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[shams-of-the-wild]

Burning Under Bloody Moonlight (Drink Sunny Stars)

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It was never a good sign when the portals were unexpected, or when it split them up, or when it left them unconscious.

Of course, the latest portal just happens to do all three.

Legend, understandably, is less than pleased. Especially at Hylia.

{Written during a six hour long, sprint prompt of the Linked Universe discord — Prompt: Stars don't shine, they burn}

Word Count: 2,431.

Warnings: Legend has Chronic Pain and PTSD (and is accidentally Irish), Burns, Blood, Cooking, Swearing, Angst and Hurt/Comfort.

A/N: I ended up rewriting this fic three times and I did not intend to make Legend Irish, but here we are, for context, I'm Irish so I know what I'm doing. Also, thank you so much to those who commented on my previous LU fic, genuinely this is the nicest fandom I've been in. 💚 <3

As a heads up, this fic features some non canon compliant headcanons of mine (I will eventually be making a meta series/fic covering all of them), the ones in this fic are: •Blood Moons last all night (instead of fading after midnight), make all monsters (both overworld/sky and in depths) temporarily stronger for the duration, and turns all overworld/sky monsters into the gloom/malice infected versions for the duration. •The Blood Moons can shoot "meteors" that turn into enemies (such as in the cutscene we're shown of that in game). •Sunny elixirs exist and are made using star fragments, please do not try to follow the recipe in game as unfortunately it will only make Dubious Food.

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 Legend awoke with a deep ache in his bones and muscles. The pressure had changed. That was more than easy to tell. The pain was far too strong to be from normal weather changes, especially since they'd just been in Four's era. Fecking portals. Begrudgingly, he blinked open his gritty eyes with a grimace.

 The sand was warm beneath his hands. Warm from the dying light of the sun, washing the sky in a viscous cloudy red. Like blood billowing out of a wound in the darkest depths of the water.

 Red sky at night, sailor's delight.

 It didn't feel like a delight when they were in Wild's era. Especially when the embers and ashes of malice began to bleed from the ground, thin wispy tendrils that clawed and snarled around them.

 Legend pushed himself up off the ground, elbows and knees cracking painfully. Muscles twinging in protest. “Well feck you too.” He grumbled under his breath.

 Waiting a moment so his body would stop trying to complain, he was a hero for the oracle's sake, he took a moment to take in his surroundings. His bag was thankfully only a few metres away, a tad sodden and covered in a fine layer of sand. No sign of anyone else nearby though. Nothing happened as he made his way over to it and slung it over his shoulders with a practised ease. Though his shoes sunk into the sand a little, making each step even more strenuous and painful than usual.

 The beach he was on, was recognisable, luckily. Wild had shown them some photos of it on his slate. Eventide, he had said this island was called. It reminded Legend far too closely of Koholint. Of waking up on the sun warmed shore like a piece of jetsam.

 Then again, Wild had said there was a place on this island called Koholit. Maybe this is what became of the island in the future? Maybe that meant his island had been more than just a dream—No.

 Legend gritted his teeth, he couldn't afford to think like that. Especially when he was alone and there was one of Wild's Blood Moons rising.

 “From the breast of Hylia.” He grumbled to himself 

 He glanced up, the blighted bloody moon began to peek over the treeline. Illuminating the sky and all its numerous scattering of shattered islands hanging in the sky like bloodstained teeth and broken bones.

 A wasp circled around him, distracting him for a moment before buzzing off. But its flight path guided his sight to one sky island that stood out above the rest, a circular looking one that lurked above the island he was on. And on it—aww feck—a Gleeok. A weird looking one, with three heads. It wasn't visible at this distance as to what kind of Wild's Gleeoks it was, but it definitely was one of them.

 Luckily it hadn't noticed him yet. Knowing his luck though…

 Still, the light was waning, and he needed a way to defend himself, so his choice of weapon was more than easy. Nothing better than his good ol' trusty fire rod. Besides, Wild set monsters on fire all the time, and when in Lorule, do as the Lorulians do.

 Best to try to avoid combat as much as possible though, Wild's monsters had only gotten smarter since his latest quest and whilst already naturally black blooded, they still could get infected, and therefore even stronger and more intelligent than normal, like any other era's monsters. And as if that wasn't enough, Wild said his monsters became infused with malice during the Blood Moons, amplifying their strength even more. Meaning, if Legend stumbled across any of Wild's monsters here, they could be up to three times more dangerous than last time he fought them.

 Thankfully the blood moon never affected any other era's monsters, regardless of black blooded status, otherwise he'd be doubly fecked.

 Of course, at the exact moment he thought that, the blood moon pulsated like a thrashing Podoboo Tower. Strange star shaped meteors of malice burst from the moon's surface, like the moon was an active volcano.

 “Shite!” Legend hissed. A malice-star meteor was heading straight for him. He barely even had time to click his Pegasus boots together. Bolting across the sand, directly horizontal from the moon. Still sinking in a few centimetres, still slowing him down.

 He glanced back at the meteor “Feck! Feck! Feck!” The meteor had swerved to follow him, speeding up as well. He wasn't going to be able to outrun this.

 It slammed into his back.

 Right between his shoulder blades.

 It burned.

 Sending him skidding across the beach from the force. Clothes melting into the wound as the sand raked at his hands and face. Tearing bloody grazes across his skin.

 Finally rolling to a stop, Legend lay still. It burned,  it burned. It burned.

 Distantly, he could hear screaming.

 He wasn't alone then, someone else must be hurt. Feck, he needed to help them.

 Legend went to move, to get up. But the agony from his back flared up. Like flames dancing through his veins. Every movement felt sluggish, as if there were multiple gels clinging to him. That meteor must've been a red zol that split on impact.

 His vision began to burn, spots of black and brown began forming, spreading outwards just like how a piece of paper burns. The screaming seemed to have stopped, he couldn't hear it anymore. Though, he couldn't hear anything else either. It was like he was deep under the water again, with only his heartbeat beating silently in his ears, making his ears twitch in discomfort.

 Arse-biscuits… Was all he could think of as everything faded into darkness.

  A bright light shone in Legends face, he groaned, scrunching his eyes tight to try and block it out. Failing miserably.

 Something cool was being rubbed against his back. Numbing the burning sensation partially. He groaned, trying to wriggle away from the touch. Just because it was making it feel better, didn't mean that he was gonna sit here and let some person touch him. For all he knew, they could be rubbing poison or some shit into his wound.

 “Legend, we're not trying to poison you.” A tired voice said flatly.

 A hand grabbed each of his shoulders to hold him still.

 Legend scoffed, great, he was mumbling in delirium. “'At's what some-un' tryna poison me would say.” He slurred in response.

 “I could actually poison you, if you wanted!” A far too cheerful voice responded.

