and love.

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please keep in mind that i am not an english literature student, i do not have any literature degrees. therefor i have no idea if this even makes sense, BUT i did read a paper on the symbolism of weather in Wuthering Heights.

english is not my first language

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THE FIRST MEETING: Henry Winter x Reader

The wind was rattling on the windows of the Lyceum and on the first floor a group of eager students was waiting for their professor to finally bless them with his presents. Henry was sitting quietly, reading his book, not paying attention to the talking around him.

Richard sitting opposite of him, just stared out the window and played with the pen in his hand.

While Camilla and Francis talked quietly between each other trying to make up their minds about where to have lunch today and what they should have for dinner on Sunday.

On the other side of the table Bunny was trying to explain to Charles why he should come with him to this party tonight, because according to Bunny it would do Charles good to interact with someone outside of their class.

Time passed. The wind was getting stronger.

Suddenly there was movement outside the classroom, a pair of feet moving up the stairs. But it was too loud for just one pair of feet and two voices were starting to get louder as they moved up to the first floor, echoing in the nearly empty building.

Richard, Camilla, Francis, Charles and Bunny moved their eyes toward the door.

Henry still focused on the book in front of him.

The voices grow louder, and it feel like minutes had passed before the door finally opened and Julian walked through it followed by a head of chocolate brown hair.

“Good morning, everybody.” Julian said while looking at each of his students.

I am stepping beside him to look at who he has been greeting, just to be met with stares from five pairs of eyes.

Silence.

Julian moves his face slightly towards me and says low “Usually they are quite the opposite, and I have problems making them stop talking.” I smile at him and look at the faces who are still looking at me like I am some Victorian ghost from a different century.

“Hello. I am Y/N” I try to introduce myself before the silence grows into awkwardness. My name leaves my mouth, and I am being met with a pair of dark brown eyes sitting behind a pair of glasses. He didn’t look up when Julian and I walked in. He didn’t look up when Julian greeted them just moments ago. But he looks up when he hears me saying my name. My eyes stay on his, my hands start sweating and for a moment I am not sure who I am nor where I am. His eyes seem so familiar. We only look at each other in the eyes for a handful of seconds but I could look at them for hours.

My eyes break away, a slight flush rises in my cheeks, and I smile at all the other faces. A muffle of Hellos is moving through the room.

“Well, this is Y/N and she will be with us for about two lessons each week this semester. One of her literature professors is a good friend of mine and asked if I would be having her for some of my lectures. Y/N has a special interest in Greek literature from the ancient world and it’s influences on Victorian and modern literature.” Julian finally giving his students some context on why I was standing there. Why I am intruding their closed off club. Julian moved aside and gestures for me to sit down.

The only empty seat is next to Richard and so I sit down carefully while still being stared at. They have not taken their eyes off me, as if they can’t believe I am not just a hallucination. I swallow and look at the faces around the table, I am being met with smiles from Richard and Francis.

“I am Richard, nice to meet.” He says shy next to me. “Hey.” I say with a low voice.

“Ehm.” Richard’s eyes move towards Henry who has been starring down on his book since our eye contact broke. “Well, this is Camilla and Francis.” Richards nods towards the girl and boy opposite of me. “It is nice to meet you.” I lock eyes with Camilla for a second, but I am not sure what to make of her facial expression, while Francis just smiles, takes my hand and places a kiss on top of it “It is a pleasure to meet you.” Francis’s eyes move from mine to Charles and Bunny. “These two are Charles and Edmund, well Bunny. And they also have no manners as it seems.” They both say hello but are not able to say more as Julian sits down at the head of the table and all eyes are on him, well not all of them. I can feel one pair of brown eyes staring at me from the other end of the table.

“Good. Now that everyone has been introduced, I suggest we start today lesson …” Julian is a marvelous speaker and I can barely keep up with taking notes as he speaks, pens are moving across endless pages, as if any word not written down would be crime. Even though I try to focus on the words coming from Julian’s mouth, I can still feel a pair of dark brown eyes staring at me from the other end of the table. He has not introduced himself to me. He is not writing down a single word. He just looks at me.

As the lesson goes on Julian makes a few references to Victorian literature and we start to discuss Emily Bronte, while the others look between us as if we are speaking a language, they are not familiar with. I am surprised, has no one here ever read anything from one of the Bronte sisters or anything that isn’t a thousand-year-old poem? Suddenly I hear a little giggle from the end of the table, where he has been sitting all this time, staring at me. All eyes move to him. I look him straight in the eyes and say “Is there something you want to add?” and my hands are starting to sweat again.

He opens his mouth and for the first time I get to hear his voice, a voice which would grow familiar to me like my own. “I was just wondering if you could elaborate on the last point you made, about the symbolism of weather in Wuthering Heights.”

His comment surprises me, I look down for a second to break our eye contact, just to collect myself and my thoughts before I look into these dark brown eyes again. “Of course … “ and for the next couple of minutes all I see is him. His eyes. His lips. His sharp jaw line. Everyone and everything around me fads into nothingness. I can see how his eyes move between my lips and my eyes as the corners of his mouth move up so slightly. Till we sit there, smiling at each other in silence and only having eyes for one another.

Richard looks at Francis and Camilla just to find them starring at Henry, just like he has been. Is Henry really smiling? And has he really read Wuthering Heights? Even Julian seems to be surprised. And we all sit there in silence. Charles and Bunny exchanging looks, Camilla looks at Francis. Richard stares at Y/N. Something has happened, something has shifted. The atmosphere is not the same anymore and it feels like they have been witnessing an intimate moment, a private moment.

Julians sighs “We should have students from other departments join us more often. It can lead to such interesting conversations. Oh well, now let us talk about your homework for our next lesson.” The word homework echoing through the room makes most of his students stop starring at Henry and Y/N. But not the two of you. He presses his lips together and lets his eyes leave my face, just to glare down my upper body instead. I can feel my hands sweating and my cheeks blushing. Again.

At some point Julian closes the lesson for today and everybody is eager to get out. Camilla throws her notebook and pen into her bag and grabs Francis upper arm. Bunny is basically pushing Charles down the stairs, while explaining to him, again, that he must go to that party with him tonight. Julians steps next to Richards and asks him if has time for a little chat, as he has been impressed with his recent improvement in Latin.

And so, it just him and me in the room. Alone. I still don’t know his name.

I carefully put pen and notebook into my bag, while pretending to look for something inside of it, for some reason I want to be in his presence just a little bit longer, alone. Even though looking at him seems impossible right now, my cheeks are already red and hot. He pushes his chair back, grabs his notebook, book and fountain pen before moving around the table so he must walk right behind me. I am about to get up myself when he stops behind my back. We both stand still for a second and I can hear him breathing behind me. His face moves next to my ear “It seems like I have to read Wuthering Heights again and look for some of the motives you have mentioned.” His voice is low, he nearly whispers as if trying to make sure that only I can hear these words which sound so thoughtful. My head moves slightly, and we are so close, our noses are nearly touching. “I would love to hear your thoughts …” I want to address him by his name, but I don’t know it and he can see the slight confusion in my face. His eyes move to my lips again before looking into my eyes again and then there is something soft in them as he says, “My name is Henry.” Only a low “Hello.” is able to leave my mouth. He gets moving to leave the classroom, just to stop at the door and look back at me “I am looking forward to see you again.” And without me being able to reply anything he is off and I can only hear his steps down the stairs.

[saintunhinged]

Poly valentine's day with asra and julian headcanons please and thank you if not you can skip

not yet proofread [ originally intended to be published 2/14/2022. ]

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the morning starts with you preparing a hearty breakfast, one you woke up early enough to start making

knowing julian and his inconsistent sleep schedule, you aren’t willing to risk him waking up before you

asra on the other hand was easy to predict

if the shop was closed for the day, he’d never miss the chance to sleep in

so it surprises you when you hear shuffling and muffled talking in the next room

“stop making so much noise!” “I wouldn’t have to if yo— wait, no stop!” a loud crash follows quickly after

“Julian, Asra?” you yell out while you continue setting up a fruit platter

silence.

“Everything is fine!”

“Would you cut that out—” suddenly, julian is shoved out of the room by a pair of hands that can only belong to asra

when he sees you, his whole demeanor changes and he puts a smile on his face

“Oh, hello dear!”

your eyebrows raise in suspicion. “What are you two doing?”

he avoids your question with another question

one in which you barely have time to answer before he’s rushing out the main door

when you shout to ask asra where julian went, he sticks his head the curtain concealing the room “He’s getting something, he’ll be back soon.”

then he’s gone again. “It smells great out there by the way!”

you grin to yourself

when you’re finished making plates, you add hearts made of whipped cream on top of julian and asra’s stack of pancakes

julian has returned by this time with a basket in hand as he rushes past you and into the room with asra

you check your pockets to make sure their gifts are there

balancing one plate on your arm and the other two in your hands, you’re soon following behind him

As you enter the room, you’re met with the soft glow of red and orange flames from numerous candles scattered around. Purple hearts hover gently in the air, casting a magical shimmer. Despite the bright morning sun outside, the bedroom maintains a cozy, intimate ambiance, shielded from the light by the draped curtains.

You carefully balance two plates: one with golden pancakes and fresh fruit, the other with an assortment of pastries. You’ve tucked a small gift for each of your lovers into your pockets, eager to share them.

Asra turns around from where he’s arranging pillows and throws on the large bed. “Did you get it?” He asks Julian, in which he replies with his famous sly smile.

“Well, did you ever doubt me?”

Silence. Asra spares him from the truth and goes back to what he previously had occupied himself with. Of course he doubted him.

It’s easy to know your presence went unnoticed at first, they both turn to look at you upon hearing your voice. “So, this is what you two were up to.”

Julian clears his throat, “Funny seeing you here.” He exclaims, as crimson coats his cheeks.

