#and she's so valid for that. 😤

[echthr0s]

ok because i am curious about dragon age, calpernia and samson? (and for ffxiv, hm, thoughts on lahabrea?)

I'm gonna be honest with you, I really did not pay Samson much attention aside from "wow his whole situation sure was fucked up huh", which is probably a travesty in retrospect but I cannot be responsible for the crimes of my former self

and I... *squints* barely remember Calpernia x_x whoops.

Samson isn't exactly Anansi's type but Anansi does have a lot of sympathy for 1) templars who don't follow the rules and 2) lyrium addicts so that's the basis for something, I'm sure. the whole Red Templar business does complicate matters. fortunately I love complications (but like I said, it's been a long time and my DA loreweaving loom is uhh rusty. can looms get rusty--)

now. fuckin Lahabrea lmao

his characterisation in the early game was always a bit... flat, for me, I guess, and I think that's just a product of the Ascians not having been totally fleshed out as a concept back then, but I never latched onto him aside from thinking it's funny that he was just wearing a Scion for a while and no matter how many times I play ARR I somehow never even notice that Thancred is gone until the Mor Dhona quests LMAO (sorry, Thancred)

but when it comes to Pandaemonium Lahabrea...... well, okay, yeah. there's Potential there, for sure. specifically, the potential is Dayir sidling up to Lahabrea and going, "ok so hear me out. we don't unmake Hephaistos. not right away, anyway... and we can...." *stage whispers some stuff that'd make Menphina blush*

Themis: 0_0 *covers Erichthonios's ears*

[lesbienneanarchiste]

Obligatory disclaimer that I don't think this is gospel or that the complaints aren't valid bc they are and I will probably continue to complain myself, this is just me spitting into the void a few minutes after waking up while I wait for my coffee to be done. But. I sometimes suspect that a lot of people who complain about the quality of cultural media these days, e.g. movies and books etc, need to just like. Learn how to find the good shit. Is the sequel-and-rebootification bad for film culture as a whole? Yes obviously. Is the tiktokization of a lot of pop music bad for music culture as a whole? Obviously yes. However. Have you considered watching/listening to/reading something that wasn't written in a year starting with a 20? Has it occurred to you that maybe ""booktok"" is not only whatever the first person you see when you search #booktok on the app says? And that there are many people talking about all kind of excellent new releases that show there are plenty of books with literary merit still being written? Published even?

Perfectly valid complaint to be angry about the way arts and media have devolved into Content but I also think some of you are just bad at finding new stuff so you keep reconsuming the same things over and over and talking about how nothing meaningful has ever been made in the last decade.

[v41entine]

Ppl referring to cass as rose... who are u

[astonmartinii]

cutie patooties | max verstappen social media au

pairing: max verstappen x fem leclerc!reader

just them terrorising the world with their cuteness (and collecting the younger drivers)

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR | SMALL BUSINESS

yourusername

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yourusername: he loves redline more than me 🙄

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user1: obsessed with how she's like "oh you wanna ship max with my brother" and then takes lestappen out back and shoots them

user2: as she should, she's the cutest leclerc by far

yourusername: true 😙

maxverstappen1: double true 😘

charles_leclerc: die.

yourusername: erm consider your ass REPORTED THIS IS HARASSMENT

maxverstappen1: did you just threaten my girlfriend ????

charles_leclerc: and what?

maxverstappen1: pull up, i'm outside

charles_leclerc: ???? leave ????

maxverstappen1: no i'm deadass don't disrespect my gf 😤😤😤

charles_leclerc: it's my SISTER

yourusername: when he's protective 😛😛😛

user3: screaming, crying, throwing up over the keychain

user4: i need someone *cough, cough* them to recreate it 🥸

landonorris: YOU WENT TO THE LEGO STORE WITHOUT ME? YOUR FAVOURITE CHILD?

yourusername: watch your tone

maxverstappen1: god forbid i want to spend time with my GIRLFRIEND on a DATE

landonorris: that's not a valid excuse

yourusername: also bold of you to assume you're our favourite child when oscar, yuki and logan are right there

oscarpiastri: snooze you lose lando

yukitsunoda0511: suck on that lando

logansargent: i'm just happy to be included

landonorris: damn...

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1: spent the weekend bothering my girlfriend's brother, what about you?

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user9: the way charles put his ferrari cap on y/n only for max to throw it into the crowd and put his own on her head instead

user10: those who know max's attachment to his caps, this is big.

yourusername: winning looks so sexy oh my

maxverstappen1: blushing like a motherfucker

yourusername: skip the debrief? they won't notice?

maxverstappen1: i think they might notice the driver of the race they're analysing not being there

yourusername: show them the pic i just sent you, they can't say no to my puppy dog eyes

maxverstappen1: helmut said fuck off 💔

yourusername: tell him i have a present for him (it's a pack of salt and vinegar crisps and a pamphlet for caskets)

user11: @yourusername winning IS sexy, tell your bf to tell charles win

yourusername: if charles wins it's suddenly decidedly unsexy, this isn't game of thrones babe

charles_leclerc: you ARE annoying that's right

maxverstappen1: annoyingly sexy

charles_leclerc: no comment, we're going to be family at some point soon

maxverstappen1: DAMN RIGHT WE ARE

yourusername: if you think we're annoying now, oh boy.

user12: i need max and y/n to be engaged right this fucking moment

user13: i think it would actually make my year

user14: after the championship win queen @maxverstappen1 ?

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yourusername: @ the person who asked how much max weighs... god will deal with you

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user15: i'm obsessed with how obsessed they are with each other

user16: is max's wardrobe all red bull merch and t-shirts dedicated to y/n?

maxverstappen1: yes 😌

danielricciardo: i saw the clip... the time stamp was 3am - we RACE TODAY?

yourusername: i am happy to support my man's hobby

danielricciardo: yes but you also don't have to race with that man on three hours of sleep

yourusername: be real daniel, the only time you'll be close to max is when he laps you xxx

danielricciardo: EXCUSE ME??? MAX YOU GONNA LET YOUR GIRLFRIEND TALK TO YOUR FIRST LOVE LIKE THAT?

maxverstappen1: bold of you to assume you were my first love

danielricciardo: did on the couch mean nothing to you?

maxverstappen1: soz buddy this is a childhood friends to lovers narrative right now (and we were already together by the time i was at red bull)

charles_leclerc: WHAT?

yourusername: spare me the dramatics, you guys were deep in the ANGST and then austria happened so really it's your own fault that it took as long as it did

user17: one comment section where the girls aren't fighting? impossible.

oscarpiastri: omg the shirts look so good y/n !!

yourusername: we're ✨graphic designers✨

maxverstappen1: does having a dashingly handsome model help

yourusername: of course !!!!!

oscarpiastri: i'm not going to answer that question

maxverstappen1: :(

oscarpiastri: on another thought - yes!

yourusername: @landonorris this is why he's one of the favourites

landonorris: i'm not talking to yall

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1: weekend off racing means shenanigans and late night streaming

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user20: i know whatever poor soul went for dinner with them hated every second

yukitsunoda0511: working on being the favourite of the favourite children 🫡 and they paid for my meal at a really cool italian restaurant

oscarpiastri: game on

yourusername: so who is the lady and who is the tramp?

danielricciardo: THAT'S A TRICK QUESTION MAX DON'T ANSWER IT

maxverstappen1: you're not a lady... you're a queen 😘

yourusername: did you just fail the test, successfully?

danielricciardo: you smooth motherfucker

yourusername: stole your red bull drive and your nickname @carlossainz55

carlossainz55: why am i catching strays?

yourusername: bored ❤️

user21: y/n really be like "oh the season's boring cause my bf wins everything? let me make it interesting by shading every driver on the grid"

maxverstappen1: do NOT give her a challenge

charles_leclerc: can you PLEASE stop taking such lovey dovey gross ass photos maman keeps getting them printed and I AM GETTING MOVED OFF OF THE MANTEL PIECE I AM ON THE BOOKSHELF, THIS FACE IS A MANTEL PIECE FACE NOT A BOOKSHELF FACE

yourusername: not reading all of that, i'm happy for you or sad that happened x

charles_leclerc: MAX DO SOMETHNG

maxverstappen1: step your pussy up bro

yourusername: when he catches your lingo >>

charles_leclerc: i am a VICTIM

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yourusername: invented babygirlism actually

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user22: y/n is so real for choosing a cute recent photo for herself and then just violating the guys

user23: she's funny as fuck for that

charles_leclerc: finally some fucking credit

yourusername: not everything can be about you all of the time 🤨

charles_leclerc: don't make me an ankle-biter again you're PUSHING ME

sebastianvettel: knew you were an ankle biter

yourusername: LOL

charles_leclerc: no seb no! i didn't bite ankles, just y/n's and that doesn't count

user24: what the fuck is going on here

maxverstappen1: you are the most babygirl to ever babygirl

danielricciardo: i think i had a stroke reading that

yourusername: awwwww you're so cute maxy

maxverstappen1: knew you were the one for me when we first met karting, you taught me the babygirl ways

yourusername: and you're delivering

oscarpiastri: you guys can't see but he's blushing so bad right now

landonorris: are you just attached to them

yourusername: yes he is, a babygirl in training

user25: how do i get adopted by y/n and max?

maxverstappen1: no but for real i love you, even if we are lumbered with your brother

yourusername: i love you too xxx

charles_leclerc: *brothers

maxverstappen1: nope arthur and lorenzo are sound

charles_leclerc: fUCK OFF :(((((((

FIN.

note: heyyyyyy you guysssss! we all know i have a soft spot for these two (plus oscar and alex) so i wanted to put out a little thing to celebrate 5k! thank you so much for following and reading my work, hope you enjoyed xx

[doromoni]

Not Over the Papaya | OP81

⊹ ｡•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

Ships : Oscar Piastri x Popstar! Reader , Ex!Lando Norris x Popstar! Reader

Genre : Fluff Smau

A/N : I wrote 2 chapters worth of material today … but imma make y’all wait for tomorrow 🤠👹

Face claim : Jennie Kim

Warnings : Moderate Cursing

Summary : Y/N and Oscar cope with their own breakups by making the Heartbreak Club.