 “Wild, please for the love of Hylia.” The tired voice groaned.

 Ah. Legend stopped trying to wriggle away. Only one person sounded that hypocritically exhausted with them whenever someone said or did something stupid. That meant Wild and Time had found him.

 A disgruntled bark cut his sludge-like thoughts off.

 “And Wolfie too! He's the one that led us to you after you stopped screaming.” Wild added, as if that wasn't obvious from the bark.

 “Thanks Wolfie.” Legend muttered.

 “Aww no thanks for us?” Wild teased.

 He raised his middle finger in the direction where Wild's voice was coming from. “Feck off.”

 Reluctantly, Legend peeled his eyes open. He was facing a cooking pot over a small fire, one that had clearly been used many times. Wild was to one side of the pot, humming and stirring some sort of strange, golden shimmery liquid. Behind the cooking pot was a large chasm surrounded by viscous pulsating malice and swirls of smoke-like gloom.

 He craned his head up. Time's hands let go of Legend's shoulders as he moved.

 Wolfie was further away—on the side opposite of Wild—sitting between the edge of the beach and the start of the forest. His back was turned to them, facing towards the forest, ears pricked up and shoulders flexing from tension. Clearly on watch.

 “The others?” Legend asked.

 Time sighed heavily. “They're safe, Wind contacted us through Wild's slate earlier, they all landed in Lurelin village, they got beds in the local inn.”

 Legend scowled. “Lucky feckers.”

 A silence descended on the group. Or as silent as Wild's era could get, with the crickets chirping, the fire crackling, the waves lapping gently, and the faint squirming of the nearby malice.

 “Wild.” Legend rasped.

 Wild paused stirring whatever the concoction he was making was. “Huh, yeah?”

 “What the feck was that?” He jabbed a finger up at moon, wincing as it pulled at his back wound.

 “Moon's infected.” Wild replied with a shrug, going back to stirring.

 Time nodded sagely out of the corner of Legends eye, as if that made any fecking sense.

 “What. The. Feck.” Legend hissed.

  “Moon's infected.” Time answered.

 Wolfie made a very unimpressed snorting noise. At least someone was on Legend's side today.

 Legend did not whinge, he responded in a very normal pitch and not at all in an accusing and whiny tone. “Your moon shot a meteor at me!”

 Wild cocked his head to one side and stared at him. “Yep. It does that."

  Legend through his hands up in disbelief. “Since when!?”

 Immediately, regretting the action, as the wound burned again. “Feck it all!” He snarled, flinching viciously.

 “Careful.” Time gently pushed Legend's arms down. “I haven't finished rubbing the sunny cream into your burns.”

 “What—” Legend started.

 “—Sunny cream.” Wild cut him off, launching immediately into an explanation. “It's made using crushed sundelions, a newly discovered flower in my Hyrule, capable of treating malice burns. Helps numb the pain too. It's not as effective as eating Sunny veggie porridge, though. But it works in a pinch, especially on someone who's not capable of eating anything due to the wounds, or unconscious.”

 Legend blinked at Wild. “Still doesn't explain what the fuck is up with your moon.”

 Wild made a strangled I-don't-know noise. “Ganondorf infected the moon with stronger malice during the second quest, which as I've told you all, made it much more dangerous and it kinda never went back to normal after I defeated him.”

 “You didn't mention it could shoot fucking malice meteors.” Legend groused.

 Time patted him on the undamaged part of his shoulder. “Welcome to the moon trauma squad.”

 Legend rolled his eyes, though his faint smile betrayed his sarcasm. “Joy.”

 “To be fair, it doesn't normally hit people!” Wild huffed, waving his wooden spoon in emphasis, splashing a few drops of the golden liquid onto the sand. “The meteors usually get close, and then the malice itself coalesces into a gloom infected monster! You got unlucky, it hit you and turned into a malice fire chu-chu. Which is mildly concerning, because I've never encountered any monsters, throughout my quest, that were both elemental and consumed by malice.”

 Legend snorted. “Oh so Hylia just hates me personally then, I see how it is. The feelings mutual, fecker.” Raising both middle fingers up to the sky.

 “You're not aiming at Hylia. The only thing in that direction is a King Gleeok.” Wild rolled his eyes, a quiet laugh in the tone of his voice.

 Legend sighed in dramatic aggrievement. “Feck 'im too.”

 “Oh definitely!” Wild agreed, then froze for a second. A moment later, his face broke into the happiest expression Legend had ever seen Wild express.

“Brilliant!” Wild stopped stirring and began scooping the golden shimmery liquid into a star fragment shaped glass vial. “It's ready!”

 Legend squinted at him suspiciously. “What's ready and why are you so happy about this. Are you finally poisoning me?”

 “Nope but you do get to try my newest elixir experiment! Starry elixir!” Wild stopped the star shaped glass vial, before shoving it right in Legend's face with one hand. He tilted his head to one side again, a finger from his free hand tapping away at his lip as he began to mumble. “Although, technically, it should probably be called sunny elixir, as it works just like the sunny foods and cream. But it's not made with sundelions despite having the same malice purifying effect.”

 “Wild… do I even want to know what you've put in that?” Time asked dryly.

 Wild perked up like a dog. Practically vibrating in excitement. “Four plain chu-chu jellies, and a star fragment! Pretty simple, really. The chu-chu jellies melt into a thick gelatinous water when boiled and stirred, a the star fragment dissolves into stardust, which sticks to the gelatin in the water and once mixed thoroughly, it produces an elixir that fills you with pure light, thereby purifying the malice or gloom! The glow only lasts a few seconds unfortunately, so it's no use as a bright elixir.”

 “That definitely sounds potable.” Legend responded, laying the sarcasm on thick.

 Wild snorted. “You'd be surprised, usually it's more effective if you use dragon horns, or gibdo guts, but I thought you'd want something a little easier on the taste buds.”

 Pursing his lips, Legend glanced at Wild. “Thanks…” He said it perhaps a tad too genuine, as Wild launched forwards, tackling him into a hug.

 “Watch it!” Time snapped.

 Wild stuck his tongue out at him.

 Wolfie barked gruffly in laughter.

 Legend would join in with the laughter, if it weren't for Wild squeezing him like a like-like. He made an awful wheezing noise.

 “Oops, sorry Legend!” Wild apologised, properly handing him the stoppered elixir.

 Legend grimaced. “Why couldn't you just cook me up some sunny foods, you said they were more effective than the cream, yeah?”

 “It's not as effective as this elixir, trust me!” Wild beamed at him. “Once you've downed it, your burns will heal in a flash and you'll feel good as new!”

 Time cleared his throat. “And you've tested this before, right Wild?”

 Wild slapped his hand against his chest in mock offence. “Of course I have! Flora and I have started to drink this all the time whilst exploring the depths!”

