#I will torment you with these cursed names so help me god

[knockyasocksoff2022]

Pick your fighter.

(So this is probably only funny to me and like one other person, but I found this site that creates "ship names" when you enter two names, only it has no regard for the names and just uses an algorithm to match them. And I thought, why not make so cursed BSD Ship names! So, without further ado:)

Da

Daa

DaChuuya

Dahuuya

Dauuya

Dauya

Daya

Daza

Dazaa

DazaChuuya

Dazahuuya

Dazaia

DazaiChuuya

Dazaihuuya

Dazaiuuya

Dazaiuya

Dazaiya

Dazauuya

Dazauya

Dazaya

DazChuuya

Dazhuuya

Dazuuya

Dazuya

Dazya

DChuuya

Dhuuya

Duuya

Duya

Dya

Cai

Cazai

CDazai

Chai

Chazai

ChDazai

Chi

Chuai

Chuazai

ChuDazai

Chui

Chuuai

Chuuazai

ChuuDazai

Chuui

Chuuyaai

Chuuyaazai

ChuuyaDazai

Chuuyai

Chuuyazai

ChuuyDazai

Chuuyi

Chuuyzai

Chuuzai

Chuzai

Chzai

Ci

Czai

Camu

Chamu

Chmu

ChOsamu

Chsamu

Chu

Chuamu

Chumu

ChuOsamu

Chusamu

Chuu

Chuuamu

Chuumu

ChuuOsamu

Chuusamu

Chuuu

Chuuyaamu

Chuuyamu

ChuuyaOsamu

Chuuyasamu

Chuuyau

Chuuymu

ChuuyOsamu

Chuuysamu

Chuuyu

Cmu

COsamu

Csamu

Cu

Oa

OChuuya

Ohuuya

Osa

Osaa

OsaChuuya

Osahuuya

Osama

OsamChuuya

Osamhuuya

Osamua

OsamuChuuya

Osamuhuuya

Osamuuuya

Osamuuya

Osamuya

Osamya

Osauuya

Osauya

Osaya

OsChuuya

Oshuuya

Osuuya

Osuya

Osya

Ouuya

Ouya

Oya

[miley1442111]

insecurity- a.hotchner

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summary: aaron starts to overthink and doesn't realise how it's impacting the relaitionship.

pairing: aaron hotchner x fiancé! reader

warnings: angst, fluff, aaron is super insecure about his body, reader is upset with him, suggestive mentions, fade to black smut, kissing, aaron ignores reader and is kind of a dickhead, cursing, angsty for a moment (I think that's it?)

not entirely proofread

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“Not good enough.” 

The sentence rang out in his mind as he knocked on your apartment door. 

“She’s too young for you, she’ll get bored.”

“Hi handsome,” your bright eyes met his, your perfect figure clad in a t-shirt and jeans, your hair done how he loved, and he smiled. 

“Hi beautiful,” he smiled. Adjectives became names with him. You smiled. “Ready to go?”

“All packed and ready,” you smiled. 

You were moving in. And Aaron was shitting it. 

“How could she ever find you attractive?” “She’s too young for you.” “Jack will hate you when she leaves you.”

He’d been a careful and logistical man his entire life, and all of that, all the walls and things he’d put in place to protect himself had disintegrated when you confessed to him and asked him out. 

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“Hey boss,” you smiled, knocking on his open door. “Can I talk to you?”

He’d smiled and nodded. It was 9pm, much later than you usually stayed ‘til. It had been months of fleeting glances, scorching touches, and mixed signals. Tonight was the night you’d change that. 

“Of course,” he’d offered you a seat and you smiled up at him. He thought you were gorgeous, even after the excessive amount of running you’d all had to do (since the unsub almost got away), and the long three days of no sleep. 

“Can I say something? And if it’s weird, or wrong, or if it makes you uncomfortable please just tell me to shut up and-”

“I’d never tell you to shut up,” Aaron chuckled, god much he liked you was getting pathetic. 

You smiled. “I’d like to go out with you, like on a date,” You swallowed nervously. “Would that be something you’d be interested in?”

Aaron’s entire throat went dry and a million thoughts ran through his head, every single one of them about you.

“She’s joking, there’s no way she’d ever-”

“I’d be very interested,” his lips moved before his brain could even comprehend what he was saying. Every wall, everything that he’d put up to protect himself, it all crumbled to the ground in an instant. You had a knack for making him feel completely raw, completely at your mercy, and he hated to love it.

You smiled. Your beautiful, indescribable smile. “Good,” you were trying to not smile so hard, but it was proving difficult when he was sitting there so prettily, so Aaron. “How about Thursday, since Fridays are you and Jack time? I know this great tapas bar?”

You even knew Fridays didn’t work since they were ‘Jack and Dad night’. Could you be more perfect? “That sounds great.” 

You’d left his office with a smile on your face. He watched you leave and realised he was fucked.

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“Earth to Aaron?” You waved a hand in front of his face. “You alright?”

“I’m alright,” he chuckled. “Don’t worry.”

“Dad’s a crazy old man!” Jack giggled. You both laughed along, but Aaron couldn’t help but feel the sting. He knew it was a joke, he knew this was all irrational, but it still hurt all the same.  

“Jack!’ you scolded playfully. “He’s only 48.”

Jack rolled his eyes and laughed, then got in the car. 

“You’re not crazy to me,” you pressed a quick kiss to his lips and smiled.  “Promise.”

He smiled back, but he was still riddled with anxiety, and he was scared. Aaron hadn’t been scared since Floyd. He was scared because he knew the power you had over him, and he knew you didn’t even know the magnitude of that power. You were his guiding star, his everything. 

“I love you,” He beamed, despite the inner monologue that was tormenting him.

You softened. “I love you too. Ready to go?”

“All ready,” he smiled. 

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The first week, you could tell something was up with Aaron. He was quieter, less physical, and seemingly, work was more interesting than you.

You frowned every time he came home late and left for work early, just wanting a moment or two alone with your fiancé. When you met him at work, it wasn’t much different which, granted, wasn’t unusual. He was averse to pda, especially in the workplace, and  he didn’t much like sharing his personal life with the team unless it was completely necessary. 

But it was getting strange when even on cases where you’d be sharing a hotel room, he’d choose not to have sex, citing that he was too tired.

Now, your sex life was great, he was great. You hadn't gone more than a week without having sex since the first time you did it, which was a month into your relationship. Had you done something to annoy him? You weren’t sure. 

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Living with you was a blessing and a curse. On the one hand, you were always there. On the other hand, you were always there. He dug himself deeper, hating the scars on his body and the way his hair greyed at the roots. He hated the extra fat he’d put on, and decided to work himself harder in the gym. He hadn’t gone in a while, choosing to spend his time with you instead. Why did he feel like this? Aaron Hotchener had always been a smart, logical, confident man. Now? He was scared to be shirtless in front of his own fiancé. It’s not like he didn’t think he was handsome, he knew he was good-looking. Maybe not as good as he did in his prime, but still good-looking. It’s just that you were so… young and so beautiful. You two were so opposites, he was 48 and you were practically fresh out of the academy in his eyes (You were not fresh out of the academy, you’d been working with him for years). When you two went out, people hit on you, and you had to point to him and say that he was your boyfriend. The way the guys looked at him, the younger, more attractive guys, made him feel small. 

Aaron Hotchner did not like feeling small, so he decided to make a change. No sex (unless initiated by you) until he felt confident again. 

When would that be, you may ask? He had no clue. 

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Ok, three weeks with no sex and you were even more worried. But, at least you two had the weekend off since work was quiet and Jack was off to Jessica’s to be with his cousins.

You walked into his office to see him sweaty and clearly more tired than usual. Aaron had been coming home later, not at all interested in wedding planning, and just not mentally in the room with you or Jack in recent weeks. It was worrying you to say the least. Were you losing him? Was he cheating? 

“Hey boss, here’s the reports from me, Jj, Spencer, and Derek,” You handed him the reports from the last cases, and he barely looked up at you. You felt something other than hurt and confusion started to bubble, anger. Why the fuck was he treating you like this? You’d done nothing that you were aware of and anyways, he had no right to not talk to you if he was upset. He’s a grown man, he can talk about his fucking feelings. 

You walked out without another word, deciding that it was time to be angry, not worried. 

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You got home later than usual, deciding to head out to dinner with Penelope after work, and when you got inside you found Aaron on the couch, waiting up for you. 

“Where were you?” He asked through gritted teeth. Oh, now he wanted to talk. 

“Out,” your answer was short, and ambiguous enough to warrant other questions. 

“Where?” he asked again. 

“Bar.”

“Y/n,” his voice was low.  

“With Penelope.”

He sighed and got up, walking over to you. “Why aren’t you talking to me?”

The look of annoyance on your face made him stop in his tracks. 

“Why am I not talking to you?! You’ve been ignoring me for 3 fucking weeks Aaron!” you shot back. “You come home late, you’re never here when you are here, you ignore me at work, you ignore me at home, I’m the one hanging out with Jack on the weekends, not you and we haven’t so much as kissed in three weeks. If you want me to move back out i-if this is too much for you, I can do that, I don’t mind. I’m just so sick of being treated like I don’t exist, like I’m not your fucking fiancé,” your voice got smaller as you went on, realising just how frustrated you were getting with it all. “It’s not fair Aaron.”

Aaron could feel his heart breaking, while his insecurities swallowed him up, he forgot about how it would make you feel and how it would impact your relationship. “Honey I’m-”

“I love you Aaron. I love you so much, and for a while I thought I did something wrong, like really really wrong. Like maybe I overstepped with Jack, or maybe I upset you somehow. And if I’m right, please just tell me. These last few weeks have been torture trying to figure out why you’re mad,” you begged, small tears cascading down your cheeks as emotion overcame you. 

Aaron hadn’t remembered how good it felt to be told he was loved by you. Obviously you said it everyday, but it sometimes becomes ‘just a thing someone says’. But not with you. You said it with your full chest, only to people who meant something. Aaron meant something to you. He realised how he should have remembered that. He should have remembered that you had loved him despite how he looked and acted, that you stood by him during Foyet, not because you were in love with him (not yet anyway) but because you loved him (even if it was just as a friend then). You were the most loving person he’d ever met, and he felt ashamed that he;d ever let his insecurities blind him to the beautiful reality he was living. He was going to marry you. He was living with you. 

What was he thinking?

“I’m so sorry Honey,” he pleaded. “I was worried.”

You stood there dumbfounded. “Worried about what?” You spat. 

“I worried… that I was too old for you… that you’d look at me and think that you’re without,” he admitted. “Jack thinks I’m old, I thought it was only a matter of time before you came to the same conclusion. I’m not as young as you, and I don’t measure up in… well in looks. You’re fucking beautiful and stunning and beside you I’m just… me. Scars and all.” 

You sighed and took his hand. “You’re 48 Aaron, not 77. Alright? Better yet, you’re a hot 48 year old. But you know what’s better than that? You love me. You’re sweet to me, and you treat me well. I feel the love from you everyday. That’s what I give a shit about, that we love each other. Is that not what you care about?” you asked, a hint of insecurity in your voice. 

“Of course I care about that,” he nodded, glad you were letting him touch you. “I was just…”

“Getting your own head about things?” you finished for him and he nodded. “I understand. But in future please just come to me, yeah?”

“I’m sorry I made you cry,” he added, softly cupping your cheek and drying your wet eyes.  “I’m so sorry.”

You cracked a smile, chuckling lightly as you cupped his cheeks. “It’s ok.”

He shook his head. “No, it’s not.”

You chuckled as you pulled him in to kiss you. “It’s alright,” you whispered against his lips. You quickly pulled away realising you had another question to ask. “You’re not cheating on me, right? Like, why have you been coming home so late?”

He chuckled and smiled at you. “No, you’re enough for me to handle.”

“So what have you been doing,” you asked. 

He looked down in embarrassment. “It’s stupid.”

“I want to know,” you pushed, a smile on your face. 

“I’ve been going to the gym,” he admitted, his cheeks heating up. “Don’t laugh.”

You stared at him in shock, then playfully hit him on the chest. “You bitch! We could’ve been going together!” 

He laughed, then pressed his lips to yours again. “We will.” 

“Y’know what else I’ve missed?” you smirked as he pulled your waist into his. 

“What?” he pressed a kiss to your neck. 

“Sex.”

He smirked. “Well, I do have a lot of making up to do, don’t I?”

You nodded, pulling towards the stairs. “Yes you do.”

As you two made it to the top of the stairs, he pressed his lips to yours again. “I love you.”

“Shut up and fuck me Aaron.”

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navigation for my blog :) (criminal minds, obx, the bear, marvel, top gun, the hunger games :)

[heich0e]

"what a surprise to see you here!"

you let out a long, weary sigh in the wake of the unduly jubilant exclamation, letting your bag hit the desk in front of you with a thump.

"i work here, gojo. just like you."

the aforementioned man steps into view around your shoulder, craning down into your face with that same easy grin he always wears—the one you find exhausting just to look at on days like today, because you know it means he plans on tormenting you for an extended period of time.

"and aren't we both so lucky to be here?" he hums, still smiling.

lucky?

you stand before him filthy and aching from the mission you'd just returned from, and with a night's worth of your students' assignments in hand you still need to grade by tomorrow morning. you're tired, and sore, and covered in curse guts and god only knows what else—and this smiling, obnoxious man hovering over you is calling you lucky.

you wish his blindfold was elasticated. if it was, you'd take hold of it, pull it back as far as you could, and let it snap it back over his eyes just to spite him.

"what do you want, gojo?" you don't even have the energy to sound annoyed anymore, the question leaving your lips in a lifeless monotone.

he pauses.

"you look terrible."

your head whips over to look at him again, and you immediately wince—a hand flying up to your neck. you think you must have strained it taking care of that last second grade curse. it hasn't been bothering you as much as the pain in your side, so you've mostly been ignoring it until now.