Asra turned his head, his expressions shifting from surprise to warmth. “We were just putting the finishing touches on your gift.” He gave a mischievous smile, his fluffy hair falling just above his eye. “And you caught us right in the act.

Julian adjusts a candle here and there, ensuring the flames are just right. His eyes, reflecting the warm light, are full of excitement. Asra, now seated cross-legged on the bed, is lost in the gentle levitation of a glowing purple heart, his fingers brushing its edges.

“Good morning,” Julian says, looking up with a mischievous grin. “I hope breakfast is as delightful as the setting we’ve created.”

You set the plates down on the table next to the bed, smiling at the effort they’ve put into transforming the room. “It looks amazing. Thank you both.”

Asra glances up from his spot, his colored eyes soft and affectionate. “We wanted today to be special. And it certainly feels magical now.”

With a playful twinkle in his eye, Julian steps closer. “I know you’ve got some surprises for us. How about we exchange gifts before breakfast?”

You nod and reach into your pocket, pulling out a small, elegantly wrapped box. “This one is for you, Asra,” you say, handing it to him.

Asra’s face lights up as he unwraps the gift to reveal a delicate charm bracelet of a serpent. “It’s beautiful,” he says, his voice warm with appreciation. “Thank you. I’ve been thinking about how to keep our moments close to my heart.”

Julian, eager for his turn, takes out a small velvet pouch from his pocket and hands it to you. “And this is for you,” he says, a bit nervous but excited.

You open the pouch to find a dainty necklace with a heart-shaped locket. Your fingers tremble slightly as you take it out. “Julian, it’s wonderful. Thank you.”

Julian’s smile widens with relief and happiness. “I’m glad you like it. I thought it would be a nice way to keep our love close.”

Asra reaches into his own pocket and retrieves a small but beautifully illustrated book. “For you,” he says, handing it over. “It’s a collection of stories and poems. I thought it would be perfect for when you need a bit of magic in your life.”

You accept the book with a heartfelt smile. “This is incredible, Asra. I can’t wait to read it.”

Julian, watching the exchange, moves to reveal his own gift. He presents a set of detailed, hand-drawn maps. “And these,” he says, “are for our future adventures. Places we’ve talked about visiting together.”

You’re touched by their thoughtfulness, your eyes misting slightly. “These are perfect. I’m so lucky to have both of you.”

Asra and Julian exchange looks of shared happiness as you all sit down to enjoy the breakfast you prepared. The room, filled with warmth, laughter, and the scent of pancakes, becomes a haven of love and celebration. The gifts, the setting, and the moments create a morning you’ll cherish forever.

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

The Arcana HCs: How you mess with the M6

~ you know, because you love them, but sometimes the cuteness aggression kicks in and you just wanna *lovingly bats at them like my cat trying to wake me up* - brainrot ~

(Prompt inspired by a conversation with my lovely friend @fox-daddy ^.^)

Julian

Today, you are going to take full advantage of his "please give me something to be responsible for so I can feel needed" nature

You leave out a bunch of different possible hints - a hot kettle on the stove, the shards of a plate you haven't fixed yet on the floor, one of his medical textbooks open to rare diseases on the table ...

And then you step out of sight of the front door, and wait for him to come home

He walks in happily, whistlehumming a random shanty under his breath while the door swings closed behind him, shucking off his coat and starting the lengthy process of removing his tall boots

You hear him falter halfway through, whistle coming to an abrupt end as he notices the signs of potential disruption

And that's your cue to bustle into sight, not panicked enough to warrant an emergency, but frantic enough to suggest that something is clearly wrong

"MC? What's wrong, are you alright? What happened?"

"Julian, I need your help."

"Of course, with what?" He's reflecting your demeanor back at you, a little wide-eyed and worried and eager to provide his support

"You're the only person I know who can do this for me."

"I'll do anything for you, MC." He's straightening up now, crossing his arms in his "reliable and serious" pose, which is somewhat ruined by the way he's precariously balanced on one booted foot while the other shoe dangles from his elbow. "What do you need?"

His eye is casting around the room as you flutter aimlessly around, getting increasingly concerned and confused. "MC, what's going on?"

"I need you ... to help me change the bedding. You know how those fitted sheets get me every time, it's so much easier with you helping me out."

It's hard to hold in your laugh as his face goes from worried to surprised to relieved to amused

"Dammit, MC, I thought you were in danger for a moment. You're a tricky one, aren't you?"

"I thought you liked danger -" is all you're able to get out before he tosses away his second boot and lunges after you in a playful chase

Asra

You love your magician. Even though they're awful at remembering to clean up after themselves (seriously - they haven't opened their closet in days because all their clothes are on the floor)

But the messes always happen so gradually that he doesn't realize how bad they've gotten until you point them out to him

It makes you wonder how they would react if all the messes happened at once ...

You wave him out the door after a late breakfast on your day off to do errands, and then you set to work

All the mushrooms and root vegetables in your food cupboard are set up to fall out as soon as the doors are opened

You turn out the handle of their favorite pan so it's visible from the stove, and then stack all of the metal pots, pans, and lids on top of it to come down as soon as it's pulled

You bribe the stove salamander with some premium coal to sneeze soot all over him as soon as he turns on the flame

You even fill the perpetually-left-empty water jug to the brim, so that when they sweep it out with their normal nonchalance it'll slosh all over the rug you conveniently leave underfoot

And then you hide in the curtained bathtub and wait

Asra, as usual, comes into the shop so quietly that the only sound of his presence is the jingle of the shop bell and the rustle of his purchases as he makes his way up the stairs and into the kitchen

"MC?" They call out, "I'm ho-"

And he's cut off by several pounds of potatoes, onions, and mushrooms falling right into his face and onto the kitchen floor

You hear a mumbled "whoops", and then a quiet huff as they bend over to put everything back up before heading over to the stove

"MC, how do you feel about glazed mushrooms for lu -" he gets cut off again mid-call, this time by the deafening crash and clang of an avalanche of pots and pans. There's another muttered grumble before you hear the salamander's affected sneeze, and then silence

You're waiting for the splash of spilling water, when the curtain is yanked aside and the contents of the overfull jug are upended over your head to the sound of their happy laughter

"Caught you," he giggles, unaware of the soot clinging to his eyebrows

Nadia

You adore your Countess, and you would never willingly make life difficult for her. You want to see her flourish

But sometimes, in the nicest way possible, you want to test her seemingly infinite patience and composure. Just a little bit. Just for fun. Just to find out what would happen

And you're a little curious about just how invested she is in what you have to say or what your ongoing thought process is

You wait until a quiet afternoon, when the only thing on her schedule is the proposals that need to be read over and approved. She's idly skimming over them at her desk while you sit nearby

You decide to start with a few sound effects. Nothing overly dramatic, of course, just a few "hm"s and "huh"s while you stare thoughtfully at the painting on the opposite wall

"Is something weighing on your mind, my darling?"

You feign surprise and glance over at where Nadia's holding her quill, smiling at you serenely while the breeze from the window rustles the paper on her desk

"Nothing much." You return her smile as she nods and turns back to her work. You stare back at the painting and continue your thinking, eventually cocking your head to one side and muttering "wait - no. maybe?"

"Has the decor offended you my love?" She's intrigued, and you can tell because she's studying your expression like it's a puzzle

"No," you say blankly, "I guess I was just thinking ..."

She sets her quill in the inkwell and gives you her full attention. "Pray tell, what were you thinking about MC?"

It feels sacrilegious to look away, but you don't want to be caught so soon. "This and that."

"Oh?" You don't have to look to know that she's raising an eyebrow playfully, but you're surprised by the sound of her chair scraping back as she stands and makes her way over to you

"I didn't know it was in your nature to play games for my attention, my darling. How about a stroll around the gardens? I could use the break."

You certainly weren't expecting an outcome this favorable, but you're not one to complain about it. You take the hand she offers you and follow her out the door

Muriel

Muriel loves the chickens. You love the chickens, too. They're friendly. Predictable. Some might even say they're a little boring

You would never hurt the chickens

But you had this silly little realization lately, about how easy it would be to train them into certain specific behaviors. All it takes is a little chicken feed and some consistent responses ...

You find this rock. It's red and purple and a little larger than your hand, and each morning for two weeks you put it in a different spot in the clearing within ten feet of the same tree while Muriel's out

The routine goes as follows:

You hold out the rock and then place it somewhere - a stump, a patch of grass, a fallen log, etc

You run, jump, and swing from a specific low-hanging branch

You toss a generous handful of chicken feed onto the nearby rock

If Muriel notices that the chickens are ever-so-slightly plumper than usual, he doesn't say anything. And so the game continues

One evening, after the chickens are asleep, you take the rock into the hut for the night. You even show it to your beloved, commenting on how pretty the colors are, and then you go to bed

The next morning is chilly, as expected, and you watch happily as Muriel lifts his thick, heavy cloak onto his shoulders exactly as you hoped he would

You follow him out into the clearing and pause near the tree

"Muriel, could you hold this for me? I want to show you something."

You hand him the rock, feeling a clearing full of chicken eyes follow the transaction, and feel a brief flash of guilt at your sinister plot

And then you run, jump, and swing on the tree branch

What follows is a veritable tornado of poultry flapping and squawking their way onto Muriel's fur-protected shoulders and arms

You're delighted at the success of your plan, but what really makes you laugh is the shocked look on your beloved's face as his new coat of chickens settles on his shoulders

He's relieved once you explain their unusual behavior, but what you don't expect are his choked-off giggles when he realizes that you've been conditioning the fowls for weeks

Portia

Portia's organizational skills are unmatched. Not in a stifling way, where everything in the cottage is too perfectly lined up, but in a competent way, where everything has its own cozy spot

Which is how your curiosity gets the better of you

She's so quick to go along with whatever mad scheme you dream up, but how senselessly, pointlessly crazy do you have to act for her to call you out?

