#any hotter than that is an atrocity

[goodboygustav]

It’s going to be 75 today we’re so fuckin back lads

[animentality]

It's ironic that I have seduced Astarion far more as a good dark urge than as an evil one.

Like legit, he liked me less when I was TRYING to get his disapproval and being kind of nasty. Me just trying to be a good guy has apparently gotten him hotter for me, as he slept with my character way before the tiefling party, and I hadn't even committed any atrocities.

I guess a good dark urge is sexier to him spiritually.

Also, I think that being mean just brings out the worst in him.

Narratively, I like to imagine that your good nature, despite your base instincts trying to corrupt you, takes down his defenses and makes him realize that you are genuinely not using him and care about him, and then he's like wait wait wait maybe I can be better too.

And that's fun and cool and I should've just played the game as I wanted to play it and not been too pressed on romancing anyone.

[waterdeep-weavemoss]

Wyll makes a respectful show of stepping out of the way for the woman in red to rise and walk past. He smiles as the white-haired woman coos and dotes on the puppy, but makes a show of turning his attentions back to Karlach. "Well?" Wyll asks a bit timidly, gently reaching his hand forward. His eyes trail along the curve of her shoulders, but he delves no further, meeting her gaze once more. "Might I have this dance?"

Karlach grins, feeling a vague rattle in her chest as her pulse quickens. "Fuck yes!" She takes his hand and immediately flusters as she realizes what she's just said. "I mean, um, yes, I'd love to." Smooth, Karlach. One pretty man walks over and you're swearing and tripping over yourself. "Sorry, it's been a while since I've done any of this."

Wyll laughs, hoping to put her more at ease. "I find that hard to believe," he tells her, fingers closing around her own. I have to be careful with this one, he tells himself. If what Zariel says is true, I have to do this right. He leads them to the center of the floor and turns to face her fully. "I'm sorry to take you away from your friends," he says with a nod, "but I would've spent the night kicking myself if I hadn't at least asked."

Karlach moves into position as other couples move into the longways formation on the dance floor. "Don't be. Sorry, I mean. I know they're not. Probably glad to have me out of their hair, to be honest." She snorts. "Sometimes I feel less like their first mate and more like their nanny. I'm Karlach, by the way. Don't think I caught your name."

"Wyll," he says, intrigued. "Wyll Ravengard, at your service." He dips his head towards her as the music starts to play. "First mate? That's quite a position." He and the other dancers in his line bow to their partners. "How long are you and your crew docked?" Wyll glances towards the silver-haired one, still doting after the puppy; the dark-haired one now sits at the bar, swaying to the tune. Their focus wholly elsewhere. There's a cheer from behind, and the dancing begins.

"Not long," she replies. The conversation pauses as the two separate for a brief moment and follow the calls of the head couple. Watching him from across the formation, Karlach suddenly becomes incredibly aware of his attention, his warm gaze. The comforting squeeze he gives when they rejoin hands. Her engine stutters, flame burning just a bit hotter than comfortable. "Cap insisted his lady friend was in need of a girls' day. I was happy to oblige. What about you, Wyll Ravengard? You aren't from around here, are you?" A sly grin creeps across her face. "I've been here often enough - I would have remembered a face as dashing as yours."

Wyll doesn't have to fake his blush this time, though he makes a quick note not to get distracted. "No," he says with a smile from his place across from her. "I'm only here on business, but it'll be onto the next adventure after tonight." Their arms link as he and Karlach move in time with the other pairings, turning about in a circle.

The pair separates again as another couple chassés between the two lines. Wyll and Karlach follow along as the lead couple reels through their respective lines and rejoins at the end. The two lines peel away from one another before each pair rejoins to form an archway. As the lead couple passes between them, Karlach has an idea. "You know, if you're looking for a new gig, a few positions have opened up aboard our ship. I'd be happy to put in a good word for you with the captain." She winks at him as the lead couple joins the end of the line and the formation resets.

"Well in that case," Wyll says in between steps. He could capture here now, make the call to Zariel and deliver Karlach straight into her hands. Then again, if rumors were to be believed and this woman committed the atrocities Zariel had claimed, then Captain Ancunin might too bring in a bounty worthy of respect; worthy of the redemption and power he is owed. "It looks as though I should offer greater thanks than a dance, then."

The bards give one final trill on their fiddles and flutes as the dance ends with a flourish. Karlach curtsies as gracefully as she can manage before offering her hand to Wyll. "I wouldn't turn down a drink, either."

Wyll's grin is genuine as he stands from his low bow, once again extending his hand to the woman before him. "Alright then, what's your poison?"

"Well, Shadowheart was supposed to be guarding my pint, but she seems otherwise occupied." Karlach gestures to the woman at the table, still enamored with the white puppy. "Maybe something a bit stronger?" Glancing around the tavern, Karlach realizes she can't see Doe anywhere. Her brow furrows. Maybe she's just taking a leak. If she doesn't turn up in the next few minutes, I'll see if Wyll will help me find her.

Before Wyll can reply, the music picks up again and Karlach's eyes are drawn back to the dance floor. Any stragglers from the previous dance step back as a couple in red slips past the crowd into the center of the room. The man presses his hand against the dark-haired woman's back and his partner lets out a giddy giggle. There's something familiar about both of them, but she can't place it. No, it couldn't be. As the sultry music picks up, the couple begins to turn. Karlach's eyes widen in panic as she finally recognizes Doe, now without her bruises from the storm, dancing so intimately in the arms of this unknown man.

Doe and her dance partner continue to twirl and glide across the floor. The man pulls Doe close and grins wolfishly, a flicker of hellfire glinting in his eyes. If Karlach had blinked, she would have missed it. Her engine starts to rattle as heat pours through the vents in her shoulders. Oh, fuck. A cambion.

She swallows, trying to compose herself before she blows a gasket. What's Doe gotten herself into now?

As she parts ways with Raphael, Doe scans the crowd and finds Karlach with her new mystery man. She looks stricken. Frowning a touch, Doe weaves her way to them, pushing her hair out of her face.

'Forgive the intrusion, darling,' she says to the man, realising a beat too late that she sounds so like Astarion. 'I need to borrow my friend again. I'll give her back to you in one piece, I swear. Sorceress' honour, or whatever.' She winks, grabs Karlach's hand and draws her away.

'Hey. You look like you saw a banshee. What the hells happened? I'm sorry for disappearing, but...' she smiles. 'The owner was here, talked to me at the bar. Offered to heal my bruises and took a dance as payment. I think that's fair, don't you? And don't worry,' she said. 'I told him if he tried to rescind the 'no strings' he promised, there'd be trouble. He could tell i was a sorceress right away, can you believe? Anyway,' she says. 'Who's your man over there? He's rather handsome isn't he?' she asks, dropping her voice conspiratorially. 'And sweet, if his smile's anything to go by. And that puppy. Animals know good people.'

Doe squeezes Karlach's arm reassuringly, leaning a little on her, still drunk.

[clover-cat-commissions]

He never said a word. Never. Throughout it all, the Black Sword didn't say a thing. The monster. The ghost. The mere shell.

What could be worse than this? What death could be as profound as this? What disappointment, what despair, could ever be greater?

Khârn raged at it. He howled in fury, coming at him again and again, shrugging off the wounds. He wanted the old one back. The one with some fire in his veins. He wanted some spirit. Just a flicker of something – anything – other than this flint-edged, iron-deep hardness.

They had laughed together, the two of them. They had fought in the roaring pits, and had sliced slabs out of one another, and at the end they had always slumped down in the straw and the blood and laughed. Even the Nails had not taken that away, for in combat the Nails had still always shown the truth of things.

'Be… angry!' he bellowed, thundering in close. 'Be… alive!'

Because you could only kill the things that lived. You couldn't kill a ghost, only swipe your axe straight through it. There was nothing here, just frustration, just the madness of going up against a wall, again and again.

The Nails spiked at him. He fought harder. He fought faster. His muscles ripped apart, and were instantly reknitted. His blood vessels burst, and were restored. He felt heat surge through his body, hotter and whiter than any heat he had ever endured.*

The Black Sword resisted it all, silently, implacably, infuriatingly. It was like fighting the end of the universe. Nothing could shake the faith before him. It was blind to everything but itself, as selfish as a jewel-thief in a hoard.

His chainaxe whirred as wildly as he'd ever thrown it, igniting the promethium vapour in the air, sending the blood lashing out like whipcord. He scored hits with it. He wounded the ghost. He made him stagger, made him gasp. The heat roared within him, turbocharging his hearts. He heard the coarse whisper of the Great God in his bruised ears.

**Do it. Do this thing. Do this thing for me.**

The ghost came back at him, tall and dark, his brow crackling with lightning-flecks, his armour as light-devouring as the blade he wielded.