"gojo, if y—"

"gojo, gojo, gojo," he interrupts you before you can even manage to get the insult you'd been trying to say out. his tone is petulant, a little pout on his lips. "i've told you to call me satoru."

he enunciates each syllable of his name pointedly—like a reprimand.

"and why would I call you that?" you huff, tired of dealing with him. you grab your bag off the desktop, shove the stack of papers you'd come to your classroom to retrieve inside, and turn towards the door.

"because it's my name?" his tone lifts at the end like he's asking a question. "besides, you call sukuna by his name."

he's following along behind you. of course he's following behind you—you don't know why you expected to get away so easily.

"i call sukuna by his name because there's two itadoris now," you reply back, not that you owe him any kind of explanation. your steps are quick in spite of the stabbing pain in your side—literal, not figurative—but unfortunately it takes no effort at all for gojo to match your stride.

gojo groans a little. "how'd a guy that awful end up with such a cute little brother?" he whines, tipping his head back like he's lodging the complaint with a higher power. "my sweet yuuji and him have nothing in common beyond their family name."

you don't bother replying, stepping out from the main school building into the courtyard that leads towards the student dorms and teachers' residences. gojo is still close behind.

you find it ironic that gojo takes such issue with sukuna, a fellow sorcerer and jujutsu tech instructor, when there's no offence sukuna could be accused of that gojo himself is not equally guilty of committing. at least sukuna has the decency to not claim to be, well, decent.

there's something to be said for self-awareness.

"are you planning on following me the entire way home?" you ask him, irritation heavy in your voice.

"hey, i live there too, y'know," gojo counters.

barely, you can't help but think. gojo very rarely stays in his residence on campus. you're not sure where he spends all his time, whether it be a place off campus or even the gojo family compound, but you know it isn't here.

not that you particularly care.

"are geto and shoko busy tonight or something?" you ask again.

"suguru's away for a mission," gojo answers, seemingly not put off at all by the hostility in your tone. "shoko should be in her office, though."

you roll your eyes at his obvious evasion of your implication.

you freeze when you feel a hand touch your waist. the hand holding your bag goes limp at your side.

satoru is standing right behind you.

"your rib's broken."

it's quiet for a moment, but when you turn around, he's not smiling anymore and he's got his blindfold tugged down by one crooked finger. his eyes—the ones you so rarely see, the ones that make you feel equal parts awestruck and reviled—are on you.

"since shoko's in her office, you should go see her about it."

in one smooth motion, he covers his eyes again.

your teeth clench, your jaw tensing.

the next words you speak are barely audible through the barrier of your bite.

"what was that?" he asks, leaning forward in your space again.

you consider not repeating yourself, but all at once your resolve abandons you. you sigh, hanging your head and then you purse your lips in defeat.

"i c... i can't walk any further."

gojo laughs.

"i'm surprised you made it this far," he says, that bright smile of his back in place.

and so, a few minutes later, you find yourself with your arms wrapped around his neck and your legs around his waist as gojo carries you towards shoko's office in the infirmary.

"you're lucky i found you when i did, you know."

lucky. there he goes with that again.

you snort mirthlessly.

"and all you have to do to repay me is say 'thank you satoru!'" he exclaims, his voice rising an octave in what you can only assume is an offensive imitation of what you sound like to him.

"i'm not saying that," you mutter dourly, your grip on his neck tightening—though not enough to actually satisfy your desire to wring his neck.

"so stubborn," he tuts, but there's no real admonishment in his tone.

"i wouldn't call sukuna by his name if i didn't have to. but there's two itadoris, it just makes sense." you say after a while, the infirmary nearly in sight. you're grateful you're so close to relief, because the ache in your rib is so acute now that you're starting to feel lightheaded. you lean in closer to gojo's back as he carries you, letting him bear your weight a bit more. "there's only one gojo."

a breathy chuckle slips from his lips—so gentle it sounds almost involuntary. "only one gojo, huh?" he repeats your words, almost like he's mulling them over.

you hum affirmatively, letting your chin hook over his shoulder as he turns the final corner towards shoko's office. your eyes flutter closed. "yeah, lucky for me."

[pyromaniacbibliophile]

musings of a cynic (A poem to enjolras)

It’s like loving a storm with you

I am no poet, no writer.

All i have for my sins are fumbled paintings and quick words

And you

Though some days i think you are a torment

The forbidden fruit, though i am no eve

Instead tantalus, a hair’s breadth from food and drink yet it is denied to him

You fly too high, my icarus

You inspire them

Always at the head of an army

Your eyes bright with power

I can’t help but fall for you

It is almost easy now, to taunt you into rage just because i cannot bear to have your kindness

Pity doesn’t work well on you, apollo, you should be tense and burning with passion and rage

Flaying satyrs with your gaze

Us mortals should quail under your wrath 

You are a god and should be worshipped as they once were

Lauded like Theseus, your words create athenian rebellions against cruel authority

You entrance and ensnare all with your speeches, cleverer than wily Odysseus

Your beauty would drive even the gods to wild love as if Ganymede

Perhaps I am Echo, cursed to trail behind her Narcissus repeating his words in fake intelligence

If I was in the stories I would be Eurydice, Persephone, Patroclus, Pollux

My name only used as a sequel to yours as you stand alone but I fade into shadow without you

I used as nothing but your contrast, a mirror to enhance your power

Not that i care for that is all i am in truth

It is presumptive and sinful for me to even think of you in such a way

For gods never lower themselves to human beds

I will continue saying nothing and content myself by stealing glances and bathing in your fury

One day if you permit me i will die for you Apollo

I would in truth do anything for you 

For just one moment of your attention

Some would try to be near you for you, like a flame, bathe others in your light

Yet i only wish for you, even if i get burned it is nothing more than what is right

I will never leave unless you tell me to

I will live here at the edge of your view

It’s not like you could ever care

I don’t know why anyone would want to

It’s in all the tales

When you care you get hurt

I am already hurt

But you could shatter me into a thousand pieces like a mirror

And I would let you 

I don’t know how to tell you

Maybe i won’t

But everything is changing so fast now

You call me ‘good-for-nothing’ as you plan your barricade

I know you think i'll go, leave, abandon them and you

But surely you can see I would follow you to Hades and back my Apollo

Maybe I don’t fight for your cause but I fight for you

‘Permets-tu?’

Je demande, en te tenant la main

Même maintenant, je demande ta permission

Me permettras-tu de mourir avec toi

Seulement si tu le permets

‘Permets-tu, Enjolras?’

[fawnforgold]

| Better Than None |

Pairing: Yae Miko x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Smut, Fem!Reader, Afab!Reader, Reader and Yae are both sapphic, Oral Sex, Teasing, Yae Miko mocks you at times, She/Her Pronouns for Yae Miko, No pronouns for Reader, Reader is called “Princess”, Crying (Reader), Reader is mentioned to have breasts, Aftercare, Gets sappy towards the end im sorry, op sucks at endings so i’m sorry if it’s ass, 1.2k words. 

Summary: Uhmm this is just a drabble (well it was supposed to be) of Yae Miko and fem reader making love, but i got kinda carried away. This isn’t my best work, buuuuut it was fun to do a little writing exercise regardless, and I figured I’d share it because well.. Why not lmao.

A/n: Yae Miko has had me in a chokehold as of recently </3

Tags: @suyacho @tighnarly @neuvillettes @themovingcastlez

Yae took the pointed part of her nail and dragged it along your body, from your breasts to your shaky knees. You looked up at her eagerly, nervous for what she had planned for you next. There was a glint in her eyes when she looked at you, it was as if she was going to sink her teeth into you at any given second, but instead she sat patiently. Dragging her nails up and down your body until you started to squirm and whimper underneath her longing touch. 

“So impatient.” She whispered mockingly.  

You knew she was teasing you, seeing how far she could take this until you inevitably cracked under the pressure, but you still couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together at the sound of her voice. She always did have such a pleasant voice. You looked up at her and pleaded, looking deep into her glowing eyes.

“Please, Miko. Please.” You begged. 

Miko took a moment to think before agreeing with a grin. She adjusted her placement so that she was positioned right between your legs, which she had spread nice and wide. With your legs apart she could see in perfect view the way your pussy glistened from all the precum. Not only was your body now fully exposed for her viewing pleasure, but she also took note of how flustered you looked. Wearing an expression of shame and embarrassment you looked away, hoping to all the archons that she wouldn’t tease you now of all times, but unfortunately your prayers went unanswered.

“Aww, is my princess embarrassed?” She mocked in a cold and dark tone. 

Before you could answer her (rhetorical) question she had made the point to lean down and lick your pussy up in one long stripe. Immediately you froze and shivered due to the abrupt pleasure, and then you remained still aside from the obvious quivering. Your hands gripped the sheets and you held your tongue as the many curses known to you threatened to burst past your lips. You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt her moan against your pussy, licking it up once again in an attempt to both pleasure and torment you.

You writhed underneath her touch, so much so, that she took both her hands and pinned your thighs against the ground so she’d have better control of you. Without even realizing it you had ultimately rescinded total control to her. Allowing Miko to do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted to do it. Usually this thought would make you nervous and maybe even a little on edge, but when it came to Miko, you’d do anything to give her that control. You weren’t one to do that sort of thing, but there was something about her that made you want to give everything up all in her name.

Maybe it was toxic how tightly she had you wrapped around her finger, but maybe… maybe you simply didn’t care. How could you? She was like a God you so desperately needed to worship. Not wanted, needed to. How would she be anything but heavenly when she could make you see all the stars in the sky with just the touch of her tongue. She was divine in every single way, so of course you grew accustomed to only seeing her as such. 

Suddenly, your empty head was shocked awake by the feeling of her fingers pressing up against your sweet spot. You gasped and arched your back from the intrusive sensation. It was pleasant in a way you’d simply never felt before, and when she looked up to see your lips parted in an O shape, and your eyes squeezed shut with tears trailing down your face, she couldn’t help but grin in satisfaction.

She already knew she had this effect on you, but seeing it in action was always such a sweet gift. Every gasp and moan you breathed into the air became fuel for Yae’s torment upon you. It encouraged her to go further, do more and do it better. Sure, you’d had these things done to you before, but there was something about her handiwork that was the equivalent of eating the forbidden fruit. You know you shouldn’t, but you just couldn’t help yourself. Not when she touched you like she did. Not with how deeply she loved you. 

“I’m..I’m!” You started to yell out, but Yae Miko shushed you. Reassuring you that all would be well and that you need not hurt yourself to express your needs to her, for she already knew what you were about to say.

“Shhh, I know, I know.” She reassured you, stroking your cheek gently. 

Just then you felt an extraordinary feeling pass through you, electrifying all your mortal senses as you came onto her fingers. You didn’t say a single thing, only gasped for air as your hands traveled your body from the extreme ecstasy you felt. It was a feeling like none other, a feeling only Miko could give you. No man had ever made you feel this way before, and perhaps no woman either. That’s the thing about your girlfriend, she knew just where to touch you, when to do it, and how to do it, as well.. 

As you took a few moments to calm yourself, Yae Miko scooped you up in her arms and cradled you close to her chest. She was warm and comforting, almost motherly. She shushed you and rocked you in her arms, stroking your tear stained cheek as you cried yourself into exhaustion. It wasn’t long before your cries subsided and you turned to her with a small smile.. An expression that said “Thank You” was written all over your face. Yae Miko nuzzled her head against yours and held onto your naked form for however long you needed, even if that meant holding you through the night, she would gladly do it. 

She couldn’t remember the last time she really had to hold you as tight and close as she did tonight, but one thing was for sure. S he’d never been closer to you than she had that night. Even as your crying died down, you clung to her like a vines on an old house. Forever stuck to something so beautiful, taking ownership to something you refused to give up on. You two were so different, and maybe even a little unconventional, but you couldn’t think of a life without her. In all fairness, you didn’t really remember your life before her to begin with.

And before Miko coaxed you into the bathtub, urging you to bathe, she watched you with focused and careful eyes. Gazing at what would be her new past, present, and future. The thought may have scared her in the past, but now it brought her nothing but relief and maybe the occasional anxiety.

[macaquesnonexitentwife]

How would Wally aus react to a Sun s/o from solarballs???

Tw: Cursing, name calling, Y/N being Bipolar? Idk.

Note: Now I think that Y/N will be called sun as a middle name or nickname idk, but your still the MC.

Also, I do not own any of the Wally's I just wanted to write headcanons nowadays as I'm still a Welcome Home weeb.

Wally Darling 🍎

•I honestly feel like he may be confused by your sudden change of attitude, one second your happy, next second your mad?

•He will laugh at your jokes, or just not laugh at them, he thinks you and Barnaby get along very well.

"Wally why do you think people want me to take autographs!?"

"I don't know neighbor, why?"

"Because I'm a star HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!"

"Ha..ha..ha...help..."

•He thinks you and Sally are related as you both are almost the same, Sally shines bright like the sun and so do you, but the only difference between you and Sally is that one is dramatic and one is a lunatic.

•I can see you throwing solar flares around, sometimes hitting home with them, Wally would be cautious with it, you almost burned his hair one time.

•Wally has a full ass list on how to not make you angry, because let's say, Wally accidentally poured a bit of paint over your perfect white shoes, and let's say, that he was surprised to see how red you got, he was traumatized, he dosent want to make you mad ever again.

•Feelings for you??? Hahaha you must be crazy for thinking he will like a crazy puppet like you...

•But fr, he did gain some feelings for you, especially when you stick around with him most of the time.

•In winter I'm sure he would be happily clinging onto you, I mean who could not? You were so warm, you were just as warm as the sun.

•I think Julie may be helping wally trying to get you and him get on a date.

Opposite Wally 🍏

•This bitch will be annoyed by you, you are so loud, obnoxious, and annoying, this hoe probably hates your entire living being.

•He will trash talk your jokes, he dosent care if your mad at him...

•He changed his mind after you began shooting solar flares around

"God you're so annoying, your jokes are trash, your a emotional freak, and you are sooo clingy!"

"... I am WHAT!?"

"You heard me! Your're so annoying Barnaby makes better jokes than you!"

