#SO GEORIGIOUS

[secondary-colorentimy]

I LOVE THE EVIL QUEEN!!!!!!! (very well known fact)

[shmowder]

ah, georigy lover. give us your smut hcs on your little "judge"

my gerontophilia is showing again, isn't it?

Where do I start? Where do I begin? Is there a moment of the day where obscene thoughts of that man don't invade my mind?

No, there is not.

How is he so attractive? Is this why I was down bad for Shadowheart's dad before in the other blog? Is this why I wanted to fuck Admiral Hackett so much?

God have mercy.

I'll save you a seat in hell next to mine, anon. For now, let's wallow around in our sin akin to happy pigs in their own filth and sexualise this old man.

His arms oh god his veiny arms! The arms of a weilder, a builder. A sculpter and a sculpture himself. Do you know what it takes to still look this strong and capable for a man his age?

Or how he still puts effort into his appearance. A trimmed combed beard, brushed styled grey hair, and clean smooth skin. He's very well-groomed and majestic.

The apron he wears is doing something to my brain. A kingly grand man like him in such a humble apron, rolled up sleeves and tools at hand. He's not shy to get his hands dirty despite how grandiose he looks and acts. He is truly the ideal man.

Reminiscent of old greek philosophers who were strong enough to hold their own in fights, who backed their words with action and planning, who set the foundations and principles of which whole civilisations were created upon.

I want him to throw me on the bed and manhandle me, even though he will never do it because brutality is not his style. He is far too sophisticated for that.

The idea of him being condescending under the guise of politeness is extremly hot for some reason, how it would fly over my head because I can only understand something when it's as subtle as a brick to the face.

No no, me and you anon, us common folks would never match or catch up to his mind. He'd rather treat us as naive children, actually even lesser, pets more likely.

Don't you want to be his cute little pet that he doesn't bother explaining complex concepts to, because he knows your brain is too small to comprehend it?

He's not blind, he's aware to how much you drool over his body. How shamelessly attracted you are to someone his age and status, tiptoeing the thin line between bravery and stupidity.

Georgiy doesn't even entertain your attempts to make yourself seem anything more than you are. You could try to appear smarter, stronger, or more capable in order to impress him, but he can see right through you.

You don't have to do any of that. He couldn't care less, really. He sees your worth beyond these superficial traits, there is beauty in the mundane, and the best statues were chiseled down from rocks and marble, neither diamonds nor gems.

Be his pet, indulge in your most primal instincts around him. It's only expected you'd want to submit to someone like him, it's in your nature to seek guidance and approval from those older and wiser.

Sit on the floor between his legs, lay your head on his thigh as you watch him work on shaving down a wooden branch, observing the beautiful shape taking form gradually with his careful yet confident movement.

Act as a pet should, nuzzle your face against his shirt until he gives you the attention you're so desperate for. Petting your head and playing with your hair, praising you for remaining patient and so well behaved.

Would you like a collar? He handmade it himself from expensive leather, connected every part with expert craftsmanship. He'd lift your chin so you properly look at him while he fastens the collar around your neck.

Or maybe you'd prefer something more delicate? A silky ribbon that feels unbelievably soft against your skin. Airy fabric that drapes down your collarbone, two strands swaying on a particularly windy day. He'd wrap it around your neck each morning, tie it into a beautiful bow before allowing to be on your way.

Continously fixing it for you throughout the day, asking you to step closer, come here, just like that, what a good pet you are. Let him adjust your collar or fix your loosening ribbon for you.

A proof of ownership around your neck, a constant reminder that you may never escape nor forget as you feel it tickle your throat with every breath you take. Never too confining but neither quite like freedom.

An illusion, a mix of both worlds.

At least he isn't degrading enough to attach a tiny silver bell to it, not that he didn't consider the idea. The temptation is a constant at the back of his mind, yet he'd rather have you ask for it out of your own accord, even if he has to wait.

He has all the time in the world after all, doesn't he?

Being the centre of your whole world, Georgiy is akin to the sun above to you. Having you wrapped around his finger, always nearby, pulling just enough to keep you in orbit but not strong enough to consume you whole with his blazing flames.

You're fragile, he realises. He wouldn't want to accidentally break your mind, neither shatter your world. If dancing with the shadows on the wall makes you content then wouldn't it be cruel of him to snuff out the flames?

No, you may play and live freely. He's as much of a protector to you as the cage's gold-plated bars are to a songbird

The sexual nature of your relationship rarely crosses his mind, it's just not as a prominent part of his life, not anymore, diminished with alongside youth by the time wearing down all forms of novelty and dulling desire.

A tasteful kiss satisfies his needs better than any prolonged nights of animalistic lust. Even as he presses your lips together, it's more sentimental than sexual, pouring his emotions and devotion into it.

Slow and tender, teaching you patience and restraint as you melt against his lips. It's almost sinfully innocent how chaste his kisses are in comparison to the deviant relationship the two of you have.

And yet he is anything but dismissive to your own libido and needs, Georgiy is never negligible of his beloved treasured pet.

He attends to your needs regularly even if he himself doesn't gain any relief from it, using his calloused fingers to bring you pleasure.

Stroking your hair as you move your hips up and down, indulging your carnal needs and bringing you the euphoric release you crave so much.