Khârn became sublime, in the face of that. The violence he unleashed was like a chorus of unending joy. The ground beneath the two of them was destroyed, sending them plummeting in clouds of debris. Even when they crashed to the earth, they fought on. They rocked and swayed around one another, obliterating everything within the arc of a sword or the ambit of an axe-length.

'I… am… not…' he blurted, feeling the tidal wave of exhaustion drag on even his god-infused limbs.

*He realised what had been done, then. In the midst of his madness, even as the Great God poured himself into his brutalised body, he knew what transformation had occurred.

They had always told themselves, after Nuceria, that the Imperium had made the World Eaters. It had been *their fault*. The injustice, the violence, it had forged that lust for conflict, for the endless rehearsal of old gladiatorial games, like some kind of religious observance to long- and justifiably dead deities. That had given the excuse for every atrocity, every act of wanton bloodletting, for *they* had done this to*us*.

'I… am… not…'But now Khârn saw the circle complete. He saw what seven years of total war had done to the Imperium. He saw what its warriors had been turned into. He had a vision, even then, in the midst of the most strenuous and lung-bursting fighting he had ever experienced, of thousands of warriors in this very mould, marching out from fortresses of unremitting bleakness, every one of them as unyielding and soul-dead and fanatical as this one, never giving up, not because of any positive cause in which they believed, but because they had literally forgotten how to cede ground. And he saw then how powerful that could be, and how long it could last, and what fresh miseries it would bring to a galaxy already reeling under the hammer of anguish without limits, and then he, even he, even Khârn the Faithful, shuddered to his core.

'I… am… not…'He fought on, now out of wild desperation, because this could not be allowed to go unopposed, this could not be countenanced. There was still pleasure, there was still heat and honour and the relish of a kill well made, but it would all be drowned by this cold flood if not staunched here, on Terra, where their kind had first been made, where the great spectacle of hubris had been kicked off.

He had to stand. He had to resist, for humanity, for a life lived with passion, for the glorious pulse of pain, of sensation, of something.

'I… am… not…' he panted, his vision going now, his hands losing their grip, 'as… damaged…'The Black Sword came at him, again, again. It was impossible, this way of fighting – too perfect, too uncompromising, without a thread of pity, without a kernel of remorse. He never even saw the killing strike, the sword-edge hurled at him with all the weight of emptiness, the speed of eternity, so magnificent in its nihilism that even the Great God within him could only watch it come.

Thus was Khârn cut down. He was despatched in silence, cast to the earth with a frigid disdain, hacked and stamped down into the ashes of a civilisation, his throat crushed, his skull broken and chest caved in. He was fighting even as his limbs were cut into bloody stumps, even as the reactor in his warp-thrumming armour died out, raging and thrashing to the very end, but by then that was not enough. The last thing he saw, on that world at least, was the great dark profile of his slayer, the black templar, turning his immaculate blade tip down and making ready to end the last bout the two of them would ever fight.

'Not… as… damaged,' gasped Khârn, in an agony greater than anything the Nails could ever have given him, but with more awareness of the ludic cruelty of the universe than he had ever possessed before, 'as… you.'

And then the sword fell, and the god left him, dead amid the ruins of his ancient home.

[somerunner]

Thoughts on Skysworn as part of the series

More thoughts on Cradle pacing/structure

Skysworn, for all that I think it’s pretty boring, does a good job at introducing us to the wider Blackflame Empire and gives active reasons for Lindon’s need to advance. In Blackflame, he had the upcoming duel. And overall, he needed to get strong enough to protect Sacred Valley. But it would be boring if he and Yerin didn’t have any enemies to fight until then.

This book introduces Redmoon Hall, villains that are not just a massive sentient natural disaster (but they do worship one). Lindon and Yerin aren’t strong enough to fight them, but we get to see that among the powers in the world, there are definitely-more-evil ones on the scale of entire empires. It’s not just the Jai clan, there’s organized atrocity at the next big level of henchman-number too.

The duo join a task force that evacuates and protects people, which is also cool—they’re not lone heroes, but can operate in a big support network (though under strict parole because they’re both considered to be ticking time bombs, through no fault of their own).

…I’ve been rambling. Anyway, it quite competently introduces new conflicts and introduces us to one of the Dreadgods as well as a new semi-viewpoint character. It’s a great springboard for several later books, gives us more motivation/backstory for Yerin, oh and it shows the power of a Monarch…there’s a lot of stuff this book does.

I think of it as the Avengers: Age of Ultron of Cradle. It is good on its own, but not as enjoyable as its peers; however, it accomplishes a *lot* in terms of preparing the reader for several of the later books.

(Maybe I’ll do some writing analysis on the first two books, but I’ve already started at Blackflame so I’ll continue from there. Also, you may note, this is pretty rambly. I don’t expect to have any takes hotter than lukewarm, or to make a point in my posts.)

[josiebelladonna]

do any of you rubes know how lonely it is.

coming back online in late 2018 right as everyone seemed to be in the midst of “20-gay-teen” and it was just thrown out into the open on pure presumption, and someone like me is totally lost and only just digging into what gets her going because she never had many chances growing up. 2018 became 2019, or “20-bi-teen”, and i join ao3 and begin sharing “have your cake and eat it” serially. a fic that plays on my main kink. i think it’s gonna be a hit with the kids because it’s kink, it’s a story… and it isn’t. i start to wonder why this is; is it the fact it’s het? the loving way lars is portrayed? the way it’s written? no one will tell me.

do any of you rubes know how lonely it is.

seeing someone like the green druidess, so proudly display herself for all the world to see and contort something as perfectly natural as sexuality into what she deemed her “raunchy side”, implying that it’s somehow dirty or disgusting… and talked down to me and also inadvertently called me a prude because of the way i display my sexuality, one of the first of the offenses she inflicted onto me, and people rally around her when i stand up for myself. yeah, feminism was taking steps backwards before it was deemed cool in 2023.

do any of you rubes know how lonely it is.

to indulge in kinktober for the second year only to have all of five people reading it, compared to the year before when it really started to seem like people were starting to take me seriously. oh, no, it doesn’t involve “you”, nor does it involve someone ~truly~ hot like james hetfield or peter steele. it can’t possibly be sexy. this person over here is 1000000x hotter!! make this person queen! yeah, only to have it go right to their head and then they act like all other people involved in kinktober are fools. the green druidess all over again: no plagiarism this time but the feelings are present again (feeling like an idiot, feeling humiliated, feeling used and useless…)

i’ve also wondered if the events on october 7 had something to do with it? knowing how everyone on here is so fucking pro-palestine handling the whole thing with about the same level of delicacy as a cannon ball to the face (and are committing and/or complicit in the same atrocities that you accuse israel of; big example being the absence of jewish art or photography—or any nuance for that matter—in the “levant” tag). i find a jewish man sexy, and oh, god forbid i ever do. deny your antisemitism all you want, gen z, but it’s there. deny your racism all you want, but it’s there. deny your sexism all you want, but it’s there.

moreover, your phony activist horse shit has carried over to the elder generations: you have someone like shirley manson, who’s doing the billie eilish thing and conflating her own bullshit (that should have been resolved a long time ago) with the world’s problems while talking out of both corners of the mouth; patti smith, who’s doing the pbs-at-this-time-of-year thing and guilt tripping people into likes; tobi vail, kathleen hanna, and the girls from sleater-kinney, all of whom are being huge bullies about everything now, no matter how pointless the cause is; annie lennox, who’s undoing everything she’s ever fought for; selena gomez, who’s like “i can’t stand seeing people get hurt, wahhhhh~!” i used to adore these women and i cannot believe that they’ve gone by way of gen z. feminism, particularly feminism known for being sex-positive, is a parody of itself now and while i’m not blaming anyone for it, i do feel that gen z and the current generation here on tumblr are accelerating it by declaring that some people are more equal than others, and this has spread out and contaminated everything. it started happening in 2014 with the mantras and beliefs on here going mainstream and it’s still happening, perhaps more so because there are a lot more people on here than back in 2014. it’s terrifying and sad to see your modern living feminist idols turn into fucking parrots, and what’s worse is i really don’t know if they’re doing it to stay relevant or not. the third wave of feminism spearheaded #metoo and sex-positivity: if you don’t value the lives you claim to value, how can i trust you from now on?

do any of you rubes know how lonely it is.

i’m a storyteller. i have about a million different kinks. i have specific tastes. i may write in a way that gets straight to the point but i’m obsessed with details. i identify as “she/her” but i’m not very feminine or girly—in fact, the way i do feminine is quite different with big bold flavors fused with classic and futuristic so it could also err on androgyny—which is apparently not okay. oh, yeah, it’s not “you got banged by them!!” nor does it involve something like breeding kink; if there’s something size kink or double penetration, i better be on my best behavior otherwise no one will approve. it’s certainly not the “plain jane meets boy, sexy times™️ ensue” slog fromthe green druidess. it’s not the ~sizzling~ (read: monotonous and boring) style of adam_is_arting, although my art is a different open letter altogether.

my sexuality isn’t allowed. i’m not allowed.

a generation of snide, smug, cocky, two-faced cunts who decree, “be yourself!” but the second someone like me comes along, you’re like, “oh. no. not okay.” and those of you who are like “but i’m not like that!” do you want an award? i could say, “you’ll learn with time” like i and so many of my peers have, but i don’t think you will. memes have eaten your brains only to puke them out onto a plate made of fortnite and tiktok for all the world to see. just complete mush that i don’t remember after the fact. archaeologists will uncover our history and ask what happened to humanity during this era all because it’s all online and the internet won’t last forever.

yeah, you guys totally call the shots. lol, yeah.