"Did you just call me CLINGY!? I AM HELIOS RAW APOLLOW, YOU DARE MARK MY NAME WALLY!? REPENT!!!"

•Bro almost shit his pants as he saw you throw solar flares around, everyone in the neighborhood was hiding inside their house to prevent your wrath, Opposite had made it home in time.

•I'm 100% sure that he will do his best to not make you angry again.

•Now is he crushing on you? Of course a -00000000000.1% he is crushing on you.

•This man is afraid to be alone with you after what he witnessed the last few days.

•He will tolerate you in the future, probably will fall head over heels for you or who knows?

•You torment him in his dreams.

RF WALLY/WALDEN 🌈

•I think he would rather be amused by you?

•I'm sure he would also be annoyed by your constant jokes, but after seeing your papers, I'm sure he has listen on not making you laugh.

•He has seen you sneeze and accidentally burn someone with your solar flares.

•He wants to experiment on you, he wants to see of you have anything related to the Sun, because fr your middle name is Sun.

(IMA TORMENT YA HOES)

•The possibility that he may fall for you is very low, as well you falling for him, as you have eyes for a certain someone called Mercury, he's one of the employees around the factory, you always stick to that man like gum.

•But mercury probably dies and so there may be a high chance Walden gains feelings for you and you for him.

•Walden thinks you're a lunatic person as you laugh at everything and get mad at anything.

LOVESICK WALLY 💕

•This bitch does not care, he loves you, he loves you and he loves you.

•He thinks your jokes are like music to his ears, well he doaent care but still he won't complain as he loves hearing your voice.

•Man will cling on you like a koala because you are so warm.

•He will never do anything to make you mad, he lives you so much to do so.

•He has seen you throw solar flares at home, maybe because home dosent let you inside, but you don't care and take risk.

•You are mostly toxic, but not that toxic, you don't beat up LS but you do threaten him, if he dosent laugh at your jokes that is.

•You once sent a solar flares towards wally, burned his hand, but he forgives yo,u how come he not forgive his ray of sunshine?

•After seeing what your capable of he puts a mussel on your mouth to prevent you from throwing solar flares, he lives you so much.

"I wonder how it would be if we get married, i wonder how our future kids would look like"

"MBMMHNMHHMHMMHMH!!!'

REBOOT WALLY

•I think for him meeting you, you would have to be a new background character.

•I'm sure Reboot would be the last to meet you.

•He thinks your jokes are somewhat ok? But he sometimes gets annoyed when you don't let him talk and you just keep joking.

•He once made you mad, so you threw solar flares at him and almost burnt his hair, I'm sure he wouldn't dare do the same mistake again.

•He loves you 100% but his heart breaks when he sees you hanging out with another male puppet named Mercury...

•But he soon learns that Mercury is already dating someone(Ahem venus...)

•And he is happy that you're still available

•You are hsi knight 8n shining armor, for throwing a solar flares at his obsessive Fangirl Monday.

ANYWAYS THIS ENDS HERE HOES SORRY IF NONE OF IT MADE SENSE, ILL PROBABLY DO A PART 2 I ALSO DO REQUEST!!!!!

[majestativa]

Your blog is a treasure. Can you recommend your all-time favorite poets or collections?

Some poetry tends to get a bad wrap, but the quotes you share are typically soul-stirring. What separates the heights from the so-so to you? Authenticity? Imagery?

Thank you endlessly, love.

When I imagine a life without poetry, I suffocate. I choose to live this way, surrounding myself with the finest written words so as to momentarily forget this wastelandish state of existence or deeply ponder on the nature of human sensibility.

I only select what electrifies my soul. I need meaning to “function,” so I dig for it in places that are often unknown & less exposed.

Here are 20 distinguished ladies & gentlemen that helped me grow as a human being:

Juana de Ibarbourou: Umbral. One of my favorite muses along with Dora Maar & Kiki de Montparnasse. Her cursed sensuality, her aura, her platinum bones, her sorcerous wounds; everything about her is regal.

Florbela Espanca: My beloved. A masterpiece of a woman.

Nazik Al-Malaika: I stumbled upon her verses when I was a child. I fell in love with her name. Nazik means ‘delicate’ whereas Al Malaika refers to ‘Angels.’ We crossed paths several years later, and by inhaling her mourning, I was reborn full of light.

Edith Södergran: Who can paint the face of tragedy and starvation with blooming roses and glittering blood but a dreamy Cinderella who carries Medusa’s heart?

Forough Farrokhzad: Reading her is like being caressed by God. Her audacity to live is contagious.

Joyce Mansour: Half a sorceress, half a banshee. Behind her volcanic writings hides an eternally wounded child.

Hilda Hilszt: She x-rays people’s souls with the dexterity of a madwoman.

Ingeborg Bachmann: An angel with rough femininity, caught in the storm of Celan’s roses.

Gioconda Belli: When eroticism meets refinement. A soft Lilith; a fierce Eve.

Anna Akhmatova: “Gabriel or Mephistopheles? The Demon himself with Tamara’s smile.” Writing is indeed prophetic. She’s at once Tamara, Gabriel & Mephistopheles.

~

Hafez of Shiraz: The man who introduced me to mysticism. One of my personal archangels of poetry.

Rainer Maria Rilke: When genius meets simplicity. Eros incarnate.

Vladimir Mayakovsky: He’s the twin-soul of my soul. Discovering him in 2012 was the best thing that happened to me that year.

Arseny Tarkovsky: We both burn at the feast and still don’t know why we broke ourselves.

Henri Barbusse: He made me weep when I least expected it.

Maurice Rollinat: My eternally haunted dark Romantic. (If Poe & Baudelaire had a wild child.)

Rubén Dario: A majestic regal encyclopedic entity. He's surreal. ♥

Vicente Aleixandre: His book “Longing for the Light” was a revelation to me.

Edmond Jabès: An equally tormented complex soul. A magician of words.

Yone Noguchi: “Oh Lord, is it the reflection of my heart on fire? Is it, my Lord, the rain carrying tragedy from the Heavens?” What else can I say? ♥

Honorable mentions: Simin Behbahani, Liliana Ursu, Joumana Haddad, Georgina Herrera, Valzhyna Mort, Olga Broumas, Francesca Lia Block, Guadalupe Amor, Charles Baudelaire, Fernando Pessoa, Badr Shakir al-Sayyab, Mihai Eminescu, Miguel Hernandez, Sohrab Sepehri, Novalis, Augusto dos Anjos, Friedrich Hölderlin, César Vallejo, Sully Prudhomme & the entire Surrealist gang.

Concerning my poetry books’ recommendations, I’d like to know your themes of interest. I’ll pick them accordingly.

Much love. ♥

[crossdressingdeath]

Sally Flymm: I'm here. But I can't speak. I can't act. I'm trapped. Kyvir: Why would Enver do this to you? Sally Flymm: He said he wanted to make us 'powerless'. Sally Flymm: Still bitter after all these years. But we did what was best for him - for all of us. Sally Flymm: We had debts. World-ending debts, trying to keep this cursed shop afloat. Dangerous lenders who said they'd bury us all if we didn't pay. Sally Flymm: Then, a warlock offered us a pretty penny for Enver's service. He was a smart boy - too smart. It was give him up - and all of us live - or refuse, and die. Sally Flymm: What choice did we have? Kyvir: You had every choice. You sold your son to a warlock - that's unforgivable. Sally Flymm: We got good coin for him. Closed our debts, and all of us kept our lives - Enver included. Sally Flymm: You may disagree. Enver did. But we don't deserve this - this torment. You're the first person who's heard the real me in months. Kyvir: You deserve what you got - and more. Sally Flymm: Maybe. Maybe not. It's for the gods to judge me - not my wicked son. And not you. Kyvir: Why would I help you after what you did to your own son? Sally Flymm: My son! You've seen what he's like. Same now as when he was a boy. Hateful little wretch. Sally Flymm: If you were me, you'd've sent him away too. Believe you me.

I wonder if Sally would've taken a different approach if she'd known she was talking to one of her horrible son's "nearest and dearest". Sure, Kyvir doesn't necessarily remember being Enver's friend ("""friend"""), but that's not the point! He's been going off of vibes since he woke up on the nautiloid anyway. Kyvir's current opinion of Gortash is basically "He called me his favourite <3" because Kyvir has Issues. Also I love how you can actually call him Enver instead of Gortash here, it's probably just because you're talking to his mother who's also calling him Enver but I've fully accepted the headcanon I've seen around that Durge was basically the only one allowed to call Gortash by his first name and so this is delightful to me.

Anyway, though. Imagine actually saying "Yeah, sure, we literally sold our son to this random warlock who happened to come through in order to pay off our debts and have been insisting we didn't do anything wrong ever since, but why would our son be bitter enough to want to punish us for it after all these years?" and expecting people to side with you just because your son also sucks as a person. Gortash is generally horrible but in this he is fully justified! Yes, absolutely, tadpole your shitty parents and dance them around like puppets who just talk about how great you are! A well-deserved tadpoling! But I do feel for Gortash here. Like... he's a shitty person trying to take over the world and he has to be stopped, but also you do feel bad for the child who got sold to a passing warlock by his own parents, who then insisted that it was right to do that. BG3 has so many characters who've been through absolute hell and then went on to do terrible things, the themes of the cycle of abuse are very very good.

[quitealotofsodapop]

Thinking about a scenario where the Ink Demon/Ink MK/Curse the gang encounters in S4 accidentally forms an outer conscieness.

I feel like it gains sentience partially from MK refering to the Curse as a being separate from the Scroll - and not solely as a tool created to torment it's prisoners. Almost like a magic artifical intelligence.

I could see MK finding a way to contact the demon, mostly to gain greater insight on things he's mentally avoiding. Like by writing with an enchanted ink set, or with the ink left behind by the Curse's rampage.

MK, putting ink brush to paper: "Hi?" *The ink begins to blob and shape itself into words* Ink Curse, as writing on the paper: "You could have just used a pen, idiot." MK, excitedly writing back: "It's you!!" Ink Curse: "Why do you seem excited? Are you a glutton for punishment?" MK: "So, I know your whole thing is to pick people apart mentally, right?" Ink Curse: "Yes. I was spawned from the ink used to detail the crimes of those written into the scroll of memory. It is my purpose. Like how you were made for-" MK, writing over the response: "Yeah yeah chaos and destruction and stuff I know that part. But like, when I got home... I started thinking about the other stuff and... you seem pretty good at voicing thing people don't want to know about themselves. It almost feels I dunno... catartic almost? (is that how you spell it)? Ink Curse: "It is spelt Cathartic. And If you take any comfort in what I did, then I have failed my purpose. Or you are hopelessly dense." MK: "But thats the thing! I didn't feel comfortable! You dragged me out of my comfort zone and made me think about junk. It's actually helping me a little in coming to terms with... what I am." Ink Curse: *doesn't respond for some time* "You are strange." MK: "I mean, I guess. I'm writing to a demonic ink curse instead of going to an actual therapist. Hope to talk to you again soon Mozhi*!" Newly dubbed "Mozhi": "Excuse me?"

*"Mozhi/Mòzhī/墨汁" - meaning "squid ink" or the ink used in traditional chinese calligraphy.

And since putting a name to something gives its power, "Mozhi" begins to manifest beyond ink and paper. Ink stains and monkey handprints litter the apartment. The magnets on MK's fridge start rearranging into swear words. The menu at Pigsy's shuffles to critique minor flaws in the kitchen. Mei starts recieving scathing texts from an unlisted number. The tv starts glitching in the viewer's insecurities.

Eventually the gang break down MK's door to figure out wtf is going on, only to see an Ink!MK physically pull itself into the 3d world from the Cursed ink. Everyone starts screaming.

Macaque, laughing: "Oh my gods, I know what happened here - I've heard of it happening before in shadow demons. MK gave the ink Curse a name and that gave it power to, quote a little puppet made of pine; become a real boy." Ink Curse/Mozhi, stumbling like a newborn fawn: "Why is my body being pulled down?" Wukong: "It's called gravity, spot. You get used to it." Ink Curse/Mozhi: "You are actively floating." Wukong: "Yeah, doesn't mean I have to like gravity."

In his "physical" form, Mozhi looks like monkey!MK with inky black fur and colder toned skin - his facial marking a smeared grey color with a distinct heart-shaped outline. He reduces to his inky form when physically damaged or when he wants to "hop into" a book or artwork. Dislikes sunlight/heat, it dries him out.

And because he is no longer within MK's head/the scroll, he's a lot less all-knowing. He is however scarily perceptive of others thoughts and fears, and loudly narrates his opinions on things.

Red Son: "Is that a sentient ink curse?" Mozhi, mockingly: "Is that an emotionally-constipated daddy's boy who almost destroyed the world with a toddler temper tantrum, and still refuses to admit that he's more morally righteous than he lets on?" :3 Red Son, flames up: "Oh its on, you glorified Rorshace test!" MK: *sprays water bottle at them* "Down! Both of you! Mozhi, I said no commentating on people's inner thoughts!" Mozhi: "If y'all actually went to theraphy, then there would be nothing for me to talk about."

This also makes Mozhi the best person to roast somebody when the others are too busy/emotional to do so on their own. And since he mirrors the power of the person he's roasting, it gives him Jester's Immunity to damage from angry Celestials.

The Jade Emperor: "Why is there a loose ink demon in my throne room?" Mozhi, giggling manically as he morphs into an ink!Emperor: "Hahahahahaha~ wow. Ruler of all beings, mortal and divine. And you can't even recognise yourself. Disappointing really. Then again, can't expect much from a glorified intern that was gifted the throne and hasn't done much else since." *Vicious Mockery continues for many hours*

Mozhi is however... kinda bad at admiting and recognizing his own feelings? He's never had any before that weren't projections of others. Is this what true sadness feels like, or does he just need to get some sleep? Can come off as cold, even when trying to be geniune. He's just not used to having emotions or empathy yet.