 “Urgh, feck it, fine.” He shut his eyes and downed it in one go like a very large shot.

 Immediately he pulled the vial away from his lips, coughing and spluttering. “Feck's sake, Wild. Even the strongest whiskey I've had doesn't burn as bad as this.”

 “It's got stardust in it! Of course it'll burn, besides it's hardly as strong as Goron spice!” Wild argued.

 “Don't remind me.” Legend croaked, though his malice burns had already started shining with golden light.

 “Alright, rest up Legend.” Time instructed. “Wild will make us a boat to reach Lurelin, tomorrow at first light. Wolfie, Wild, and I will alternate between watches.”

 Legend nodded, not even bothering to put up a token fight tonight, already flopping back onto the ground. “Whatever.”

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Thank you for reading! Hopefully you enjoyed this oneshot!

This honestly wasn't supposed to be another Wild gets to info dump whilst cooking fic but I clearly have discovered my niché in this fandom.

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WILD CHERRY AND THE PAPAYA FLIRT (LN4) part 2

pairing: lando norris x onlyfan!reader

summary: it seems that the link between lando and the onlyfans girl become more obvious for the fans.

content warnings: onlyfan mentionned, suggestive content, disgusting men comments, insults, slut-shamming, mention of sugar daddies/baby, maybe bad grammar and english mistakes. thanks to @landonfour who took time to correct 99% of the fic!

author's note: And part 2 is out ! By the way, i don't know what's happening with the letter (being small and big) i'm trying to figure this out! I was thinking about a part three with a written part, what do you think of that? BTW, did you get all the movie references i put in part one? pretty obvious i would say, but funny. 

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When we look back at dictatorships, whether in fascist regimes, communist states, autocratic rule, and totalitarianism, ect. the philosophy’s don’t have all that much in common. One thing they do have in common is a “great leader” or an “emperor”, and more so nowadays a “strongman” who lords over the population with ”an iron fist”, a fancy way of saying they oppress thier people.

Let’s look at WWII. What did Germany’s leader (I heard we weren’t supposed to use the H word but you know who I’m referring to) and the emperor of Japan share in similarities? Not much, if anything at all. After Pearl Harbor America declared war with Japan and as a result of the treaty between Japan and Germany, Germany declared war with America (DUMB!!). What did germanys leader and the emperor of Japan have in common? Did they share any common ground other than the leader was almighty and the subjects were expendable? No. What they had in common is their oppressive rule and the fact that the free countries condemned their style of governance. So whether you have any similarities or not, as an oppressive regime, your only allies are other oppressive regimes. The idiom, your enemies, enemy, is your friend.

Fast forward to now and we don’t have the same style of fascism and dictatorships, in the more developed countries, as back then. Hence it’s not the same kind of harsh oppressive system. More of a soft autocracy. Orban in Hungary and Erdogan in Turkey are a prime example of the “soft autocracy”. Russia is an authoritarian state. Their sham government is a front for the pleasing of the world but, Putin rules Russia as a dictator.

The last thing these authoritarians want is their people to get any wild ideas of individual freedom and liberty. We did screw Russia over good after WWII, and I promise they didn’t forget, but beyond that, they want any democracy to fail. They don’t want their people to see that it is possible to have a thriving free nation. Who is the most power, wealthiest, freest nation on the planet? The United States of America.

China, Russia, Turkey, Hungary, North Korea, they would LOVE to see us destroy ourselves. All that they can do without invoking a military conflict, they will to undermine us, make us seem as if our system of government is feeble, flawed, corrupted, they will, and are. They want to rule over their citizens with fear and divisiveness. Making the population too scared to rise up against them.

This is why, in particular, Russia has been caught meddling in elections all throughout Europe and here in America. It is also why it’s so troubling that Republicans, and Trump in particular, are so keen on people such as Orban and not willing to help a democracy like Ukraine. Trump and Putin being “friends” is not a good thing. Trump is the easiest person to manipulate! All you have to do is complement him or offer him money and he’ll do whatever you want. Orban is an authoritarian! Why is he going and having private meetings with Trump directly after he met with Putin. This isn’t a Sherlock Holmes mystery here! It’s pretty damn easy to see!

Long story shorter than it could be. Russia will be putting out all kinds of misinformation and deepfakes, false stories and made up articles. Check the source! Despite what Trump says, because he only says it due to them being critical of him and covering him appropriately, the established sources, your NBC’s, CBS, ABC, CNN, Washington Post, NY Times, ect. these are credible sources. Are they corporate money making organizations? Yes. Does the press situation in this country need an overhaul? Yes. But these aren’t fake news (I had to laugh while typing that because that’s LITERALLY what Trump calls them) their flawed news but they aren’t social media deepfake, made up, complete fabrications to throw our democracy into turmoil. They will tell you the story as it is happening. The first step in autocratic rule is to limit information to what suits your narrative. Thats why Trump calls them fake. I can’t believe I’m sticking up for the media so much right now but , for reals!…

Check your sources. Know that their is forces that want to see us fail. Want us to be angry and rioting and questioning if democracy works. It does. Trump is a Russian asset, that’s why all this nonsense is amplified the way it is. In 248 years, 60 presidential elections, only the three involving Trump has this whole fraud, stolen election, noncitizen voting bullsh*t ever came up. Just Trump being a traitor. Don’t let the country’s most notorious conman con ya.

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Jokes on You ➻ Prologue

» RATING › 18+ [M I N O R S D O N O T I N T E R A C T] » GENRE(S) › smut, angst, fluff » AU › infidelity, polyamorous, married!au » PAIRING(S) › jimin x reader, yoongi x reader, & jungkook x reader » WORD(S) › 700(w) » SYNOPSIS › It was supposed to be your annual Christmas date that you have every year. A chance to talk and to try to get an understanding of where you are within your arranged marriage but... He didn't show, leaving you sitting in the middle of a crowded restaurant and embarrassed about being stood up by your spouse. It’s okay though at least you have three other men who want to spend time with you. » WARNING(S) › no warning(s) to account for aside from your husband being an absolute shit-head. » SMUT WARNING(S) › none here. will put on each chapter. » ORIGINAL POST DATE › 12/26/2001 » RE-POSTED DATE › 9/9/23 » A/N › Thank you @/saradika for the divider(s)! they’re so cute. Anyway thanks for reading lovelies.

[11:23pm] dickhead: I won’t be able to make it, baby but I’ll make it up to you. I promise. I’m so sorry.

You’ve been staring at his text message for damn near an hour in utter disbelief. What pisses you off more is the fact that he waited until he knew you would be there to tell you. You would have been fine. There are other places you could have been spending your time. Other (deserving) people you could be spending your time on.

However, leaving you here with nothing to go on but this text message he sent an hour ago?