[senorincognito69]

Dominanta, First Round (Monthly tale - 55)

(Woman into ¿¿??)*

The dark corners of virtual oceans, placed buried in the tangled net of webpages, but not the ones for discussing crime and atrocity, no. These corners are for those that seek willing pleasure and oddity, and are just far enough from the public to be popular but not known.

If you dwell in such places you almost certainly have been to that forum, the one for Good Garls, and if you lurk amongst that collection of threads for long enough you will sooner rather than later discover that there exists a certain enthusiastic following for one of the wickedest forms that lewd lust can take…

Sports.

Even people that enjoy transformation have enthusiasm for healthy competition.

If you went to the most active thread in the least active section for the forum, a thread full of broken and dead links, the last one will work. You click on it and it automatically opens a video in a blank browser page, a live stream that will be gone as soon as it’s over.

It opens powerfully, strong and loud…!

Dominanta, Tournament of Will!

When the logo fades away a free moving camera gracefully rotates above a ring area, a battle arena, an ample sized octagonal space with padded floors and padded  walls. Everything in pristine pure white, with a few sparse black lines, markings and delineations of some kind that are certainly important for the rules. The ring doesn’t seem to have any access or exit doors.

An enthusiastic voice begins to speak, a deep but soft male voice. The man sounds old, sorta… coachy, but still strong, confident of his words, a chubby approachable fella.

Mad J. Earl: Monday, Monday, Monday! Welcome back to Dominanat, ladies, gentlemen and non-binary folks! There’s a packed and heated tournament in front of us, people, but before the main event starts two ladies are gonna settle their differences in the ring with a classical Grudge Match! Dakota, are you as excited as I am for the first fight of the day?

Mad’s open spiel is followed by a giggle. The second commentator has a girly voice, young, zappy and shrill in contrast with her partner, an obvious mean streak clear below her friendly tone. You are pretty sure that the woman known as Dakota has pigtails and you aren’t wrong.

Dakota Trazza: 100% excited, Mad! Horny even, you know I’m libido driven and there’s few things hotter than a Grudge Match! I can’t wait for it to start!

Mad chuckles.

Mad J. Earl: You are as lively as usual, Dakota… but please, if possible, show some restraint and don’t start to finger yourself like you did during the last stream!

Dakota Trazza: I categorically can’t promise that, grandpa! Let's move onto the presentation of our begrudging challengers already! Wearing the red underwear we have bookstore wine mom Vera Sebastos!

While the camera continues its showcase of the arena, in the middle of the screen a display with Vera’s information and statistics appears. On the left side was a big profile picture of Vera’s face, a long faced, long nosed, long necked white woman with thin auburn hair tied up in a ponytail, the background of the screen is full of bookshelves, she’s wearing a fluffy sweater and has a big smile on her face. Vera is clearly hugging someone that has been cropped out of the frame. In the middle of the screen you can read her information:

Vera Sebastos

Age: 36 Occupation: bookstore owner Status: married, one daughter

Height: 184,96 cm Weight and stature: slim Track record: 2 victories, 0 TFs

The last display is on the right side of the screen, a full body shot of Vera, her full body and fully naked. She stands nude and stiff, with a blank expression, the display slowly spins exposing every corner of her dignity. Tall, skinny, long limbed, hefty sized breasts with large areola and thick nipples, a sorta flat ass, an ample pubic bush in her crotch surrounds her wrinkly vagina.

Mad J. Earl: And in the silver underwear the musician Zephery!

The display changes to show the next challenger. Zephery’s profile picture seems to have been taken from the web and looks like an album cover. She’s a young brown skinned woman, wearing a hoodie, a cap and a ton of chains around her neck. She's squatting and looking down with a smug expression, arms crossed over her chest, making the horns gesture with both hands.

Her information:

Zephery (Theresa Douglas)

Age: 23 Occupation: rap singer Status: single, no offspring

Height: 151,02 cm Weight and stature: plump Track record: 3 victories, 3 TFs

In her body display she has a smug smirk as the goods of her naked body are shown to everybody. Her hair is long and black, with a single long dreadlock dyed flashy green and pink hanging from her forehead. Short and thick, with a big rear and hips, her boobs match her ass in size, her dark areolas were large too, but her nipples were inverted, she has a shaved crotch and puffy vagina.

Zephery profile pic and information goes away, her body display remains and Vera’s full exposure comes back to the screen. The displays are enlarged and move so they are next to each other, their nudity set in confrontation.

Dakota Trazza: Rapper, she’s a rapper.

Mad J. Earl: What’s the difference, she makes music doesn’t she?

Dakota Trazza: Well… yeah, eh… To be honest, I’ve never listened to any of her songs, but if she sings as well as she fights they must be pretty good. If I were a betting woman, and I am, I would bet on Zephery tonight.

Mad J. Earl: Zephery certainly has the bulk and impetus in this match up.

Dakota Trazza: Not only that, she has the will of a warrior! Pure fighting fibre! She asked this morning if she could participate in her next tournament match after she wins this grudge match.

Mad J. Earl: That would be against the rules, one match per person per session.

Dakota Trazza: I know, I know, but it’s the intention that counts, she isn’t here for thrills and cash like Vera, she wants to fight and that means Vera will likely end up as a boar in the pigsty today.

Mad J. Earl: Does Zephery plan to go through the back door?

Dakota Trazza: Yup, she wants to turn Vera into both a pig and a male to pair her up with her sow partner.

Mad J. Earl: Hmmm… Maybe a refreshment of the build up to this fight is good for the public. You see, folks, the grudge between these two women is quite personal. Vera Sebastos joined Dominanta, convinced to join by her friend Ginne Ronald, the two owned a bookstore together and wanted some adventure and spice in their lives, as do many of our warrior ladies. They participated as a team in the pairs category and had a good track record, but after an incident in the locker room Ginne challenged Zephery to a tournament match and she lost.

A short audioless video of the locker room is shown on screen. Vera is holding a large naked blonde woman from behind, Zephery is walking away from them, laughing hard while flipping a finger right in front of the blonde woman's face.

The video is followed by Ginne’s info. In her body display she’s shown to have been a rather big voluptuous woman, with generous breasts, belly and ass. Blonde curls on her head and on her crotch, fuzzy eyebrows and a soft smile on her round face.

Ginne Ronald

Age: 39 Occupation: DEFEATED, TFeed Former Status: married, mother of three

Former Status: transformed into a common sow, sent to a breeding farm

Where her profile picture should have been instead of the woman there’s a photo of an enormous black sow. The fat farm beast is lazily lying down, sleeping in the mud, two rows of bloated pink teats contrasting with her black fur.

Mad J. Earl: As you know, if the penetration is performed via the anus the transformation it triggers will be both of species and sex.

Dakota Trazza: Zephery just wants to get the two buddies back together, ain't that cute?

Mad J. Earl: I wouldn’t dismiss Vera so quickly, Dakota, she doesn’t seem like a meek woman and her track record is every bit as good as Zephery.

Dakota Trazza: Mad, please, it was the sow that won her matches, she walked, still human, out of two pairs fights with zero TFeeds in her record. You are too kind, she has no chance.

Mad J. Earl: That remains to be seen, motivation can give her the edge if she keeps her head cool Zephery may be the one transformed into a… *checks notes* Oh, a sea lion? That’s quite unique.

Dakota Trazza: *giggle* Vera said that at the very least as a seal Zephery would be entertaining, she plans to send her to an aquarium. It would be an amazing metamorphosis to witness, quite unique for sure, but I still think Vera is going to be the one oinking.

Mad J. Earl: You don’t declare a winner until the match is over.

Dakota Trazza: We will see soon, but, in the improbable event of Vera’s victory we have a couple of marine biologists aiding our usual arena veterinarian staff…!

The long corridor leading to the challengers entrance to the arena was ample, long and shadowy. At its end, behind the closed door hidden in the padded walls of the ring, Vera and Zephery wait.

Barefoot and wearing only their fighting bikinis.

Vera’s was on the left side of the corridor, her bikini was red, she was tying up her hair into a ponytail Zephery’s was on the right side, her bikini was silver, she had her arms crossed and was tapping the floor with her foot. On the floor there was a line that went down the middle of the corridor, the only thing separating the two women as they waited.