Enjoys fictional works that dive into the concepts of meta-fiction and medium awareness, ex; Deadpool, Bandersnatch, and Doki Doki Literature Club.

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

Hi, it's controversial opinion anon... thank you for answering my ask and thank you to everyone in the comments as well for trying to make sense of everything! I took a step back after reading through the responses and went like "yeah why even talk about this, it's just confusing everyone and helping no one and I'm personally insecure about this too (which is why I'm on anon) and maybe Tumblr isn't the best place to discuss something like neurodivergence/mental illness x spiritual realm in-depth".

And then I saw the following art just casually appear on my dash - it's a religiously connotated dark figure with red eyes, originally from an artist who says it's based on an experience with schizophrenia. Just...like that. Normalized. Completely normal. I'm sure they're a random, wonderful human being who just enjoy making awesome stuff on Tumblr. Still I went like NOPE.

https://www.tumblr.com/comikbook/762444161315160064/buy-liz-a-coffee-ko-ficomlizpenceart

Like, you can't rule it out. You can't say it's not related, imo. People are tormented by spirits and are calling it clinically depressed, having hallucinations, having hormone imbalances or whatever.

@/marietheran wondered in the previous replies what kind of definition I have of the spirit vs. the mind. Well, to me, only two spirits exist: The Holy Spirit and worldly spirits. There is no inbetween. The human mind decides on a daily basis by which one of them it wants to rule/be ruled. And based on that, humans get blessed or cursed. It's very black-and-white, I know, but that's God vs. the devil for you. Under man's free will, this stuff mingles. Gets gray. Neutral. Obscured. Normal. Normalized. Luke-warm. Almost like a lie. Jesus defeated this stuff, yet we are plagued by such things. It's a fallen world. But I say we still accept wayyyyy too much of this shit to rule our lives instead of throwing it out by Jesus' name.

Now to tread carefully and respond to your own comments.

'what the hell xD you're telling me the fact that I'm autistic is demon possession?'

I don't know you. Or your life. I don't want to insult or scare you, and since - like I said - I have no trustworthy knowledge of the spiritual dimension myself, I just can't know what is or isn't and I won't assume. What I do know is that it's the result of a curse, since it inevitably brings you some blessings (making you who you are), but the downsides are just so so so not worth it. You deserve a better identity, a way of loving yourself that doesn't want to end you. You deserve abundant life, not the thief who comes to kill, steal, and destroy trying to take your life.

If you think the language (oh no! I said curse!) is too strong, see how in Maleachi 3:9 God says that the people are under a curse for not tithing. Zechariah 5:3 says that the people are cursed for stealing and swearing falsely, and it has real consequences like "being banished from the land". "And my curse will remain in that house and completely destroy it." (Verse 4). Curses are everywhere where sin is, even "small" or "socially acceptable" sins are destructive. God will destroy an entire house for "just" stealing...!! Stealing doesn't sound that bad, but the consequences ARE that bad!!

'>could be an ancestor's sin I swear there's a verse to combat that.'

Yep, there is, but look at its development.

Exodus 34:7 says "I lay the sins of the parents upon their children & grandchildren [...] til the third and fourth generations."

Then Jeremiah 31:29 says "the people will no longer quote this proverb: The parents have eaten sour grapes, but their children's mouths pucker at the taste."

Ezekiel 18 (whole chapter): "Why do you still quote this proverb? [...] You will not quote this proverb anymore in Israel. [Only] The person who sins is the one who will die."

Then you have the last supper, where Jesus passes around a cup of wine to his disciples in remembrance of his sacrifice -> drinking the cup/spilling his blood for us.

And finally, John 19:30 says "When Jesus had received the sour wine, he said "It is finished". And bowing his head, he yielded up his spirit."

ISN'T THIS AMAZING???? Jesus drank the bitter cup of generational curses for us!!!! He said "It is finished!" !!!!!! Then why are we still suffering?????????

Somehow - and I am treading carefully here, since I DO believe in the finished work of Jesus Christ - there seems to be the need to actively renounce such curses in the present even though everything has already been paid for. We are still supposed to take the last supper in the present as well, aren't we? It wasn't a one-time thing. Idk it seems to be a lifestyle thing. We are still called to behave according to God's will even though every and any trespass has been forgiven. We're still supposed to act like God's children and abide by his laws in our daily lives. So - somehow - and this is the bit that confuses me as well - curses, too, still need breaking today.

How? Maaaaaaan do I look like I know how? Jesus' name. Idk.

How does this not spin us back into a vicious Old-Testament cycle of "do bad or do good and reap the consequences" instead of resting in the amazing grace of Jesus' work on the cross? I don't know.

The thought of a daily battle can be burdening. That's at least what it does to me. How do I not constantly curse myself and my children with my bad behavior, which is, alas, still here?

How do I cure my family from curses that came into effect three or four generations ago, which I might not even know about?

The best approaches I currently have are these: A friend (from those charismatic evangelicals I've talked about) said that once you've been set free, you don't really desire to return to a sinful lifestyle. So the need to break bad stuff of someone again becomes a lot less.

Another thing could be that Idk, Jesus sets someone free from a smoking addiction in an instant, so that they don't desire it anymore, but that person still needs to break their daily habits (buying cigarettes, carrying a lighter, taking smoking breaks, associating with smokers) themselves. They need to go actively walk in their freedom.

There is something about this. There is something to this. To break the above mentioned curse from a house, you apparently need a stronger man to throw him out and to continuously be on guard (Luke 11:21-28). Let's learn how to throw the murdering thief out of our houses, out of our minds and bodies, which are God's temples.

I want to crack the principles that dictate the spiritual realm without fearmongering that we could return to a Old-Testament way of thinking. We haven't earned grace, we are set free by Jesus' mercy. But then somehow we have to fight to go take (and keep!) the benefits as well.

I don't get it myself, I want to be very open about that. But I wanted to plant it in your awareness. As a thought to maybe pursue. There is nothing I want more for you than to find relief from your situation as well. I'm done talking now. :)

People are tormented by spirits and are calling it clinically depressed, having hallucinations, having hormone imbalances or whatever.

Why do you say it's spirits?

What I do know is that it's the result of a curse, since it inevitably brings you some blessings (making you who you are), but the downsides are just so so so not worth it. You deserve a better identity, a way of loving yourself that doesn't want to end you. You deserve abundant life, not the thief who comes to kill, steal, and destroy trying to take your life.

The fact that I'm autistic has nothing to do with the fact that I want to kill myself. I think your generalisation of autism as a Curse is... problematic. It's a disorder, sure. It's disabling, to a greater or lesser extent. Many people can be happy with it, though.

ISN'T THIS AMAZING???? Jesus drank the bitter cup of generational curses for us!!!! He said "It is finished!" !!!!!! Then why are we still suffering?????????

Sin, honey. The reason we're still suffering is sin and living in a fallen world. The world is still fallen even though Christ came. "To live is Christ and to die is gain."

The best approaches I currently have are these: A friend (from those charismatic evangelicals I've talked about) said that once you've been set free, you don't really desire to return to a sinful lifestyle.

Mmmm I'm hesitant to agree with this because of the power of addictions.

I don't get it myself, I want to be very open about that. But I wanted to plant it in your awareness. As a thought to maybe pursue. There is nothing I want more for you than to find relief from your situation as well. I'm done talking now. :)

Feel free to come back into my inbox and ramble more, but I really do think this conversation is best served by you - idk, making a sideblog - and having a conversation rather than sending essays into my inbox. To be clear, I don't mind that at all. I just think it would be more productive to discuss in a more conversation manner than slabs of text like this - also easier to find the rest of the conversation.

tagging @marietheran bc mentioned

[no-gram]

ACT1 Bizarre Poems

Hey, you. You know, don't you? Outside of this dream system of ours. A character that doesn't exist. A curse. A little tea party. This is a kind of boundary that is about to break.

Thinking back, it might have been the same at that time.

In the middle of the night My heart pauses for a moment That's when I have scary dreams.

There is a wall between me and those girls. I'm not talking about distance. There is a literal wall. I've been here so long, it feels like I've been here since birth, but I still clearly remember being brought here by her. Today I dream again that tomorrow I will be killed.

One day, there was a crack in this wall. Another day, the crack got bigger. I don't know what is beyond this crack, because there is only a mercury lamp here. But I can see the glittering neon lights on the other side. Maybe it's heaven on the other side.

When you want to kill one person When you want to kill someone You're the only one? and you come to me

the sound of something cracking in my head. 　I wish I could go on and on and on and on and on and on …… and …… the sound of me laughing

'ohohohohohohohohoho' 'yihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihi' “hahahahahahahahahahaha” “huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh.” Rattle, rattle, rattle, rattle, rattle, rattle, rattle, rattle. Rumble-rattle-rattle-rattle. Rumble, rattle, rattle, rattle, rattle. Serves you right

From the corner of the blue sky “from the corner of the blue sky “who's staring at me and wondering what I'm doing. You did it with flair. I would have died otherwise. What are you going to do now? I'm gonna kill all the xxx except you. I'm not gonna stop you. I'm not a admin. What are you going to do with this? Let's get her in there. I won't help you. She's not that bad. She's the one who locked me in there, and more importantly, she won't have it herself. She deserves at least a parting gift. I see.

Why didn't you say so earlier? Because it wants you to be whole. I can't go against that. Then I've done the worst thing I could ever do to them. Not really. I'm just optimizing it over and over again. What about you, what do you do? I'll just optimize. If it brings you peace. Well, I guess this is goodbye. Maybe we'll see each other again soon. We are not the cause of this ＿＿＿＿ hatred, and there is no one here to hate. “Happy birthday to you, even though it's not what I expected at all.”

Oh. What a horrible torment. This beautiful, delightful island is now a skunky hell. Oh, God. Oh, God. Why don't you just kill us both at once? …………

…… everything is a fetus's dream. …… that little girl's scream… …… this dark ceiling… …the sunlight on that window………No…no………Everything that happens today is like that……… ……I'm still in my mother's womb. I'm suffering from algae scratchings from this horrible “fetal dream”. ……

……How about it……Do you remember……your name…… ……huh Still don't get it……? ……. AHAHAHAHAHAHA. That's because you still stuck in the habit of thinking with my brain's marrow.

The real prelude went something like this, and the next time I woke up, I knew what I had to do. The number of precious things lost will crack, and the idol will be broken. I don't want that anymore. Even if no one understands me, I won't make a mistake next time.

So, so please… don't make a mistake. We have done nothing wrong. No one has made a mistake yet. The hatred that needs to be directed is in your world.

The one-winged angel, the one who doesn't want to be saved, the one who was burned by her fallen love, the one who tormented me, they were not wrong. There must be a way.

A revisionist and monstrous work, based on a quote from a monster who speaks the name of a certain dream and an afterimage from a bygone era.

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[designing-frantically]

Okay but you don't understand, this BG3 epilogue party is KILLING me. Can't sleep, can only continue thinking about this party. Namely in regards to Astarion and Gale.

MAJOR EPILOGUE SPOILERS AHEAD

Thought 1: I've been to the party having romanced Astarion and got the little bit from living in the underdark with the other spawn and the bit of the narrator telling you how the night before he says the past six months of happiness have weighed equally against his 200 years of torment (ugh my heart). But that's not what wrecked me. What DESTROYED me was the party from a different run where I did not romance him..... This man talks about how when he ran from the sun he felt so ashamed that his lowest day of running back to the dark was our biggest day of victory. He then recounts how he has learned to not see the dark as a curse but a part of himself and has found a way to be happy and a bit of a hero (in his own twisted way). Seeing him find happiness for himself almost feels like a better ending for him than loving him and that is wrecking my soul and tormenting my mind because I only want the best for him (he deserves it and more).

Thought 2: Fucking Gale (I say with all the love and sweetness I'm the world). I have three different runs with three different endings for him and I romanced him in N0NE of them, but he is what is keeping me awake the most right now.

Option 1: Blow up Gale... He has an astral projecting that shows up to give you a letter and when I tell you the look on Tav's face was devastating. When they tried to hug the projection only to pass thru him, their face had me in tears, you could SEE the hurt of them realizing AGAIN that Gale is truly gone. And the letter!? It's an unfinished last will and testament

Option 2: Gale becomes a god... And he is the worst version of himself. Ascended Astarion may be cruel and possessive, but there is still a sadness and insecurity underneath that drives his wicked nature. Gale is just.... So consumed by his new power that he truly feels like this is the best version of himself and feels so hollow. Not to mention, Raphael tells of the chaos he will bring and you just know that it would crush our Gale's heart to know he caused that when he thought he was inspiring people to follow their biggest ambitions.

Option 3: He's a teacher...... He teaches magic and it is perfect for him and he loves it and he loves the kids (even though he complains about them) and he wants to catch up over wine and have you as a guest lecturer and meet his mom. Just seeing him so perfectly happy after seeing those other options makes all of it hit that much harder.

I love Astarion, he will always be my favorite. But Gale is a close second, which is crazy to think about because when I first played I thought he was so annoying.

Astarion's story is so compelling and complicated and full of deep emotions... But Gale's is too. The perfect foils to each other and the best written characters (in my personal opinion).

Of all the endings I've seen so far (which I'm sure is not all of them) Gale has the most options for world shattering, devastating endings and his best ending is teaching magic... The two radical ends of this spectrum are killing me slowly by way of insomnia.

Send help

[violet-moonstone]

Wings of War Chapter 1 (Preview/Rough Draft)

Working on a HTTYD fic that (for now) is called Wings of War. I have a feeling it's going to take me a very long time to write and that I won't update super often, so I thought I would post bits and pieces while I'm working on it before I put polished chapters on AO3. Here's the (rough) beginning of Chapter 1:

This is Berk, a cold, rocky island surrounded by sea stacks and crashing waves, full of cliffs and towering evergreens through which the wind howls eerily at night and sings in the early hours of the dawn. Our island is dotted with wooden houses and mead halls, earthen huts and stone arenas, farms with turnips and cabbage, yak and sheep. Among these structures live our people: proud, strong Vikings in wool and leather, armed with iron and steel and of course…dragons.