Frustrated doesn’t even begin to describe your mood. You’re trying your hardest not to break your phone or make a scene because what the hell? If this was any other type of dinner, you wouldn’t have cared.

But…

It’s Christmas Eve (soon to be Christmas) and it was his idea to spend the night celebrating. He was the one who made the reservation for the night. He was the one who said he had planned a night in the town. He was the one who told you to wear that red bodycon dress that shows off your assets and makes you look and feel pretty.

And it was him who had you sitting in this fancy-ass restaurant waiting like a damn fool.

You reached out to him to try and figure out where the hell he was but he didn’t even have the decency to call or text you back. It’s only when you leave him a shrew of messages cursing him out is when he shoots back with that half-ass apology.

No explanation as to where he is.

No care in the world of how him leaving you here made you feel.

Sometimes you wonder why you let your parents marry you off to him in the first place. You knew it was for their benefit. Something about their business being in debt and you being the one to (hopefully) bring their business back from the dead through this union. You weren’t truly paying attention. In the end, it didn’t matter because soon after you said your vows they went bankrupt, forcing them to give up everything they worked decades for. You never forgave them for forcing your hand. Especially after you learned the reasoning behind the marriage.

You were their wild child. Their problem child. They hoped you being married would force you to settle down. To give them the grandchildren they desired seeing as their only other child, your sister Eun-ji, had cut all ties (and now you see why honestly).

After a while, you found yourself distancing them from you and your life until you got to a point where you only talked to them every once in a blue moon. Which, wasn’t often. Maybe once every two or three months.

As for your husband… Over time you grew to tolerate his presence within the confines of your house. You could even say you grew to like him but you never loved him.

Not the way he used to love you.

And now, this whole sham of a marriage has been nothing but disappointment after disappointment. That feeling of ’like’ you had slowly dwindled into disdain and in return, you gave up. You're not as upset as you should be but it doesn't matter. You hoped that he would slowly realize how irrelevant he is because you realized it very early on. Honestly, you’re ready to take that next step to leave this burden of a marriage. It not benefiting you anyway.

The first step, however, is getting the hell out of here.

You stand to leave. Brain on overdrive because you want to leave this establishment as soon as possible. You flag down a waiter as another waitress makes her way toward you with what looks like a bouquet of lilies. She mentions he had them reserved for you before bowing and apologizing. You’re getting more pissed off as the time ticks by and the more you look at the flowers, the angrier you become.

All you want to do is go home.

You pay what little bill you had before bowing and apologizing. You hoped the walk to the valet outside wouldn’t be that terrible but, of course, nothing ever goes to plan. 

You turn to leave and immediately smack right into a waiter holding a tray of drinks. The tray crashes to the floor as the vase of lilies falls and crashing to the ground causing it to shatter. She apologizes profusely, trying to wipe off the remnants but it’s a little too late. Your favorite dress is ruined and you’re already growing sticky. It’s uncomfortable and it makes you feel repulsed. You know it’s not her fault, rerouting your anger to your soon-to-be ex-husband. You tell her it’s fine when she offers to get you another vase for the flowers but you refuse. You didn’t even want them in the first place.

Finally outside, you wrap your coat tighter around your body as the valet brings your car around. You thank the man and give him a small tip before settling, you let your tears of frustration fall. Embarrassing doesn’t even begin to describe how you feel. From being stood up to having drinks dumped on you (not intentionally of course), you wondered how could this night get any worse.

Glancing at the clock you realize it’s almost thirty minutes away from being Christmas and you’re about to spend it alone. Although, you don’t want to go home. You don’t want to see his face and you for sure, don’t want to be in the same house with him. You much rather spend it with someone you know who wants to spend it with you.

You groan, tossing the present (you wish you hadn’t had) for him to the back seat. You don’t want to look at it anymore, a reminder of a horrible night.

“I should call him…” You grumble and scroll through your contacts until you see the person you’re looking for. You dial his number and he picks up on the third ring. Excited that you had time to call. You shouldn’t be this thrilled to talk to another man that’s not your husband but… the would have mattered if this marriage was a complete farce.

“Hey…” You sigh in relief, knowing the night is going to be just fine and he leaves you in a much happier mood after the shit show you’ve just endured

You can skip chapters to who you want to read!💖

Prologue

Choice 01⇢ Yoongi ⇢ Bittersweet  ⇢  6k+

Choice 02 ⇢ Jungkook ⇢ You Make Me Better  ⇢ 5.6k+

Choice 03 ⇢ Jimin ⇢ You & Me ⇢ TBA

Epilogue

[wastelandkatze]

ENTRY 4: The rest of the companions heard (friends') Tavs/Durges going at it one night [NSFW]

ft. my Tav, Briar, their love interest, Astarion (pre-relationship, post Act 1) and my friends Tavs/Durges: Kiyo (@dumpups)'s Durge Raegan x Karlach, and Khim's Ngojo x Gale!

CW: mature content TW: mentions of loud semi-public seggs, like they're really going at it damn...

click here for the AO3 link of this entry

“Ugh,” Briar tumbles and twists on their bedroll, even pulling their blanket over their head in hopes of drowning the wild ruckus from the adjacent tent. It didn't work of course, now with the moans followed by wet slapping of skin. The warlock pulls their hair, wondering when they’ll get a good night’s sleep, and makes a mental note to tease Raegan about their orchestra tomorrow. Maybe give them a crunchy smack on the back of their head, too. It’s great to finally have the paladin back from their homecoming, and Karlach undeniably missed the hell out of their lover who's been gone for several weeks, having forced to spend her nights alone again. But gods, couldn’t they conjure a room or something? Does it have to be now? Does it have to be here?

Briar, now with their blanket worn as a cloak, begrudgingly grabs the Bhaalspawn memoir they’ve been studying (almost throwing it towards Karlach and Raegan’s shared tent), and steps out of their shelter to look for a quieter place to snooze in.

As soon as they thought they’re safe from witnessing any more private moments, Briar was almost blinded by the purple light show emanating from Gale’s tent. Counting it as their mistake to pry more, their jaws now agape from the contorted shadows of the wizard and his sorceress, Ngojo. Thankfully, both mages took camp to consideration (unlike Karlach screaming Raegan’s name), making use of a Silence spell, but the shadow theater-ish spectacle they projected sure looks crazy. Ngojo did mention one time how Gale had this book that showed different ways of lovemaking. And it’s just in Briar’s luck that Gale and his lover decided that now, too, is the perfect time to experiment.

With no more interest to see how much more arms can sprout from the wizard’s body, Briar bolts straight to the tent that’s farthest from camp: Astarion’s tent– the only tent with an inviting light and, fortuitously, absence of any malicious activities. They peeked through the open flap of its entrance, curious to discover that the tent is vacant. The vampire must have been in the woods, hunting for sustenance. So, Briar helps themself, rounds a little corner inside while being careful of Astarion’s belongings, and reads to sleep. The chapter was as boring as they expected it to be, catching themself fluttering their eyes and banging their head in a whiplash, waking them up as they hit someone’s head.