A tense silence only broken by Zephery’s chuckle.

“It’s unbelievable that they don’t allow you to compete more than once per day, I could totally have won a real fight after dealing with you, ehhh…” she shrugged. “Well, thanks for wasting my time, pig, but I’m not missing out on my chance of sending you to the mud.”

Vera didn’t answer, she lowered her arms and presented a serious expression.

Zephery leaned towards her.

“Cat got your tongue piggy? Are you are still upsetty spaghetti I turned your pal into a sow? You shouldn’t, you will soon be together with her again. Didn’t you hear how she squealed while transforming, she clearly enjoyed becoming bacon. When you are a male pig, the new boar in the sty fucking the fattest sow, will the sow still wonder about how much better I was than you at sex or will you at least manage to beat me at pleasuring her fat ass?”

Vera trembled slightly.

“I’m transforming you into a sea lion,” she said calmly, still looking towards the entrance to the arena. “You will end up in an aquarium, I’ll come to visit, with my daughter and Ginne’s kids and they will throw raw fish to you to eat and we will have a wonderful day.”

Zephery laughed heartily,  putting  both hands over her chest.

“What a touching fantasy! And I suppose I will clap happily while munching the fish?” she clapped. “Okk! Okk! Okk! Come to think of it… have you even told her kids they are the sons of a sow?”

That finally did the trick, with rage across her face Vera confronted Zephery, stepping over the line separating them. Zephery took a step back, with a wide smile on her face, the fight might have started right then and there if it wasn’t for the door to the arena beginning to open.

Bright light illuminated the corridor, Zephery began to move towards it, walking backwards, flipping a finger to Vera, then two, until she entered the arena, spun round and raised her arms to the crowd.

Vera followed her with her fists tightly clenched.

Once both challengers were in the arena the door closed behind them and vanished as if it didn’t exist. The applause and cheers of the audience echoed through hidden speakers.

The referee lady was already in the centre of the arena. A tall woman with an hourglass figure, gigantic tits and a mane of luxurious platinum hair. Her arms crossed behind her back, she was wearing the classic black & white striped referee shirt and a whistle around her neck, which wouldn’t have been at all unusual… if you didn’t consider that the shirt and just the shirt was the only item of clothing she was wearing or that black blindfold covering her eyes that didn’t seem to impair her sight in any way.

“Please,” she asked in an authoritative tone. “Get to your positions, challengers.”

Zephery and Vera both did as they were told and walked to the two circles in the middle of the arena, one to each side of where the referee stood. When they stepped into the circles they changed colour to match the underwear they were wearing.

Red and silver.

The fighters stood in their circles, one facing the other, giving impatient glances and taking last minute stretches.

“I want a clean fight,” continued the referee. “Hair pulling, scratching, kicks, punches… Keep them to a  minimum, this is a Dominanta match, the goal here is to dominate, to wrestle and to pleasure your opponent. Understood?”

“Yes,” answered Vera.

Zephery just half tilted her head.

The referee pointed at the rap singer.

“I want an answer, you understand the rules?”

Zephery rolled her eyes.

“Yes, yes I do.”

The referee nodded.

“If I see either of you trying to scratch your opponents eyes or something I will transform the rule breaker myself! In this fight one of you may very likely end up losing their humanity permanently, having to live as the beast chosen by their rivals for the rest of their lives, do you understand that as well?”

Vera and Zephery answer at the same time.

“Yes.”

“Then let the best warrior remain human! Get ready and start when the bell rings.”

After finishing her explanation the referee walked to her corner of the arena.

Those last seconds felt eternal, they stared at each other, Vera frowning, Zephery smiling…

Breath was held.

Then the bell rings.

The chime still echoed in Vera’s ears when Zephery leapt like a predator. She grabbed Vera by the waist and threw her to the floor using the full advantage of her bulk. The public roared with excited enthusiasm through the invisible speakers.

Mad J. Earl: UHHHHHHHHHH!

Dakota Trazza: There it is! That’s the will I was talking about! This is gonna be over very quickly!

“I got you, piggy!” Zephery gloated above Vera.

The wrestling was intense from the very first minute, the bodies of the two women rubbing together as their hands went in search of grappling spots. After hitting the floor Vera reacted as quickly as she could, but Zephery had the advantage and wasn’t going to let it go so easily, not even after the wine mom squeezed her buttocks.

They were locked in place for a few sensual seconds until Vera managed to slide away by putting her feet on Zephery’s belly and pushing her away. When Zephery fell back she was standing, gasping, radiant and had Vera’s red bra in her hand.

Zephery threw the bra to the floor.

The crowd and Dakota cheered.

Mad J. Earl: And the first piece of underwear is off in less than one minute!

Vera looked down at her naked chest and groaned, she began to get up, but Zephery didn’t give her the chance.

“Not so quick!”

With that shout Zephery jumped forward and reached the defenceless wine mom as she was still crawling along. The rap singer landed on Vera, the pair rolled across the floor. Zephery ended up with her back against the floor and Vera’s back against her breasts, but she wasn’t at a disadvantage, she was holding her rival, one arm around her opponent’s neck, both of her legs clasped around her waist.

Vera could barely move.

“Make it easy on yourself,” grunted Zephery. “Don’t get up, you belong down on all fours!”

“Fuck off! IIIIIIAGH!”

Vera tried to push the arm around her neck away, but she couldn’t make it flinch, she shook her whole body like a fish trapped in a net in an attempt to liberate herself, but Zephery remained an immovable object.

Zephery’s free hand reached for Vera’s crotch, Vera felt the pull in her ass.

Looking up Vera saw her red panties dangling from Zephery’s raised fist.

The referee blows her whistle, raising an open palm.

“NAKED!” she shouted moving away from her corner.

An ovation once again bursts from the speakers.

Zephery tossed Vera away and got up. She lifted both arms triumphantly, laughing hard, showing off the trophy panties to the eager crowd beyond the walls of the ring, she took a long sniff of the underwear before discarding it. Behind her the completely nude Vera coughed, she was on her knees, holding her sides with her forehead against the floor.

“Advantage for silver!” declared the referee. “Challengers, go back to your starting positions if you wish to continue!”

Zephery went back to her circle, making little happy hops, exultant and full of energy.

“You can still leave and live in shame as a woman, piggy!” she told Vera.

Dakota Trazza: Mad, now I hate we didn’t bet on this match, because it would have been the easiest win of my life!

“Red,” the referee asked the wine mom. “Do you wish to continue or do you surrender?”

With some effort Vera stood up.

“C-Continue…” she mumbled, dragging her feet back into her circle.

The crowd didn’t cheer for her.

The referee acknowledged her decision, lifted her palm again and moved her whistle closer to her lips.

“At the count of three! One…! Two…! Three!”

Her palm goes down, the whistle is blown.

Just like in the previous round Zephery was the first to act. The rap singer charged forward at full speed, so fast Vera barely had time to put her arms up in front of her face before being tackled by her rival. Using the inertia of the charge Zephery fit two fingers right inside the wine mom’s vagina.

The floor met them again. Vera was pinned down by one of Zephery’s hands that was pressing against her face. She groaned, she moaned, she shook trying to escape as her body heated up. Zephery masturbated her pussy, her two fingers wiggling inside her wet insides, her thumb rubbing her clit, her tongue licking her chest, teeth toying with her hard nipples.

“Lefmeeeggggoooooo!” she cried.

Zephery chuckled, powerful, cruel.

Dominant.

She twisted both her fingers with wicked precision.

“Gaggagagaaaaaaaah!” Vera gurgled without control.

The wine mom kicked the air with impotently trembling legs.

The rap singer licked upwards, following the curve of her neck, then her chin, her fingers so deep inside Vera she was touching her pubes with her knuckles. Zephery grabbed Vera’s face, squeezing her cheeks, forcing the wine mom to look at her.

“You enjoyed it!” she declared gleefully, pulling Vera closer and going even deeper inside her vagina. “You enjoyed seeing me fuck your friend! You enjoyed watching her transform into a big fat sow! You touch yourself every night thinking about how she’s a pig for the rest of her life!”

“NononononononnnhhnnhmmmHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!”

Vera closed her eyes, her back bent, raising her hips as she reached orgasm.

The whistle sounded.

“PLEASURED!” shouted the referee.

Dakota Trazza: She’s done! SHE’S DONE!

Zephery let Vera go, she walked back to her silver circle, sucking her fingers soaked in sex juice. Vera remained on the floor, curled into a foetal pose, one hand firmly on her crotch between her legs, fingering her pulsating coochie.

The referee knelt at Vera's side.

“Red?” she asked. “Red, are you still in the fight?”

Vera fingered herself for a few more seconds before reacting. Whilst biting her lower lip she opened her eyes and nodded.

“I need an answer,” continued the referee.