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

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*message sent

Notification : You received a message from Oscar

*Incoming Call from Oscar

Pick up or Decline

Pick up

“Hi Osc”

“Hi to you too. You sound so sleepy”

“Yeah, I didn’t get that much sleep on the plane.”

“I told you to limit your coffee intake. I’m not there to stop you , you gremlin control yourself”

“I know I knowww”

“So why’d you wanna call? You should sleep”

“Its just weird that I’ve gotten to see your face practically everyday since last month and now I wont see you for like 2 weeks”

“Well we both work very hectic jobs, so that would be expected. But yeah ~ i’ve gotten used to your presence”

“ Hey Osc… Is it weird to say that I already miss your voice? “

“Only my voice?”

“Well your voice is like Jake Sully y’know.”

“You and your Avatar obsession . And I do not sound like Sam Worthington”

“Who??”

“The guy who voices Jake Sully”

“Ok but how do you know that?? I don’t even know that at the top of my head. I just like Jake cause he’s hot”

“I know that because you forced me to watch blue people run and swim for 10 freaking times!”

“Well you made me watch Cars with you on repeat!”

“You also loved Cars! what do you mean?”

“Ok, I do but that’s besides the point”

“What is your point dweeb?”

“ My point is that I miss you already”

“Well I miss you too”

- Hey Osc, is that Lily? -

“Hey I’ll be back. Lando’s talking to me. Don’t hang up, alright?”

- What? No. We’ve broken up , I’ve told you that -

- I thought I heard a girl’s voice. Is she your new fling? -

- I dont do flings Lando -

- Whatever you say mate -

“Hello? are you still there?”

“Helloooo?”

“You’ve dozed off huh. Sleep well dearest”

Y/N.

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Y/N. Florida I love you but you’re too hot. Rehearsals are brutal! 🤠 send jake sully thirst traps pls

Y/N. Whaaaaa who said that?

oscarpiastri Youre so weird.

Y/N. Because having a crush on a blue car isnt??

logansargeant Its not weird to have a crush on Sally tho

charles_leclerc I support my son’s tastes. Crushing on Sally is valid.

Y/N. But me having a crush on a giant blue man is not???

oscarpiastri nope. thats weird Y/N

logansargeant nope. thats weird Y/N (1)

charles_leclerc nope, thats weird Y/N (2)

Y/N. ugh i h8 the patriarchy

Y/bf Y/N your glowing babeeee!! So excited for Floridaaa. Im catching myself a cowboy 🤠. (and ur Jake Sully crush is so Valid!!)

Y/N Babe give me a call, your pass is still with me! ( RIGHT? The blue man is hot)

Y/bf That he is, but I think orange suits you better 😘 liked by oscarpiastri

oscarpiastri you are so right @Y/bf but its actually papaya 🤓

Y/bf stfu Oscar, im making u a case here 😤

user1 I dont know what to freak out about??!! Y/N adding another day to her concert sched or Oscar being in Y/N’s comment section and CLEARLY being flirty.

user2 Sir that is your teammate’s ex 😮‍💨

user3 Well lando did cheat … so eff the bro code or smth like that— i dunno im not a guy

user4 we can freak out about both!!! YES MY SHIP IS FREAKING FLOATING (it aint sailing till oscar confirms his breakup)

user5 Y/N becoming more unhinged by the second

user6 Y/N looks like she’s becoming better and happier 🤍 we love to see it.

user7 Enjoy your time Queen!

User7 Y/N in American soil is built different

User8 We see that like Oscar 👀.

oscarpiastri 3mins close friends

story replies

charles_leclerc do you like Americans now? well its very plausible since Logan’s American.

oscarpiastri Are you insinuating that I like Americans because of Logan?

charles_leclerc Yes, exactly that.

oscarpiastri NO.

logansargeant I knew it! Western always winssss 🤠🦅

oscarpiastri Why am I not surprised.

Y/N. Ohhhh whos the hot chick? 🤭🫣

oscarpiastri 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️

oscarpiastri I dunno you tell me

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[pupyuj]

I love your work! I always read it when I got home. HSHSHHHSHHSHS, can I request a Chaewon g!p? Wherein the reader comes home late, then Chaewon is mad and possessive since you don't respond to her messages?? You do the rest LOLL (it's my first time requesting here, LOL)

hehe glad you like my stuff anon <33 and hopefully you didn't mean a full fic bcs i am currently not taking requests for those at the moment BUT here's a little drabble for you! 💞💞

chaewon's fr the cutest when she's pissed, but unless you have a solid reason to get away with whatever she was mad at you about, you prefer not to witness her wrath 😭😭 and unfortunately for you, in her eyes, you never had a valid reason! 😤 esp when it comes to these kinds of things 😒 chaewon has been calling you all day, texting you about your whereabouts and what you were doing and at first she was genuinely worried since you usually updated her every time you figured she was starting to get nervous about where you’ve gone but this time… well, you were simply having too much fun to text her! and that was really bad… 😔

seeing her waiting for you in your shared bedroom standing by the window and not just quietly resenting you from the bed was scary 😭 her asking you where you’ve been, why you’re home so late, why you haven’t been answering her… she even asks if you’re having an affair with one of your coworkers bcs she can’t believe you had fun without her! 🫣 you answered all of her questions honestly ofc and was in complete disbelief that she would think that you would cheat on her… so much so that you ended up calling her a ‘paranoid psycho’ for even thinking about it 😭😭 and ofc a huge fight ensues that swiftly ends with you getting pushed back on the bed and aggressively kissed by chaewon 😳

but you were exhausted and still pissed at her so you tried fighting against her advances: whining and telling her to ‘fuck off’ until she slips her hand inside your panties and feels up your wet cunt… “all of this for me… and yet you’re saying that you don’t want it. you really are a bad liar, baby.” she would tease 🫣 and you really shouldn’t like how crazy chaewon looked with how she bit her lip while she parts your lips with her fingers and grazes your clit with her thumb… but you do like it and it was driving you nuts ☹️ bucking your hips up for more… and chaewon giving it all to you but in one condition! 🤭

and that was how you ended up getting restrained as chaewon fucks your ass from behind! 😋 leaving all sorts of marks down your back, waist, hips, and cheeks so nobody would ever try to steal you from her 😚 every thrust inside your hole getting deeper by the minute, sending you writhing and moaning so loudly each time that you actually thought you might wake the entire nieghborhood up… chaewon was just too good :(( and she fit so well inside you too… it was almost like your hole was made just for her 🥺 (and she completely believes that!)

her fucking your ass until she was close to her climax and suddenly pulling out before plunging cock inside your cunt and cums inside you… chaewon likes to be careful when having sex but you really pushed the wrong buttons this time so she felt like she had no choice but to try and give you a baby so you wouldn’t give her the lip the next time her obsessive-possessive ass gets crazy! 🫣🫣

[kingzombear]

hi! not sure if you saw my reblog of your "bear Ragatha" pic, but i just wanna say as someone with PCOS (a condition that affects AFAB people which typically causes thicker body hair and belly fat), i really appreciate your rendition of Ragatha. she's one of my biggest comfort characters, so it's really validating to me. 💖

OFC, fat hairy women are the BEST!!! 😤💖

Shucks, I'm so glad dawg, that's rly touching to hear, thank you!!!

Ragatha just RADIATES fat aura to me - When I draw her, I imagine she has soft but well-worn fabric skin and is stuffed with lots n lots of cotton fluff. She's like hugging a body pillow <3

I love the idea of her drawing body hair on with red felt marker, so she feels like she has some agency/customization over her avatar's appearance - kinda like how Zooble switches parts! Gender euphoria, too, hehe

Definitely gonna draw more of this cutie being fat and hairy (when I get outta da Hopital)

BEAR RAGATHA SUPREMACY FOREVER RAAAAAHHHHHHHHH 🐻❤️

[drysdalesworld]

Can you write a social media fic with Luca and his girlfriend announcing their relationship?

my lover

luca fantilli x fem!zegras!reader

idk why i always make the readers in my social media fics related to one of the boys somehow. i feel like that’s super basic lol. if you don’t like that, feel free to imagine reader as just fem!reader <3

y/nzegras just posted!

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y/nzegras: he’s definitely a man written by a woman and that woman is taylor swift

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trevorzegras: i knew i shouldn’t have let you go to umich

trevorzegras: WHO IS THIS MAN 💢💢

lhughes_06: i know something you don’ttttt hehe

trevorzegras: LUKE KNOWS BUT I DONT 😭 IM YOUR BROTHER

y/nzegras: bc he doesn’t have a big mouth like you

trevorzegras: 😟

adamfantilli: you’ve completely converted him to a t swift girlie

y/nzegras: making momma swift proud

luca.fantilli: frfr

userone: that side profile looks hella familiar i swear

usertwo: my moneys on rutger

userthree: nah it’s def either luke or luca usertwo

jackhughes: girl zegras is growing up so fast 😪

lhughes_06: the best couple i know fr

trevorzegras: i still don’t get why he knows and i don’t

luca.fantilli: damn, he’s holding your food AND flowers?? wife him up 😤

y/nzegras just posted!

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y/nzegras: my lover 🤍

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trevorzegras: WHO IS HE?? WHO IS THIS BOY?? WHAY IS NAME?? WHERE DOES HE LIVE??

y/nzegras: chill

trevorzegras: I AM CALM

markestapa: MAMA Y PAPA 👨‍👩‍👦

jackhughes: finally! i don’t think i was going to be able to keep this from z any longer

trevorzegras: JACK KNEW BUT I DIDNT??!!! THE BETRAYAL

_quinnhughes: you’re mouth likes to yap trev. she had valid concerns, that being your big mouth trevorzegras

lhughes_06: you would’ve announced their relationship the second you knew bro trevorzegras

trevorzegras: i am speechless. the hughes brothers knew before i did 😔 i’m in mourning

dylanduke25: mother & father finally announced their relationship ❗️❗️

rutgermcgroarty: one big happy family 😌👨‍👩‍👦‍👦

luca.fantilli: my lover ❤️❤️

trevorzegras: i will find you

y/nzegras: you will not threaten my boyfriend t. stop being childish

jackhughes: so, i’m assuming you’re bringing a plus one to the lake house?

y/nzegras: exactly 💞

yourroommate: the cutest couple ever <33

luca.fantilli just posted!