A Monstrous Nightmare to be exact — a flash of midnight blue accented by a grey the same colour as the early morning sky. And on the dragon’s back are a young girl and her younger brother, screeching as they do their best not to fall to their deaths. They speed above and around the farms of the less-populated areas of Berk, startling farmers and their animals alike. An impossibly old man named Mildew nearly tumbles into a puddle but for the sheep at his back steadying him. He raises his fist in the air, cursing the unholy children who, after all these years, insist upon tormenting him with their blasted dragons.

Zephyr and Nuffink are already climbing too high into the air to hear the profanities being screeched up at them. If Moonscale weren’t doing her best to keep the tiny humans on her back from plummeting to their demise, she might give the wrinkly old human below a heated response. But luckily, they fly off and away to a forested area of Berk, leaving the villagers safe...for now.

On an average day in Berk, you can see Terrible Terrors delivering mail, Gronckles and Hotburples in forges, Changewings playing hide and seek with local children, Timberjacks ferrying people and goods to and from nearby islands. Our isle is home to all sorts.

And a girl trying to teach her brother to love flying. The day is not going quite as she planned.

“AAAAAAHHHHH ZEPHYR!” Nuffink shrieks. “We’re too high, too high!”

“Nuffink, I can’t see how high we are when you’re blinding me!” Zephyr pulls at the little hands that grasp desperately at her face.

“Ohgodsohgodsimagonnadie!”

“Nuffink, you’re not gonna—”

“Down! Please let me down!”

Zephyr tries again to gain control of the reigns, but pulls to hard and Moonscale banks to one side, huffing in frustration as Nuffink digs his heels to her flank. Soon, they dip too far and begin to spin. Nuffnk yells even louder, directly into Zephyr’s ear.

“AAAHHHH!”

Zephyr winces. “Nuffink you need to calm down! You’re freaking Moonscale out!”

“She’s freaking me out!”

Out of the corner of her eye, Zephyr can see the blonde braids of Ingrid Ingerman, and beneath her, the purple and gold of her Deadly Nadder, Nightshade. They glide to Moonscale’s side. “I told you this was a bad idea!”

“Oh!” Zephyr shouts, “well that’s a lot of help now, thanks!”

“You’re welcome,” Ingrid replies flatly.

From behind them, Zephyr hears a soft voice, barely a whisper above the Autumn wind. Ingrid’s sister Inga is calling out, but too quietly for them to hear.

“What?” They yell in unison. Ingrid, more successfully than Zephyr, turns in her saddle to try and hear Inga’s words.

They are repeated in a louder, deeper voice from her brother Ingvar. “Look out!”

The two girls have but a moment to eye each other in confusion before they pull up sharply to avoid the suddenly taller treeline before them.

“Phew,” Zephyr exclaims in relief, but too quickly.

“I’m...I’m gonna throw up,” Nuffink wheezes.

Ingrid makes a face. “Oh gods, not again.”

Zephyr scowls at her. “Hey!”

Ingrid shrugs. “If you wanna scrub puke out of the seams of your saddle, be my guest! Just don’t ask me for help this time.”

Zephyr ignores her. “Hey,” she says over her shoulder to Nuffink, trying to yell above the wind in as calming a manner as possible, “we’re just going to find a clearing to land so you can—”

“No, no, no,” Nuffink pleads, his voice muffled against his sister’s back. “Not in the woods! Take me home, please!”

“What’s he so afraid of?” Ingvar asks in a voice that rivals his Thunderdrum. “The woods are just trees. And we have dragons.”

“The dragons make him more scared, muttonhead!” Zephyr snaps at him.

“Hmm,” Inga muses from the back of her pale blue Gronckle, finally close enough to be heard. “He doesn’t look to good, Zeph. Maybe we should land, just for a little bit.”

Zephyr hesitates for a moment, biting her lip. Then she feels her brother’s tears rolling onto her neck. She shakes her head before speeding back towards Berk’s centre.

The Ingerman triplets cast each other wary glances before taking off after her.

You will find an image of Vikings and dragons living in harmony, living and growing in a connection that has lasted for 20 years and will last many more. We defend each other, loyal to the end, integral part of each others’ lives. But the peace between the Vikings of Berk and dragons is not universal. Every so often, we face a new foe, whether it be dragon hunters, poachers, or even those who want to train dragons for nefarious means. They claw at the edges of Berk’s influence of our allies and the settlements we’ve built to house the many who flock to Berk, who see it as a beacon of light in the darkness.

“Nuffink, I need you to calm down, okay?” Zephyr tries again to be soothing as they near the village town square. They’re too high up to make out the little dots below, but she can tell that they’re farmers and merchants setting up their stalls for the day. She didn’t want any run-ins with villagers angry about her disruptive flying — she was becoming known for it. And if falling from her dragon didn’t kill her, then her mother would. “I’m just going to drop you off at home and then—ack!” Zephyr squeals as Nuffink clutches too tightly at her abdomen.

“Oh, Frey I looked down! I looked down, I looked down!”

And now it’s Zephyr’s turn to feel nauseous. She tries to pull away from her brother’s grasp but leans too far. Moonscale huffs in annoyance at her rider’s constantly changing desires but obeys the order she believes she’s been given.

The two Haddock children wail as the dragon dives directly towards the village below.

These conflicts leave many in need of a place to go, and so our borders extend past Berk, to the smaller islands around us, to new ones we’ve had to find. It has not been easy to keep everyone safe, to ensure fair treatment of humans and dragons alike in a community extending so far, but we must, for the alternative to extending our light is allowing the darkness to devour us all.

And what bearer of light is more formidable than a dragon?

Hiccup Haddock can’t help but smile as he reviews his entry for the day. He sits leaning beneath a tree on a hill, overlooking Berk. He woke early despite the heaviness of his eyes and limbs, wanting to get some writing done before the day’s responsibilities took him away from his passions.

“I think I outdid myself this time.”

The black dragon curled up by his side scoffs.

“Oh hush, Toothless, you can’t even read.”

Hiccup ducks as Toothless waves his tail at him.

Berk’s chieftain puts his hand to his head dramatically. “I am totally unappreciated in my time.”

Toothless warbles out a low laugh and rolls his eyes. Hiccup laughs along for a moment, before they are disturbed. They go quiet and almost in unison tilt their heads to the side as the sound of a fast-approaching yell increases, following by a gust of air that ruffles Hiccup’s hair and the pages of his journal. He yelps and accidentally drops his book and charcoal, then skitters after them as they nearly slide down the hill. Toothless sweeps his wing forward to prevent the book from tumbling further.

“Thanks, Bud,” Hiccup says. He straightens up, reaching out to lean on his dragon after the sudden movement elicits a painful popping noise from his spine. “Gah! What unholy goblins are speeding around like that at this hour of the morning?”

He squints into the distance and just barely makes out a pair of auburn braids, a mop of blonde hair, and a large, blue dragon.

His shoulders go slack. “Oh, goody. Those are my unholy goblins.”

[strangedreamings]

S2E6 (spoilers abound)

Do we have to see Jaehaerys' body in the opening credits every week now?

Hi, Jason! Glad to see you're just as full of yourself as ever. He doesn't want to make a move without Aemond and Vhagar. Wow, and here I thought Tyland got all the brains.

"I am the Prince Regent, not a dog to be called to heel." Honey, you're both, and the sooner you can accept that, the happier all of us will be.

Ironrod suggests marrying Alicent to the Red Kraken (the current Lord Greyjoy). Dude, who do you think you are, Otto Hightower?

"The longer we wait, the more chance (Daemon) will prevail." No, no, keep waiting -- Alys and the curse of Harrenhal will drive him completely mad soon enough.

"My uncle is a challenge I welcome, if he dares to face me." I don't know how to break this to you, Aemond, but this crush of yours is not reciprocated.

Aemond fires Alicent from the Small Council and is a misogynistic dick about it. Alicent accuses him of still being angry about losing an eye. Honey, you're the one who wanted his nephew's eye taken in revenge, where did you think talk like that would lead?

Corlys wearing his Hand of the Queen pin. It looks good on you, dude.

Ah, the Sowing of the Dragonseeds. Rhaenyra's desperation for additional dragonriders is going to get a bunch of people killed or maimed.

The Small Council knows she is reaching and for fucking once, I agree with them. Maybe they'd take her seriously if she didn't sound like she was talking to her younger children.

Ser Steffon has so little Targ blood in him that it's not going to matter. Rhaenyra, this is such a dumb idea.

"Then perhaps the gods will favor us." Not unless the writers are going off-book (again).

Hi, Daemon. Which dead family member are you going to see tonight?

And he's back in the throne room, lovely. "The Heir for a Day" shit again? That must be really pressing on Daemon's conscience now that Viserys is dead.

Speaking of, hi, Viserys! Good to see you in (relative) health again. I hope HBO is paying all these cameo actors well, they all seem to be having a blast tormenting Daemon again (who looks truly devastated right now). HBO, you'd better be getting Matt's For Your Consideration campaign ready for next year's Emmys.

Ooo, a Rhea mention, even if we don't see her! I'll take it.

It's entirely possible that none of this is actually Alys or the curse's doing -- Daemon's conscience has more than enough fodder to torment him with. He hurt his brother, all three of his wives, and his daughters. It's about time all of that bothered him.

"...Stop watching me." And you still think you're fit to take KL by yourself? You're never leaving the Riverlands, Daemon.

"Daemon Targaryen asking for help?" "Counsel." He's losing his mind one night at a time but dammit, he's still got his wit.

"In three days' time, the winds will shift." Grover Tully is gonna die.

It's so dark in this cave that I can't tell which dragon that is. In the book, Steffon attempts to ride Seasmoke. Oh, it is Seasmoke. Thank God somebody said his name because he looks nearly black in the darkness.

"Do not show fear." Too late, Steffon is freaking the fuck out.

Just burn/eat him already, the tension is driving me nuts.

Is that dragontamer seriously just holding a long stick? Against a giant fire-breathing flying reptile?

Finally! Holy shit, that took FOREVER.

The Hull brothers are so goddamn hot. But don't think I didn't notice, Ryan, that the first person we see after Seasmoke's little barbecue is Addam. :P

So, is this madam TRYING to start a rebellion or what? "And his rightful heir denied her seat." Yep, she's trying.

"You have forgotten to fear me." You're going to have to do more than slap him, Rhaenyra.

Oh, the madam is working for Mysaria, got it. This really could work.

"This becomes you." Yeah, a sword in her hand so she can actually do her own fighting. Too bad nobody taught her how to use it.

Didn't the French Revolution start because of a famine? The smallfolk don't care who's on the throne as long as their bellies are full.

Oh Dear God, Otto as Hand to Aemond? Well, at least those Small Council meetings won't be boring.

Aemond's going to smother Aegon II with a pillow, I just know it. Aegon whimpers when he sees Aemond and you can't blame him. TGC is killing it with the agony, he needs a For Your Consideration campaign too.

"I remember nothing." I don't believe you and, unfortunately, Aemond doesn't either.

Rhaena and Joffrey come across a scorched area but they're in the Vale, who could've done that? Now she's in Aegon III and Viserys II's nursery with the boys and a baby dragon that I assume is Aegon's Stormcloud. Cute little dragon.

"You hate it here." Jeyne, you're not doing a damn thing to change her mind.

"Wild." So, are we talking Grey Ghost, the Cannibal, or Sheepstealer? Fuck, I guess this means the Rhaena-Nettles fusion rumor is true, if the wild dragon is Sheepstealer.

Rhaenyra is sending care packages to the people of KL. I fucking LOVE this!

Dammit, I don't want to like Gwayne Hightower but the actor has been making that fucking difficult. "He's kind." The delivery of that, you can tell Gwayne knows that's what Alicent wants to hear.

Rioting in the streets over Rhaenyra's care packages. Okay, maybe this was a bad idea, but it's certainly sowing rebellion.

Larys was born at Harrenhal? That explains SO MUCH. Him aligning himself with Aegon II is interesting and he's right, Aemond wants to kill his brother. Let's see where this goes.

Daemon's vision again. Looks like Aemma's death, great. I truly think Daemon loved Viserys, he was just too self-centered to express that love properly.

"Lord Grover is dead." Called it! Oh, Alys absolutely fucking killed him.

Addam and Seasmoke. Seasmoke misses Laenor and he can presumably tell that Addam is Laenor's kinsman (half-brother).

Is Seasmoke LAUGHING at Addam?

Holy fucking shit, I did not appreciate that jump scare!

Mysaria's backstory is fucking dark, even for GRRM.

Well, this is a ship I never thought I'd see on this show. I don't ship it but I'm sure there are fans out there who are absolutely thrilled right now.

Rhaenyra on Syrax, there's something we haven't seen in a while.

They're ending the episode there? We know it's Addam on Seasmoke, this isn't exactly news to the audience. Bah.

Preview for next week. "With these dragons, peace will be restored." *laughs from having read "Fire and Blood"* And they call Helaena a Dreamer.

[evansuvamp]

Under a Lustful Moon pt. 2

🌸Pairing: Rudra x female OCs x Shiva 

🌸Warnings: mention of sex (oral, penetration, masturbation, fingering), kinks (restraints, praising, body worship), nudity, dirty talking 

🌸Notes: the reader is consenting! 

IMPORTANT: The authors (@evansuvamp and @riseofamoonycake) have chosen to write a fic with their respective OCs (Scarlet and Tanit), so they are presented with the names and features created by them; but the work can be read as a normal character x reader fic.

You can see the full pic here! Happy Valentine's Day!!