“Yes, still in…” gasped Vera, getting onto all fours. “I’m still fighting…”

She began to crawl towards her circle.

Zephery chuckled, shrugging and shaking her head.

The referee considered it a moment before nodding. Standing up she pointed at the rap singer.

“Advantage for silver! Strapon!”

The instant she spoke that last word a strapon dropped from the ceiling in front of Zephery. It was a white, well sized white dildo with a black strap, hard, but also kinda squishy, full of liquid.

Zephery picked it up and began to tie the sex toy around her waist.

“If you insist on being a pig I’m only too happy to help!” gloated the rap singer.

Vera didn’t answer, she had managed to get up after reaching her circle. She was leaning forward, gasping heavily, her hands on her knees. She breathed deeply, gulped, straightened up, she slapped her face and untied her ponytail, leaving her auburn hair free. Zephery was showing the strapon to her, doing thrusting motions with her hips. Vera looked at her with a shining determination in her eyes.

“On the count of three!” announced the referee. “One…! Two…! Three!”

For once Vera was the first to react, she rushed forward with the intention of tackling.

Zephery didn’t move, she waited patiently until the last possible instant, when she stepped to the side, leaving her foot in the middle of Vera’s path. The wine mom was moving too fast to stop, she stumbled over the obstacle and fell over.

Now having her rival on the floor Zephery went for victory.

She grabbed Vera by the neck from behind, raising her up.

“It’s time to squeal, pig!” the rap singer proclaimed, while spreading open Vera’s buttocks.

Vera felt the pressure of the plastic phallus approaching her anus.

Her useless slaps didn’t help.

The crowd was on the edge of their seats.

She closed her eyes.

Her brain returned her back to that conversation…

Ginne sits naked on one of the benches in the locker room, calming her with a soft smile and her easy going tone.

“Don’t worry, Vera,” she had told her. “If they corner you just remember this…”

Vera coughed, half-choked by Zephery arm. She couldn’t liberate herself by mere force, but she had one advantage, being taller and having longer arms. With no time to come up with a better plan, her hand slapped blindly at Zephery’s back in search of her objective, crawling downward, sliding inside the silver panties.

Zephery’s eyebrows rose.

“What…?”

Vera snorted, grunted.

“The… thumb… in the bum…!”

“AHHHHHH!”

The wine mom nailed the rap singer’s butthole with her thumb, a risky move that took Zephery by surprise. Lucky for Vera when Zephery hopped forward, startled by the sudden backdoor penetration, the dildo missed its mark, the tip of the toy slid up her spine.

Vera knew that she couldn’t waste this opportunity she’d created.

She grabbed the arm around her neck firmly and dropped herself backwards with all her weight, dragging Zephery with her. She landed on top of the rap singer's bouncy tits, leaving her breathless.

The audience gasped, equally as surprised as Zephery when that finger went inside her butt.

Mad J. Earl: Oh, my, what a move! She’s quite well versed in classical wrestling.

Vera’s attack didn’t relent, she got on top of Zephery before Zephery could get up and with every ounce of her strength lifted the rap singer sideways while shouting like a barbarian.

“Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

“Yiaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

Zephery was helplessly rattled before being tossed, landing on her belly and naked tits a couple metres away.

The wine mom stood, looking furious, with the silver bra in her hands. Leaving behind the bra she charged, naked fury that wasn’t going to allow her opponent a single instant of respite. Zephery tried to crawl away in an attempt to gain space and recompose herself, but Vera grabbed her by the legs and dragged her across the floor.

Next Vera lifted Zephery by her legs, holding her lower limbs against her chest, forcing the rap singer into a precarious handstand while she began to untie the dildo and to bite at the silver panties with snarling teeth.

“S-Stop… Stop, I have the advantage!” Zephyr cried, wiggling helplessly with the sole of Vera’s foot pressed against her face. “The dildo is mine! The dildo is mine!”

Mad J. Earl: A classic misconception, gaining the advantage only means that you get to attach the strapon first, but if your rival manages to take it away from you, as it seems is about to happen, they are perfectly entitled to use it. You win if you are the first to penetrate or if your rival doesn’t want to continue.

“NAAAAAAAAAARGH!” Vera snarled, pulling the panties off with her teeth and gaining possession of the strapon.

She spat the panties away and pushed Zephery away, Zephery tumbled over, ending up laying down belly up, naked and spreadeagled.

Dakota Trazza: It seems that Zephery was overly confident about her victory too soon…

Mad J. Earl: Not only her.

Dakota Trazza: Who could have guessed that that skinny ass housewife had a valkyrie gladiator inside her?

Mad J. Earl: Me.

Dakota Trazza: Screw you, grandpa, nobody likes a show off!

Mad J. Earl: *chuckles*

Zephery lay, dazed and exhausted, by the time she recalled that she was in a fight it was too late. Vera was grabbing her by the legs again, lifting her lower body up, her feet pressed back on her face.

Completely pinned.

Completely dominated.

Beyond the toenails she saw Vera, standing tall above her, a dishevelled raging apparition, the strapon ready at her waist. The wine mom was spreading her plump legs wide open, lining up her pussy with the tip of the sex toy for the final strike.

But Vera stopped.

“Give up!” she shouted. “Give up! Now! You lost”

The rap singer ground her teeth, the heat, the sweat, the smell, the strong pressure of the foot against her cheek. Somehow, despite the humiliation, she pulls a grin, curls her toes.

“Ggggh… Fuck you, piiIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH!”

Vera thrust with the dildo before the taunt was finished, the plastic hardon slid effortlessly inside Zephery’s vagina.

Mad J. Earl: We have a penetration!

Vera pushed further with her hips, falling over her plump defeated rival, pushing Zephery’s legs until Zephery was squished into a pretzel shape, with her feet near her head and her knees squeezing her boobs.

Fucked deeply by the fake cock.

“Ohhh! OHHHHHHHH! FUCK!”

The wine mom’s thrusts gained speed, force and confidence with each subsequent pelvic slam. All the exhilaration, all the angst and grief exploded in an outburst of lust with the chorus a cheering crowd as the background music.

A naked raw coitus.

They were lost in the dichotomy between sworn rivals and sudden lovers. During those blurry moments of lewd action it was only joint pleasure.

For Vera the pleasure of being powerfully dominant.

For Zephery the pleasure of being pumped with plastic.

“Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!” she repeated every time Vera pushed.

The rap singer grabbed the wine mom’s face and robbed a kiss from the adversary that had defeated her.

Close to a shared orgasm the strapon’s phallus reacted as if it was aware of the ongoing events, capable of recognizing the carnal walls surrounding its sizable length. The penis-device shook violently inside that pussy, an abrupt jostling that Zephery felt all the way up to her chest. Shortly after that, the vibrating pulsations started - several small holes opened in the tip and the sides of the dildo from which a thick warm pinkish liquid was discharged in every possible direction, filling up Zephery sex to the point of absolute overflow.

Zephery’s eyelids open wide, in a jerk she pulls Vera's head, pressing her rival’s face between her breasts while stretching her neck and howling in orgasmic bliss.

“UUUUUUH FFFFFFffook! FOK! OK! OOOK! OOOOOOOOHK!”

The referee’s whistle joined the noise.

Vera lifted her head from between the tits, she had been concentrating so much on her sexual performance that she hadn’t noticed that the referee had approached them until she saw the referee’s fingers pointing at Zephery.

“Silver defeated!” declared the arbiter in a thunderous voice. “Pleasured! Penetrated! Transformed!”

The vibrations of the dildo seemingly extended from the plastic into the flesh, resonating through every single fibre of Zephery’s pleasured body, making the soon not to be woman convulse.

“Ohhhh! Uuuuk! Ooooouhhh!” she moaned, soaked in sweat.

The wine mom was still holding her in a sexy pretzel posture, still penetrating her with the strapon.

They looked at each other.

Rivals, adversaries, eye to eye… and then Zephery’s eyes started to change.

Shrinking into dark shininess

Inhuman.

A pair of eyes just like those of a sea lion.

A confused and horny sea lion.

Zephery’s nose and upper lips twitched, she snorted and a long stiff whisker sprouted from one side of her face. Then a second whisker, a third, a fourth… Growing in quick succession on the left side and then the right side.

Her nose fell back into itself, its skin swelled, becoming rough and black, becoming a tiny and sorta cute snout fringed by the long whiskers.

“Uhhhhhh!” Zephery’s dark eyes crossed in a poor attempt at looking down at her changing face. She touched the tip of the whiskers with the tips of her fingers, seemingly amazed.

Vera remains on top, watching at the progression of the metamorphosis, speechless and with her mouth open, despite it not being the first time she had witnessed such an event.

That fact didn’t seem to matter.

It doesn’t matter…

It doesn’t matter how many times you see it, it doesn’t matter how many times you hear or read about it… seeing a woman become a beast is always a mesmerising fantasy.

Even more so if you are in the first row for the spectacle.