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luca.fantilli: i’d marry you with paper rings 🤍🤍

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seamuscasey26: bro she immediately had you wrapped around her finger the MINUTE you saw her

markestapa: SIMP

rutgermcgroarty: SIMP

dylanduke25: SIMP

nolan_moyle: SIMP

lhughes_06: SIMP

nick_moldenhauer: SIMP

luca.fantilli: please get out of my comment section all of you

userone: they’re so cute!! <3

usertwo: THE TAYLOR SWIFT REFERENCES

trevorzegras: i guess he ain’t that bad 😒

jamie.drysdale: bro stop beating petty 😭

userthree: HE’S A GOOD MAN SAVANNAH

adamfantilli: making my best man speech as we speak

y/nzegras: that won’t be happening for a couple of years bestie

adamfantilli: never too early future sister-in-law

yourbestie: i’ve had mine ready since the sixth grade adamfantilli

adamfantilli: i see how it is 😑 yourbestie

y/nzegras: i love you so much 💓💓

[redr0sewrites]

Okay as an absolute Lute stan I have been STARVING for more content for her omg 💀 I've always wondered though about her angel form and stuff like that, like specifically her wings. Do you think the wings are like any other part of her body, or are they like especially sensitive? And I wonder if they preen like birds do because omg that would be so cute. Just imagine Lute having a super stressful day from work and you come home and just gently start fixing her wings and she just melts 😭 or imagine that someone in heaven being a dick to you (because Adam proves that there can be assholes in heaven) and she gets all protective and wraps a wing around you like a shield. And omg, if they are a sensitive or even erogenous part of her, don't even get me STARTED on wing sex cause gah damn 😤 I want to do the most unspeakable things to this woman and have her do the most unspeakable things to me

URGRHRHRHRG SO REALLLLLL!!!!! i love lute sm we need more lute content fr!!!!!

🥀Cw: fluff, smut, wing kink (??), sappy/soft lute, lots of trust

🥀minors dni with the nsfw portion

sfw:

for lute to even be in a relationship, she has to trust you a LOT, and the same goes for touching her wings

i def hc them as sensitive, and there is def a lot of intimacy and trust that comes with touching someone elses wings, so shes def hesitant to let you touch them at first

she warms up to it over time tho, and pretty soon shes internally begging for you to touch her wings

she LOOOVES it but would never admit it

lute also enjoys back massages in general, being an exterminator means a lot of training and stress so she loves coming home and collapsing on top of you while you rub her wings :(

she def returns the favor too, she's always giving you massages and taking care of you, even going so far as to prioritizing you over herself

as much as shes a giver, deep down lute wants to be loved

she craves validation from those she cared about, and while she doesn't like seeming weak, there is something so freeing about knowing that you'll always take care of her, even in a vulnerable state

lute isn't huge on PDA or physical contact in general, but def uses her wings to steer you around and keep you close to her

yk how birds have mating dances and rituals w their wings?? when lute first met you, her wings kept subconsciously gravitating towards you, and she kept subconsciously fluffing them up and flapping them around you (much to her dismay, adam noticed and teased her MERCILESSLY)

shes pretty protective in general, but she also trusts you can take care of yourself. however, that doesn't mean she won't tuck you against her side if someone comes up to you and tries to give you unwarranted attention

i hc her as the jealous type, and her wings have the tendency to twitch and wrap around you when shes jealous (you think its ADORABLE)

i also think lute would love it if you wore one of her feathers, angel wings shed a lot when preened and her heart would skip a beat if she realized you kept one

it may not seem significant to you, but the fact that you're keeping a part of her close at all times means a lot to her

preening oneself can be difficult, and i hc that lute def doesn't take good care of herself often

sure she has good hygiene, but shes never been one to do extensive self care or care much ab herself at all

so she's never really done a lot of work on her wings, when it gets really uncomfortable she'll clean them but she's not super meticulous about it

once you come around tho, lute is gen surprised that you would even bother to do it for her

she tries to convince you not to, that its okay and that she can do it herself, but you shush her

lute can't help but feel a little embarrassed as you comb through the soft feathers, picking out all the dead foliage and cleaning her plumage

once its over, she's shocked at how nice it feels and has ever since asked you to do it for her

overall its really intimate and means a lot to her

nsfw:

the majority of the time, lute is a dom, her whole life she's been in control, especially in the bedroom

once you come along though, that starts to change

she always kept her wings hidden during sex, and was shocked when you asked her to keep them out.

when you said you wanted to try something new, she agreed, but was still a bit confused

lute never really had the time to masturbate or have long term partners, most of the sex she's had was quick hookups just to relieve tension

when you first touch her wings, she MELTS

she did not expect them to be so sensitive, but after years of neglect, she nearly comes on the spot just from your gentle strokes

lute is a quivering mess, begging you to keep going as you explore her wings

theres a level of trust that's unprecedented to any relationship she's ever had before, and you explore and memorize every reaction she has

each spot that makes her tick, which places make her moan the loudest, you store all of it in your brain as you slowly bring her to relesse

lute isn't used to being treated so sweetly, to being touched as if she were made of glass, and the whole circumstance makes her emotional

if you have wings she def returns the favor (very much willing to elaborate on a reader w sensitive wings😇)

after the first couple times, lute wouldn't mind you getting a little rougher with her wings

hell, she might even ask for you to tie them down, to play with them mercilessly as she squirms below you

lute is the ultimate switch, she can be a rough dom or a soft dom, a bratty sub or a pillow princess, it all depends on how shes feeling

sure, she loves it when you pamper her wings, but there's something so fucking hot about you fucking her senseless without even touching her

RAHHHH LUTE MY BELOVED <33333 the sapphic within me is begging to be set free i am a certified lute kisser yall

[salford-blues]

Dressed to impress

A/n: I am so not ready to go back to Uni. So fics might slow down a bit because this semester might take a toll on me haha.

Pairing: F1 grid x driver!reader Summary: Y/N shows off her little family to the world, in which they're all dressed to impress. Well most of them are <33 Warnings: like a swear word

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alex_albon booooooo!! Just trying to copy now 👎

> yourusername i cant just let their cuteness go to waste

>> alex_albon you know what... fairs. Cossie is very cute

User.1 eeeeeee soso cute

User.2 Thackery doesn't look very happy

> yourusername that because Alex didn't bring is favourite treat...

>> alex_albon heeyy i forgot!! Tell him I'm sorry. pleassee

>>> yourusername he said he'll forgive if you bring him some next time!

>>>> alex_albon deal!!

landonorris do NOT let Cosmic Creepers fool you. He may be cute, but he's possessed. I'm telling you

> oscarpiastri dramatic, and for what?

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User.3 how do you come up with these names???

> yourusername most of them are named after characters!!!

charles_leclerc hahaha... veryyy funny caption

> yourusername knew you'd like it

User.4 how many pets do you have?

> yourusername faaarr too many.

User.5 surely this is animal abuse...

User.6 Why does she have a hedgehog?? I thought they were illegal in some states

> yourusername 1. I rescued him and 2. not everyone lives in the states babes <33 but thanks for the concern

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User.6 Diablo looks very cool.

> yourusername Diablo likes to tell people to 'fuck off'... wonder were he got that from

>> yourusername looking at you @liamlawson30 👀👀

>>> liamlawson30 don't know what you're on about 😤

>>>> yourusername sure you don't. Just like you don't remember teaching him to attack people when they're smacking their lips.

>>>>> User.12 that is a very valid reason to attack someone

logansargeant look how sophisticated Meeko looks

> yourusername oh wow, that's a big word coming from you

>> logansargeant i try to be nice and this is what i get in return...

>>> oscarpiastri yh but you're american. it's why you get bullied

roscoelovescoco whens cans I's comes round agains?

> yourusername soon Roscoe!! Prometheus and Itchy miss you

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User.7 why are all these animals so cuuutteeee

User.8 cuteness overload... think I'm gonna die

User.9 Ankyl isn't very christmassy

> yourusername I couldn't find his christmas picture, so I had to put his halloween one up instead

porschef1 hmmm meet and greet when??

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User.10 do any of them have a favourite person/driver? do any of the hate one of the drivers?

> yourusername yes and yes!! some examples: all of the cats HATE Lando, but Itchy loves him. The cats like Oscar, Alex, Liam, George etc. The ferrets are fond of Fred Vesti and Charles. The bird likes noone... he will attack at any point. ESPECIALLY when you're singing. He's a very naughty boy and we can blame Liam for that.

>> User.11 Liam and Lando catching strays left, right and centre.

maxfewtrell Lando looks like he might cry. Keep talking

> yourusername well I'll send Itchy his way. That'll cheer him up

>> landonorris thanks gonna keep him now

>>> yourusername right... grounded for 3 months.

>>>> landonorris 3 MONTHS???? WHY???

>>>>> yourusername cause the cats told me to

>>>>>> landonorris this is bullying!!

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User.13 awweee he's so fluffy!!

oscarpiastri I want to be the first one to meet him

> mickschumacher too late...

>> oscarpiastri I SAW THAT

>>> oscarpiastri NNOOOOOO

User.14 wait Mick was the first to meet him? Awweee

> logansargeant NO not 'awweee'. Why was Mick the first one Birdie?? Why not me? Why not Oscar? Do you not love us?

>> yourusername why so dramatic? Can we appreciate Koda's cuteness instead ta

mickschumacher so cute!! Can't wait to meet him 💙💛

> logansargeant you can't sweet talk your way out of this Mick

>> oscarpiastri LIAARRR... count your days Mick

>>> yourusername stop threatening the poor boy or else you can join Lando

>>>> oscarpiastri no please I'll be nice. Promise 🙏

[bethanydelleman]

Any characters you dislike (or at least, dislike one part about) for petty reasons? I'm cancelling Elizabeth Bennet - not because I'm Lady Catherine in disguise - but because she had the audacity to say "I'm even happier than Jane with my marriage, she only smiles, I laugh." As a sister myself, I would never say that about my sibling no matter how true I thought it was especially if they married for love... just plain rude tbh. Also Jane is generally more reserved/less expressive in her emotions than Elizabeth so how does her not laughing prove anything. I hope Georgiana said the same about Mr. Darcy when she found her beloved, it's karma 😤

This is a very valid take. I will join you in this petty dislike.