-🌸-

Tanit grinned, climbing onto his lap and crouching on his chest like a cat, patting his chin and nose with a finger. «If you want to know… I’m going to eat you piece by piece, Rudra of the Storm», she hummed as her hands worked their way along every part of him, not leaving a corner untouched, «because I want to hear you call my name as I drain all the energy you have, and your every prayer has to be for me… sing for me, my beloved, sing.» One hand was quick to slide along his chest and cross the belly, overcoming it to stop on the intimacy already erect and quivering. The fingers reached the tip and began to massage it slowly, to then descend along the entire length, lightly tormenting with the nails or gently stroking, preparing themselves for a more decisive masturbation. Big drops of sweat begin to appear on the god’s trembling body, and he bit his lips hard and screwed up his eyes so as not to let out more than a pant; and at this vision Tanit laughed cruelly, clenching his dick in an iron grip and starting to move her fingers energetically. «I desire your praise and worship, Rudra… so, tell me: who is your only goddess? Who is she? Tell me now.»

A long moan came from his throat: it wasn’t like he wasn’t trying to control himself, but every single touch she made around his member was clearly an agonizing torture. Finally he gained some composure and looked at her, breathing heavily while answering the sweet command: «You, Tanit… Ah, you’re my only goddess, the supreme lady… Ah!». 

«Hmmmmm, look at him, my adorable storm~ you’re so beautiful wrapped in gold, more brighter than the moon!», she chanted, smiling and licking her lips, the free hand that stroked his chest with sinuous touches, «keep going, I'm waiting for your beautiful words.»

He jolted, full of excitement when her long and clever fingers danced around the testicles and gripped them with a little effort, and squirmed when her mouth replaced the hand and started sucking and licking the right nipple, slowly but ruthlessly. His body trembled as the feeling was becoming even more pleasurable, and she wasn’t going to stop her fingers and tongue so quickly.

The same fate came to the Lord of Desctruction, who made a louder sound than his friend, trying to free himself from the torture. Shiva was a moaning mess at the mere feeling of Scarlet’s skin, his breath gaining a quick pace from the view. He cursed and Scarlet looked up at him, while her tiny hands worked around him slowly, to tease him even more. A small grin was placed on the human’s face, trying her best to not laugh at the simple image of her strong Lord being so impatient and at her complete mercy.  «How is it, my Lord?» Scarlet’s voice was sulky, she knew Shiva was on his limit but the chains stopped him from any movement. His hips swayed from the feeling. 

Another long moan came from Rudra this time, Tanit was giving him the pleasure he craved for. With every wet kiss his Moon gave him, the Storm panted full of ecstasy.

Shiva found that voice sexy and couldn’t help himself from his own lewd sounds just after feeling the small tongue of his favorite human around the tip of his cock, he even forgot the question asked before. All in his mind was sinful, complete pleasure.

Both gods started to call their lovers. One voice was needy, bathed in heated passion and claiming the moon for her love. «Tanit… ah~, my Little Moon… Don’t stop, please… p-please», Rudra moaned, and she obeyed, not stopping herself nor the sensual laughter with which she stared at the entire scene, between a kiss and the other. Then, the goddess pulled away from his chest and descended completely towards his intimacy, starting to play with both hands on the tip while the tongue, this time, concentrated on his navel, surrounding and invading it with rapid and continuous movements, and then biting the flesh, leaving marks everywhere. Her words had been clear: she would eat her god piece by piece, and she was delivering on her promise admirably.

On the other hand, thank to Tanit and her own bravery, Scarlet was living the moment of her life: to see her Lord so needy and thirsty for her attention, driving him insane with a few movements and soft caresses, denying him the pleasure he desired and making him squirm for it, all of this was fantastic. For the first time she was the leader, the rules were hers, the control was in her hands: the satisfaction was great, a dream that became true. However, the girl knew well the limits not to be crossed, and she was very careful to walk on this dangerous line, listening to every change in Shiva’s body. Above all, Scarlet would never, ever disrespect him, she knew where she belonged and what she was doing was just having some fun, and the Lord of Destruction was enjoying her playfulness; but at the first hint of annoyance or anger in him, she would stop and satisfy him in every possible way. «You seem at your ease, my Lord», chanted the young woman, interrupting for a moment what she was doing to torment Shiva’s penis with her hot breath, «can I do anything more?»

The god narrowed his eyes and tried to breathe deeply, gasping and barely holding back the moans when he felt Scarlet’s tongue slide back around the tip and then lick from it to the base, slowly. The chains held his arms tightly, but they couldn’t stop his entire body from shaking with shivers and jolts of pleasure. «I want you, Scarlet», Shiva murmured, his voice broken by every action made by the girl, «be good, let your Lord take you and- Scarlet!»

Delicate and discreet, but to the ears of the God of Destruction as acute as an insect bite, Tanit’s laughter clearly reached him and prompted him to turn his gaze towards the Moon, who, while giving Rudra no peace or chance to breathe, found the time to throw him glances of admiration and satisfaction.

She didn’t move her eyes when Shiva burned her with his, nor when a slight grin crossed his face. She continued to stare at him as a lioness confronts her fellow, studying and provoking him, and it raised considerably the heat and made Shiva speak: «Laugh while you can, golden Moon: after this show Scarlet won’t have any consequences for her behavior, but you… you will entertain me for a long time, and don’t doubt, I’ll keep what I just said.»

«My Lord, do not turn your attention elsewhere: please remain focused on me.»

A brave quote for a human, you could say. The golden eyes fixated on the redhead, who was still working around him, but stopped her movements when both gazes collided. She was demanding full love from his lord, and Shiva knew from the way Scarlet leaned her head to his thighs that it wasn’t a simple and empty plea. His beloved human was being so patient yet so merciless at the same time, secretly enjoying the little amount of power she was testing. However, Shiva loved this new side of her, claiming her position and making it clear that he was also for her. A wide smile was drawn on his face, smirking at what she asked previously.

His nature told him to be a naughty god, but also he wanted to show her how deep was his love for her and obey. The restraining wasn’t helping him anyways, while the soft and wet muscle touched his tip one more time. Whimpers and loud moans started again, a foggy mind filled with lots of bucking movements from his hips. Scarlet fixated her chocolate eyes into his golden ones, a glossy pair of lips surrounding his penis’ length while her small hands worked the sore and tensed muscles of the god’s thighs. Wet sounds echoing through the brick walls. Shiva wished to tug the red hair, biting his bottom lip with the mere thought. Those innocent but serious eyes became even more harsh as the lust invaded them. It was a nice view, their skins were burning and it was even more obvious as the time passed. This demanding girl started to be a side that Shiva wanted to take. Half of his reasons were to tame that spirit, that violent aura emanating from her, but the other half just wished to be the tamed one. Another moan came, this time at the feeling of her tongue tracing the veiny member. «Ah! Scarlet… I’m gonna-», he paused, his chest rising. The furious sensation disappeared suddenly. 

«I’m listening, my Lord.» Scarlet grew a shiny and innocent yet mischievous smile and he hissed, such a good player she was. «I won’t restrain myself, love. You’re enjoying it, right? I bet you’ll enjoy it even more when I give you all my praises and pound inside you merciless…» Frustration was registered in that voice, and Scarlet was in fact, enjoying it. To be the one turning up his beastful side. She always thought she was a fragile little thing; so she wanted to prove it wrong and show herself as the strong human, the one capable of satiating the inner burning passion inside them. «You know me so well, great Shiva», she chanted with a gentle voice, sliding with her body over his belly and chest, clinging to his breasts and stopping only when her face was at the same height as his, then tilting the head to the side and trapping him between her legs, «and you also know how much I love when you, Lord, cum whispering my name⁓»

«Sca-Scarlet…» With a long and deep moan, at the sight of the girl slowly and repeatedly licking her soft lips and lowering the lashes over the dark eyes, Shiva could no longer hold back and finally came, too overwhelmed by her teasing to bear the torments one second longer, and threw his head back, breathing heavily while spams and jolts of pleasure were pinching the flesh all over.

Delighted, Scarlet laughed loudly, proud of what she had done; then, with speed and devotion, he retrieved a blanket to clean Shiva’s legs of his own seed, without however missing the opportunity to take some on her fingers and, under the eyes of the god, lick it and in the meantime make sure that he kept looking at her. Such a vision was enough for him to feel the arousement return and the intimacy hardened a second time, condemning him to be tortured again; and so the God of Destruction roared in a low tone when he saw the redhead crawl towards him and climb over his chest, to then start kissing every inch of his skin greedily, soon focusing on his nipples sucking and biting them while the hands tested his hips and arms, eliciting in him all kinds of thrills and gasps and the hottest sensations. «This time… this time will you let me take you? I want to feel your walls around my dick and paint them white, I want to devour every part of you.»

Scarlet didn’t immediately answer him, but first smiled and gave another bite to his nipples, making him squeak; then slipped a leg between his and rubbed her thigh against his cock, crossed her arms on his chest and leaned her chin on them, looking at him with the sly expression of a feline. All of his five eyes were wide open and he was staring at her intently, sifting through every change in expression and movement; and if these would have frightened many, Scarlet knew that there was still nothing to fear, no point of no return had been crossed: the secret was to play wisely on this thin line. «Who knows…», then she whispered, «maybe I’ll spend all this night and more this way, until you have enough.»

«Until you have enough…» Tanit repeated these words to herself, then cast another glance at Rudra: his mouth dry from the many sounds that escaped the half-parted lips and the body shaking and squirming, his eyes narrowed and full of flashes, he stared at her like a trapped animal but still dangerous, and who at the slightest opportunity would make her pay for all that he was suffering; and that look, together with the rapid breathing and the sight of his trembling legs, was driving her crazy with arousement. So, at that point the Moon blocked her mouth and hands and, as Scarlet had done before her, jumped on her lover’s body and positioned her wet opening in contact with his member, sinking her sharp nails into his hips. Her cheeks flushed and, with the sweetest expression on the face, she cast her golden eyes into those of the Tempest and giggled, moving further closer to his intimacy. «Before, you didn’t want to give me the satisfaction I was looking for... so why not make you beg a little more? You’ll agree with me that you deserved it.»

With some difficulty, Rudra chuckled and the chains jingled dangerously when he tried to pull himself up to get a better look at his tormentor. «But as you said before, you too want to feel me inside you one more time… So why hurt yourself? Sink into the pleasure together with me, and I could even give you triple as much, later.»

It was Tanit’s turn to laugh, and in response she passed a hand over his navel, scratching lightly and prodding it with her forefinger. «Hmmm, you’re really desperate for me, then.» Her delicate tone changed in a sensual one as a grin, black as the new moon, rose on her face. «And you are so adorable, so quivering and waiting for my mercy...»

«Come on, my Moon», Rudra called her, trying again to reach out to her with his whole body, «don’t abandon me, now that I’m waiting to love you…»

«You really ought to put that crafty tongue to another use, you know it very well... but I can forgive you this time», she fluted; but the next instant the goddess listened to him and gave in to the desires of both, so she positioned herself better and allowed the god to penetrate her, to then immediately begin to rotate her hips and dance according to the rhythm she most desired, dragging Rudra with her in the crazy circle of pleasure.

«You’re even more sadistic than before... what is it, don’t you really like that I didn’t give you a good licking?»

Just like a lynx whose name he loved to call her by, she clawed at his abdomen in response, keeping the grin on, accelerated the pace and pushed him to go along with her, enjoying like crazy the position that allowed her to dominate as she wanted, and threw back the hair that had fallen on her chest. «Don’t worry, everything will be arranged step by step... how are you, my beloved? Are you feeling well? Do I have to do something for you?» As deep as the contact was already, the goddess wrapped her legs around his waist and both felt their respective bodies weld even more tightly, and neither of them was able to hold back a small cry that soon became a moan. As before, Tanit felt her own thoughts coming and she began to detach from reality; and promptly he noticed it and called her back. «Hey, Little Moon... eyes on me. I told you, you have to feel everything I do to you», he said with a deep and gentle voice, bringing her back in an instant and urging the goddess to look at him. «Your lovely eyes... I want them to look at me all the time, especially now.»

Rudra gave another pull on the chains and they lost their strength without, however, being broken: the pin gave way and jumped off the ground and the golden grip that held his wrists released, allowing him to return free.

Stopping without breath, Tanit realized that somehow they had slackened earlier and that the God of Storms had been waiting for the right moment to proceed; but it was a fleeting thought, because his hands closed around her waist and hips and he rolled her under him, holding her so tightly against his chest that she gasped and, if possible, felt more aroused than before.

Rudra leaned over her face and gave her a long kiss, then moved to her cheeks and ear, tickling her earlobe with his hot breath. «You did very well, you know? You really drive me crazy when you act like the queen you are...», he whispered, making his abdomen adhere to hers while the lower arms slid over her buttocks and squeezed them. «But now I really want to be the one to dominate. You know how gentle I am when I do it, so let me love you…»

Tanit sobbed softly from the overwhelming stimulations she was receiving, both physical and mental, and she nodded with transport: she couldn’t resist him anymore, the only forces she had went all lost when the chains were released, almost an extension of her will that had declared the best for everyone and what she really yearned for, and there was only the desire to feel the body of her beloved god against her own, to be held in his arms and become his once again, as she had always been. It was she who trembled, now, to call him and crave for him; and he didn’t make her wait for long, because just as she had tormented him, so had he, and therefore the game could end here. «Remember, don’t run away from me, okay? Or be prepared to be chased by me…», he murmured to her lips before kissing her intensely and quickly descending along her body, getting out of her only to penetrate her with his tongue and finish what he had left incomplete while stroking her soft belly, breasts and thighs, giving heaven to both.