This time she was the direct cause of the transformation and that made her pussy clench underneath the dildo.

Zephery, with a sea lion’s muzzle forming in the middle of her face, stared back at the wine mom and let out another horny neck-stretching howl.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOK!”

Saliva hit Vera’s bone cheeks, but she didn’t close her eyes, not wanting to miss anything. The former rap singer howled as if she was born a sea creature and as she howled her skull cracked loudly, pushing outwards into a muzzle, her mouth spread impossibly wide, fangs lengthening while the rest of her teeth shrunk, but all of them becoming sharp and pointy.

The howling grew stronger with each change, the agitation of the transformation so intense it made Vera shake, reigniting the dildo in Zephery’s pussy.

“Waah!” It was like riding a sea bull, the wine mom’s fingers losing their grip on Zephery’s wet skin, the strapon going in and out.

Patches of shiny brownish-grey fur began to sprout and disperse over her skin, quickly spreading and coating her body inch by inch. Her neck bloating, Vera fell onto Zephery’s chest, the dildo all the way inside her burning pussy.

Her nose touched Zephery’s muzzle.

Zephery showed off her sharp teeth with a sharp smirk.

“Toukch youk self thinking aboukt this every noight!”

With a powerful jolt Zephery sent Vera flying away as the transformation forced her to liberate her limbs from the pretzel pose. Her vagina was left leaking the pink and throbbing beyond control.

“OOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUKH!”

Vera landed on her back, she sat up to stare back at the spectacle.

Zephery lay down, doing all sorts of sexual and beastly sounds as the shifting of her form progressed. Her hair began to fall out, her ears growing floppy and smaller, arms and legs hastily shortening leaving her severely and mockingly handicapped. She hooted and hooted, slapping her breasts with both hands as they shrank and migrated down towards her narrowing pelvis to become teats and her fingers lost their nails and elongated, becoming connected by a flesh web to turn into long, wide flippers.

Foreflippers.

Her legs were totally lost at the hips, leaving only her flattening feet that were changing in a way quite similar to how her hands had mutated, but not quite as large. They could be mistaken for a stubby mermaid’s tail, but there were no fish scales on her deforming feet.

The second pair of flippers.

Hindflippers.

The hind flippers of a sea lion.

A big female sea lion.

Grunting and snorting Zephery rolled over, getting herself up onto all flippers. The changes were close to their conclusion, to erasing almost all traces from her previous self.

Her spine bent and curved as she was squeezed into a more tubular shape, shoulder bones compressed above her ribcage. She lowered her lower body flat against the floor, rubbing her sex, howling with lustful passion at the ruin of her human form.

Vera had got up, approaching what was left of her rival. The wine mom had a hand on the dildo, mindlessly slowly stroking the plastic toy as she saw the changes slowing down. The sea lion tilted her neck to look at her, the flashy green and pink dreadlock hung lonely from the beast’s forehead.

“Briiioink susssshyshhh wennn ooook ooook vishiiik!”

Vera leaned forward, grabbed the dreadlock and pulled it off her forehead.

The metamorphosis ends.

From the speakers the bell rings three times in a row.

The referee grabbed Vera’s arm, the one with the hand holding the dreadlock, and lifted it up high.

“Red underwear, Vera Sebastos! Dominanta victory!”

Vera’s stunned expression didn’t change with the referee’s announcement, but the audience answered it with outrageous applause. One of the hidden doors of the arena opened and a team of five arena staff members, all of them dressed in white overalls and with black masks concealing their faces, rushed in and surrounded the female sea lion to take care of the distressed horny beast and give her any aid she may need.

The camera moved back from the close up, back to its rotating motion around the busy arena. On each side of the screen the naked displays of the two challengers returned. Zephery’s display froze with her looking forward and was dulled into a complete grey tone, Vera’s display remained slowly spinning and exposing the wine mom’s nudity in full colour.

Mad J. Earl: *clapping* What a match! What a match! THAT’S why we love Dominanta fights, excitement until the very last second!

Dakota Trazza: I’m glad I didn’t bet on it, but that transformation was amazing! Made me want to ook, ook alongside the seal! I was pulling my panties down!

Mad J. Earl: I agree, it’s a shame that challengers do tend to choose mundane farm animals for their victories, rare transformations make the changes more interesting in my opinion.

Dakota Trazza: Uhhhh… So, I’ve just been informed by our Backstage staff that seals and sea lions are two different kinds of animals. Who could even tell the difference?

Mad J. Earl: That’s another plus for these rare TFs, learning about the fantastic biodiversity of our world is always entertaining.

Dakota Trazza: I guess so, grandpa... Okay, it’s time to close out this stream to get ready for the next fight.

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[hellobrockie]

Gundam 00: Episode 11 Allelujah

While Allelujah is never a character I got particularly invested in, partially because he seems to fade into the background in season 2 (a whole other post tbh) the episode Allelujah is a great mostly self contained story.

So this episodes takes place right after the HRL's failed attempt to capture. Its the first time we CB in any real trouble- Tieria reveals Nadleeh to escape and Hallelujah makes his first real appearance, using Kyrios's very scary pincers on the HRL's mobile suits.

In one of the first scenes Soma drops a big reference to one of our recurring themes. Basically every character in 00 is looking for a reason to live- a goal that is usually in conflict with nihilism, deep self loathing, guilt, or trauma.

So Allelujah knows for sure he isn't the only super soldier out there and that the super soldier is operating somewhat secretly. Hes conflicted about it, colored by his own self loathing but also the absolute misery his childhood was. He has a little chat with Hal, who in the tradition of evil second personalities is hotter.

While not directly mentioned in his decision to blow up the HRL super human lab, the lab's continued work could put Allelujah's piloting job at serious risk if they weaponize his weaknesses. This is selfish reasoning so I'm not surprised Allelujah doesn't directly consider it, or at least pretends he doesn't.

Also these very pretty shots happen in front on that same window everyone on the ptolemy uses for monologing. I do like how when Allelujah turns around to face Hallelujah, he instead is face to face with Setsuna. Setsuna isn't exactly CB's sin eater but it seems all the meisters have a dark side that Setsuna at least partially encapsulates. And on a few occasions this does lead to him getting punched or a gun in his face. Allelujah and Setsuna were both raised for war and committed terrible atrocities at a young age out of survival. While all the meisters are supposed to keep their pasts a secret, Setsuna is even more secretive in season 1. I don't think the two would ever directly connect over this similar trauma and notably Allelujah is absent when the Trinitys force Setsuna to spill the beans.

Ultimately Allelujah does destroy the research institute and everyone inside it deciding that no one should have to live like him. To top off him literally ending his own childhood he tells Sumaragi its his birthday and he celebrates with a drink. Also our first hint that maybe Hallelujah isn't exactly evil.

Bonus: Our first hints that Tieria is more soft and human than he lets anyone know. Lockon teases him after he blows up a Sumeragi for 'making him' use Nadleeh. Later he uses Veda to read Allelujah's report on the Human Research Lab. Tieria plays off the lab as a stupid 'human mistake' but its pretty clear he's digusted by the lab and somewhat empathetic that Allelujah is facing his past when he verbally tells Allelujah he'll handle the forces outside the colony.

[rolandrockover]

Kover It Up Vol. 4 - Any Way You Want It

Today, for a change, I'm going to agree with Mr. Paul Stanley, not entirely without reservation, but with good intentions and possibly well on the way to doing so.

If he admits that Kiss should have kept their hands off DC5's Any Way You Want It that they recorded for Side 4 of Alive II (1977), and I agree with him on that point, but since it's too late anyway and the atrocity has long been done, I'd at least like to point a finger of censure that they should at least have done it right.

So what could have gone wrong if the original from 1964 sounds a lot wilder, more radical and more energetic than a cover version by the current wildest, flashiest and loudest rock n' roll band in the world of 1977? It should be noted, however, that the 13-year age difference between the two musical outputs should be equated to at least 130 years due to the felt change in culture.

Well, since Kiss' version apparently suffers from the Then She Kissed Me syndrome (1) once again, and must almost be described as bland in comparison, the answer to this must be once again just a lack of time and the presumably accompanying lack of inspiration, which, I guess, is not necessarily the ideal prerequisite for a successful cover version.

Just look at DC5's distorted, roaring saxophone, the defiantly monotonous straight forward guitars and the vocals chased through an Echoplex, which almost spit an anticipation of punk into the middle of the room and were more reminiscent of Ramones than anything else, and certainly wouldn't have been easy to swallow for the listening habits of 1964.

Which kinda makes Kiss' interpretation of Any Way You Want It next to DC5 look like Bobby Rydell next to Kiss' cover version of his Kissin' Time in '74. That must have been pretty hard stuff for Kiss fans in '77, because some of them obviously haven't recovered from the shock to this day.

But maybe this was all just pure calculation, and Any Way You Want It's just a trojan horse that they secretly tried to foist on the parents of the fanbase, with the plan to appease them a little.