You scatter one or two items around the kitchen while she's gardening and wait for her to come in for afternoon tea with you

"MC, you should see the tomatoes right now! Their vines are going all over the ... place ..." You hear her falter as she opens the icebox and turns around slowly, holding your notebook. "Is this yours?"

"Oh, there it is!" You chirp a little too brightly and take the chilly item from her hand. "I forgot I left it in there."

"Oh." She blinks, confused, and then goes back to her story. "Anyways, with how many tomatoes I saw growing, I'm thinking maybe we should can or sell a few for - what are you doing?"

"Hm?" You look up from where you've been idly stacking coins on the handle of the broom leaning against the wall. "Nothing. What were you saying?"

She shakes her head and hands you a cup of tea, taking a long sip of her own. "Just that we're going to have a lot of tomatoes this summer. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, why?" You ask, casually moving a chair into the door to the bathroom so it faces the toilet

"You're acting a little weird." She's doing her best to hide her increasing judgement as you put the salt and pepper shakers in the sink and set the dish soap on the windowsill. "Normal people don't do that."

"Don't do what?" You drain your teacup and hang it on the hook by the front door, struggling to contain your laughter

"That! Normal people don't set up chairs to watch the toilet or do dishes on the windowsill!" She's mirroring your own laughter now, pulling the cottage back to rights as she tries to make sense of you. "Is this some kind of magic thing I don't know about?"

It takes all of fifteen seconds after this for her to realize that you've been messing with her, which results in an epic pillow fight

Lucio

There's an ongoing past time between the two of you on long journeys. It usually comprises of Lucio telling you a story that gets increasingly incredible until you call him on it

You enjoy it, because it keeps the road from getting boring, and he enjoys it, because it's a chance to give you a hard time about not believing that he's capable of spitting fire or splitting stone

Until he makes a casual comment about turning the tables one day after he packed up camp so you could sleep in, and that got you thinking

How far would he believe you if you were the one telling tall tales?

You decide to start simple, doing a double take at an innocent tree over his shoulder, which he immediately notices as it takes your attention away from him

"MC?" He's turning to look behind him too, and then back to you when there's nothing to be seen. "Did you see something?"

"I thought a saw a forest spirit."

"Really?!" He's whirling back around now, preparing to walk right off the trail and into the trees. "Where??"

"It's gone now, we should keep walking."

He sighs, signature pout crossing his face. "Alright, let's go."

Five minutes later you shout and point at a nearby boulder, apparently so convincingly that he draws his sword and begins to blindly charge in the indicated direction. "What, what is it?"

"Sorry," you tell him as the dogs look on, "I thought I saw a bandit."

And so it continues, as you graduate from bandits to faeries to mermaids, until it's mid afternoon and you're being pressed for details about a herd of dragons that descended on the mountaintop just out of sight for all of two seconds before flying off

It's as you describe the avalanche that they triggered that Lucio suddenly pulls up short, staring at you first in disbelief, and then in slowly dawning delight. "MC, have you been lying?"

You quickly nod, and then watch in surprise as he guffaws and slaps his hands on everything in sight. He's so proud of you! You just told your first tall tale! He knew you had it in you, you certainly had the best example to learn from!

[spiderlily-w1tch-blog]

𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝙳𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚔 - 𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚢

𝕎𝕀𝕊ℙ𝕊𝕀𝕄ℙ𝕊

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Ft magic(obvi lol) + Anilingus, fingering, nipple play, handjob, belly bulge, (is it still called a creampie if it’s in your ass? idk) anal creampie

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: I do not own The Arcana or its characters, all credit goes to its creators and actors

WC: 2,869

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Includes non/dub-con voyeurism(unintentional and unknown until near the end), Two(2) uses of Y/n, 1st person POV; AMAB!Reader, no pronouns or gendered language used for reader but AMAB terms used for genitalia, obligatory exhibitionism/public sex warning (Series Warning)

𝔐𝔦𝔫𝔦 𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢: The audience is mostly only mentioned at the end but as we know with the theme of the series, y’all got some watchers ;)

【Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ】

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I shoved Julian desperately against the wall and crashed my lips to his, his grip tightening around my waist, digging in perfectly. My hands clutching the collar of his shirt to drag him down to meet my lips(the tall bastard) quickly shifted to the task of removing the offending clothing. I just about had his shirt all the way down his arms when he stopped me.

“Darling, what about our, ehm, audience?” He asked, sending a quick glance out to the bustling crowd just outside the alleyway we had chosen to inhabit.

“Don’t worry, love, I’ve got this,” I muttered against his lips with a smirk. I pressed one more kiss to his lips before pulling away and grabbed my bag that I had tossed down beside us. I fished out an herb that Asra had told me about a few years ago. He said that it creates essentially an invisibility dome if you set it in a line around yourself. Of course, that was a rushed and oversimplified explanation as he had to rush off because Portia had accidentally set something on fire.

Doing as told, I made a line a bit down from the alley’s mouth and hurried back to my tall red-headed lover, not noticing the single clove I knocked out of place in my haste. Though the missing incantation would be our main downfall.

I muttered a reassurance that now we had our privacy before delving back in. Our tongues clashed wetly and small moans escaped us both as we let our hands wander. I thought I heard a gasp from the mouth of the alley but I figured it was just something happening in the crowd so I continued to ravish my lanky doctor.

My nails raked down his chest and stomach before they landed at the bulge in his already tight pants. His breathy moan spurred me on as I massaged the tent and slid my hand up, away from it, for only a moment to undo the knot of the wrap that was cinched around his small waist.

“You really are quite eager, huh, darling?” Julian teased, though the same could easily be said about him with how flushed his cheeks were and how quickly he moved to pull my loose top off my body. I chuckled at him and kissed him eagerly again as I finally got the blasted knot out of the tie keeping me from my goal.

“What, and you’re not?” I shot back playfully before my breath hitched when his big hands clasped around my hips tightly, the way he knows drives me crazy, and started mouthing at my neck. “Fuck.. Julian…” I sighed at the pleasure the simple acts gave and continued on with my attempts to get past the remaining layers of fabric that separated me from my lover’s divine cock.

“Of course I am, darling. I cannot wait to ravish you. To please you.” He cooed into my ear and moved his hands to my waist slowly enough to make me feel it. Suddenly his grip steeled and he lifted me up at the same moment that he spun around to press me against the wall. My legs instinctively wrapped around his hips when he hoisted me up and moaned when he pressed his body against mine and switched his hold to my thighs.

“Fuck, Jules, you always know what to say to get me all hot, huh?” I teased, though the feeling of his spectacular dick, still within the (loose) confines of his pants, pressing against my own had me nearly halfway crazy.

He chuckled and pressed forward to kiss me again and easily slid his tongue past my lips. The taste of ale was still strong in his mouth, as it often was, and the bitter taste had me grinding my hips with lust for my man. He groaned lowly into my mouth and adjusted our angles so that he could grind his hardon directly against where I needed him most. The feeling of the pressure he was giving against my twitching hole made me feel all the more wanton.

“Gods, baby, I need your cock so fucking bad,” I stated firmly, almost like an order with how badly I needed him to rearrange my fucking guts. His breath trembled when my demand clearly affected him. he eagerly responded to me by letting me down, albeit a bit reluctantly, and shuffled out of his pants. I quickly followed suit with my own trousers, the flowy fabric easily pooling around my ankles.

Quickly, I prepared myself for Julian to pin me to the wall again and make good on his promise to please me. Instead, I found myself spun around, bent forward, and bracing myself against the same wall with my hips out behind me. I made a noise of surprise at the sudden action but it quickly turned into a keen of pleasure. Julian’s deft fingers had my ass spread out for him and my hole on full display.

Julian sucked in a breath at the sight and quickly dove in. His tongue laved from my taint up to my asshole and he groaned happily at the taste of me. I moaned wantonly as he vigorously ate my ass and wiggled his tongue past the tight ring of muscle. I panted and moaned as his mouth worked me open and a sharp breath escaped as his hand found my cock. His hand languidly moved in small, firm strokes at my base while he continued to drive me crazy with his hot, wet muscle.

To my chagrin, he took his hot mouth off my needy hole but it was soon replaced with two of his long, deft fingers prodding my entrance. Had I not been so enraptured by the pleasure of my boyfriend’s fingers thrusting inside of me, I likely would have, even vaguely, noticed the mutter of ‘Holy shit’ at the mouth of the alley. However, I was much more preoccupied with Julian’s, now 3, long fingers hitting my prostate over and over again.

“Fuck-! Jul-Julian..! Gods, hurry, it’s fine just-! Oh Gods just fuck me already..!” I cried out when my cock was leaking enough that a full glob of pre dripped down onto the ground. His gruff chuckle sounded from behind me and it sent shivers up my spine. As he spread his finger a few more times for extra measure, he kissed up my back from the base of my spine to the nape of my neck. Finally, his fingers slipped out of me and I groaned when he purposely hit my prostate again on the way out.

“You ready, darling?” He asked lowly in my ear as he guided me with deliberate movements to turn around and face him. He hoisted me up again and with one hand firmly on my hip and my back against the wall, he positioned his tip at my entrance. I don’t know when but he had slicked up his cock with, presumably, spit. The cool wetness pressing against my spasming hole filled me with excited anticipation.

“For you? Always.” I flirted and leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to his lips before he pushed in, his bulbous tip stretching my ass for the rest of him. A deep, wanton moan left me at the stretch. While he was more on the lengthier side than on the thicker side, he was still very much adequately thick that every time he entered my tight puckered hole, the stretch always left me near speechless. As he stilled for a moment to let me adjust once again, he leaned forward and captured my lips in a heated kiss, tongues clashing wetly and saliva sloppily dripping down my chin.