“Ow!” the voice grunted. Briar glances on Astarion huddled close to them. There’s even a trail of drool from their mouth to the vampire’s shirt sleeve. “Sorry,” the warlock responds half-awake, wiping their saliva with their hand, “How long have I been using you as my pillow?”

“Not long.”

Briar hums, matching his unbothered demeanor, “I hope you don’t mind me staying here for the night.”

“Darling, you know I can do last-minute arrangements for you,” he smirks. Briar swats his shoulder, earning another “ouch” from him.

“Stop being a creep. You know we agreed to keep it casual when it’s just the two of us,” then they stretch until a joint popped to place, “We’re buddies, aren’t we?”

“Whatever you daywalkers call it, sure,” Astarion rolls his eyes, then pats his shoulder. Briar raised a brow. “You said we’re buddies, so come here and keep me warm before my undead body freezes in place.”

“No preys sucked dry tonight?”

“The woods are apparently a sham,” he sighs, “unless you’re offering in kindness.”

“Not tonight, sorry. I need some rest,” Briar mumbles, settling their head on his rigid shoulder while sharing their blanket with him. Astarion sits stiff, still uncomfortable with the contact’s lack of sexual intention, something he was used to.

“Gods,” Briar sighed, snapping him away from those thoughts, “If only you know how everyone’s really going at it tonight.”

“Oh, I saw. They are quite the show.”

“Please spare me the details,” Briar opens their book to where they left it off, now sharing it with Astarion as he accompanied their reading time—amused with how repulsed the warlock is. As traces of feral noises ultimately died down, so did the warlock, who didn’t last five minutes in reading and dozed off peacefully on the vampire’s shoulder. He avoided ruminating on thoughts that would sour his mood, simply focused on the warmth that his companion radiated before he entered trance. When he awoke to the sunlight’s gentle caress on his cheek—something he’ll never tire of, the same weight remained: of the blanket around him, and of the warlock’s head that now lay on his lap.

His finger twitches as he catches himself fixing the strand of hair on their face. This isn’t good; he’s acting soft again.

divider by @saradika-graphics

[dekusleftsock]

So I went on a tangent in this post about Dabi—here’s what I think about toga and near death experiences.

I have changed my mind on some stuff I said there as a preface, but moving on: I still believe most of if not all of what I said about Dabi in that post.

And THIS POST TALKS ABOUT SELFISHNESS TOO; so let’s talk about selfishness and love.

To start I want to establish two ideas that I think horikoshi is pushing within the story.

1: Selfishness is inherently tied to villainy, it has no connection to “true heroics”.

2: What selfishness IS tied to, is love.

Selfishness is inherently tied to villainy because selfishness is not a heroic trait.

I feel like saying “it’s not seen as heroic to be selfish” isn’t that much of a stretch, but I feel like it’s an idea people haven’t inherently tied to mha, or seen as something involved with mha at all. So, let me (try) to explain.

All of the villains have, in one way or another, done their villainy in a way that is both convenient and selfish. Toga wants to create a world in which she is accepted into, and she sees that world as an anarchist state where anything and everything is allowed—there’s no government, go wild!

And while she didn’t ORIGINALLY believe this, neither when she followed stain, or joined the league—it was this scene that she truly understood how to get what she wanted in a world she could create. She wanted to love and be selfish for her love. Whether that's because she actually wants that vs what she thinks she can get by following Shigaraki are two different things.

All toga truly cares about is the ones she loves and being free. Hell, stain had a death of the author moment: villains followed him because he killed heroes and NOT BECAUSE he believed most heroes didn’t follow “true heroics”.

He refers to “false heroes” as shams, villains as criminals who create mischief, he looks down on iida, being selfish for the love of his brother, because he is a false hero.

Stain, someone who represents true heroics, hates selfish greed. By every definition of the word, stain would hate Izuku right now.

Stain hates the greed (selfishness) of heroes and he hates the mischief (selfishness) of villainy. Allmight, is not selfish.

Dabi wants to make his father suffer out of the love he wished he had—a cry for attention than anything else. The love he craves from his family has made him selfish. He cares about nothing else and ESPECIALLY not himself because there is no purpose to his life, so why try?

Shigaraki wants to destroy the world because it destroyed him first. Shigaraki represents villainy and ultimately selfishness. (He may do it for some sort of love, like the love of his family before it was all destroyed, therefore destroying the world and himself for taking it from him, but I don’t remember much about Shigarakis character I’m ngl LMAO SORRY-)

Twice wants to kill and protect the love of his now “family” that the lov has become. That’s why when hawks offered him "selflessness", even if this is a selfish act on hawks' part because he is a villain, he chose to be "selfish"—while seen as a selfless act, it is for the villains, therefore selfish. That is why hawks, another representation of true heroics and selflessness, took the life of his friend. Because both of their characters are both selfish and selfless for their respective actions.

It quite literally couldn’t be heroic. GOD I GOTTA TALK ABOUT TWICES DEATH ON ITS OWN ITS SO INTERESTING.

Moving on, afo, the biggest baddest villain of them all, is also being selfish for love. This may seem like a stretch, I know, but the way ofa treats Yoichi, trying to give him a quirk, trying to create a world for both himself AND yoichi, is in itself selfish—and for love.

Allmight, the true hero, the hero that follows heroics, who dehumanizes himself to become a symbol of peace, does not have romantic love. He has stayed single his entire life. All of the people he loves have been pushed away. And Izuku, the kid he loves, has made him selfish. He’s shown favoritism, as Aizawa often points out. That is selfish.

So, why is love selfish?

And this question is why Toga, the most selfish of them all, is the symbol for love in this series; because when we think of conventional love, we think of someone sacrificing themself, being altruistic, being heroic. THATS why it’s truly interesting to make a villain represent love.

Love isn’t supposed to be selfish. And, in ANY STORY EVER, love is seen as selfless. Pearl from Steven Universe sacrificed everything for rose, though selfish when she is gone. Catra is selfless when she is doing things for adora, and while she is gone she is selfish and angry. Adora is selfless in general, but for catra she is especially self sacrificing. Zelda sacrifices herself for Link and he does the same. And the list goes on and on, love makes us selfless. The number one god damn love trope is “oh no person I love is dying, let me take that bullet for them". Love is supposed to make us better people, it makes us love others.

Peter Parker is a selfish kid until his uncle, aunt, and Gwen, the people he loves, make him heroic.

Deadpool is selfish until his love and ambition to always impress Spiderman, make him a better person. At first he "uses" spiderman to get closer to Peter Parker (how tragic), but then because he cares too much about what Spiderman thinks of him, he doesn't. Love makes Deadpool selfless and heroic.