Yes, I guess they had it all worked out.

Side Note:

(1) The exact opposite of the more ambitious translation of Kissin' Time in '74 into the band's own language, somewhere between their debut and Hotter Than Hell. Literally.

Any Way You Want It (1977)

Any Way You Want It (1964)

[serendipity-by-chance]

tbh idk why this debate comes up with defending him? like he IS the antagonist guys. he is a fucked up man willing to commit atrocities for power and his people. he did treat people like shit

and hes fucking hot so who cares? its not about the actor but some of u need to start understanding that liking a fictional character with dubious morals or greyish morals and liking a ship with fucked up dynamics does not in any way indicate we approve of it in real life. like fiction is… not real. some of u take it WAY too seriously. darkling is hot. book darkling who is more fucked up than show darkling is HOTTER. i like that darklina bring out the worst in each other. its hot. i like the idea of ships who make each other worse and see the terrible parts of each other and love those terrible parts.

so yeah. thats why i like darklina

I don’t have screenshots, but I saw a tiktok that said something along the lines of:

“Going into the second season knowing all the Darklina shippers will defend everything he did because he’s played by Ben Barnes.”

Which is me paraphrasing, but that was the the gist of it.

Like, bestie. A: I don’t ship Darklina. B: I’m not defending him because he’s played by Ben Barnes. I’m defending him because he was right.

Exactly.

I've read the books after the show was out, but I didn't watch it, until I've finished the trilogy. I thought the Darkling wasn't wrong during my first reading.

I've changed my mind during first chapter of Six of Crows, and decided Aleksander's been too soft. I'd annihilated anti Grisha bigots centuries before he even threatened them with the Fold.

I almost stopped shipping Darklina during the waiting for second season, because Sasha deserves better.

As you can see, none of it is Ben's fault. If anything, his and Jessie's chemistry's what makes their interactions at least a little enjoyable even though show!Alina's writing's probably even worse than book!Alina's.

Being canonically hot, or played by clever handsome lad is just a sweet bonus for us, the Darkling stans, to make up for being called dumb sluts by antis.

[galacticgraffiti]

✥ Fear and Respect ✥

NEW TEASER NEW THOT

Y'all I might continue this later but I'm shaking like a leaf on a tree. I need to get this out because this trailer fucking destroyed me where I stood.

Warnings: talks of exhibitionism/public nudity, Dom/sub dynamics, Dom!Boba, slightly bratty reader A/N: As always with these, this is not proofread and nothing. Might correct later if I have the nerve.

!!! NSFW/18+ !!!

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"I brought you the man. Pay me, Fett, or it is you who will be paying."

This dispute has been going on for a while, too long in your opinion. You are seated in Boba's lap, leaning back against the armrest. And before the man went and said this Very Stupid Thing you were suppressing a yawn, but now you perk up. There is no way Boba will let that slide-

He stares down at the man, his face obscured by the helmet as it always is in public. You hold your breath, half-expectinng Boba to wave over the guard, but instead his hand leaves your side to slip to his hips and before you can look back at the man before the throne, he is just- well, gone. You blink. What the kriff-

Boba sets his pulse rifle back down, the smell of burnt flesh tinging the air and your breath gets shallow. He just-

"Did you just..." you are lost for words. Boba's head turns to you.

"-disintegrate him? I did."

You are quiet. You know about his past, the crimes and atrocities he has comitted. And you don't mind, not really- the galaxy can be a harsh place, and so far, Boba has proven to be a fair ruler to his people. But he promised you something, something you cannot just forget.

“i thought you were going to rule with respect. Your exact words to me, were they not?” You stare at him, your tone more accusing than you meant it to be, but you are still shocked.

“Sometimes fear is better. Faster. More effective." Boba's voice is cold when he answers. "Are you questioning my rule?”

“Are you threatening me?” Your heart is beating in your throat. This side of him- you have heard of it. But seeing it in person is something else entirely. It scares you... makes your blood run hotter and your skin tingle. The danger, the mercilessness- it oozes off of him, tainting the air, and still you just... want him. You want him.

“Only if you don’t obey.” His husky voice snaps you out of pondering your body's more than questionable response to his actions.

You stare up at him, lip trembling, your cunt pulsing.

“You haven’t even given me any orders.”

“Do you really want to talk back to me right now?” Boba murmurs.

“Well fuck, i wouldn’t if i knew what you wanted me to do.” You don't know where the courage comes from, or if it's just stupidity. You can't control your mouth anymore, your lips moving without your brain computing what you are saying. Boba's helmet tilts up, then down. You shiver, guilty about the arousal you feel. His voice is hard and cold as steel when he speaks.

“Strip. Right now.”

Your mouth hangs wide open at his words, brain short-circuiting before you pull yourself together and shake your head.

“Boba, there is people around.”

“I don’t care. Right. Now.”

You are on fire. Something about him makes you want to obey, makes you want to listen to him and follow his orders only so he will tell you that he is proud of you. That you are his. But shame burns on your cheeks and you can't hold back the question, not after the ruthless act you just witnessed.

“What would you do if i refused? Would you try to rule me with fear as well? Make me your- your slave?” you spit and Boba quickly shakes his head, all tension leaving him for a second as he soothes you.

"Never, cyar'ika. Not ever. Everyone is entitled to their free will." The darkness sneaks back into his voice as quickly as it had gone before. "And I know I don’t need to threaten you. Not with pain, not with punishment. Osik, you’d probably enjoy it.”

You tremble at Boba's words, the quick shift of his mood leaving you dizzy. But you don't dare speak, so you just look at him, waiting for him to go on.

“No, you, ner kar’ta… I don't need to rule you with fear, you I can rule you with respect, that much i know. You know where your place is, little one. Because you want to submit to me, don’t you? You’re just begging for me to take you, guide you, command you. Even after all that backtalk, after you running that big fucking mouth of yours, you still want me to ruin you... To fuck the brat out of you, and you know that I will. And you know that you will like it. Osik, you’ll fucking beg me for more.” Boba pauses, then leans back and spreads his legs wider to let you hop down from his lap. “Now strip.”

Your brain is in overdrive, arousal and embarrassment mixing as you stare down at the people still gathered in the throne room. None of them are paying particular attention to you right now, but you know that’ll change within seconds.

Boba’s hand soothes your back and for a second, his soft voice is back.

“You know it’s alright if you want out. I know you’ll take your punishment like a good girl, out of respect for your king. But if you do as I say, if you pay me respect by listening to me, by obeying me... oh cyar'ika, the reward will be better than you could ever imagine.”

“I don’t- I don’t want the punishment,” you whisper. “I’m yours. Everyone can know. I'll show them how I respect my king.”

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come come come, be fed my darlings

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[padmeandaloysupremacy]

This is a little story I wrote of Sith Padme. I absolutely love the concept of her being a Sith and I also love the concept of her being jealous and fiery because its something we don't see very often. I utilized Anakin during the Zygerria Arc since my headcanon is that Padmé would of ripped apart the Queen for what she did to Anakin, and I hated how TCW made Anakin seem to not really care about going back into slavery. I also headcanon Padmé's handmaidens being incrediebly defensive of Anakin since Padmé loves him so much, but also because they enjoy his company. If something happened to him, they would also join Padmé in their conquest. I want more handmaiden and Anakin fluff.

TW: Implied sexual assault.

"P-pa..dmé."

"Ani!"

Padmé whisked her body around and flung her arms around the neck of her beloved, relishing in the feel of his hard chest against her cheek, the heat emanating off his body onto hers, and the soft beating of his heart signifying that he is indeed alive and in her arms.

How she dreaded what might have happened to him. What she had heard happened to him. What  she found out happened to him. What her master finally told her about what happened to him.

How the disgusting queen clawed her dirty, slimy claws over the body of her beloved. How her sweet, demeaning words were used to seduce her Ani, to her willing loyal servant. How she took away his choice to choose, and damned him to a life like from his past, that he wishes to all but forget about. How the queen broke him and turned him into her little pet, to do her bidding in the sheets, or in battle.

The inferno burning inside of her only seemed to glow and burn hotter and brighter than ever before. The dark side surging and breathing through her veins like the plasma cores underneath the Queen's Palace in Theed. The dark tendrils of the dark side flowing around her, hissing and sizzling in need. Oh how she wants to tear every single limb of that insufferable shutta and have her taste the true cruelty, suffering, and POWER of the Dark Side.

But first, she must play her part.

The part of Padme Naberrie.

For Anakin.

Always for Anakin.

Her Ani.

And as she tilted his chin down to focus his eyes on her, to let him feel the raw torrent of love and passion in her own, and understand that whatever has happened isn't his fault and no matter what happened, she will always love him.