The one petty thing I dislike Edward Ferrars about (I like him generally) is when he talks about how when he sees a forest he sees "the woods seem full of fine timber" which I think means he's appraising the value of the cut wood and not the beauty of the forest itself. That greatly irks my sensibilities as a hiker. I don't need him to be Marianne-level loving dead leaves, but don't be imagining the trees as dead and monetarily valued!

[barblaz-arts]

Were u a fan of HH when the pilot episode was first released?

I didn't like, participate in the fandom or anything, and I can't say I liked Hazbin itself at the time, because the crude and vulgar humor was a bit too much for my tastes and the songs in the pilot weren't for me, but I did like Chaggie enough to read fics at the time. I remember feeling so sad for Vaggie then, because the fics would be so angsty. Like i get it tho, because at the time the backstory we knew about her was that she was a victim of SA(among. Other things...) when she was alive, and although they were good fics, they sure were painful to read.

I didn't expect to make content for this fandom even after the actual show aired either. I thought I'd just be passively consuming other people's content like before, but Chaggie is so underappreciated even tho they were given plenty exposure despite all the other things happening in the show(the hotel's validity, Angel's development, overlord politics, morningstar family drama, Heaven vs Hell conflict). And seeing the fandom go so rabid over male characters and mlm ships that have barely any screentime or depth made me so frustrated, i had to proverbially roll up my sleeves and give the neglected girls the appreciation they deserve 😤

[melodyartist-blog]

Just a little rant, because I needed to get this out of my system somehow.

You can't understand how many times I've wanted to throw this book out of the window since the Trojan war started (but I still love it for reason 😭) The beginning and in-depth into the archaic myths being narrated as events was so cool, even if the author gave it his own spin.

But I wanted to discuss this passage in particular and what came after.

How can you describe all this and in the next few chapters have Odysseus meeting Helen after so many years give us 0 explanation on how she is doing, what is she going around in the middle of the night without supervision (while Cassandra being hated by her family, not being the object of any kind of desire at least right now, is guarded by 20+ soldiers) how the hell did she recognise this mf even tho he was covered in blood head to toe, wearing someone's else clothes and seeing him after like 8-9 years all disheveled?! So many questions and then we are having them kiss too?????

Like:HELLO?! Miss get your shit together you have an "ex"-husband(Menelaus) and a current one(Paris) why are you kissing your cousin's man??? Is everything ok sweetie?" 😭😭😭 (I'm starting to realize that I kind of hate this representation of Helen she acts like a brat most of the time)

Apparently not, because she didn't forget about her childhood crush for him even after like what? 20+ years, sure valid ( it was never gonna end well )

But Odysseus??? Man... Athena was kind of right in leaving you after all, you are everything but a warrior of the mind, you are a bundle of emotions and distress, your trauma are held by a string thinner than my patient

Not only you let her do it without saying anything because why not? (I get Calypso and Circe,they have fricking super powers you can't do shit against that...but HELEN????)

But worse of all when you get back from your little expedition (after Rolling off the walls eh eh eh) you decide to say NOTHING to his husband and your friend, that told you his deepest and darkest fear because he trusted you, what a great move.

And I don't mean Odysseus telling Menelaus that his wife kissed him and then left, but at least let him know that she is still alive and well😭😭😭

Well... Rant ended the next post will probably be a doodle about the passage right up because I need to forget the meeting between the dumbass😤

[magicalbats]

Day 14: Orgasm Denial

Rating: R-18+

Word Count: 7925

Warnings: Afab!reader, (lots of) gendered language, social power dynamics, boss/employee, upperclass/lowerclass, tbh I’m not entirely sure how to tag some of this xmdkxkdnd, manual masturbation, dacryphilia, I wanted reader to be a bit of a bimbo in this one so if she seems stupid that’s why lol

A/N: sorry this one is late! I am officially behind on my prompts now but regardless of how long it takes I WILL be completing this Kinktober challenge! Unfortunately the real world demands attention sometimes but I’m not giving up 😤

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Stamping down the urge to nervously fiddle with your hands, you clutch at the front of your arpon to keep them still and try very hard to focus on what the man in front of you is saying. The Palais Mermonia housed a great many regular faces, some of which you only saw from time to time and could not seem to commit to memory, and yet you’d been seeing mister Danon’s more and more often than anyone else’s recently. You didn’t understand why that would be though, and had at first written it off as mere coincidence. A simple matter of happenstance and nothing more. 

But then it kept happening at an ever increasing frequency until it seemed like you were running into him almost every day now. Only then had it occurred to you, in a far off, distant sort of way, that he must have been making a concerted effort to talk with you like this. That was the only reasonable explanation for it that you could glean, because the one person you saw at the Palais with any amount of real regularity was the honorable Iudex himself and certainly not the man who’s job description you could not seem to recall. But that didn’t exactly explain why. 

You wanted to understand what would make him seek you out like this, so you attentively listen to mister Danon when he speaks even though you sometimes find him a bit difficult to follow. He seemed like he was probably a good person and respectable enough, but he had a strange habit of jumping from topic to topic without much rhyme or reason that you could discern. One moment he would be talking to you about matters of work, about documents he needed to have signed or the latest gossip that had everyone all in a buzz, and the next … why, he would suddenly say something off hand about recreational activities to do in the city or places to dine, a book he’d read recently and even the types of food he fancied. 

It was all very strange, and listening to him talk does not help in the slightest. In fact, it actually seems to make it worse. 

You didn’t have the slightest idea why he would want to discuss upcoming stageplays with you nor why he should feel the need to announce that his favorite dish was aspic as if it was something that should be of great interest to you. It was all really quite strange. 

“You see, if you take a few fish when they’re still flopping around and fresh,” He tells you, eagerly gesturing his way through an explanation you hadn’t asked for. “That will guarantee their taste and ensure your aspic comes out just divine. Like something straight from the Gods themselves, if you want the honest truth of it. I don’t think I’ve ever tasted anything more sumptuous!” 

“A - ah,” You make a valid attempt to smile politely but it was difficult to keep up with him like this. What did you care for the precise steps to make such an unappetizing sounding dish? 

“You know, if you were interested, cherie … I could make it for you to try, if you would like. Ah, what I mean is — it might be nice if we can sit down together and chat over a meal at my residence. Just the two of us.”

Your brows slowly crawl straight up to your hairline. “Oh.” 

Before you can think to say anything else, an attention grabbing thud against the marble floor makes you spin around and a smile quickly overtakes your face. 

“Monsieur Neuvillette! It is a pleasure to see you today.”

The kindly man sends you a slow, vaguely bemused half-smile. “Good afternoon, mademoiselle. Mister Danon. You looked like you were having a rather lively conversation just now. I hope I didn't interrupt anything important?” 

“Of course not, monsieur. It was nothing important at all.” You beam up at him, eager and happy to hang on his every word no matter how benign or minuscule. Much to your surprise, though, he sends another unreadable look over your shoulder and when you turn back to Danon you’re more than a little surprised to find him slouched as if in defeat. Your eyebrows quickly make the climb up to your hairline again. “Mister Danon, are you alright? Goodness, you suddenly look quite unwell.” 

“Yes, everything is fine. Nothing to worry about.” He waves off your concern, but it doesn’t escape your notice that he makes a concerted effort not to look directly at you now and instead turns his attention towards monsieur Neuvillette. “Forgive me, your honor. I’m afraid I must be going now. My break is almost over and my presence will be sorely missed if I fail to show up on time.”

The stately Iudex inclines his chin in a brief nod of acknowledgment. “You needn’t apologize, mister Danon. On behalf of all of Fontaine, thank you for the hard work you do.” 

Giving monsieur Neuvillette a stiff bow, he turns to do the same to you. “Mademoiselle.” 

You quickly bob a perplexed curtsy back. “Monsieur?” 

Ignoring or perhaps not hearing the question in your voice, Danon pivots on his heel and makes a hasty retreat down the long corridor without so much as a backwards glance. You can’t seem to shake the feeling you’ve said or done something wrong though, and you watch him go with a tiny flutter of anxiety in your chest until another soft thud of monsieur Neuvillette’s cane on the marble floor pulls you around again. 

With a small frown in place, you tip your head back to look up at him when he comes to stand next to you. “Monsieur Neuvillette?” 

He offers you a small, gentle smile, no doubt meant to placate and soothe, though it does little in the way of good. “Please do not look so put out, mademoiselle. Would you like to accompany me to my office?” 

Nodding, you fall into step beside him. You find yourself listlessly fiddling with your hands now, unable to stop it when it felt like you'd made some horrible faux pas, and they anxiously flit over your front to smooth out invisible wrinkles. What a strange and confusing situation to end up in, and with no idea how to navigate it either. It seemed like you’d done the exact opposite of what you’d initially set out to do … you didn’t understand it in the slightest. 

“Forgive me for asking you such a strange question so suddenly, but … did I say something to offend mister Danon just now?” 

Noising a quiet sound of consideration, monsieur Neuvillette thinks on that for a brief moment. “I am certainly no expert on the topic, mademoiselle, but if I am not mistaken I do believe mister Danon harbors a romantic interest in you. I believe he may have felt slighted when you said what you were discussing was of no importance, and he took it as a sign of rejection.” 

You jerk to a sudden halt with an inelegant scuffle of your heels. “Romantic?” Eyes widening in mute horror, you feel your cheeks start to grow uncomfortably warm. That did make sense, you were more than just a little stunned to realize. The way he made the effort to find you wherever you were working, stop you and talk to you; the way he would casually sprinkle in bits and pieces of his personal life and subtly suggest food, diners, places to go and things to do … had he really been laying out suggestions this whole time hoping you would show an interest in him back? But — “But he never said … oh, monsieur Neuvillette, I had no idea!” 