Expert hands learning how to properly play your body, tuning it, and discovering all of its secrets.

The relationship you share is the furthest thing from what's socially acceptable. It's basic degeneracy plain and simple, even amidst this progressive and open minded town, they'd never understand the dynamic the two of you have.

Neither does he ever expect them to, tha Kains grew used to having their visions constantly doubted and their proven facts dismissed.

Even if the two of you are not on equal footings, even if you are world aparts, you still make it work. Slot together so perfectly like two souls lost in the night, drifting amidst a stagnant sky, a lone planet orbiting a massive star.

[ptera-novaeangliae]

georgiy kain >:))))

fuck you, micah. 

I let this old man die in each and every one of my patho 2 playthroughs.

Headcanon A:  realistic

he dies of the plague

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

Since this ask was sitting in my inbox alongside, Murky, Artemy and Daniil, he’s replaced Sticky as the fourth member of the family and now they just have Old Man Georigy there. They have to feed him while he rambles on about utopias. Daniil is the only one who will engage with him.

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

The same one as above, bc it also crushes my heart

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

Georgiy and Simon were identical twins, Georgiy shares a face model with Isidor so they were all identical chaotic old men that invited Daniil and Artemy to town, and then dug the plague out of the ground as an elaborate prank. As I like to say “In your friend group, which one is the immortal dragon, which one is pretending to be possessed, and which one drinks distilled human organs.”

[themonsterinsidethemind]

Stanbrough

So total au but like imagine they get a surrogate to have their kid but they just aren't having any luck with Stan's sperm so after YEARS of trying they try with Bill's sperm and BAM! The baby is a boy and they name him Georgie Jackson Uris-Denbrough. But everyone calls the kid Jack expect Bill. He cradles this sobbing baby to his chest pacing the floor whispering to the infant. Stan feels his heart break when he hears," Your Uncle Georgie would have loved you babe, but you know all about him. You got to meet him before you came to us huh? Is he still running after boats? Did he tell you all about us? About how much we love you? Did he tell you that Daddy used to stutter? I bet he did." Then Stan watches as Bill looks to the ceiling and tears fall as he hears," Shit Georigie, I miss you kid. Thank you for protecting my baby. But god I hate that you aren't here to give me grief."

[brotherfailed]

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FULL NAME: William ‘Bill’ Denbrough

GENDER & SEXUALITY:  Cis male, My Bill is still a child so he is undecided when it comes to sexuality, though he has shown attraction towards Beverly Marsh and in the future, marries Audra Phillips.

ETHNICITY & SPECIES: White, Human.

BIRTHPLACE & BIRTHDATE: Derry; Maine, 4th Jan 1946

GUILTY PLEASURES: I wouldn’t say Bill has any guilty pleasures but maybe riding his bike SILVER at a reckless speed.

PHOBIAS: Inadequacy, failure, his brother’s ghost, losing those he cares for.

WHAT THEY WOULD BE INFAMOUS FOR:  Bill is far from a trouble maker, but trouble seems to find him.

WHAT HAVE THEY/WOULD THEY HAVE GOTTEN ARRESTED FOR:  Bill will do whatever it takes to protect those he loves, regardless of the consequences.

CHARACTER YOU SHIP THEM WITH: I mainly play young Bill, so I don’t really ship him with anyone. As for older Bill, in canon, he marries Audra, though back in Derry, displays that he still has feelings for Beverly. For me, its all about chemistry.

CHARACTER MOST LIKELY TO MURDER THEM: IT.

FAVOURITE BOOK GENRE:  Horror. As an author himself, Bill draws on his forgotten experiences in Derry to provide material for his books.

LEAST FAVOURITE BOOK CLICHÉ:  The misunderstood villain or romanticising of a villain. 

TALENTS OR POWERS: Bill is a natural leader and a gifted writer. As for powers, he, along with the other Losers, possess latent psychic abilities. For this reason, Bill is the one to engage with IT in a psychic battle during his first encounter with the monster.

WHY SOMEONE MIGHT LOVE THEM: Bill is loyal to a fault and will do anything to protect those he loves, he is also incredibly brave and will risk his own life to do so. As a youth, he is attractive, though in the book Bill is described as homely during his adult years. He is strong willed and has a good sense of humour.

WHY SOMEONE MIGHT HATE THEM: Bill can be stubborn and reckless but his biggest flaw is how critical he is of himself. He often looks backwards rather than forwards, leaving him stuck in the past. He blames himself for Georgie’s death for a long time.

HOW THEY CHANGE: After the death of his brother, Bill’s stutter grows worse and he becomes much more reckless. He doesn’t care about his own life as long as he is able to kill IT to avenge his brother and assure nobody else dies like Georgie. As an adult, he overcomes his stutter, though it worsens once he returns to Derry and he finally learns to let go of the guilt he is holding onto and come to terms with the fact that Georigie’s death was NOT his fault.

WHY YOU LOVE THEM: Bill is not a typical hero. He doesn’t seek glory or romance. He’s an average kid – a bullied one – but he doesn’t let that break him. People are drawn to him and he acts as the glue that holds the Loser’s together. What I love about him the most is his relationship with Georgie. His love and subsequent grief become his motivation throughout his life and helps him to remain strong.

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