Julian’s hot and eager lips moved away from my own, much to my displeasure, bringing a needy whine from my throat when he didn’t let me reconnect our lips. A deep, amused chuckle rumbled against my body as he trailed scorching, open-mouthed kisses along my jaw and neck, biting and nipping every so often.

“So impatient,” He teased against my throat where he had stopped to suck a hickey into the flesh, “Don’t worry, I don’t plan to keep you waiting much longer, darling. My darling, Y/n.” The heady words sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine.

“You… better not, Julia-aaaaah-!” I cried out when he bottomed out inside my ass with one quick thrust, filling me deeply in a way only he can fill me. He moved his mouth along my throat once again once he was seemingly satisfied with his darkened mark on my skin, claiming me as his and showing it off. I felt his teeth scrape against the side of my neck, just above the juncture of my neck and shoulder. With his cock nestled fully inside me, he sunk his teeth into the flesh, not hard enough to break the skin but hard enough to leave quite an obvious mark. The sudden jolt of pain made me cry out in surprise and the shot of pleasure that accompanied it.

“Holy fuck-! Oh Gods, Julian, oh fuck yes…” My voice trembled as he released the skin and lapped at the mark at the same moment he pulled his hips back, sliding halfway out of me. The slide was just this side of excruciatingly slow before he snapped his hips forward and buried himself to the base once again, crashing his hips against my butt.

“Feeling good, my darling?” I could feel the smirk against my skin as he teased me and as much as I wished I could give him a witty retort, the increasing movement of his hips effectively scrambled my thoughts. “I told you I wouldn’t keep you waiting, didn’t I?” Julian spoke into my ear with a husky growl. I could hardly do more than nod dumbly and voice an incoherent sound of agreement. As he picked up speed with his thrusts and his movements of his large hands wrapped tightly around my hips, he kissed and laved down my skin to my chest.

His back arched out slightly as he kissed at my pec and left smaller hickeys and love bites around the area and laved over my nipple. With how much he tweaked and teased my chest whenever we made love, he had conditioned a sensitivity there and it made me moan loudly, being paired with his rough thrusts into my asshole.

“Holy shit… Holy fuck.. Oh Gods, Ilya!” I moaned out with each time the new position made his cock hit my prostate over and over again.

“Oh, fuck.. Do you have any idea what you do to me, my darling?” he growled and straightened his back to slam his lips against mine. I knew exactly what calling him by his real name did to him and I fully intended to reap the benefits.

His mouth moved excitedly against mine, tongue dominating mine and exploring the cavern he knew like the back of his hand. His thrusts held a new vigor to them and his speed increased more than I thought possible, especially in this position. It felt like he somehow was reaching even deeper inside of me, almost like he was literally rearranging my guts with every powerful plunge into my hole.

As he ravished my mouth and his cock filled me over and over again, his hand crept up my body and roughly toyed with my chest. A moan, one that would not be out of place in a whorehouse, erupted into his mouth and he swallowed it up eagerly and increased his actions further. His fingers delightfully stroked down my body with feather-light touches and reached my weeping, neglected dick. As he pounded my ass, his long fingers wrapped around my member and rubbed my length in an opposing rhythm to his thrusts.

The sensations alone were nearly enough to make me cum. Though when we had to separate for air I had to rest my head against his shoulder, my muscles weak from the exertion. I let my eyes simply rest where they automatically looked instead of trying to look up at my lover’s face. And my eyes just so happened to be angled at the opening of the alleyway. There, I saw a small crowd had gathered. With the looks on their faces and where exactly they were staring, it was fairly obvious that they could see us. Through my hazed mind, I vaguely was able to wonder how they could see up with the herb acting as a barrier, though that train of thought was quickly discarded in favor of the pleasure coursing through my being with my boyfriend still ruthlessly pounding me.

I forced my muscles to lift my head to reconnect our lips with sloppy, open-mouthed kisses and let my whorish moans out between each connection of our mouths.

“Ilya.. Ilya..! Oh gods, I’m- Oh fuck, I’m gonna-!” My shouts were cut off by the blinding pleasure that shot through my very being, my vision whiting out and the only sensation I had was Julian still jackhammering my insides.

“Go ahead, darling, oh fuck, go ahead. Cum for me, my darling. Fucking cum for me, Y/n!” Julian cried out while ropes of my sticky cum sprayed out over our abdomens. With my hole and my inner walls clenching around him as he pistoned his hips against mine, he neared his end quickly.

“Oh, darling, oh my darling.. I’m going to fill you up, gonna fill you up so fucking full. Gonna shoot my load inside you. Would you like that? Huh? You want me to fuck you so full of my cum that you’ll feel me for weeks until I fuck you full again? Gonna feel me right here,” during his rambling, he moved his hand that had jerked me to completion to rest on my belly, bulging with every deep thrust he made.

He pressed his hand down on the bulge and it sent a new wave of pleasure through me. It seemed to do the same to him, if his growling moan was anything to do by. I could only dumbly nod and whine out pleas for him to do just that, to fill me to the brim. My unfocused eyes flitted to the opening of the alley and when I caught sight of the crowd again I weakly grinned as the small audience we had accumulated watched my lover wreck me.

Noticing my split attention, Julian shot a glance at the opening to the street and saw our little crowd of voyeurs. Had he not been so deep in his pleasure and so far gone to the ecstasy, he may have cared that we were being watched. In the midst of his peak, however, he couldn’t bring himself to give them much of a second thought. As he felt his end arriving, he leaned into me and sealed my mouth over with his and when my tongue entered his wet cavern, his cord snapped and he did just as he’d promised.

His cum flooded my ass and his stuttering hips still fucked me through his orgasm, pushing his spunk further inside me with each new thrust. Finally, his hips slammed into me one last time with the last big spurt inside of me. My moans were, albeit muffled, heavy with pleasure and lewdity. Once his balls were emptied inside of me, he broke the kiss slowly, letting our tongues loll out of each other’s mouths and messily let the thick ropes of spit connect us before breaking to drip down our chins.

“Do you think they enjoyed the show, my darling?” Julian’s teasing voice broke through the deafening sound of us panting and huffing for breath after that.

I weakly chuckled at him, “Well, if they didn’t then they must be blind.” He smirked along with me and rested our foreheads together.

“Do you know why the barrier failed, anyway?” Finally having caught my breath enough to actually think, I furrowed my brow in confusion.

“I think… Asra might have had more to tell me but he had to run and stop your sister from setting the shop ablaze… Again.” I panted and glanced at the herbs and noticed the clove out of place, “And I guess I was a little.. overexcited earlier.. And I knocked one of the cloves out of the line.” I was flushing with both embarrassment and a hint of amusement.

“Darling…” Julian chuckled and shook his head and rested his forehead back against mine, “What am I going to do with you?” I fought to contain the large, amused smile threatening to split across my face.

“I can think of a thing or two,” I shrugged with a cheeky smirk and got a chuckle from him.

“Let’s get home first, I think we’ve given them enough of a performance,” He motioned to the small gaggle of people still gathered with a small tilt of his head and his eyes following suit with a flick. I laughed and nodded as I pressed forward to peck my lover’s lips.

“Sounds good,” my eyelids fell halfway to give him a sultry gaze, “Ilya.”

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𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥:

@frosch-thefrog

[pink-lemonade-wave-world]

Characters and Listeners Incorrect Quotes - Scythe Audios Edition

I was so patiently waiting for an episode of Atrocity series until my day was ruined when I saw the news. I was eager to see L.L and discover her powers, but noooo 😒. I wish for Scythe only the best and take his time.

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Siren, watching Sweet Cheeks: Ah yes. The mysterious and beautiful Sweet Cheeks, so demure…

Siren: …I wonder what sort of melodic sounds this wonderful being makes?

Sweet Cheeks: *screaming*

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Twinkle: Okay, help me, please!

Maverick: Got two words for you.

Twinkle: I bet they won't be helpful.

Maverick: Your problem.

Twinkle: I was right.

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V: You know, I used to play back in my gory days.

Cherky: You mean glory days?

V: Ah, that too.

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Livana: I mean. Gray's just standing there now.

Alpha: Waiting for me, I guess.

Alpha: But it's okay, I think they've pretty much settled down.

Livana: Settled down?

Alpha: Well, they only stabbed me once.

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Twinkle, gardening: Hey, can you bring me the hoe?

Cheeky: Yeah, sure.

*A few minutes later*

Cheeky: Here you go.

Twinkle:

Cheeky:

Succubus: Why am I here?

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Goddess: Everyone thinks you suck.

Twinkle: I think you have the wrong number…

Goddess: Cheeky?

Twinkle: Nope. Twinkle.

Goddess: Well, you probably suck too…

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Kidnapper: I have one of your friends.

L: Which one? I have seven.

Kidnapper: The loud, annoying, rowdy one who never shuts up.

L: Which one? I have seven.

V, distantly: HEY!!!

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Twinkle: Enough! How dare you mock me in such a manner!?

Maverick: Well. How would you like me to mock you? I take requests.

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Marcus: Time for plan G.

Kreed: Don’t you mean plan B?

Marcus: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.

Cole: What about plan D?

Chosen: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.

Kreed: What about plan E?

Marcus: I’m hoping not to use it. Floofster dies in plan E.

Cole: I like plan E.

Floofster: D:

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Hunter: Just be careful, Demon Girl!

Demon Girl: *heading out the door* I'm always careful, Hunter!

Demon Girl: It's everything around me that's careless.

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Killian: I have a plan.

Julian: Good! As long as we aren’t breaking the law again, I’m open to hearing it.

Killian: …

Julian: …

Killian: I no longer have a plan.

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Dark Rose: I'm going to get myself some soup.