He looks at you with a soft, sympathetic smile where he’d stopped half a pace in front of you. “It is alright if you didn’t know. Situations like these can be difficult to — parse sometimes, and I do not think you acted with malicious intent. Come, let us continue this over a cup of tea.” 

Embarrassed and roiling with a crushing sense of guilt, you slowly trail after the Iudex to his large, exquisitely furnished office where you quickly fall into your usual habit of preparing the chinaware while he situates himself on the ornate lounge. It is muscle memory alone that sees you through your task, motions practiced and subconscious after working at the Palais for so long, which comes as a great relief in that moment. You were far too preoccupied with this startling revelation to give the pouring of the tea much thought. Mister Danon’s intentions were shocking enough but, perhaps even more so, you’re surprised at your own lack of awareness on the matter. 

You felt rather bad now, for listening to him so attentively and humoring the conversations he was always keen to share with you. Had he mistaken it for budding affection on your part? Have you unknowingly encouraged him to keep trying or, somehow worse, made him believe you were merely toying with his feelings this whole time? What a terrible thing to do to another person, intentionally or not. 

Monsieur Neuvillette silently regards you when you bring the tea over on a silver tray but you can’t bring yourself to look at him while you set everything down on the low table in front of him. He was always nothing but kind to you despite your lower station of housekeeper, just as he was with all of the staff that kept the Palais functioning as it should. Everyone from the notarizers and the title clerks right down to even the janitors were treated with nothing but respect and dignity, and that very much included you. But you were a bit too ashamed, too guilty to meet his gaze right now, and you quickly shuffle back a polite distance once everything is laid out so you can further avoid his eyes. 

A stretch of quiet settles over the room, and you have to try very hard not to start fiddling with your uniform again. 

“Won’t you make yourself a cup and join me?” He ventures at last. 

“I couldn’t, monsieur Neuvillette. But thank you.” 

He seems to deliberate over something for a short beat before half turning his body on the lounge to look up at you. “I must apologize for prying like this but what about the situation with mister Danon has you so upset? If you didn’t know what his intentions were then you certainly cannot be held responsible for not acting accordingly.” 

You hesitate to discuss this matter with him, well aware that it was improper and impolite to talk over such things with not only the aristocracy but also the man who was effectively your employer. It felt very much like an unspoken boundary that should not, under any circumstances, be crossed but … when you take in monsieur Neuvillette’s imploring expression your resolve starts to crumble. He was a wise and exceptionally astute figurehead who always treated every case laid out before him no matter how small or insignificant with the utmost care and consideration. Perhaps he would have some insight to share with you, or at least some advice. 

“Well,” You finally relent, tipping your chin down to shyly regard your buckled shoes. “I’m aware that this might sound a little odd but I just feel so guilty about everything … I should have realized sooner why he kept seeking me out like he did. As silly as it is, I can’t help but feel like I tricked him somehow.” 

“That is a silly thing, isn’t it?” He agrees in a soft, endlessly patient tone. “How could you have tricked someone if you weren’t aware of what they wanted from you? In the unlikely event that a case such as this were presented to me, I wouldn’t even be able to rule in favor of misrepresentation on the defendant’s part. You have to act with knowing and intention to be held accountable for trickery.” 

You despondently mull that over for a long stretch. Logically, you knew what he was saying to be true and you, as everyone else in Fontaine, trusted his judgment implicitly. It wasn’t so much that you doubted him but, rather, your guilt was so great that it couldn’t accept this answer. The thought alone that you might have broken mister Danon’s heart after stringing him along for months almost brings tears to your eyes. 

“Does that mean you wouldn’t deign to punish me for it?” It’s barely more than a whisper. 

“No, not unconscionably. No one in their right mind would.” 

It feels like you're withering on the spot. You didn’t understand it yourself, why you were so upset to hear this rather than relieved at finding you hadn’t broken any laws or regulations that would hold you accountable. Even if mister Danon were to try to file a suit against you to mend some of his bruised ego it sounded like he wouldn’t even have a case to stand on — and that was good. 

So why did it feel as if you were skating by without making proper amends for the transgression?

“Mademoiselle?” 

You finally bring your head up to look at him. “Do you think mister Danon will forgive me if I apologize?” 

Monsieur Neuvillette’s expression softens, taking on a truly remorseful edge. “I don’t know, little one. He might. I can’t see into the future any more than you can, but I think if it’s something that bothers you so much then it certainly wouldn’t hurt to talk to him about it.” 

Blinking back a sudden deluge of tears, you take an impulsive step towards him with the tray clutched to your chest. “Oh, monsieur Neuvillette, I don’t know what to do! How can I possibly ameliorate my actions if he might not even accept my apology? I — I didn’t mean to lead him on!” 

Very neatly, calmly, monsieur Neuvillette folds his gloved hands on his lap and studies you for an indeterminable amount of time with that closed and shuttered expression. You aren’t sure how many minutes pass when you’re a right mess inside, all your emotions kicked up into such a veritable whirlwind that it’s all you can do just to hold it together. But, at length, he eventually draws a careful breath. 

“What I’m hearing is that your guilt over this matter will not be dissuaded until you feel appropriate action has been taken against you to right what is, in your mind, a very serious wrong, intentional or not. Is that correct?” 

You blink, more than a little surprised at how concisely he’s grasped your thoughts on the matter. It almost sounds foolish when he puts it like that, in such blunt terms, but there is no denying the pang that resonates within you. “Yes, monsieur. I feel terrible for what I’ve done …” 

He seems to hesitate, his brows drawing inward almost imperceptibly. “Guilt can function as its own form of punishment as well, and a very effective one at that. But you must understand something, mademoiselle. The law simply is not applicable here. There is no legal recourse and, therefore, no system in place to enforce any sort of repercussions against you.” 

You take another step closer, feeling fervent and hot. “Then will you punish me, monsieur Neuvillette?” 

Abruptly, he goes very still. “I am hardly in any position to mete out such discipline,” He says slowly, carefully. “And, far more importantly, I’m not quite sure what you would have me do. I don’t believe this situation would call for a monetary fine or even any corrective action on an employment level … and I’m certainly not going to spank you over my knee like a child.” 

Flustered heat crawls up your neck to settle in your cheeks. You hate the way your knees grow weak and knobby at the thought of that, but you were decidedly in agreement with him. It would have been inappropriate for him to strike you in any capacity, least of all over something like this. Still, though … 

“Isn’t there something to be done?” 

Monsieur Neuvillette’s expression settles back into that somber mask again, eyeing you for a drawn out beat before he finally issues a clipped sigh. Leaning back to recline against the lounge, he stiffly crosses his legs and once more settles his folded hands atop the bent knee. “Come here, little one. Stand next to me.” 

Your feet almost don’t want to move from the spot but you force them to uproot so you can cautiously shuffle forward. You aren’t sure what to expect when your cotton stuffed head was such a mess, but all he does when you come up beside him is hold out an expectant hand. It takes you a moment to realize what he wants and you flush even hotter as you pass him the tray. Taking it from you, he sedately sets it aside on the cushion before fixing his attention on you once again. 

“This is another topic in which I lack expertise but I might have something in mind that could satisfy your need for penance. However, I will not force or otherwise coerce you into it, and you will likewise be free to walk away at any time. Once you have decided you’ve made the appropriate dues for leading mister Danon on, as you put it, then this arrangement will end immediately. Is that agreeable to you?” 

You bob your head in a quick nod. “Yes, monsieur Neuvillette. Thank you.” 

Squaring his broad shoulders, the usually kindly disposition with which he carried himself outside of the courtroom fades and is replaced by the stern set of his mouth, the slight tension along his brow, to indicate that it is the Chief Justice sitting before you now. A chill runs up your spine at the change in him, so subtle yet unavoidably obvious, and a sharp look from pale lavender eyes stops you from saying anything. You’d never before been subjected to such a hard expression from him and you can’t quite stop yourself from sympathizing with whoever was unlucky enough to find themselves standing before him in court. It really wasn’t any wonder why he held the title of supreme judge in all of Fontaine when you saw him like this. 

“Do not thank me yet, mademoiselle. If you would be so kind, please lift your skirt for me.” 

Your spine stiffens with a tremor so powerful it very nearly bowls you over on the spot. Obediently, though, you reach down with numb hands to gather the full, flouncy material of your uniform and shyly hike it up along with the lace petticoat underneath. 

“Higher.” He commands, intently observing the slow ascension of your skirts. “That’s it, up around your waist. Good.” 

Sucking in a faltering breath, you sway unsteadily on your feet and try not to lose your nerve. The thought that you would be able to alleviate your guilt with this steels your resolve though, and your hands start to shake as your stockinged upper thighs are revealed to him, the simple garters holding them in place and, finally, your lace panties. Your face is on fire while you nudge everything up a little further to make sure it was satisfactory and to his liking despite still harboring some very real doubts about this in the back of your mind. 

He did say he wasn’t going to spank you … didn’t he? 

Casually, monsieur Neuvillette reaches out a hand to slip long, elegantly poised fingers into the space between your thighs and you suck in a sharp gasp when he nudges them up against your cunt just so. The touch is featherlight and barely there, but it makes more blood rush into your face to leave you rattled and a bit dizzy. But you don’t pull away from him as he takes his time petting over the apex of your fleshy mound and the slit running along your body, determined to see this through. Somehow having him touch you like this was not nearly as embarrassing as the way his expression doesn’t change while he does it, you’re quite ashamed to realize. 

“Are you sensitive here?” He asks you softly, prompting you to swallow. Hard. 

“I … I don’t know. I’m not sure.” 

Quietly clicking his tongue, monsieur Neuvillette presses up against you a little more firmly, gloved fingertips digging into your defenseless clit to make you jolt and give a startled yelp. “You seem responsive enough to me. I only know of this particular activity in theory but … well, it doesn’t really matter. I believe we should have no problem at all using this method for your penance.” 

“W - which is, monsieur?” 

“I believe I’ve heard the people call this ‘edging’ before. It sounds rather dreadful, doesn’t it? Like some sort of barbaric torture technique.” Carefully observing your face, he pushes up even harder to grind tight, mean little circles against that sensitive pleasure button, and your eyes grow big as you stiltedly rock forward on your toes. “I suppose it could still be called that, depending on who you asked. The instigator or the receptee. I’m sure they would have drastically different opinions on the matter.”