Rudra fixated his eyes on her. The mere sight was a complete masterpiece. Masculine upper hands praising the goddess’ abbs and her breasts, while his tongue played along with the sensations. Tanit was a sensitive one, he knew that and that’s why he tried his best on making different movements, so she could enjoy all his love. The tongue danced along the clit, slow motions testing the already wet flower, sucking at it as an infant who hasn’t eaten in hours. The feline orbs from his lover registered every single movement of him, making sure he was retrieving what he left before. A buck of her hips changed the pace, this time Rudra hold her thighs up, so she was completely exposed to him and judging by the soft moans of his lover, Tanit loved the new posture, just feeling the wetness overflowing. A little grin appeared on that fox-like face. He wanted to complete his task, but also to make it as nice as slow and follow her body reactions. Her chest raised one, two times trying to gain some composure even with the pleasure she was experiencing: Tanit tried to pull his hair, a sign that she enjoyed that attention. The golden hair fell over the rich and warm pillows the exact moment Rudra graced his teeth around the tender, plump flesh of her thighs and this time, the moaning became harsher, lovely and full of ecstasy. The thick male lashes hid just a bit the lust and hunger written on those eyes, but his actions spoke louder. Rudra stopped just to adjust himself and push the female’s legs upper. Tension was noticeable in her muscles, wanting to be released so badly and he knew that: «My Moon… You taste sweeter… How can it be possible to taste this good? Mmh…» a long lick came, facing his lover when doing so, looking for a silent answer. 

She held her breath, not wanting to give him the confidence yet, but her body spoke, small trembling all around the sexy woman. Rudra smiled, repeating the movement with his tongue and adding a new touch of his teeth gracing her flesh, and she squirmed, biting her bottom lip and cursing the skilled man.

Soft stroking came again from Rudra, his tongue working her even faster than the last time, feeling every single goosebump from Tanit. They both knew that she was close. The upper hands grabbed the breasts tenderly, cupping and massaging them with slow circling movements, and the right bottom hand played with the little bud of her womanhood, pinching it slowly while his tongue penetrated the sweet and wet entrance, enjoying the time there. Tanit covered her face because of the overwhelming sensation and couldn't contain the golden and silver tears anymore, begging him to continue: «Rudra… My beloved Storm don’t stop… Just… Hah~!» He understood, increasing the strokes and massaging her whole body. It wasn’t too long when he noticed a new wetness, a new taste and the screams of his beautiful Moon full of lovely pleasure. Smiling at her, he placed above her body to enjoy the beautiful face contorted in ecstasy: «Feeling good with my tongue, Little Moon?» Such a question was pure teasing from him, but he won’t deny how much he loved to be praised for his job, so he wasn’t waiting for her exquisite lips to reply the quote full of pride: «You truly wanted to torture me, making me wait for it… Yet you made it, your sweet tongue is a complete weapon for me.» 

Her fingertips wandered around the hard god’s body, smiling slightly with the afterglow. Both shared a heated kiss, indulging each other’s body and making a complete mess on the covers. Tanit attached her legs around Rudra’s hips, offering her whole body to the God of Storms, who didn’t hesitate and grabbed the fleshy leg of her, earning a moan against his lips from her. Soon, a new slick sound echoed just a bit when Rudra penetrated her once again, both of them loving that union. The Moon Goddess bucked her hips, feeling the manhood inside her so raw and glorious. Her left hand touched the right cheek of the male, remarking the purple marks tattooed there; he trusted slowly, allowing to recover the energy lost from that orgasm and then, both were dancing once again.

Shiva envied those two, already having a second round, but he also enjoyed the prize Scarlet had for him. Freeing himself too from the restraining chains, a wicked smile plastered on his beautiful face. The five eyes were communicating “danger” in every single instant while the female just bit her bottom lip. «Dear bat of mine, you truly made me wait too long…» Low voice whispering against her lips, eyelids half closed when a little groan came from his chest. He loved to chase her, and she loved to be chased. Adrenaline ran through her veins at the mere thought of him behind her. A big hand came to meet her scalp, massaging with little circles the line on her nape. Scarlet moaned softly, never breaking the contact eye, so Shiva smiled and brought a hand to touch her chin. «Look at you, all small and fragile and yet you drive me crazy… Such a good girl.» 

Last sentence was a turn on for her. She loved to be praised and feel the love in those words, that earned a smirk from the god. Both hands caressing her were followed by the second pair. Shiva was excited to feel her insides and his hips made it clear. «My Lord… Should I take care of you now?» 

He growled, showing his fangs but still smiling to her. «Yes, I want you to ride me. Show me how you have tamed this tiger, my dear.» He was positive about her skills, so encouraged her to do as she pleased. However, he robbed a kiss from her lips, a savage one, playing with her tongue. The hand which previously caressed her scalp pressed harder to make sure she won’t escape the fate of his plump lips. Gasps and moans resonated along with some wet clicks, product of the saliva exchanged between them. God’s body leaned back on the surface, enjoying the pretty female face from the new point of view. Scarlet smiled brightly, her hips lined up with his and made a slow movement, feeling just the tip of him. A low moan elicited from her red lips already sore from the hot making out, nails clawing the bare skin of his chest as she raised her hips again.

Another try and the redhead could push herself deeper onto him, giving a louder moan of pleasure this time. Shiva grew a bigger smile, hissing from the warm hug of her walls around him, enjoying those pretty eyes rolling to blank. His bottom arms embraced the flesh of her hips, moving just a little the hips, adjusting himself to the space. The last attempt of his lovely human came accompanied by a sulky, happy squirm which made the god even more proud of her. She was a fast learner and this was showing that. «Lord Shiva is too big… Hmm… Always fills me so well…» She claimed, feeling inch by inch of her lord caressing the deepest spots of her insides, Shiva grinned, happy of hearing such affirmation from her. A small squeeze made her jolt, it was the right lower hand of her lover that pressed her body even more.

«Dear, you always take it so well. Always make me feel too hungry… I wished for this the whole evening. It feels like glory… Feed yourself, my human.» It was an order, and she understood the command easily. Her hips rolled, adjusting one more time before starting a low pace of trusting. Shy as she was, her voice was louder than one might think and Shiva had praised her about showing her own desire, her lust and every emotion she had, though Scarlet made it often in the bed rather than other places.

«Come on, you said you will dominate me tonight… Hah~, dammit…» 

Scarlet increased the speed, bouncing over him with a vicious smile, drunk on love with his full length inside her. She retorted after licking her lips: «How is that, my lord? Ah~... Is that good? Mmh… So big… » she mumbled the last thing, making slow bounces now, taking him deeper with every trust and then speeding up one more time.

The God of Destruction was having a hard time trying to compose himself. This new face of his beloved human was a whole new experience. She managed to rail him like he wasn’t a big one. His hands pressed even more the flesh, roaming to her thighs and doing his best to control his hips, because the feeling was becoming too intense and he would take on his own pace right there. Yet, Scarlet took his hands, intertwining them with hers and stroking some kisses around the tattoos. Chocolate eyes fixated on golden ones, riding slower than before to catch every expression of him. Shiva’s eyes vibrated with sparkles of lust, loving the devoted care she put into him, another smirk came to his face but just when he thought it was one of the sweetest time with her, the lovely woman began a series of deep bouncing, lots of whimpers escaping her lips, filled with pleasure. 

She pulled away her hands and took some support on Shiva’s muscles, dancing on his lap like she was a snake, now all the girth was exposed every time she pulled up her hips and then she would sink almost completely. Shiva cursed again, feeling him almost near his edge: «Darling… I think I’m-» words were cut by a sudden squeeze, groaning in pleasure. He felt his mind becoming foggy, hips uneven and erratic. The woman continued with the fast pace, smiling faintly as ordering him to cum: «Come on… Fill me, my Lord… Do it!». She raised her voice, as another moan came, his eyes never breaking eye contact with her.

Not long after, the King of Hindu Pantheon came with a heavy growl, hectic breathing and some curses spilled from his mouth. The upper hands covered the ashamed face. He came before making her to, yet she was smiling after causing that on him. He recovered and brought her into a hug, asking for her beingwell: «Did I hurt you?» a red lock of hair was placed behind her ears and she denied shaking her head. «I’ll take care of you, my sweet doll, I want you to cum~.» He took the left nibble between the sharp canines in his mouth, taking advantage of her sensitive body which was still stuffed on his lap. Shiva breathed heavily on purpose, hissing from the feeling of the wet and tight walls of his beloved one.

Scarlet’s lips parted in a whole circle, feeling the slow trusting he gave inside her. Overstimulation from a previous high and new touches all over her body. The god smiled, enjoying the sweet moans she let escape. Human nails carved his skin, and that excited him again. He trusted even faster, pounding inside her rougher. However, his voice was like honey against her ear: «That’s it… Give into me, my little bat… Oh fuck… You’re such a good girl, yeah?» The woman hid her face in his neck, agreeing with her head to that praise. A knot started to build inside her, the right spot was touched and couldn’t contain herself from the pleasure. Not when her favorite god fucked her so faster, in the perfect angle and restraining her from any movement. She screamed in pure bliss, almost begging him to never stop. «S-Shiva! M-More… Hah!» 

If she wasn’t from his most devoted follower, he would punish that imprudence of calling by his name with something else, but the truth is that he loved how good his name sounded from her lips. «I’ll give you a prize, you have outsold yourself, darling… Come on, cum, cum…» 

A low growl was the last thing she heard, her whole body shaking from the intense climax while Shiva held her carefully yet strongly against him, left upper hand playing with her hair waiting for her to recover. Some fluids stained the purple skin of the god.

The other couple was relaxing from their climax as well, Tanit in the arms of Rudra and under the gentle strokes of her lover, breathing deeply and completely satisfied while the God of Storms talked softly to her ear and hugged her tightly, kissing her cheeks, forehead and lips. But then, the Goddess of the Moon grinned, poked Rudra on the mouth with one finger, causing him to stop, and cut the silence with a voice sweeter than honey: «I hope you both aren’t tired yet. We’re not done, my lovely gods.»

Both Rudra and Shiva gasped at these words, then looked at Tanit, the dangerous Tanit, who all evening had shown that she could weave splendid deceptions and torments and harness them as she wished, and who was now slowly releasing herself from the embrace of Rudra to stand up, but not before having given yet another long kiss to her beloved and having caressed his cheeks with adoration, to then recover a blanket and clean his and her own body.

«What more do you want from us?», the exasperated Shiva almost cried, clenching his fists as he grew more wary and cast a quick glance at Scarlet, who grinned slightly with her eyes narrowed and rubbed the cheek against his chest in the attempt to keep him calm, not worried at all by the situation. Obviously.

«You know, everything we did to you tonight was the fruit of both: I didn’t force Scarlet to obey me nor did she somehow snatch an oath from me… and besides, I don’t think you’re sorry about it, right? The bodies of all of us bear the marks of the most seductive battle they have ever faced…» Without changing her sweet tone or losing the smile, Tanit bent down to the ground and began to collect her chains and jewels scattered everywhere: in her hands they shone even more, sucking up all the light that she emanated from the skin and charging with colors never seen before, and seemed to come to life like the wishes of all those gathered there. «However, we still lack something to accomplish: because we always look closely at you, gentlemen, and we know what is stirring behind your eyes. Therefore, my love, Rudra, you will never be able to lie if I say that you would like to hold Scarlet in your arms, even if it were only for one night… or more. Or am I telling a lie?»

«And you, Great Shiva, sometimes you really can’t hide how much you want the Moon of Carthage», added Scarlet’s fluted voice, as she caressed Shiva’s chin and the base of his neck and stared at him with eyes wide open and full of fun.

Subjected to the gaze of their ladies, the gods looked at each other for an instant and both flared without replying. How had the two managed to discover something that only they had exchanged in confidence? Were they so bad at hiding feelings and impulses? And yet… and yet, though they were clearly at a disadvantage and continued to be so constantly, no matter what they did, it was excitement that ran through their veins. With a few words, their other half had managed to make them active and awake again, ready to assert themselves. And interested.

«We know that you have talked about it, that you are in agreement to try this experience, and we are with you. So, as a last test, you will have to get to know our most… loving side», whispered Tanit at the same moment in which she finished collecting her belongings and stood up again, making her eyes dance first on her beloved and then on Scarlet and Shiva, deepening the smile in response to the small grin of the first.

«You two are terrible», Rudra murmured as he propped himself up on his elbows and sighed heavily, then grimaced and gave up, «but you are also giving us yet another opportunity to push yourself to the limit, so why not? And you caught us, so I guess we have to pay fines...»

Scarlet smiled at him, then turned to the God of Destruction and patted his chest softly. «Don’t worry, my lord… you are in good hands. Lady Tanit will be able to take care of you very well», she murmured to him before touching his forehead with a kiss, laughing to herself at the feral expression that furrowed his face, to then detach herself from him and, following the example of the goddess, remove all traces of pleasure from both with the finest fabrics.

Shiva breathed heavily when he saw her move away to reach Tanit and embrace her with the same devotion of a child who asks for her mother’s caresses, and in response the Moon wrapped the young woman in her white arms and gave her a tender kiss on the cheek, then another on the lips. «Treat well the Lord of Storms, you know how much I care about him», she murmured in her ear but in a way that everyone could hear, stroking her shoulder and then turning his attention to the ruler of the Hindu Pantheon, who quivered even more when he saw her advance towards him. Tanit allowed herself a lot: her status as a two-faced Mother Goddess, sweet and terrible, protective and destructive, could not be set aside. The noble city of Carthage had revered her for millennia and her name was whispered respectfully everywhere... Goddess of Love, Goddess of Fertility, Goddess of the Moon: a proud, regal deity who knew how to command respect and put someone in their place. She was the granter of safety, nourishment, and pleasure; a ravenous entity who never failed to tease him with her looks and words with which she loved to charm, laughing elegantly and hiding behind her long blond lashes and curls, chin raised and the posture of one who knows she has no need to assert herself in order to dominate.

For Shiva, all this was more than enough to arouse in him the overpowering and almost uncontainable desire to compete together with that self-confident lady, trying to check and tame her as he tasted both her sweetest and wildest sides, sinking inside her soul with the teeth, the kisses and the fingers. «Hmmm, so the lioness wants to play again…», the god addressed her as soon as she stopped a few steps from his feet, his golden gaze lighting up with hers, then smiling and narrowing his eyes with a sly expression, making himself more comfortable on the blankets and intertwining two of his hands behind the head, while the others cross each other on the chest in a pose of apparent relaxation. «So? Why aren’t you moving anymore? Are you suddenly afraid of me, Little Moon?»