So that’s what makes mha’s idea of love so INTERESTING. LOVE makes you selfish. It makes you want to grab it and keep it in a little jar and never let it go. People crave love.

Ochako is pretty damn selfish too. She’s not immune from this label, seeing as she has almost sacrificed her and aoyamas grade for this love, and is currently betraying the heroes in every way right now: she is seeing a villain as a person. And not only is she seeing a villain as a person, she’s INVITING HER to her side, offering her blood, she’s not killing the villain that “needs” to be killed right now—she’s doing what hawks couldn’t. She is trusting her and refusing to take a life.

After all, Zero Gravity isn't a quirk made to hurt people.

And, in every example of Izuku’s love, he is selfish. Monoma insulting Katsuki? Angered and goes berserk. Hides that emotion when asked about it because GOD FORBID he tell him.

(Btw when I was looking for this chapter to screenshot this scene, I completely forgot how fucking freaky deku unlocking blackwhip was?????)

ITS LITERALLY IN RED BOLDED TEXT?????? Shit is so fucking BEINSSJ IT MADE ME A LITTLE FREAKED OUT JUST A BIT

Another little side note but because of how serious the manga is I’ve forgotten how much of a comedy mha truly is (combined with the fact that the anime just doesn’t deliver jokes as funny)

Shit made me actually giggle

Love makes us selfish because love makes us HUMAN. The thing with heroics and heroes is that, much like in stain or allmight's eyes, being a hero means to be inhumanly empathetic and self sacrificing. This is why a hero like ochako is interesting, having parallels with someone so self sacrificing and heroic in a chapter where she is being selfish...

Maybe the selfishness of a girl, going against everything in heroics, will change that.

MOVING ON… there is an exception to this rule… and I’d like to talk about him.

Bakugou Katsuki - Love made you selfless

SO UH, YK HOW IVE BEEN SAYING HOW LOVE MAKES YOU SELFISH IN THE STORY??? HOW ITS SECRETLY VERY HEROIC?? Well now let’s talk about how love DOESNT make you selfish…

So it’s actually something much bigger than love, and I think out of everyone here, it’s Katsuki who proves that fact. I got a couple other people who are exceptions to this little theory too, we'll talk about them.

So why is Katsuki different? What makes him special in this formula?

The simple answer to that question, in my opinion, is because he has learned to control his feelings; and he did it in a way that hasn't been done before. Katsuki has ACCEPTED WHAT HIS FEELINGS ARE. He has let himself and his feelings be something that is okay to have. You know that trope where Izuku is the one who is super inclined to his feelings and he helps Katsuki figure them out? Yeah that trope is nowhere close to canon, even if Izuku cries a lot and is kinda feminine.

Do I think Izuku knows he is in love with Katsuki? Hell no. Do I think that is because he has taken a conscious effort not to? Absolutely, that oblivious idiot is, in fact, an idiot. Accidentally shaming the queer character for how she loves because he didn't really understand it is like, such a common fucking gay internalized homophobia trope. You can't change my mind.

Katsukis and Ochakos whole arcs are interesting because, while they are heroes, they started off very selfish. And since then their arcs have surrounded learning to be more selfless, more accepting/open about their love, and finally, sacrificing themselves for their love. The same happened with La Brava, Gentle Criminal, Kaminari and Jirou, Kirishima and Mina.

La Brava, Gentle, and the rest MIGHT get their own post, we'll see. I just don't see a smooth transition for it here and this post is TOO FUCKING LONG IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE CUTE AND SHORT.

ANYWAY. Think about it like this: if Izu//ocha was gonna be canon they would have taken a bullet for the other by now. INSTEAD, both have taken either two stab wounds or chest wounds for their same-sex rival/enemy.

Ochako is stabbed once in the training arc, and now twice with the newest official chapter 392.

Katsuki is stabbed in the chest JUST missing his heart by Shigaraki during the first war, and then twice for his death on shigaraki's coffin in the sky.

Ochakos may not SEEM like a sacrifice but remember that the first one was taken to keep her on the ground and keep her and Tsu safe, and the second was a direct sacrifice to save her. I'm sure she would do it again if she had to.

Katsukis are both very obvious sacrifices for Deku, once to literally jump in the way, the second because he wanted to beat shigaraki and hold him off as long as possible for deku to be there.

Toga has killed (or possibly just damaged) an old woman to talk to her, during the first war, and she (possibly) drugged and stole the blood of Camie in order to get close to Izuku.

Deku has almost tried to kill uh... multiple people. Mostly accidentally, but definitely very possessively. Monoma with blackwhip, Mr Compress, Shigaraki, and Shigafo. Damn when you frame it like THAT it's almost like Izuku would be the unhealthy one out of the two of them... but people who call bkdk toxic never talk about that one huh....

Maybe the reason people ACTUALLY hate Katsuki and Toga is because they challenge the status quo..

Maybe its because they represent queer people wanting to love freely, to change the world to a "deviant" society....

Katsuki love is selfless because he has accepted HIMSELF as not a deviant, a bully, what have you. So why am I saying Ochako is still selfish?

Lord and what I'm about to say here is EXACTLY WHY I think Horikoshi is actually amazing at writing women and wlw vs mlm relationships.

Ochako is still going to be seen as selfish because she loves a woman and not because she is a villain. ALRIGHT AND HEAR ME OUT HERE OKAY, I CAN HERE THE PEOPLE SCREAMING ALREADY JUST LET ME COOK.

Katsuki cannot be PUNISHED for being with Izuku on a legal level, where Ochako CAN BE. AND OFC LITERALLY IN THE STORY ITS BECAUSE TOGA IS A VILLAIN. Ochako isn't exactly "following the rules" as Tsu mentions in chapter 392, and she continues to not follow the rules in 393.

THIS, THIS is why Toga cannot, should not, never be, a normal civilian or hero. DO I BELIEVE SHE WILL EVENTUALLY? OF COURSE, IM A SAPPY MOTHERFUCKER WHO LOVES YURI.

THE POINT I AM TRYING TO MAKE... is that Toga as a queer symbol and the symbolism that therefore surrounds her and Ochako, is about being a lesbian couple in a society that already doesn't accept you as a woman.

A little Japanese culture and context, being trans in Japan is actually.. more normal and accepted than being gay is. Is it any easier? Of course not, you have to be infertile to get post-op surgery, and you have to be post-op to get the legalized status of your gender. It's not easy. And there is a brutalization problem over trans people like there is everywhere in the world.

However, there is a different idea of conservatism than there is here, in at least America. Conservatism in Japan is much more about preserving the status quo, whereas here, it's about preserving the past. MEANING, you can be your gender, so long as you are still conforming to society with your "chosen" gender. It's also probably why Tiger most likely got post-op surgery outside of Japan when he originally transitioned.