Whimpering, you numbly readjust your hold on your skirt to make sure it stays up and out of his way while he’s doing this. Not that you were entirely sure you liked this specific method in terms of punishments when it was so obvious your body was eagerly responding to it – from the way your pussy clenches around nothing and starts to slick for him and even to the way your nipples stiffen against the inside of your shirt – but perhaps that was a good thing. Would you have really been able to say your penance was paid in full if this trial were not appropriately challenging?

“Wh … where?” 

Blinking at the little mouse squeak noise, monsieur Neuvillette just keeps rubbing over you with that steady motion of his hand. “I beg your pardon?” 

Trying valiantly to keep the fluster off of your face and failing miserably at it, you shyly avert your gaze. “I was just curious … where did you hear of this?”

“A reasonable question.” He relents, allowing the smallest note of humor to color his voice. “While it is true I don’t often partake in such crude conversations, it can be a little hard to avoid at times. Even here, in the Palais Mermonia. I believe they refer to it as ‘water cooler talk’.”

“Oh.” You’d overhead such things before too, now that you thought of it. The other women who worked at the Palais were more prone to gossip, joint complaints about their husbands or beaus, fawning over babies and first days of school, and academic achievements, while the men … they would sometimes change topics when they saw you coming but more than once you’d caught snippets of inappropriate conversations. A recent visit they’d had to a brothel or perhaps how they fantasized about doing certain things to their partners. You always felt mildly scandalized whenever it would happen, shocked that such discussions were being entertained at the Palais, and yet — 

Letting out a slow, stuttering breath, you carefully glance down at yourself to look at monsieur Neuvillette’s hand disappearing between the soft pudge of your thighs. This was vastly more inappropriate than any ‘water cooler talk’ and that realization embarrasses you a great deal. Your cheeks feel a little hotter, your blood pumping harder, and you whine, very low in your throat. Was this really an acceptable form of punishment? 

You think it probably is, because the shame that comes with it is potent and cloying, especially when your hips give a weak judder at what he’s doing. To think that the Iudex himself was touching you like this … 

“Does that feel good, little one?” 

Twitching at the sound of his voice, you give a stilted nod. “Yes, monsieur, thank you … but — but I don’t think I quite understand. Are punishments supposed to feel good?” 

“Not necessarily, no. But this is only a part of it. Relax, sweet girl. I will ensure your guilt is appropriately mitigated in due time.” 

You still don’t truly understand it, but you allow yourself to ease into it anyway. Relax into his touch. Slipping your eyes closed, you just take a moment to feel the sensation of him rubbing over your cunt. The press of his firm fingers pudges your lips to highlight how soft and pliable they are, the blunt tips of his gloves sinking into the slit. Even the thin layer of your panties is not enough to lessen the drag in any meaningful way, and it doesn’t seem to take long at all for you to start feeling sticky with arousal. It’s copious and excessive, almost implausibly so considering that he’d only touched you in this one specific spot thus far. Hardly at all. 

You hadn’t thought you would be so easily excitable and yet the proof of it is in the way you tremble for him, the way your breathing gradually picks up to make your breasts heave under your blouse, and it quickly becomes difficult just to stay standing in place. You wanted to twist and pull away, give your drooling cunt even a moment's reprieve, but you don’t give in to the urge. That wasn’t what he’d agreed to, and you trusted his judgment … 

So you stand there, trembling, while your stiff nipples cut up into your shirt in search of the same friction, and you try not to cry out. Your pussy tingles against his hand, the pressure it exerts so constant and steady that it rapidly starts to feel like the building pressure in you is reaching critical mass. Much sooner than you could have anticipated or guessed, it was as if your body was particularly weak for monsieur Neuvillette’s dutiful attention. 

Softly wheezing when your legs buckle and threaten to give out, you subtly tip your pelvis further into his hand and it becomes that much more apparent how wet you really are. How stiff and engorged your clit had gotten. A violent shudder tears through you at the meaty, swollen drag of it under his fingers, head tipping back and. - - 

He retracts his hand so suddenly it leaves you lurching in place. Raggedly gasping at the sudden loss, you turn wide, wild eyes on monsieur Neuvillette but he merely gives you that same somber expression as he interlaces his fingers on top of his bent knee once again, unfalteringly casual about it. 

“That will be all for right now, mademoiselle. Thank you.” 

You just gape at him, stunned and confused, with your skirts still hiked up around your waist like a shameless fool. “Wh - wha —“ 

A look of sympathy flashes across monsieur Neuvillette’s face. “This is the penance you wanted so badly. As many times as you like, I will bring you close to orgasm but I will not let you actually reach climax. It is the only suitable punishment I could think of for your specific … transgression.” 

It takes a great deal of effort for you to do it, but you suck in a slow, shuddering breath to steady yourself. “I … I see. Thank you, monsieur. I understand now.” 

“Very good. Now, run along. I’m sure you’ve got work to do elsewhere.” 

He offers you a small smile that you think is meant to be reassuring but it does very little to distract from the throbbing ache in your cunt or calm your pounding heartbeat. Numbly, you drop your skirt and petticoat back into place and run your hands over it to smooth out the (now real, not imagined) wrinkles as you slowly make your way towards the door. It was like you were in a trance. 

“And mademoiselle?”

You pause, turning to look back at him. “Yes, monsieur?” 

“I would like to see you in my office again around noontime. Please do not forget and don’t be late.” 

~*~

It hadn’t taken you long to realize just how insidious and cruel this strange brand of punishment truly was. You left his office such a sticky mess between the legs that even trying to clean yourself in the powder room did little good against the slick oozing out of you to stain your panties and make them stick to you, moulding against your cunt. It serves as a near constant reminder of how close you’d been to climax, how monsieur Neuvillette’s fingers had felt touching such an intimate part of your body, and how torturous it had felt to have that friction taken away so suddenly. 

The wisdom of the Iudex impresses you even now though, for you did indeed see why he’d deemed this the only appropriate corrective measure that would fit the crime. You had unknowingly strung mister Danon along with your feminine charm and wiles, so it did indeed make sense to turn that back around on you in some way. 

And although it does take a while, the distracting pulse in your cunt slowly fades into an afterthought in the back of your mind while you flit about the Palais tending to various tasks and seeing that everything was as it should be. At some point you even start to forget how your damp panties cling to you and that makes it much easier to view this trial as an easy obstacle to overcome. You would simply allow monsieur Neuvillette to carry out this task a handful of times, consider your self flagellation completed and then move on with your life. 

Yes, this really was the best method of making your peace with the situation. 

Comforted in your conviction, you return to monsieur Neuvillette’s office at the appointed time and issue a gentle rap at the door. His voice filters through without missing a beat, calling for you to come in, and you enter without reservation. 

Perhaps you should have been more wary of underestimating him or this game you were playing but you think nothing of it as you make your way across the room to stand in front of his stately desk. He looks up at you with a brief smile that inexplicably makes your pulse thrum a little faster, and that surprises you slightly. Catches you off guard. 

“Thank you for your punctuality, little one. I have a meeting scheduled after lunch is over so I wanted to tend to you before I got too busy.” 

Self consciously, you avert your gaze. “Are you sure this is alright, monsieur? I don’t want you to go hungry because of me.” 

“Nonsense. I planned accordingly and already ate before you came by.” Not lingering on the thought for very long, he takes a moment to straighten a stack of papers and neatly set them aside, out of the way. Nudging his high backed chair out from under the desk, he half turns and situates himself first before reclining against the backrest and finally looking up at you again. “Come. No need to feel shy.” 

His words have the opposite effect of making you feel ten times more shy than you originally did, and you can feel yourself starting to blush again as you slowly round the desk to come up beside him. Standing just a scant few inches from him like this it occurs to you, suddenly, that you probably should have been a bit more apprehensive about returning to his chamber like this. He was going to touch you again … oh, perhaps you had not thought this through all the way.

“Here.” He says, drawing you back into the moment with a gentle pat against his leg. “Sit on my lap, little one. This should make things a bit easier for both of us.” 

The flush that crawls up your face is an intense and overwhelming one. “M - monsieur, I — I couldn’t possibly be so presumptuous!” 

“Is it presumptuous if I’m telling you to do it?” 

Your spine stiffens at the slightly hardened tone in his voice, the edge that seems to cut across any of your weak excuses, and you quickly realize it is once again the Chief Justice sitting before you now, not the kindly monsieur Neuvillette. And he was looking at you very expectantly.��

Swallowing your nerves, you reluctantly shuffle closer and turn to lower yourself onto his leg with a slow, stiff motion of your body. The firm pressure and warmth of him underneath you is almost enough to send you running from the room in hysterics, but before you can even think to change your mind his arm comes forward to secure itself around your middle. A surprised little yelp bursts out of you when he hauls you back against him to settle more firmly on his lap, completely disregarding how you tense up and shudder on top of him. 

“There. Isn’t that much better?” He softly coos at you, tugging you back to lean against his front. Your face feels like it’s on fire but you don’t fight it, only whimpering quietly when he at last has you situated how he wants. 

“M - monsieur …” You mewl into the suddenly statically charged office, unable to stop it, but he just quietly tuts at you as he turns his head to press his mouth against your hair. 

“Now, now, you’re alright. I’ve got you. There isn’t any reason to be so nervous.” A violent tremor tears through you when you feel his lips purse against the side of your head in what you think must be a brief kiss — but you don’t get the chance to fully process the significance of that as he bends a little closer to put his mouth near your ear now. “Spread your legs for me, little one. Let me see you.” 

Dizzy with the surge of white hot arousal that abruptly crashes into you with all the force of a sack of bricks, you give a weak, twitchy roll of your body against him and reach down with trembling hands to grab at your skirt. Slowly inching it up, you tip your chin down to watch with him as more and more of your thighs are revealed. The soft pudge around the tops of your stockings embarrasses you somewhat but not nearly as much as your panties do. Even from this angle you can see a dark, wet spot staining the crotch when you ease your legs open and you whimper softly at the sight of it. 