Hearing Rudra’s nickname for her through Shiva’s deep, sensual and provocative voice made Tanit’s eyes widen for an instant, then a slight blush covered her cheeks and a hint of a smile danced across her face. «You should be the one to be afraid of me… it’s you who will have to suffer», she replied, stepping back instinctively when Shiva sat up, his eyes fixed on her and the face contorted in a grin as his fingers dug into the blankets and squeezed them until the fabric quivered. «You say? Dress up in your jewels, then. I want to see you as you were before the Storm attacked you.»

Tanit knew what he wanted most: she saw it in the chest that lowered and rose faster and faster and in the ardor with which he had almost crushed the blankets, and in the haggard face. The god was burning so hot from all the torment he had been through during those hours that his fearsome heat was felt from a distance, but she was not afraid; she was more excited than anything else and for this reason she squeezed her legs tightly, trying not to immediately give him the awareness and satisfaction of knowing her as exhausted as him, and yet the body whispered caution to her. Shiva considered her the mastermind behind that evening and would surely try to make her pay, so it was best to play carefully and not fall into his traps and end up burned. «As the king commands», she therefore chose to indulge him at least in that: in front of his gaze that nothing escaped, the goddess refastened and arranged chains, necklaces and bracelets around her body, making sure that the gold intertwined and united in fine designs on the neck and chest, around the breasts and the belly, wrapped around her arms and thighs, encircled her fingers and ankles and went up towards the buttocks and back, disappearing under the hair and closing at the nape of the neck. A thin cage that clung to her skin like a perfect robe, tinkling and shimmering, casting light around and making everything it touched glow.

Shiva felt his breath catch when he saw Tanit in her precious, intimate dress, and slowly stood up. The moon and her goddess stood motionless and sighed a moment as he reached the latter and, unable to take his eyes off her, reached out all four hands and began to gently stroke the jewels ― and the skin underneath ― on her belly, arms and hips, going up towards the neck and taking her face between the fingers, gently pushing her to lift it to look at him. Even when wearing her heels, the goddess was always shorter than him; and now her large eyes stared at him with curiosity and expectation, waiting for his movements, as did her mouth. «Your heart seems to have gone crazy…», the god murmured to her as he took another step forward and brushed his chest against hers, «what’s happening, Great Tanit? Are you suddenly tired of fighting?»

In response, she took his hands and stood on tiptoe, reaching for his lips and licking them. «If and how much I am, I’ll leave it up to you to discover», she then murmured to him, before breaking away and gently pushing him back, to chase him on the blankets; and Shiva laughed at that gesture, slipped a finger under one of her necklaces and pulled her towards him, forcing her to advance where he wanted and to kneel when he did, then he lied down on his back and let her climb on top of him. The contact with the icy metal elicited a moan from him and his skin shivered from the intense sensation, and Tanit took the opportunity to rub herself against him, her hands free to run wherever they wanted and eager to caress, squeeze, linger and stimulate. «Great Shiva… will you let me explore your splendid body? The night is still long for you, but I promise you won’t regret it.»

«This is all to be seen», the god replied to those words as sweet as lascivious, clinging to her hips with two hands while another caressed her collarbones and the hollow between her breasts and the last one prodded her navel, «but if you’ll let me do the same with yours and play with your hair as long as I want, we could have a deal…» She smiled and started to look away, but he took her chin gently and held her still, urging her to look at him again. «Know that I want to see your eyes drip gold and silver like you did before, so I won’t stop until you become a fountain⁓ you can’t escape from me», he whispered then, a low vibration in his throat similar to the beginning of a roar and the lips drawn into the most perverse grimace Tanit had ever seen.

«I know, I know you will succeed… I never doubted your abilities―» If the Moon had ever had anything to add, Shiva’s mouth would have prevented it: and the Lord of the Dance wasted no time in closing her lips with a kiss and hold her tightly to him, savoring her tongue for a long time and making it dance with his own, leaving her free only when the breath failed her. Soon after, however, it was his turn to feel his breathing quicken and to sigh forcefully, if not to gasp, while Tanit began to attack his chest with her hands and teeth, letting her nails run along the muscles of his chest and abdomen, testing the ribs and kissing the nipples before sucking and biting them, greedily caressing the hips and waist, tracing deep paths that made the god jump and moan, he who never lost sight of even one of her movements and chased Tanit everywhere, without being able to stop her nor really wanting to. Each jewel she wore glided over his skin like a snake’s tongue, not to mention how the sharp nails stimulated and tormented him, combined with the tongue that patiently and slowly investigated and repeatedly struck where it found a sensitive point, forcing him to bite the lips and curl the toes under the waves of pleasure that assailed him.

The Lady of Carthage laughed in her heart at the vision of Shiva and the copious perspiration flowing down his body, as well as the tension of his muscles and how he shook the head; the god was so sensitive that teasing him was an immense pleasure, taking him to the limit and beyond was her goal. «Hmmmm… you seem to be in a lot of pain, Great Shiva. Relax», she prodded him, slowly scratching his lower abdomen and pricking his navel before preparing to go down even further ― and being immediately stopped by a hand of the god, who grabbed her face and lifted it up, enjoying the sight of her slightly confused look. «Am I… doing something you don’t like?»

The Lord of Destruction gave a small smile in the way that always made Tanit shiver with excitement. «You are enjoying yourself a little too much, and I want to join in the torment too. Come here», he then murmured to her, taking her hands and wrists and, when she was close enough, grabbing her waist and dragging her to him, making her lie down next to him.

In response, to show him how much he would have to work hard to bend her, Tanit clung to his right arms and started kissing and licking them, from the shoulder down, while he took the opportunity to make a wish come true: to stroke those long curls that now fell on his skin, sinuous as snakes. So bright, so splendid, he could finally have the opportunity to squeeze them and let his fingers run between them: the goddess let no one touch them except Rudra, Scarlet and whoever she loved, but now that he too had entered her spiderweb, nothing prevented him from taking his time with them. He didn’t miss how she jolted and stared at him when he placed a hand on her head and slid down, following the unwinding of the hair; and when that gaze became penetrating and intense, the god felt the desire giving him a violent stab in the sides and between the thighs, so that he freed himself from Tanit’s grip only to be the one to squeeze her, pressing her hard to his chest and giggling when he saw her reaching for his neck to kiss and bite it. «What an insatiable puppy…», he commented, inserting a finger into her mouth and watching her suck, «it will be a problem to make you obey― ouch!»

Trying not to laugh, Tanit released Shiva’s finger only to contemplate the marks her strong bite had just left on it, then licked them as if nothing had happened as she raised her big eyes to the deity’s face, fluttering her eyelashes with ostentatious innocence.

Shiva remained perfectly still for an instant; then his head shot forward and the goddess experienced the most angry and voracious kiss she had ever received. All four hands squeezed her with such force that the god could hear her catch her breath, then each of them sought a point to attack and began to work on her breasts, buttocks, hips and thighs, forcing her body to quiver and gasp with every squeeze and her voice dropping to moans and sobs and whines. Most of the jewels fell off or were pulled off and unfastened, exposing Tanit’s hot, sweaty skin to the onslaughts of the king of the Hindu Pantheon. «We’ll see who’s in charge here…», was what she heard as he grabbed her hair with one hand and tugged at it just enough to cause her to throw her head back, then he quickly trailed down her chest with his mouth and closed the teeth around a breast.

Tanit cried out in surprise, pleasure and subtle pain she felt, digging her nails into the god’s back as he now sucked on the nipple like a child and bit lightly, then wrapped his tongue around it. The two lower hands instead took her thighs and, spreading them, allowed the only one left free to slip inside them and begin to caress and tease her labia majora.

The Moon didn’t bother to hold back any moan while Shiva now rubbed her opening energetically and moved to the other breast to give him the same treatment as its twin, but she didn’t let him do it freely either: and while one hand remained attached to his back, the other moved on to his penis and closed around it, starting to massage it.

Shiva jumped and stopped, staring at the goddess; she did the same thing, the breath broken with excitement, then they leaned towards each other and exchanged a kiss that was sweeter and slower than the previous ones, without however taking their hands off each other’s body. «I really liked what you were doing», Tanit whispered, licking the god’s lips and rubbing her nose against his, «why don’t you keep working on me?»

The Destroyer laughed in his soothing low tone, then bit her earlobe and licked up the small drop of blood that oozed out. «Hmmm, and you were about to start something interesting… shall I continue if you do too, honey?», he replied, sliding a hand through her hair and then stroking her cheek and chin; and as soon as Tanit smiled and began to move around his intimacy again, he respected the pact and penetrated her warm, swollen lips with two fingers, teasing everything in his path, while kissing the goddess again. The muffled moans that immediately rose from their mouths sanctioned that sort of heated, quivering accord between them.

And while all this was going on, the other couple had also started to get to know each other; more calmly and without the instinct to dominate one over the other, Scarlet and Rudra had cuddled up in their respective arms and were gently caressing each other, taking a breath after the previous intercourses and letting their skin react under the reciprocal attentions. The quickened breathing, the whispers and vocal outbursts of the others made them smile, but they did not allow themselves to be conditioned by them.

Scarlet narrowed her eyes as Rudra kissed her forehead and cheeks for the umpteenth time, melting under the warm hands that caressed her back and arms, and in return reached out to feel the Lord of Storms’ shoulders and chest, as if she had yet to realize that she was in the arms of Rudra, the companion of the Great Tanit; then, suddenly, a mischievous smile full of curiosity furrowed her lips and the fingers began to be less delicate, lingering more and more on the flesh of the god as they probed it.

Rudra winced when he felt the girl’s nails pinch him, then he grinned and took Scarlet’s face between two hands, without hurting her: «Will you torture me like Tanit did?», he murmured in a low voice, the tone that contained everything, except innocence; and the redhead smiled, slightly softening her gaze. «No, Great Rudra… I think you have already suffered enough, for tonight; and my Lady does not want to see you bear more than is fair», was the shrewd reply that prompted the other to laugh heartily and to hold the human more tightly against him. «As the little one wishes. But remember, there’s no hurry: you don’t have to get hurt either», he whispered, then brought his face close to hers and kissed her passionately.

The little human quivered a little, feeling the strong arms around her. The Storm was careful as well, covering her with lots of affection and soft caresses. Scarlet felt safe around him, even when he was taller than the Destroyer, he was more calm and relaxed, never hurrying them. Lips locked and a playful tongue made the passion flow and increase; the tiny hand of Scarlet traced small figures around the upper arms of the god, where the blueish ink once stayed, then pressing his skin just a bit. Just when lungs needed some air both stopped and looked at each other. «Dear Lord, would you mind if I ask you where you want to be touched?» Her voice was careful not to make it awkward nor pressure him.

He smiled brightly and adjusted their positions so both were comfortable and spoke: «Since you’re asking about it, I can tell you that my skin is fully touch-starved. I enjoy feeling the slightest and soft kiss and also the most rough and nasty scratching on my back… But if it was up to me, my neck and my chest are the better place to start. » He grinned a little, waiting for her reaction.

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Don't know much about Sukana, can you tell me more about him?

Gladly!!!! Okay, so Sukana is from the series Jujutsu kaisen (its an anime but started off as a mange that's still being worked on to this day. Up to 265 chapters so far but it's honestly really good.)

Big old dang below the line since I'm just going off lol

Regardless, his actual name is Ryomen Sukana how he's called the king of curses in the series and honestly,I love it. He's also like hella ancient since he was originally from the golden area of Jujutsu,also known as the Heian Era. He was a popular legend,known as the Imaginary Demon even though he was just a human sorcerer known as the disgraced one. During the Heian Era, powerful sorcerers of all kind came over to defeat him and give it there all, only to fail in the end. However, when it came to sukanas end, he went outta his way to become a cursed object even after death so he could be reincarnated each time. The cursed objects he became are literally twenty fingers that can be consumed but not destroyed.

Bro looked like this during his Heian Era.

It's actually known as his true form. He's got four fucking arms, four eyes and all together looks like a fucking god. He looks absolutely gorgeous and I'm all for it tbh. I wanna be held by him. His gorgeous.

Regardless, back on track. The actual series starts when the Mc , Yuji Itadori ends up becoming the vessel for Sukana by eating one of the finger jerky. It's wild but Sukana ain't exactly a pleasant being to be a vessel for so Yuji is tormented the entire time. Poor guy.

Sukana though, when he actually has someone has a host, he'll look abit more like them instead of his original form since he's using them as a vessel. The only difference being the multiple eyes, markings and claws that differ the vessel from Sukana. Take a look below

Looks alot more different due to the host situation. However, if the host ends up consuming the twenty fingers then Sukana basically takes the body for himself. So the four arms and fours eyes come back.

I personally like to draw him in his original form since that's actually what caught my attention bout him. I honestly am just so fascinated with his og/true form and his history. In the actual manga, he does state that he sees love as worthless so when a new sorcerer comes to defeat him(and fail), they try to at least teach and show him ways of love since he was human to begin with. So it's honestly incredibly fascinating to watch and know that their legit using love as a utensil to win when it comes to Sukana since he's just that powerful. Like bro, I would honestly give to a try but do it abit differently.

I want to be the one to show him certain things, take the time needed to show him the smallest aspects of life that he could learn to at least appreciate. Cause in the end, it's the small parts that build the foundation to something bigger. And I'm much shorter than him so I'd make a great foundation.(Lol) Regardless, I'm absolutely infatuated with this man. I love everything about him(i don't condone the whole murder thing he does though since obviously murder is wrong). I want to hold him, let him rest his head on my lap while I play with his hair. I want to help him out when he can't figure things out or help him learn from mistakes. I want to be the one he can depend on and come to when something doesn't add up. I would love this man as the earth would love the sun. No matter how deadly he may be, there is still something so gorgeous about him that gives life a different perspective. I would love him not for the fire or power he holds but I'd love him for the radiant glow that he admits. To the sparkles amongst the sky and how his smile shimmers brighter than the gold on a trophy at the end of the finish line. I want to be the reason he appreciates life so that every day he lives, he can learn and love.

I just love him bro. He's gorgeous.