Vallakay: Be careful not to burn yourself, it's hot.

Dark Rose: Pfft, I won't burn myself.

*30 seconds later*

Dark Rose, entering the room: I burned myself.

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Alpha: Oh and for your information, I don't have an ego.

Alpha: My facebook photo is a landscape.

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Twinkle: I only have two emotions: exhaustion and stress. And I’m somehow always feeling both simultaneously.

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Atrocity: Little Love, you look deep in thought. What’s wrong?

Little Love: Did you know you can look at any object and know what it’s like to lick it? Even if you’ve never touched it before?

Atrocity: I’m never asking you anything ever again.

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Jay Jay: Twinkle, I got suspended from school…

Twinkle: WHAT?!?! What did you do?

Jay Jay: My teacher pointed at me with a ruler, and he said “there is an idiot at the end of this ruler”.

Twinkle: And…?

Jay Jay: I asked which end…

Twinkle, unable to contain their laughter: Okay, you just made my day.

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Next: Siren's Son ASMR

[sutekinaoneesan]

Just something that recently crossed my mind when thinking about Julian and his relationship with his parents.

Do you remember season 1 all-eager-to-please-puppy-Julian? Just imagine what an argument between Richard and season 1 Julian would have looked like. They did have a lot of differences in the past ever since Julian found out about his enhancements at the age of 15. But somehow I cant‘t really picture season 1 Julian opposing his father in more than a teenager kind of way. He might argue with his father over something but in the end he complies with whatever his parents tell him because he‘s so desperate to measure up to everyone’s expectations because he thinks that it’s the only way to earn their love.

Then take season 5 all-mature-and-grown-up Julian who knows exactly how to step up for himself and defend himself. He’s no longer willing to do as his father tells him. You can see in Sisko‘s office how much he‘s uncomfortable with his parents showing their affection for him. While season 1 Julian would have quietly endured the whole thing, probably feeling even guilty for not being the perfect son, season 5 Julian is ready to defend his newly made home against his parent’s intrusion.

And I just wonder when exactly that change in Julian’s attitude toward his parents might have happened. I mean, of course he grows up a lot during his time on DS9 but I can‘t help but wonder if there was something, a particular event that caused it.

If we take Julian’s statement in Dr. Bashir, I presume? where he says that he hasn‘t been home for three years that would mean that the last time he visited home must have been somewhere around season 2. It’s only my guess but Armageddon Game is set in season 2 where Julian is believed dead and Sisko passes on the news of Julian’s death to his parents. Most likely Julian visited his parents after the events. My guess is that that was the turning point in their relationship.

Like

Richard: We thought you were dead. I’m so glad you’re here. Just imagine, all that talent gone for good. All that knowledge and all those skills.

Julian: We’re talking about my life! I nearly DIED. And all you’re concerned about is that my talent could have been wasted?

Again, it’s only my guess but it would make sense…

[snobgoblin]

from this

please I'm curious to know more

*promping you to talk about it*

OH!!! okok. ok, not to say the endings are necessarily bad- both of them were very emotional the first time. but I don't find myself replaying them a lot because there's nothing to latch onto- with Julian's route especially I find myself thinking about the implications of everything that happened a lot and really running with it- and I do think the endings are fine in that they answer questions about the worldbuilding (what happens if you kill an Arcana and don't replace them? storms and monsters apparently. how does the world function without magic? they start building weapons and everyone just generally feels more unsafe. stuff like that it's like yeah that's interesting) BUT I do have ideas on how to really *elevate* those routes and make them a "god I can't stop thinking about this" thing that really plays into their fatal flaw

>Muriel's was an obvious choice I feel like. at times, his self isolation borders on self harm (there are definitely implications he doesn't fully want to be alone *all* the time) and I feel like the worst thing you could do for his reversed end, is make him go back on his progress. it was so nice seeing him open up! it was nice seeing him want to be remembered! take it away from him. it would be SO easy to make him regress- he killed Lucio! he swore he wouldn't spill blood again and then he did, that would confirm his worst fears, in his mind, that he's a monster, that he's the reason the world has gone to shit, that he let everyone down. so, he gets his curse back. he finds a way. he takes away Asra's myrrh. he disappears, ignoring as you and Asra begged him not to (he explained what he was doing beforehand, it's not like you would remember it anyway and he needed the closure) and he disappears into the forest again, and this time, nobody ran after him. occasionally, Asra or the player may smell myrrh and briefly remember him, but it's always fleeting and they get this unexplainable sense of loss after the feeling is gone. Muriel is left in his hut, with Asra's knicknacks there, remembering how this used to be a home for his best friend, too. thinking about how he doesn't deserve a best friend, he'll just end up hurting them. he'll just hurt the mc. that's all he ever does- this mindset is in no way helped by Vesuvia confirming his fears and driving him away for killing Lucio initially, when the world started to break (though he never could have predicted the consequences of that)

BUT eventually after a few years of introspection, and many many failed attempts he does return to Vesuvia, if for no other reason than like... having zero news on his friends drives him crazy. and even if he thinks he doesn't deserve them, he wants to be around to protect them. if all he's good for is killing, at least it will be monsters worse than he is, and they won't have to fend for themselves anymore. SO he ends up giving Asra and the player myrrh and when their memories return they're half-scolding-half-crying-from-joy that he even came back, but overall they're eager to make up for lost time and hopefully, get him to open up again. but it won't be easy

>for Portia it's a little more difficult to pin down a fatal flaw imo... maybe that she's manipulative but that's not her personality that's literally just her trying to save her brother- and the reversed meaning of The Star wasn't giving me any sparks either, particularly, so I thought it would be cool if Tasya ended up living, and Portia got the life she always dreamed of. she doesn't have to work anymore! but she starts to become corrupt. she starts to become exactly the kind of person she despised working as a servant. she uses her money to say, buy endangered pets. something that would appall Mazelinka for obvious reasons but that would also appall younger Portia- I bring this example up specifically because I feel like Portia has the potential to become very impulsive and at times she lets her feelings get the best of her. a natural progression of this is her becoming more and more impulsive with her money- oh she thinks the seals are cute. now she owns them. oh now she needs a servant to care for them because they're too much work. so she ends up putting someone in exactly the position she was in at the palace, taking care of Lucio's menagerie. butttt this is the one I'm the least confident in. I don't love it if I'm honest- I think there's something more creative you could do with Portia and im not sure what that is? like yeah I think Portia has the potential to become corrupt but ultimately she's so kind at heart that it would be out of character for her to be terribly cruel- or, talking it out maybe her fatal flaw is that she runs herself ragged. maybe you could do something with that, have her snap, idfk- I do like the idea of Portia getting to live out the life she never got in some way, and I do think it would be bittersweet for Tasya to sort of replace Lishka with Portia

THE MURIEL ONE is the one I like here. anyway

[sxftkxssxs]

if your comfortable with it, could you please write something about the m6 (or just Asra and Julian) with an anorexic mc? as someone kind of struggling rn I could use the comfort, but if your not comfortable with it I totally understand 🌻

Oh I definitely can!! I hope this helps, even though its forever late :((

Anorexic mc (main 6)

Asra

He's going to be the most worried about you

He'll do anything he can to support you, and I mean anything

Asra would make sure the things you both eat are things you are okay trying, and he definitely tries to make eating more enjoyable for you

He always checks in on you to make sure you aren’t pushing yourself too hard.

He’s always so proud of you, making sure you can hear him say it when you’re in the privacy of your room. It’s often mixed in with soft whispers of praise.

might invite you to cook with him, if you accept, the kitchen ends up a little more of a mess than before (why is there flour on the ceiling..?)

Faust likes to wrap and squeeze you when you have a hard day. (She’s very cold and now you are too!) 

Julian

At first he’s probably a little stumped, but he’s a doctor. he knows about these things

He makes sure he doesn’t get too carried away with the doctor talk, you’re safe from doctor lectures

Malak will often perch on your shoulders, only squawking at Julian a mild amount

Julian doesn't push you too hard, and often leaves you little reminders that you're doing amazing (though you can't really read that chicken scratch doctor handwriting..) 

He tries his best to be there for you when it gets harder, offering to sit with you while you both eat together, dramatic support when you do well!!

Overall he's such a sweetheart, and he makes sure you're not being too hard on yourself

Nadia

Nadia worries almost as bad as Asra does, but she doesn’t always let it show

She’ll take this into consideration for every meal that's planned

She makes sure any meal you both have won’t be too much for you!

Nadia shows how proud she is of you with soft touches outside of the privacy your rooms provide. When inside the privacy of her own spaces she’ll often invite you to bathe with her. (if you turn that down I’ll go in for you).

if you have a really bad day she’ll have them make something a little less, extravagant

Muriel

He won’t have much to say, but you can tell he remembers from other things he does for you

He’ll quietly ask you if you’ve eaten or if you’re alright if he notices anything off

The food he makes always suits your tastes and always looks like someone put a lot of care into it

Muriel makes sure to eat with you, taking a seat beside you

Inanna will still gladly accept any leftovers, although she’s much less eager to snatch it right off your plate

He tries to show he’s proud of you, he gets a little smile on his face every time you two eat together. Inanna often snuggles up to you after you all eat and won’t get up for anything

Muriel won’t be disappointed if theres some things you just can’t bring yourself to eat, either he or Inanna will eat it 

Portia 

Portia definitely has concerns

She’s more of a baker but she can make (some) foods for you if you’d prefer!

She’d likely ask Julian some questions, or just let him spew as much as he knew on the topic 

She’ll encourage you to hang out with her in the kitchens eventually, and everyone working there would be incredibly supportive

Pepi sometimes steals from the kitchens for you, bringing you little parts of things you like (and a leaf once!) 