As of now however, same sex marriage is not legalized in Japan, and in fact only one Asian country as legalized it, Taiwan. That legalization only happened back in 2019.

So the reason why Katsuki and mostly Toga continuously challenge the status quo, one as a delinquent and the other as a deviant, come off as almost corruptive to their respective crushes.

But Toga will ALWAYS BE SEEN AS MORE DANGEROUS because she is a woman who will pray on other women. Toga is symbolism for the corruption/deviancy/perverted "nature" over women who love other women openly. I talked about here on Toga's deviancy and perversion from her status as a woman who loves other women, and that the boob grab moment was ANOTHER form of symbolism. Much like Toga is a "Full Fledged Villain" she is a "Full Fledged Pervert" because she is trying to fulfill the status of a dangerous sapphic. Her bisexual ass doesn't "belong" in society much like her villainy doesn't belong in hero society.

AND THIS IS WHY EVEN THOUGH OCHAKO HAS TECHNICALLY DONE THE SAME THINGS KATSUKI HAS, SHE IS STILL SELFISH SIMPLY BECAUSE SHE DOES NOT FULFILL THE STATUS QUO. ANd i KNOW KATSUKI ISNT EITHER. IM AWARE.

BUT.. Katsuki is a man and he is also closeted, Toga is not and therefore paints the picture for Ochako to be selfish for being openly Sapphic.

Lord I hope that made sense. Feel free to correct me or simply add to the conversation. I'd like some diverse opinions on this topic too, do you think Ochako is supposed to be seen as selfish? Selfless? Seriously lmk I feel like shes both selfish and selfless.

ALSO IF YOU DIDN'T NOTICE, I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO THE NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCES PART. THAT IS BECAUSE THIS POST LOST ME AND IVE BEEN WRITING THIS SINCE 10AM THIS MORNING AND HAVE ONLY TAKEN A BREAK FOR A THIRTY MINUTE LUNCH AND A VIDEO ESSAY I WAS WATCHING. I HAVE BEEN WRITING FOR SEVEN HOURS AND IT WASNT SUPPOSED TO BE THIS FUCKING LONG.

It's just about selfishness and love now bro idfk how we got here.

[crazylittlejester]

Hi Shams-of-the-Wild here, I know I just reblogged that Wars age at the end of the war ask/post but I just thought of an au kinda inspired by that, where AoC got dragged into the WoE as well because then we get the angst of Warriors bonding with a fellow soldier/captain Link who's roughly the same age and has a similar experience with leading an army with little experience.

Only for Warriors to shortly after get thrown into LU once the war ends, remeeting Mask who's now Old™ but at least remembers him. (I love wind but not sure about how old you HC Wind in the war so I'm leaving him out of this), and Wild who is not in fact AoC Link but the original BotW universe Link who died during the Calamity and therefore doesn't know him and is exactly the same age as Wars "last saw him". (Not that Warriors knows that at first, because that's clearly his soldier link buddy from his war but extremely scarred and sadly doesn't recognise him at all)

How distressing must it be for Warriors to meet the mirror of someone he got so close to during the war, only to find out they're not even the person he knew but a version of that person who died instead. That's got to absolutely mess with his head slightly and even his fighting, because he'd be subconsciously expecting Wild to act or fight alongside him a certain way, which would trip Wars up when Wild doesn't do what he expects and then he feels guilty about it. Especially when he finds out that Wild and AoC Link are in fact from different timelines.

OUGH. THIS ONE HURT.

(this is beautiful and such a cool idea btw, and im obsessed with it. the ANGST potential- because every time Wars looks at Wild he’d see his friend who he misses) OUGH.

[shams-of-the-wild]

Gloomiest Hand that glows in the dark depths for the LU Discord sprint prompt: “Ugh, hands... Why did it have to be hands?!”

[barbwillbrb]

what’s mortimer’s backstory i think i missed the post about that

To be honest I am still hammering out some of the details for him/his daughter for BG3 (straight up, this game has been my first foray into DnD stuffs, so I'm still picking up the lore/trying to make sure my character ideas can work for this world, so everything is still a bit under construction). I've been tagging my thoughts with him as tav: mortimer on my blog.

Mortimer/Lucille reference sketches and headcanons

Mortimer scar/casual wear reference and more headcanons

Possible end-game ideas for Mortimer/Lucille

Some Mortimer history and how he and Lucille would handle specific scenarios in game.

Basic facts/timeline for him is as follows:

Mortimer's human, age 42 currently, and is the only child of a messy affair/sham marriage between his father (a nobleman) and mother (his father's bodyguard/assassin). The two fought tooth and nail, and separated while he was young; he was primarily raised by servants, namely his dad's primary butler, and spent a lot of time by himself when not in their company.

He showed magical talent at a fairly young age, and from his late teens/mid twenties was formally studying magic under an apprenticeship. He was considered extremely quiet/aloof, and likely came off a bit of an obnoxious snob/know it all if you did speak to him back then (he was less interested in socializing/people and more interested in examining practical uses of magic for everyday, more layman applications. He was namely interested in maximizing the potentials of cantrips and playing around with rules/constraints for smaller level spells).

At age 25, Mortimer left his apprenticeship (for what he thought was a brief time, maybe three weeks) to accept an arranged marriage set by up his father. It was not a surprise, but something he knew was coming/proposed for a few year. Unfortunately, he was left unaware of the fact the family he was marrying into was tied to the cult of Bhaal. After leaving his apprenticeship, he disappears from public view and spends the next few years imprisoned/affiliated with the cult.

Mortimer just exists/does what he needs to do to survive, accepting his place in the cult. At 26, Lucille is born (she is a traditional Bhaalspawn, not Durge). She is a particularly violent child who starts showing signs of Wild Magic sorcery while she's a toddler, so she quite literally burns through her caretakers. She is markedly calm/soothed in Mortimer's presence, however.

At 30, Mortimer gets a chance to flee from the cult and escapes with Lucille. The following two years are fraught, spent on the run-- while he knows how to fight/kill/maim/poison from his time at the cult, he can't call on his magic successfully/spells just don't come when called and he can't cast anything beyond a fucking cantrip. So he does something very desperate and very stupid (but when you feel you've already damned your soul already, what's a little more sin?). Mortimer seeks out a creature he met during his time with the cult (and this mind you is where I am really muddling my way through shit): an alhoon (mindflayer seeking lichdom). The relationship with his patron is both parasitic and symbiotic-- he regularly kills/kidnaps people to assist in extending his patron's life, seeks out/steals information dealing in necromancy, and allows his patron to use him essentially as a test subject. Calling on higher level spells/magics physically alters him; parts of his body have become swallowed in swirling, thick shadows beneath his skin.