“Goodness, you certainly soaked yourself earlier didn’t you? Poor thing,” With a quiet click of his tongue, monsieur Neuvillette reaches down past cotton and lace, and voluminous frills to slide his hand over your mound. Your breath hitches as you watch him do it, cupping your pussy with an almost apologetic squeeze, and you quickly turn your head away before you can say or do something else you’ll regret today. 

You had to admit, it was very naive and shortsighted of you to consider this an easy penance just because it was not a constant, pressing concern at the forefront of your mind. How very foolish you had been. 

“I was thinking about it earlier and I found myself quite curious,” He admits, still just holding your cunt in the palm of his hand. “Would it be too impolite of me to ask how often you usually pleasure yourself?” 

Your chest dramatically heaves with the ragged gasp you suck in. “Monsieur Neuvillette, that’s … why would you ask me something like that?” 

“Oh dear, I hope I haven’t offended you. That was not my intention, little one. Please forgive me.” A pause, while he turns his head to press his lips against your hair again. “It is just that you are so shy and your body is so sensitive. I wondered if perhaps you were too ashamed to take care of your own needs in this manner, that’s all. I’ve heard some women are.” 

Lungs painfully constricting inside your chest, you stiffly lift your hands up to cover your face. Having the Iudex pet you so intimately was one thing, but discussing such matters with him was something else entirely! 

“P - please forgive me, monsieur … you haven’t offended me it’s just — I have no experience with this sort of thing. I do it, sometimes. Pleasure myself like that. But I’ve never had anyone else t - touch me in that way before …” 

“I see.” 

Silence settles over the room for a long, drawn out stretch that soon starts to ride the line of being uncomfortable. You can just start to feel the sting of hot tears creeping through at the corners of your eyes when he gently pats your cunt with the flats of his fingers, startling a surprised noise out of you. Lowering your hands enough to see, you gape down at yourself as he somewhat possessively cups his hand around you again and gives the pudge of your labia a light squeeze. 

“Such a silly thing you are.” He says against your head, displacing some of the little flyways there to send them dancing at your peripheral. You barely even notice it though, trembling at the faintest hint of a growl in his voice when it sets your guts to vibrate and seems to reverberate inside your chest cavity. You’d never heard him sound like that before but don’t get the chance to linger on that thought or question it, because he nuzzles further into you until it feels like he’s speaking directly into your ear now. “In the future you should try not to be so forthcoming with your body when it comes to men. Had I been any less honorable I could have all too easily taken advantage of you earlier and I could still do it now had I wanted to. I understand your desire for wrongs to be appropriately righted as that is the very foundation Fontaine was built on but this is not the way to go about it, mademoiselle.” 

Your mouth warbles open but nothing comes out. All you can do is sit there, quaking on monsieur Neuvillette’s lap, while his fingers slip into one side of your panties and tugs them aside. The sight of your own cunt lips, puffy and flushed with arousal, surprises a faltering animal noise out of you that seems to echo endlessly inside the room. He pays it little mind though and simply curls his thumb to brush over your slit and the clitoris hiding within, smearing sticky slick with that fine leather glove and nudging your body into opening up to him. Legs twitching, you jerk your hands down to latch onto the arm locked around your middle, clutching at him even as you fitfully writhe against the sensation. 

All at once your earlier arousal comes crashing back with a vengeance, temporarily forgotten but not near as snuffed out as you would have liked it to be. Your clit thrums under his stilted caress as if the climax you’d been close enough to taste but not able to experience had lain dormant this entire time while you ensured the water pitchers were filled, the snack tables stocked and the fireplaces were appropriately stoked wherever they were needed. It shocks you a great deal to realize how powerful your arousal truly is, and you buck your hips with a whiny moan that would have embarrassed you under better circumstances. 

But better circumstances would not have found your cunt absolutely flooding with a deluge of fresh slick, nor would your clit have been swelling as eagerly as it does. You can feel the meaty, engorged drag of it under the soft petting of his thumb, almost idly drawing it back and forth with a total lack of urgency that makes your head spin perhaps even more so than the sharp stabs of pleasure do. You wanted to cum, and the knowledge that he would not permit you to just makes you want it even more. 

“Please, monsieur —!” 

Softly humming, he presses his thumb down a bit more firmly. “Are you already getting close, little one?” 

You tip your head back to rest on his broad shoulder, panting up at the ceiling while shuddering waves of yet unrealized ecstasy crash over you, each somehow more powerful than the last. Instinctively, you inch your legs further apart even as they tremble fiercely for him and you think, idly, you probably would have vibrated right off him had he not been keeping you pinned against his front. You’re helpless to do anything except sensitively quake like this, and you do so with great enthusiasm. 

“It is too much … I - I can’t take it!” 

“You will.” He assures you, his voice soft again but it still carries that subtle hint of an edge underneath the surface. You didn’t understand it, why he would sound like that. What had brought it on. Was he even more displeased with you than he’d suggested? 

The thought alone brings tears to your eyes almost as much as the cresting pleasure making you writhe on his lap, and you squeeze your eyes shut to keep them at bay. You didn’t want to make him feel bad for causing you to cry when you were the one who had asked for this … but oh, it was so very hard not to give voice to the sobs threatening to wrack your body when it was all so much. The firm, weighty pressure of his thumb petting over your cunt, his other fingers idly teasing along your slit where they were still holding your panties aside. The smell of him, the taste of him lingering on the back of your tongue, his sturdy weight underneath you. It was all too much, and it felt like you were drowning in him. 

“Let this be a lesson to you,” He continues, unconcerned with the way you twist against him and choke on stuttering gasps. “Even more pressing than the matter with mister Danon, I’m far more concerned about how easily you gave yourself up to a man to do with however he pleased for the sake of penance. Needless self sacrifice is not justice, sweet girl. I do hope you’ll remember that.” 

Bending his head close once more, monsieur Neuvillette presses his mouth to your hammering pulse, and you mewl at the contact. It is not so much a kiss, you abruptly realize, as it is a not very subtle threat. Like there was a beast lurking beneath that kindly gentleman facade … 

“Oh, monsieur, I — I’m going to —“ 

“No, you are not.” He cuts across you, practically hisses it against your jugular, and you nearly jolt right off him when the arm around your middle slides up to lock across your front at an angle. Suddenly he pinches your nipple through your shirt where it’s stiff and straining against cotton, giving it a mean little tweak to make your back bow. Trying to twist away proves futile and you yelp at the pleasure laced pain even as your cunt drools even more obscenely in response. 

You felt like you were going crazy. Truly wild with potent, cloying arousal so powerful, so overwhelming, you can’t even process what’s happening to you while you shake right to the edge of your release. 

And just like that, the hand on your pussy retreats, pulling away altogether to leave your panties shamelessly askew in favor of latching onto the swell of your inner thigh and keeping them spread when you frantically buck your hips in search of that fleeting touch. You heave and groan, reeling at the total loss of friction, but it is useless. Monsieur Neuvillette is an unyielding presence at your back no matter how earnestly you squirm against him, and his gloved fingers give your aching teat another cruel tug to further stave off your release. 

You’re more than a bit horrified, in a delirious, hazy sort of way, to find that the pain serves its purpose in chasing away your climax enough to leave your pussy absolutely throbbing in the wake of this denial. No longer teetering right on the precipice, it seems to force you back a pace or two and all you can do is look on longingly at the promise of oblivion beyond with yearning and desperation. Wanting, but not allowed to have. 

You truly had underestimated just how tortuous this punishment technique could really be … 

Through the murky fever you feel monsieur Neuvillette brush his mouth across your cheek to press at the corner of your eye, effectively drawing you out of your groaning stupor. Sucking in a ragged gasp, you clutch at his arm all the tighter and try in vain to lean away. 

“M - monsieur?” 

“You’re crying.” 

Noising a soft sound of confusion, you blearily blink your eyes open to realize that they were in fact clouded with a swimming sheen of tears making them burn. Sniffling sadly, you start to reach up to swipe them away in shame but the hand on your breast comes up quicker and locks under your jaw, physically turning your face towards him. 

Laying spread out on top of him with your head forced back against his shoulder, you look up at monsieur Neuvillette from just a scant few millimeters away. His expression is still somber and unreadable but … the glint in his pale lilac eyes makes your chest hitch. It wasn’t hunger the same way you’d on occasion caught other men looking at you — men like mister Danon, you realize in retrospect — but it is a hunger all the same. Something old and primal, from a long forgotten dark age that inspires a slow curling tendril of uncertainty low in your gut. You don’t think it’s lust per se, not in the usual sense, but a kind of lust,  perhaps. One you didn’t have a name for. 

One you weren’t sure if you wanted to learn the true nature of. 

After silently studying you for a long moment, he finally drags his gaze from your face to regard the tall, stately clock standing sentry in the office, the only witness to this lurid state of affairs. “I still have some time before my meeting. I think we should be able to squeeze in one more session before I have to go.” 

You very nearly give voice to a hysterical, broken sob, just barely managing to choke it back with a frazzled whine instead. “Monsieur —“ 

“Hush, little one.” He murmurs and leans close again, stunned surprise washing over you when his tongue flicks out to lick up a wet tear from under your eye. You gape at him in shocked disbelief when he pulls back enough to look at you again, leaving behind residual moisture on your skin, but he doesn’t even look the least bit put out or sorry for it. Like it was a perfectly normal thing for him to be doing. Perhaps it was. You had no idea – and if he recognizes your surprised reaction for what it is, he certainly doesn’t show it. “You have nothing to fear from me. I will ensure your punishment is properly administered and then we shall further discuss your other behaviors in greater detail. Rest assured, you will be appropriately corrected in time. I will personally see to that myself.”

⭐

Crossposted: here

[katerinaaqu]

One of the things that I clearly dislike of Millers work is how she paints the Gods.

She turns Thetis into a terrible and almost narcissistic mother.

She turns Apollo into the villain, when Apollo was a) the patron god of Troy so defending the city being invaded by the Greeks is not something bad and b) avenging his sons which Achilles killed (as you said in a few other posts, by some pictures in greek vases, he could also have 🍇 one of them).