Portia shows she’s proud of you loud and clear, big hugs and kisses are absolutely part of the routine

Lucio

He’s got a lot of spirit I can tell you that

Most likely won’t be paying much attention to your plate or anything other than the conversation you’re having

he’ll take some time to process why you might not wanna eat- he genuinely thinks you’re amazing no matter what

Lucio is all about fun and making things not seem as bad, so that’s what he does-

He’ll tell you about things he’s done in the past, things he’s planning on the two of you doing, all of it

I think he’s always got to have a hand on you in some way, so depending on what you two are eating he might draw circles on your unused hand, or link pinkies with you.

Mercedes and Melchior often nudge you, slipping their heads under your arm occasionally. No one can ever tell if they’re trying to encourage you or beg for scraps…

[tarrenterror25]

nsfw headcanons/whatevr u feel like abt julian slowik with a gn reader who's also a chef? julian is obviously a fan of being in control, but maybe reader also has a dominant side...

First off, I want to say thank you so much for taking the time to send me an ask! 💖💖

Again, I’m not a chef/cook so I’ll do my best to include the chef-y details! I hope you like these ✨

🔥NSFW🔥

Julian Slowik x Dom!Chef!GN!Reader

You’re a chef who doesn’t cook with as much precision, but you cook with passion. For you, it’s effortless to make something beautiful on the plate and you can turn the most unappetizing morsels into delicacies, even the s’more.

How do you do it? Julian has to know.

You will teach him to surrender himself to his passion fully and to abandon whatever he knows about precision. He has to lose sight of all the details and focus on the bigger picture.

“No,” you say gently tapping his hand with your index finger. “What?” Julian asks. “Is this not the recipe?” “Don’t cut the garlic, mash it with your knife.” “But...the recipe calls for minced-” “And I’m telling you,” your voice is warm on his neck from how close you’re standing to him, “to do it this way. Who do you trust more to know about taste; a piece of paper? Or yourself?”

Julian has never met someone he’s wanted to please so much except for maybe his manager when he worked at the burger joint.

For you, he’s a sub. Or at the very least more submissive in the kitchen and in private.

He’s eager to see the world how you see it, how your senses take in all of your experiences and transform them into something delicious and fleeting on a plate.

The only thing Julian Slowik knows about sex is fucking like a rabbit and you’ll show him that it’s just like when he’s in the kitchen; all the work that has to go into the process and the time it takes to make the experience more enjoyable.

He’s very into restraints and being blindfolded since this a technique used to heighten the sense of taste. He’ll learn to savor these tastes; to savor you.

Of course he loves praise, but he already knows he’s the best so hearing something different from you is what really gets him. He’s totally into light degradation. You can’t put him down completely, but questioning his skills as a chef and a lover even a little will have him melt into a puddle.

“Is this to your liking?” Julian asks tentatively. You smirk, just a bit, enough that he can tell you’re amused by his question. “If I was a customer at Hawthorne and you asked me that, I’d go into the kitchen and make the food myself.”

No one talks to him like that, but you which makes it a huge turn on. Pointing out that he’s the boss in the kitchen, but practically a slave to you gets him going.

As the dominant one in the relationship, you are his guide to finding how to put passion and fire back into his life! It’ll reflect in his cooking and this is where the praise from you means the most.

If he cooks a dish and you genuinely compliment it, he’s inspired and will take the reins during your next encounter.

[sadhornyygirl]

hi, i love it your storys, could please write a smut where izzy stradlin and julian casablancas share the girlfriend ?

Sure honey, hope u like it

Threesome (feat. Julian Casablancas)

- I'll fill you up like this later, Izzy whispered beside her as they were watching a movie.

 - What are you kids whispering about? Julian asked, poking his head into his and Izzy's personal space.

 -If you want to eat, feel free to use my bed. Last door on the left.

 -So can you listen and jerk off while we fuck? He glared at Julian

 A perverse thought crossed his mind as Julian raised his hands in surrender.

-  And if you participated together in??

- What? Do you want me to participate?

 You shrugged, not seeing a problem. He and Izzy have been close friends for years, and you've always secretly wanted to do that with another partner. This was your chance.

 The two looked at each other and shrugged.

 The temperature was rising rapidly in the room, so you undid the buttons and took them off, revealing your delicate bra. You tugged at Izzy's shirt, trying to get it off. He helped to discard it, pressing his lips to hers afterward.

 Izzy rubbed her finger across her clit, causing more stains to accumulate on her panties. They will be soggy when you take them out.

 -Give Julian some pleasure, baby. He seems left out, Izzy said into her ear.

 You nodded and reached out to the growing bulge in Julian's pants, gripping the firm mass under the fabric, forcing a groan to escape Julian's lips as he finally felt some sort of stimulation.

-Fuck it, he groaned

 Izzy slouched over the jeans, the sight of his heritage girl making him even harder. He got rid of his jeans and boxers, wrapping his hand around his cock to stroke himself - and relieve himself - as he watched Julian's cock slowly disappear past his lips.

- What a bitch. Sucking your boyfriend's friend's dick right in front of him, Julian said, pushing you deeper on his cock and making your eyes water.

 As soon as he came, you swallowed and released his cock with an audible pop, returning with a smirk, a trickle of saliva connecting from your lips to his cock.

 -Holy shit!, he exclaimed as he let go of her hair, and it took a few moments to compose himself.

 Izzy pulled you up and ran her control over your lower lip, catching some cum, and you wrapped your mouth around it, sucking it clean.

- Get dressed, dear. you didn't have a lot of clothes on, just your pants, panties and socks.

 Julian sat down on the bed, getting ready for you, and you climbed onto his lap, facing him. You took his cock and slammed the head of it over your clit to tease him, then worked your way down through the folds, covering him in your slick.

 He looked down to where his genitals were rubbing, cursing at the sight of him.

 -Mmh, rub your sweet pussy on me.

 You did it again, and he slammed right into your clit, sending jolts of pleasure down your spine. You lined Julian up at your entrance, secretly eager to know what it felt like inside you. You lowered yourself onto his hard cock, swallowing it between your soaking folds.

 -God, you're so tight, he whispered.

 Izzy came and positioned herself behind you.

 -Are you okay?, You nodded, rolling your hips and riding slowly across Julian's length.

 With a hand on his shoulder, Izzy gently registered him forward, positioning him in a better position. He cusp in his fingers and stroked himself a little, pre-cum mixing, and lining up with his ass, sliding carefully inside and inside. It hurt at first, making you curse his invasion.

-How do you feel, baby doll? Julian asked, watching her face contort with pleasure.

 -It's so fucking good. So fucking full. You rocked against Izzy.

 He did and soon, Julian was lifting his hips and slamming into you at high speed, while Izzy firmly gripped your hips and pierced you, her loud moans echoing off the four walls of the room. His body was on overload, every sense heightened, every feeling heightened.

- Fuck, right there!, you yelled, throwing your head back as Izzy slapped your ass.

 -You grab our dicks so well, praised Izzy watching him and Julian go in and out of their holes, eliciting a series of meows from you.

 You gave the boys warning that you were about to come and just as you were about to finish, your walls tightened around Julian, and he spilled inside of you, joining you in your orgasm, coming all over your cock. From him, while Izzy kept her attack on his ass before following shortly.

 You collapsed against Julian's chest, completely exhausted. A quiver of unease spread across her lips as Izzy pulled away. He smiled as he watched his cum come out of you and drip down to where Julian's softening cock was still inside you.

[thesixthplaneteer]

Day 1 of OC-tober 2023!

Bent the rules slightly and decided to spiffy up a WIP of something from my wife's fave OC's perspective but it still involves my fave OC so like, it's not illegal right? This is a little write up in a later part of our VTM canon involving Noa the Giovanni/Hecata and Nyth the thin blood. I hope you enjoy!

Noa’s dark curly hair and pink flowing dress billowed behind her as she briskly walked to Nythanel’s room. Dignity and a desire for control were the only things that kept her from running to him. Her face was placid with no hint of her inner turmoil. Julian towered over her by over a foot but struggled to keep up with her as he held a bandage to the bleeding wound on his arm. He was a slab of meat of a man yet still whimpered like a dog about his arm as they walked. It annoyed her, he annoyed her. Joaquin was already getting on her nerves earlier in the night but now this. It was always one thing after another with those two. They ate from the palms of her hands however their obedience was a constant struggle. 

I am not losing my grip on them. She thought to herself. I am squeezing them too tight. They are spilling between my fingers like mud. This can’t be sustained with them both.

“Then he bit down like he was trying to take a chunk out of me.” Julian’s voice interrupts her thoughts “That’s when all the plants started shaking and moving so I got the hell out of there and went straight to you.”  He spoke like he was trying to defend his actions. To bring justification for disobeying her orders to stay with and take care of Nythanel. 

Then you should have let him devour you. She thinks to herself. She keeps her stride and silence as they walk down the long hall. She knew if she were to speak now the control she held on herself would break. 

A strong lemon scent filled her nose as she stopped at Nythanel’s door. Thin vines with wide flat heart shaped leaves and white trumpet flowers in full bloom were growing out and snaking around the door. They reached out toward the hall like they were searching for something but did not move further down it. 

“Want me to open it?” Julian asked earnestly. Maybe too eager to prove his usefulness but obviously hesitant to involve himself without permission. 

“I need you to step aside and stay quiet, please.” She spoke with an even tone not looking away from the door. 

Her “please” was more warning than courtesy and Julian knew that. He promptly stepped back away from her and the door.

She reached out toward the door and gently took a bloom in hand . The vines stopped moving and the flowers begane to close as they went dormant, save for the one she held.

“It is Noa my love. Would you let me in?” Her voice was much softer than how she’d spoken to Julian. A sweetness and warmth reserved only for her Nythanel came to the surface as she spoke to the flower. 