He was in Baldur's Gate trying to get information on the Necromancy of Thay and investigate his patron's concerns revolving renewed cult involvement when he was captured on the Nautiloid.

[this-aint-massachusetts]

Working on a Derek Danforth fic, here’s a small snippet of what’s gonna be in it

Note: Reader is male in this and this has not been beta read yet so apologies for any typos or sentences that might not make sense

A maid had already poured a glass of whiskey for Derek who walked over to it and quickly downed it at once; he then went and sat on the couch next to his new husband, who was busy on his phone.

Derek looked over, "The hell's that?" He asked, taking notice of the phone that appeared to be soaking up a lot of his husband's attention.

“…My phone?” You responded with a confused tone as you motion to the phone in your hand.

"Yeah." His tone held irritation.

"How many times have I told you to limit that?" He scoffed then glanced down at the screen, "What... Are you reading?"

“News articles. And are you seriously getting on my ass for this? You literally post on instagram every second of the day. And does it really matter what I do?” You asked as you glanced at his glass of whiskey in his hand with a look of disgust. It was barely even 12 ‘o clock yet and he’s already drinking?

"My page is about business,” That sentence was already bullshit. The most business related thing he’s posted is how proud he is of scamming the elderly. “And the photos are for the media." He continued, a sly smile spreading about his lips as he raised his glass to his lips again, "And it matters, actually, you're mine after all, and as such I expect you to do what I ask."

“Excuse me?” You asked with distain in your tone as you stood up. I don’t recall you owning me. I may be legally binded to you but that doesn’t mean I’m your pet. And remember, your on a leash too. You know this is all for your mothers campaign. You don’t want it getting out that we’re a sham do you? You know how badly it could fuck up your moms election and life, along with ours. The media already tears into us like wild dogs.” You say coldly with narrowed eyes. You notice the boldness leaving his eyes as you mention he’s basically on his mothers leash.

He sits down in the ivory colored velvet clad chair across from you and places his glass onto the marble counter top in between the two of you. He falls silent as he thinks over your words.

[landothemuppet]

WILD CHERRY AND THE PAPAYA FLIRT (LN4) part one

pairing: lando norris x onlyfan!reader

summary: lando norris indeed goes on OF and being a fan of a certain girl.

content warnings: onlyfan mentionned, suggestive content, disgusting men comments, mention of sugar daddies/baby

author's note: okayyyy well, I have to say that those rumors about Lando really helped me to right this first part. I think it would be two short part, maybe three. I hope you will enjoy this, please be kind to me.

yourinstagram

liked by nobodycaressss5 and 1,587 others yourinstagram 🍒 → sugardaddy67 could give everything to taste your sweet lips → robertutterbate show me more, my babygirl → nobodycaressss5 nice → mrbigredboss did you receive my gift, my sweet baby? liked by yourinstagram

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yourinstagram posted a story

nobodycaressss5 even if you would be stunning in that, i have to say: wrong team, girl yourinstagram First, it was a cute gift from someone. Then, which teams should i wear, then? nobodycaressss5 From one of your daddies? idk why but i'm sure papaya would suits you better or nothing...would be even better yourinstagram None of your business, you noisy little weirdo oh, so you want me naked? what would you do if i was? nobodycaressss5 Not a really nice way to talk to someone who wants to be nice Treat you well, honey...treat you so well, better than all of your daddies yourinstagram bold of you, empty pp...

twitter

yourinstagram posted a story

nobodycaressss5 are your flirting with me, babygirl? yourinstagram should i? nobodycaressss5 don't know, what's the papaya about? yourinstagram testing the merch before wearing the actual color nobodycaressss5 so you considering about me sending you gift? yourinstagram mhmm, maybe, if I like the taste, maybe you should start to show me how you treat me better than the others... nobodycaressss5 can't wait to show you... yourinstagram my turn.. what's the papaya about? what's the matter behind that particular color? nobodycaressss5 let me first see you in papaya and then i will tell you, babygirl

gossipwags

liked by nowislan, infourlando, and 7,854 others

gossipwags it seems like our national Lando Norris loves to like some sulfurous instagram account those days. Lando's parasocials are wild and non-reciprocal on this account. (@)yourinstagram is a faceless instagram account with a red aesthetic (seem our papaya boy likes kinda a Ferrari girl), with some pretty implicit content. Also, she seems to have a link on her profile leading to an OF paid page. What do you think?

yourinstagram

liked by nobodycaressss5, and 1,989 others yourinstagram Imagine me; I shall not exist if you do not imagine me. (Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov, 1955) show more comments → landonowiss ugh, she's quoting a pedophile ↳ ln4swiftie educate yourself, you moron. → bobnorris Not Lolita 😩 → nowinfornorris whore ↳ charlandosupremacy slut-shamming could be illegal ↳ nowiiis she's asking for it, quoting some perv books, having an onlyfans ↳ ln4swiftie (@)nowiiis again, educate yourself...and girl can do whatever she wants, that doesn't make her a whore. We're in 2024.

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[hey-its-sybarite]

Remember: You Are Prey

[In mythology the ancient and wild Gods were recast] in a more bloodless and pro-human-society light. I’d argue that this parallels a major shift in how popular storytelling has changed the story of the vampire: increasingly humanising them and showing them working inside of human society and its rules, instead of being a destructive force that hurts us.

How many vampire stories now feature characters who only target the evildoer? Who channel their monstrous natures in ways that benefit humans? Who are inspiring and even loveable to humans?

I’d say too many. We neutered horror in our story telling. Pulled its fangs or worse, made those fangs sexy. Something about the way this incarnation of Interview With the Vampire is unfolding suggests that this has been our mistake. They aim to remind us not simply of our empathy and love for the monstrous, but of our fear of it.

The trial, too, is a recurring feature in stories where humans grapple with the supernatural and horrific. It’s an overlay of human reason, fairness, judgement and control, human morality, on the random, cruel and violent nature of forces previously believed beyond our sphere of influence, outside of prayer, sacrifice and ordeal. The trial is our triumph of reason over the terror of millennia of Gods and Monsters. Of our ability to protect ourselves, we who were once merely another prey animal.

Trials are so modern and so human, even when the trial itself is a sham or when the punishment is barbaric, the fact that a trial exists at all is narrative evidence that humans have some control over their world. But Interview With the Vampire is a horror story and I think it’s going to pose the question of whether humans can actually hold the horrors at bay, especially when we’ve recast our old supernatural foes as romantic heroes in our new mythology.

This criticism of the audience is of the audience in the theatre for The Trial, yes. But also of us viewers, and even of the people making the show. We’re all complicit because we all enjoy telling stories this way. We’ve trapped ourselves here, come willing to our doom and doomed others along the way.

((This is from a more detailed post, one of two on Francis Bacon and the Greek Furies, hence the abrupt beginning, apologies.))