It is incredible she tries so bad to paint every god in a terrible light. She seems to only like the myths when it is conivent to her own agenda.

Along side with that, I never understood the statement "Oh, I love Greek Mythology, but I hate the Gods". For me is basically saying "Yeah, I love Abrahamic Mythology, but I don't like its God."

I will probably be hunted down by this comparison, but Idc.

I also don't like how she says greek myths are fluid so whatever the hell she wrote is as much valid, when... it is not.

I don't like Miller in particular.🤷🏽‍♀️

I believe I must start from your last point, my dear Anon because I think is the most important part as to why people have literally taken these modern "adaptations" as the perfect Canon or substitute for it. I so agree. The AUDACITY one must have to say "oh there are versions out there so the fanfiction I have written is equivalent to some works created by these people who actually WORSHIPPED these gods" gets me every time! 😤 like yeah you may say that the versions give you inspiration, that the versions explain why you made x y or z choice to your narrative. To actually claim or insinuate that your work is valid "version of myth" (and consequently equivalent source of study for the aspects of antiquity) who do you think you are? That is not how myths work. Is like someone saying that they can alter any official faith just because it is not widely practiced and claim that there are different versions or branches of it so anything you create out of your head goes.

Oh gosh how right you are! Yeah the "I hate the gods" part so gets me like...yeah you claim you like a culture or a religious practice and then remove literally what this practice is built around it indeed feels like one doesn't want or cannot understand it. To be fair that doesn't mean that one agrees with the practices mentioned to their totality (slavery, affairs, wars etc) but you recognize the reason they are mentioned in the first place.

So yeah I agree. I do not understand this obsession of Miller's or any other modern writer or director for that matter to try and OVERSIMPLIFY the characters of mythology and then claim at best that it is for the audience to understand and at worst they claim that the subject needs "correction" because what does that even mean at this point? Does it mean that you treat your readers or viewers like idiots who cannot handle the complicated characters and so the simplification is necessary? Do you claim that the material you claim to love is insulting and needs "correction"? Then why choose it in the first place? Create something original that has some themes inspired by myth. Why do you feel the need to almost play God and try and claim that you are somehow making mythology "better"? So many things to address...

[hermitw]

(anime-only friendly post)

Evidence in defense of Suguru Geto - the real villain was Toji's worm.

Banana Fish inspired Jujutsu Kaisen - these parallels aren't important, I'm just making connections bc AFAIK this isn't confirmed, but other sad BL mangas are.

Jessica & Yuki Tsukumo

Dress the same, act the same, do their own thing and come back.

Ash / Eiji & Megumi / Yuuji

Ash & Megumi share a voice actor. They have been thrust into a world that exploits youth from a young age, and this dynamic is normalized by the adults around them. They don't hesitate or fear risking their lives for their friends or their own sense of morality.

They grew up without a mother, having a complicated yet absent father, prone to violence, who in the end made a sacrifice for them. Also their older siblings' similarities.

Eiji & Yuuji are new to this world, innocent, loyal, optimistic compared to those around them.

Yuuji's uniform is a copy of Ash's outfit. Black jacket, red hoodie, red converse (nicer shoes when his uniform came in but still).

Banana Fish (the drug) & Toji's worm

I swear that this worm acts as the drug in Banana Fish, it preys on people's minds making them vulnerable to suggestions, and over time they lose themselves, becoming violent toward others and themselves.

Toji had sliced Geto open with a weapon that was inside of the worm, laced with it, you could say. Geto was unconscious when Toji said "but you, with all your blessed talents, lost to a monkey like me who can't even use jujutsu." that seeped into Geto.

We can tell from JJK0 that Geto took the worm after it crawled up to him. It had already submitted itself, so he would have no reason it absorb the curse. This means that he was spending time with it - the worm could have been crushed and put into his pocket, or even swallowed the way Toji had (no orb, just oroborous worm).

Then there was the conversation with Yuki (which is one reason why I felt like she was planted by Kenjaku, influenced in some way-- and recent interview revealed that Gege was considering Yuki as fake Geto's true identity. I told u all her vibes were off 😤) where she told Geto that he could kill all non-sorcerers. That it could be the easiest solution.

Actually, let's check out the manga page. He looks horrified and shocked that something he said as an off-hand morbid joke to cope with the loss of Haibara and Riko was validated as a real option.

I think that the worm ate away at their minds/souls - from Mahito's antics, it seemed like there was some connection between the soul and the brain. Anyway, I believe that Kenjaku used this curse to lure sorcerers. He would leave it in their path, let it be impressionable to their training, and the worm would eat away at them. This may have assisted in Kenjaku's transfer to a new body, made the process faster, or just caused his victims to devolve so that he could become them.

The worm is a cursed spirit, so naturally it would have fed off of cursed energy, right?

But Toji has no cursed energy. So the spirit could be forced to adapt, though I think that the fear Toji struck into everyone around him could suffice. It seems like Toji fed the worm, and idk the details but Gege has said that Toji found the worm and trained it.

It also seems that Toji lost himself quickly, while Geto held onto himself for much longer.

Toji did not remember his own son's name, which seems like more than just a result of grief over his wife. I know that trauma brain is real, and Toji had been through abuse from the Zenin clan as a child. But it still feels like something more to me. Shiu, who was his friend for 10 years, broke that off. To see Toji only for work, or in hell. Which could imply that's all that Toji was good for. Impossible to connect with as a friend.

Geto had a lot of mental strength, due to raising his family or the rituals he held with affirmations, etc. This might also be due to having cursed energy for the worm to feed off of - though by this time, I'm not sure how much that applied.

I think that Kenjaku was feeding suggestions to Geto by some means (Kenjaku is a master of games and manipulation, planning ahead, etc) in order to break him down, all because he wants the Curse Manipulation technique.

It seems like Geto's true motive was to get Gojo to curse him the way that Yuta had cursed Rika. But by the time that Gojo arrived, Geto already had critical damage by cursed energy, and Gojo cannot heal others with RCT. This is why Geto said you're late.

Geto has spoken about monkeys, about killing, but his actions say otherwise. Even when he does say those things, the way he carries himself changes. It reminds me of Buffy (the vampire slayer)'s mom saying random things due to a brain tumor. She isn't in control, and she doesn't mean it, even though she might insist on something during an episode.

He runs a cult, but it's more like he took over a cult. The same as the village - they were scapegoating young kids, using violence and killing them and gloating in it. He could see that even by removing the victims from there, the cycle would continue, more scapegoats would be found. And they were killing off those who would grow up to be strong, to protect the weak, to guard over them.

Geto's cult was, I think, demonized by Jujutsu Society because it was a powerful group outside of themselves. Mei Mei worked independently from graduating, but she isn't on Geto's level. He lessened their workload, though, by seeking out curses and by letting non-sorcerer victims seek him out for help, even though they had no idea what was going on, they were able to find relief. And he did this without asking for money or anything else in return.

He did break the rule of laying hands on non-sorcerers. (he had to, in order to end the cycle of abuse with Mimiko and Nanako's village, with the cult that killed Riko. They would find another scapegoat if he'd just removed the girls from there). What about that guy he killed?

(sanitizing thoughts here, btw)

This dude is drawn just like the corrupt, greedy capitalist in political cartoons. We don't get details, but we can gather his general character and actions, that he chooses to live in a selfish way that causes harm to many people in a position beneath him.

In JJK0, Geto's people are constantly reminded to not go too far, to just hold them back. I think the exception to this rule was likely to be conservative higher-ups, that Geto was still being protective. Nanako and Mimiko hanged them, I think they were explicitly given permission to. Ijichi was threatened because of the ignorant way he spoke down to them. Obv Ijichi is fine.

What about all of the people Shoko had to heal? She seemed pretty overwhelmed.

They were sorcerers who got hurt by the curses.

Non-sorcerers had already evacuated. If Geto truly hated non-sorcerers and was actually trying to build a world without them - I can't see it. His actions repeatedly protect non-sorcerers (sometimes from oppressive non-sorcerers, which is forbidden, but he still protects them from curses as well).

Gojo said that he can't believe that Geto would start a war he couldn't win, and that it worries him. That it seemed like Geto was bluffing with his number and strength of curses. He even knew exactly how Principal Yaga would react

Calling for help from the clans, from the Ainu Jujutsu Society, who we never hear of again. Geto was getting them to prepare as much as possible.

Why? Why unleash his curses?

And why divide them between Tokyo and Kyoto? He would have won, if his forces were not divided.

Geto was preparing for his own death. He wanted Gojo to curse him the way that Yuuta had cursed Rika, but that meant Geto had to die. And when he dies, the curses he's swallowed would be unleashed (idk if he knew for certain this would happen, or if Toji's caution to not kill Geto for that reason stayed with him. Either way, Geto wasn't going to let that hurt anyone - so the curses that he's absorbed had the best chances at being exorcised with the least amount of casualties, when they were divided between several locations. When the sorcerers had all the time to evacuate the cities, and have a set date to prepare for.

If Geto wanted to hurt anyone, it would have been a surprise attack.

Why was Geto preparing for his own death? We see his mental health break ten years earlier. Despite everything, he held himself together, he had a purpose and a family to care for. Mimiko and Nanako weren't dependent on him- they loved Geto, but they recovered really well. They were so comfortable with themselves, to speak up, to complain, to lounge on the couch with Larue and Miguel. The strain of the worm had enough leverage to drive his actions to drastic places. And he had a story behind them that his family would believe - Geto absorbs Rika, and they can rid the world of curses.

So I think that the worm spirit was used to make Geto more vulnerable. He was distraught, overworked, isolated, but that wasn't enough. He had a strong sense of ethics, I think he had routines that were strong self-care (he spoke with Yuuta about affirmations), and he was not breakable enough for Kenjaku to use.

Also, Utahime said that one of the moles (other than mechamaru) would be a higher-up well above the principal. I wouldn't be surprised if Kenjaku had that connection for decades.

I also think JJK was inspired by Elfen Lied, Kagewani, and maybe Vampire Princess Miyu.

Edit to add: more analysis (and Geto defense), looking at the KFC breakup here - he was misunderstood and did nothing wrong.