Julian hated hearing her get so sweet for him. I’m still useful. He thinks to himself. He wouldn’t dare say it out loud. Noa wasn’t cruel to him but he felt the weight of death surrounding her. He witnessed the ceremonies used to summon wraiths. His fear and adoration of her were in equal measure and it tore him apart that he couldn’t be more like her or more of what she wanted. Nythanel’s accident and Joaquin accompanying them made him realize just how low on the pecking order he was. Despite years of service as her ghoul he felt less wanted by her now more than ever. He felt anger toward her and he hated himself for feeling it. He hated having to share her but he was ordered to and he must obey. 

The flower Noa spoke into closed up a moment after and the vines slowly receded from the door. The green tendrils freed the door and Noa took hold of the handle. 

“Stay out here.” She told Julian in her flat tone. Without waiting for a reply she pushed her way into the room, careful not to hurt the thriving plant life.

She had made sure some of Nythanel’s favorite plants were surrounding him. But they were in pots. Pruned and maintained. Now the room looked more like an abandoned shed that nature was determined to reclaim. Thin vines of Moonflowers wiggled and writhed along the walls and floor entangled with Pink Princess Philodendron. Large rose bushes of a myriad of colors reached out in all directions. Red chrysanthemums peaked out from the choking vegetation. It was a verdant haven that suited her beloved although she worried about the structural stability of the building if this went unchecked for too long. 

The vines on the floor pulled away to clear a path to a mound of various blooms and foliage. She stepped carefully to not step on a wayward vine or leaf as she approached. Walking around the mound she realized it was Nythanel’s wheelchair completely overtaken by the vegetation. He sat splayed out in the seat, his head slumped over and his visible eye closed. He was beautiful in the moon glow from the large window and produced a scene from a fairytale with this presentation. Like a prince sleeping in a meadow waiting to be awoken by love's kiss. 

Noa felt her heart slump as she took note of the bandages still on his head and covering half his face. There was blood around his mouth and on his chin. Red specks dotted the bandages. No doubt the result of his attempted feeding. She took a few more steps closer and reached for his hand. He still wasn’t fully cognizant and his fine motor skills were nonexistent. He still wasn’t speaking but seemed to respond well when spoken too. At least when she spoke to him.  

“Good evening my love.” She said as she gently took his hand and crouched down in front of him to be eye level.

She kept her volume low, speaking softly to him with a small smile on her lips. She felt some joy to have him in this state and she felt ashamed of herself for it. He was always so fiercely capable. Able to take care of himself and relied on even her as little as possible. She understood why he was that way but part of her delighted in him being fully dependent on her now. Her wildflower needed her now more than ever.

His eye opened slowly and his hand squeezed hers. His grip was uncomfortably tight but she was ecstatic for it since he had not been able to hold her hand in a long time. He stirred slowly in his seat. Even small movements seemed labored. So proud of his athleticism and strength, now could barely lift his own arms. He opened his mouth and revealed his bared fangs.

“If you’re hungry then drink from me, love.” He had to be hungry. She thought to herself. He was a thin blood after all. Even if his blood allowed him some power it came at a high cost. She silently cursed Julian for upsetting him so much to cause this kind of reaction.  

She stood slowly and sat on the arm of his chair though it was mostly vine now. With a gentle hand on the back of his neck she pulled his head to her chest and brought her wrist to his mouth. He opened wide then latched roughly.

A quick sharp pain from his fangs then a shiver went through her body. A shiver that she craved and that her beloved provided. She pulled him tightly to her, running her fingers through his chestnut brown hair while he fed. His teeth sank deep into her but thankfully she was more durable than Julian. She would never know what it would be like to have a child, but in these moments she felt like a mother. If everything goes to plan, he will soon be as much her childe as she could make him. The thought of him refusing her like Joaquin crossed her mind. She pushed it away. Nythanel had made his love of who and what they are clear. The studies and experiments they have already done on the matter was more than proof he meant it. Soon she will be able to make it happen for him. Soon she would give him the most precious gift she could. She smiled as she nuzzled into his head. She breathed in the lemon scent that clung to his hair as he suckled from her. 

It was a few precious moments of bliss until she began to feel the hunger in herself grow. She felt an uncomfortable stir in her chest at the vitae being given up. 

“Nythanel, that’s all I have to give for now love.” She tried to pull her arm away but he bit down harder and his hands tightened around her arm. She felt her beast bash at its cage. She fought it to maintain her composure. As truly and wholly together they would become if she allowed him to devour her completely, they had so much they could accomplish still.

“Nythanel.” She said in a low whimper in his ear. “You’re hurting me, please let go.” 

His warm brown eye looked up and into her own dark eyes. He stared at her blankly then a spark of awareness seemed to come over him. His grip on her loosened and he unlatched. Noa felt her beast calm as Nythanel lapped at the teeth and fang marks on her arm. She smiled softly at him and took his face gently into her hands. 

“I’ll be back soon, my love. I’ll bring you more to eat but please don’t feed from Julian. We need him.”  She kissed him on the cheek leaving a red stain and held him in a tight hug. She could feel his trembling arms move around her. She felt the vines moving around her ankles. She wanted to stay in this moment forever. However there was work that needed to be done if she was ever going to get her dear friend fully back. He was reluctant to let her go and it both delighted and broke her heart. But he was too weak to actually stop her.

“I’ll be back soon, I promise.” She said with a wide smile to him and made her way out of the room. Careful to not step on any of the plants that grasped after her as she left. 

Julian leaned against the wall right outside the door where he was told to stay. Noa’s face was once again placid. Her emotions locked away back inside her. Julian pushed off the wall and looked at her, waiting for her to tell him what to do.

“Julian, please make sure he is safely in bed before sunrise.” She said in her even tone. 

“Yeah, ma’am.” He managed in acknowledgement through his own swirl of emotions.   With that she turned and made her  way back down the hall. Her heels clacking as she went. Her mind went through all the preparations she would need to make. Just a few nights more my love. She thought to herself as she flipped open her cellphone to call Joaquin

[paperstarwriters]

(you don't have to publish the ask but make sure it's anonymous) please please please don't worry about the anon I think it might be the same person who made a harrass discord group...of course it's good to acknowledge wrongdoings of creators but it doesn't make anyone obligated to stay away from fandom. If you don't support the racist mess that happened it's totally fine if you stay in arcana fandom. Don't worry.

of course, of course. I'm not feeling pressured to leave the fandom right now don't worry about that. I know seeing it can cause a bit of anxiety, and for a little while it did make me feel anxious, I recalled why I wanted to write a lot of the fanfics I make in the first place, I didn't like how they wrote Muriel's ending, and I didn't like how they represented him a lot, so I wanted to make something that fit the image I had of him instead.

Anyways, I was much more curious about the note they made about the problems with Julian being a bird or the various bird motifs and that being antisemitic. I was wondering how or why that was the case, as when I tried searching it up I wasn't really able to find any definite explanations, so I was wondering if they could point me to a resource or something on the topic. I've heard that a merge between an owl and a human can often be antisemitic especially when that owl is presented as an almost demon-like entity with feathers forming horns like that of a great horned owl, and their beak being presented as a large hooked nose. That much, I do understand, but I'm unclear if it applies to the wider range of birds as well, or not.

In my initial search I found a story called Jewbird written by Bernard Malamud, an American-jewish author, and while it serves as the allegory of antisemitism not only coming from outside but inside as well, the nature of the intelligent bird being representative of an older more traditional Jewish individual (according to another source who were likely more able to draw the parallel than I was), presents him as a human-merged with bird individual and the whole point of the text seems to present it as the pure opposite of being antisemitic.

Of course, I can see the possibility of it, that he was presented as a bird in order to subvert the initial expectations and stereotypes, in the same way that Maus by Art Spiegelman does, but I would still like to be better able to understand the bird-antisemitism connection. Does it apply to specific birds? What kind of bird-like representation causes issue? Would the image of birds flying freely over the sky be considered problematic imagery? Why and how? is it the caged bird that is problematic? Why and how? Is there any possible way that this birdlike imagery can spread into other spaces and cause issue? Should Julian never be given feathered wings, regardless if you're creating a bird image or not? is his bird familiar problematic as well??? this is like telling someone unfamiliar with racism against African-american individuals that cotton is not good to them without telling them about the whole history about slavery and cotton picking, leading them to believe that they just take issue with the material of shirts or something.

I know I probably sound kinda nit-pickey, but I am genuinely curious and would love to avoid making any antisemitic mistakes when including Julian and Portia in my works. I wish to avoid this all the time, of course, but most especially now, as discussion on Palestine has spurred a lot of antisemitism due to the cultural genocide from Israel. And while it's clear that what Israel is doing, it's also clear that not all Jewish individuals support that, even though some news groups or people talking about it frame it as if it is.

Of course I'm open and eager for discussion on the other LIs as well and the intricacies of their problematic representation and how that must be handled corrected or re-framed, especially since in the early more.... hostile days of this fandom, I tended to stick to Muriel's route since I hadn't played the other routes in a while/all the way through so I'm a little unaware of all the other characters' misrepresentations (so if you're mentioning Muriel I probably have heard about and considered that one before—this man does not leave my brain lmao)

I can see the possible issues on Nadia being constantly represented as domineering failing to recognize softness in her (which I belive, though correct me if I'm wroing, is about dark skinned women being seen as violent and tough instead of soft or kind), and Asra being represented through Orientalism (mystic, but lesser other with messy foreign traditionalistic magic that must be corrected through the western logic and science—this partly originated in ancient greece so not entirely western as in America)

But yeah, I'm just really curious about it, cause my initial search only brought up news articles about people apologizing for being antisemitic, or the history of antisemitism. Rather than some of the various possible forms of antisemitism or it's possible relation to birds.

[blackink-onpaper]

The Descend and the Resurface

Damian Hart (Beyblade) x OC

Summary: OC comes from a complex background, and in the midst of trying to save it all and help her family she enters a strange arrangement, which will change her life forever.

Masterlist 🖤

Tags: Beyblade, Beyblade Metal Masters, Julian Konzern, Jack, Damian, OC, Gingka Hagane, team Starbreaker, team Excalibur

A/N: (ambience suggestion) this chapter and the next will go along with the canon storyline, for this chapter watch Beyblade Metal Masters episode 90 if you like, it’s available on youtube!

Also, please let me know what you think so far! It means a lot to me!

Chapter 4

“Alright then, come at me with your left rotation!” Damian purred for the audience to hear, while Julian went to pick up Destroyer. His return to the Blader’s position seemed to last an eternity: no matter if he won or not, Excalibur lost. All he can do now is win for his pride, for his audience, for Klaus, Sophie and Wales. No doubt his confidence was shaken, but this battle is a sure thing. There is no way anyone, no matter how strong, can defeat Destroyer’s left rotation. I mean, they’d have to be stronger than Gingka then and that’s just impossible.

But then, Julian snapped: “To take back the pride I’ve lost, I will show my skills in this next battle!”

“Good for you” Damian sighed to that, cooly brushing him off “because that right rotation round wasn’t worthy of my time!”

“Go ahead and talk tough while you still can!” Julian replied with strength in his voice, and fire in his eyes. Oh yeah, I’ve seen this before: Damian is done. Upon launch, Damian’s Bey was sent flying into the air, followed by cheers from Gingka’s friendgroup and the crowd. Destroyer was definitely in charge now, with impacts of sheer force hitting Damian’s Bey left and right. A calm, warm feeling of familiarity, comfort and pride came over me, I knew that the series of strange events was now truly over because only two Beys in the world can spin in the opposite dorection, and there is no way some random Blader has the power to defeat it. I began thinking about Excalibur’s imminent win, and planning my way into their backstage corridor to talk to Julian before the crowds start getting up from their seats. All the stressful events and constant shocks from earlier caused a lot of stress on my body as well, I could feel my stomach feeling heavy and a sting of fresh air against my bleeding cuticles that I bit without realising. Julian called his special move, which when in left rotation meant certain win against any enemy as there was no escaping the blasts of gravity that came upon a Bey from every direction. The stadium filled with Destroyer’s purple energy and gusts of wind swirling in all directions, but Damian didn’t wince at all. In fact, his demeanour was that of curiosity.

“Special move: Black Excalibur!” Julian suddenly sung out among all of the noise.

“Yeees!!” I got up from my seat: “Victor Excalibur! Victor Excalibur! Go Julian!” I wanted him to win, I wanted to se my closest friend, the keeper of my secrets, the one I grew up with and spent all those challenging moments with to win. I wanted to see him happy, I wanted to see him achieve his dream and defend his honour.

Destroyer swung his dark purple sword buzzing with energy and power into the air, dozens of meters above the highest row of the stadium, as dark lightening and gusts of electricity ran accross the stadium. Just as he was about to strike, I darted a look at Damian, craving to see a coward shitting his pants after all the disrespect he’s shown to Julian. But just before the gust of smoke took over, I saw an inviting grin.

With low visibility, the presenter jumped in to describe what just happened on the field: “NO! No way! Kerbecs stopped Julian’s all out special move right in its tracks!” I could see Sophie and Wales gripping the handrail that separated them from the battle, eager to see Julian emerge from the smoke, but just as tense as I am.

Damian chuckled: “So that thing was your special move, was it? I see against a normal Bey that probably would have won… However, it won’t work against Kerbecks when it’s in Boost Mode!”

“Julian’s special move didn’t work at all! What is going on out there?!” Gingka was literally on the edge of his seat, and even though the girl sitting next to him was saying something important I couldn’t hear her at all over the spinning that was happening in my head. For a moment I was sure I was going to pass out, but I fought the pain because this was too important.

When I got a grip of myself and tuned back into the conversation, Gingka was saying: “Do you think he would’ve cooked up this best out of three battle thing just so… he could test Hades Kerbecks Boost Mode?!?” I was speechless, utterly speechless if this was true. Lost for any words if Julian lost not to a Blader who was fighting for his team, but to a Blader who merely invited him to suffer so he could test out a design innovation.

“Hang in there Destroyer, counter attack!” Julian was trying to salvage the situation.

“Waste of time!” Damian proclaimed to the entirety of the stadium: “After your so-called special move has been stopped, what more could you possibly do?”

Julian gasped: “I can-“

“Parading around like an emperor when this is the hight of your power, how sad! Just make it easy on yourself, you don’t have any extraordinairy power so there’s no need to keep up that tough guy act!”

I was convinced I was going to faint, I could not feel my face anymore, yet my mouth was gaping open at what I was witnessing. Who is this cruel… this… monster?

“I’m going to take all of it away from you: your pride, confidence, everything sweet!!”

Kerbecks lashed strikes again, and again, with every hit grasping the air out of my lungs. My best friend was out there, and I was powerless to stop someone who was hurting him. What I would have done, or given, to just run out there and slap Damian’s face so hard he’d never speak to anyone like this ever again! Julian begged for mercy, but Damian didn’t listen. He was enjoying himself, and it didn’t matter that even the crowd fell silent, he was going to get what he wanted.

“Stop it! The battle’s already been decided!” Gingka rose a single cry from the audience, accompanied by his friend. Damian’s grin was wide and vicious, not diminishing even when he answered: “No it isn’t! Kerbecks has not revealed it’s true power yet, not even close!”

“JULIAN!”

To my absolute surprise, Sophie and Wales jumped in with their Beys: “Scarring Julian any further will simply not be allowed!”

“YES!” I gasped: finally an end to this atrocious torture. I wonder why the presenter, or the judges or fucking anyone didn’t step in until now? Torturing an opponent cannot possibly be according to the tournamet rules?

The presenter then jumped in, saying Excalibur forfeits as a consequence of breaching the rule of interrupting a game:

“We won’t allow Julian to be humiliated any further!”

“YES!” This time, I was yelling, and some encouraging claps and whistles came from the crowd in the rows behind.

“Heey!” Damian gleamed: “You two are gonna help me test Kerbecks as well? In that case, I won’t hold back at all as I invite all of you straight into Hades!”

Sophie, Julian and Wales called their special moves together - a combination I heard they were practicing in the week before our breakup. Two huge waves rose up, with Destroyer rising above like a dark Poseidon armed with his sword.

“So” I smiled to myself: “they succeeded. They made it work.”

Damian was quick to interrupt their scenic moment of glory: “Nice stuff! Now check this out!” Before he said anything else, I felt a sudden change in the air. It became ice cold even though the sun was shining and it was hot until a second ago, and a slow, swirling wind began to pick up.

Then, a blinding surge of fire-like energy erupted from Kerbecs, similar in appearance but different in magnitude to when Damian called Hades Drive; the stadium grew from ice cold to excruciatingly and suffocatingly hot in a milisecond. When I opened my eyes, I gasped at the sight of a giant dark door levitating in the middle of the stadium:

Damian roared: “Open right now, Hades Gate!”

The gate swung wide to display an empty and endless shadow realm of agony, from which red eyes awoke. Ice cold sweat ran down my feverish body, conflicting sensations caused by something paranormal: something unnatural.

Gold chains whipped out of the abyss, capturing Excalibur’s Beys - a scene of legend, of myth - good versus evil.

Then, the three headed Cerberous, Hades’s faithful servant, emerged from the darkness adorned in gold chain and collars, ready to inflict absolute pain and suffering.

Swirls of fire, absolutely real fire swam across the stadium before retracting to the inferno beyond the gate, and with a swift motion the door sunk into the depths of the Earth, beyond the sight of mortal eyes. The three Beys, and their Bladers, were motionless in their defeat.

Kerbecks faithfully jumped into Damian’s hand, but my bewildered, tearing eyes were locked on Julian’s frail standing frame.

“You’re weak.” Damian spoke among the deathly silence of the stadium, against the faint whimpers of Julian’s cry: “Now you understand that? Admit it.”

“Admit it?”

“Please Julian… please don’t let him win…” I begged under my breath, with boiling tears streaming down my face as I gazed at this broken man on one side of the stadium, and his tormentor’s eyes watching him from across: “please…”

“Yes that’s right, say it lound and clear: you are weak!” Damian ordered sadistically

“I… I am…” Julian whimpered

Damian smiled: “I am… what?”

“Weak.” Julian sunk to his knees as Damian burst into a laugh of victory. But unlike the manic laughter we heard from Jack earlier, this one was an echo of something unfamiliar and cruel.

The crowd remained completely silent. No one, not even the presenters moved or said a word as Damian strolled back and dissapeared into the tunnel leading into the backstage. After Excalibur members were also escorted backstage by paramedics, I ran out into the hallway to get to their quarters, but the newspapers and reporters beat me to it. The entire hall all the way to the enterance was full of ambitious and aggressive reporters trying to get a good picture of what misery and defeat looks like. For them, this was the scoop of the entire year.

I ran out and got into the first taxi that came by. I needed to get to my hotel as soon as possible and wrap my head around what had just happened. I saw I had dozens of missed calls and texts from mine and Julian’s friends who had watched the live stream, but I just couldn’t bring myself to read them. Somehow, I found the way to my room and into my bed, where all of my emotions poured out, leaving a stream of mascara and tears on the crisp white pillowcase. An hour, or even more, passed all the same. Eventually, the emotions calmed down a little bit; I tried calling all the Excalibur members, even their manager and Julian’s parents, but nobody picked up the phone.

I got up to order some tea and medicine to my room, when an envelope I hadn’t noticed before appeared slipping in from under the door. I slowly picked it up, turning it around to see who it was from:

Hades Inc.