She was all but met with a blankness she had never seen before. She usually seemed some sort of detachment within him, like when he would come back from a hard campaign and couldn't seem to fathom the losses he faced or the atrocities he saw. This look, the one her eyes are set upon, is something she truly never seen before. His eyes blank like an artist's canvas. 

Did that wench really break her husband?

"Not on my watch", Padmé's voice roared with fury within her body.

She grabbed Anakin's hands and pulled him over to the plush sofa, and held him tightly as he cried and sobbed his heart out to her about everything that transpired with his time on Zygerria. How he was so sorry, and that he didn't deserve her! That last bit seemed to only make the inferno burn hotter and Padmé was on the verge of exploding at any moment.

Play your part Padmé, anger in front of him will do you or him no good.

She instead held him and brushed his hair while muttering soft spoken words of comfort and demanding he not think this. That he does in fact deserve her, and that whatever the Queen told or demanded of him is wrong and will never be right. Ever. Not in a million years.

He looked up to her with a newfound tiredness, and she gave him a soft smile in return, "Sleep Ani. Sleep and everything will be okay. I promise."

He reluctantly obliged. Lying his face down on her lap and allowing the bittersweet state of sleep to overwhelm him.

Padmé stared down at his resting face and hissed, "No one. I mean no one will ever hurt you again, my love."

…………………………………………………………

"Dormé, keep an eye on Ani for me. He has endured great trauma from his experiences on Zygerria, and needs time to rest and evaluate everything that had just occurred."

Dormé nodded and was about to ask when Padmé abruptly interrupted her, "His problems are connected to me. I have to keep my distance for a bit." Padmé fists clenched at her sides and the whites of her knuckles started to show. "I don't want to, but even I know that a lot has transpired over there and I need to let him slowly convert back to a normal lifestyle."

"Plus, I have some unfinished business with a certain queen." Padmé seethed.

Dormé, seemingly to understand what her mistress is implying, nods her head in agreement and whispers, "Be safe milady, do this not just for you, but for all of us, and especially him."

And as Dormé turned away, she couldn't see Padmé's face directly, but she knew the marks of bright anger were etched on her skin and the orange hues that glowed within her amber eyes seemingly glowed ten times brighter than ever before, reminiscing Dormé of her mistress's hideout on the depths of Mustafar.

The Queen will Pay.

Padmé will make sure of that.

[i-am-literally-deranged]

Actually you know what I WILL criticize you on the hottest dating sim character.

Shuu Iwamine is objectively more attractive than Yuuya, and here is a neat bulleted list of why I think so:

He evil. Everyone likes someone evil and a little bit irreparably damaged.

Long hair,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, tied up in a cute little bow

Those EYES. We've all seen the "Unique!! White blue-eyed boy!" but I've seen people drool over those deep purple eyes

Tired all the time. Relatable

Constantly drawn covered in blood. People go crazy over that

He berates the player but occasionally gives them validation, which is enough to make most people coming back for more (as ill-advised as that may be)

Oh I love a good debate!!!! :D

• I actually think that irreparably damaged but still NOT evil is the hottest variety of character! It's easy to be traumatized and evil, but it takes some real SUBSTANCE to be more than that. Yuuya has some real dimension to him! He's incredibly selfless! He murdered a baby. He's incredibly loyal! He mutilated one of his best friends' body and covered up her murder. He's such a truly good person! How many students died while he was on the job? But Shuu is just plain evil. Sure there is dimension to him, but I don't find it COMPELLING. I can't get into Shuu's head and see myself making the same decisions he did. I can't justify or rationalize any of the things he did. That's a lot less hot to me than someone like Hitori or Yuuya who come in all these lovely shades of gray. Their bad deeds are so UNDERSTANDABLE, so genuine. They're more understandable, more sympathetic, and so it's easy to feel closer to them. I can't imagine feeling close to Shuu. The things he does are too evil, and don't make as much sense. When Yuuya does something awful it makes SENSE. It feels like an almost inevitable tragedy, there's no other way it could have gone, there was no right answer and he took the best way out he knew how. THAT'S SOME HOT TRAGEDY RIGHT THERE, REAL SHAKESPEAREAN SHIT!! THE GOOD STUFF!! When Shuu commits atrocities it's like. Ah, it's Tuesday. He just does it because it's What He Does. He's evil, and a terrible decision maker, and that's why he does what he does. And honestly, as much as I love the shades of gray, and the appeal of villainous characters is undeniable, I'm a real sucker for the good guys. I've never been one to fall into the tumblr sexyman trend of loving the villains. I love heroes and anti-heros! Good people in bad situations, just doing their best in a world without any right answers. Nothing makes me UwU💕 more than that.

• okay you got me there. Shuu's hair is fantastic. I love it. And his bow is amazing you're so right. ALTHOUGH credit where credit is due, Yuuya's little hair clips! They're so cute.

• Okay but HAVE YOU SEEN YUUYA'S SMILE??? It's so charming!!!!!! You can just FEEL the warmth in it. It's playful, it's easygoing, it's charming, it's mysterious. And as we all know!!! Mystery IS the most powerful of aphrodisiacs after all! Shuu has those purple eyes, but his smile says serial killer, and it's not lying. Yuuya's smile strikes my heart still! Also, Shuu's purple colour scheme is physically part of him, he didn't make that cool style decision himself. But Yuuya having all orange matching accessories?? That's so cute!! He planned that, made a conscious decision to colour code himself in orange. It makes me think that maybe it's his favourite colour. Shuu was handed the purple aesthetic life, but Yuuya chose and intentionally curated an orange aesthetic for himself, and I think that's wonderful.

• Okay but have you considered that Yuuya is also frequently covered in blood, and it's almost always his own blood? Being drenched in your own blood is SO much better than being drenched in somebody else's. It's more sanitary, and it gives poor little meow meow points. Yuuya covered in his own blood is infinitely hotter than Shuu covered in anonymous blood from somewhere unknown. What can you do with a Shuu covered in blood? Where do you GO from there? But a Yuuya covered in blood, that's the start of a hurt/comfort fanfic in the making! You can like, take him home and patch him up. There's places to go with that, there's a plotline in the making. Ergo, Yuuya's blood is hotter than Shuu's.

• I am immune to this effect on account of not being into degradation. Also, if Shuu's subtle praise is worth coming back for, what about Yuuya's flirtations? They're genuine compliments AND kind of a funny joke at the same time. That's the best of both worlds. You can joke with him about it, AND feel good about all the nice things he said about you. They're fun and cute, and some of the nice things he says are pretty genuinely sweet.

Some further points,

•With Yuuya you can get into these action packed near death experiences. Nothing more attractive than that, a "You and me against the world" partnership in a world that wants you dead. That's the best kind of bonding experience there is, and so logically, doing super spy stuff with Yuuya makes for an objectively fantastic date. Bonding through danger! A partnership where you trust eachother with your lives, literally! You can't get that kind of thing with Shuu, because Shuu IS the danger.

•ALSO Yuuya would Treat Me Right, and I know this with absolute confidence. Shuu is limited in his potential hotness by the fact that you can never really get close to him without getting murdered. But Yuuya? Yuuya cares. Yuuya would literally die for you. Yuuya is loyal, and kind, and just a damn good guy all around. He cares so much! He's such a good friend. Just look at the way he interacts with Sakuya. Or better, how he interacts with Ryouta, who he has no real connection with or obligation to, but still treats with so much kindness even though Ryouta is so hard on him. You gotta appreciate how much Would Treat Me Right energy Yuuya brings to the table

• I have terminal I Can Fix Him disease, and Yuuya's abysmally low self esteem makes me foam at the mouth. Every time something horrible happens to him I go absolutely feral, and bad things happen to Yuuya a lot. The more a character suffers the hotter they are. This is an objective fact.

[piningpebbles]

do you have any favorite c!jack fanfics?

oh you bet I do!! i've got a bunch bookmarked but these are my absolute favorites and my favorite lines from each:

and what do i get for my pain? - d1nobones

angst, violence, canonical character death, major gore/injury

Four things about dying, or an examination of Jack Manifold's canon deaths.

“Jack never comes to terms with that first death. In fact, he avoids thinking about it, puts it on the backburner as he goes to collect his items from his death site. He conveniently blocks out the mass amounts of blood splashed across the grass and the body-shaped indent in the dirt. He picks up his armor, his bag full of items, and goes to clean them up. 

A month later, the indent is filled with red and blue flowers.”

snow in the desert (and the waning of the christmas season) - Ophelia_of_the_Woods

hurt/comfort, minor unintentional injury

When Jacks invitation to her Christmas party comes back unopened, Niki sets off to find her friend and celebrate the holiday with him.

“For someone who espoused the virtues of growth and moving forwards in the face of the atrocities dealt against them, Tommy sure found it easy to inflict the same pain against Jack that he had once endured. 

Hypocrite.” 

Eighty Days - Eluminium

hurt no comfort, panic attack, depression, past character death

He'll get out of bed and out into the world right now. Hell, he promised himself just that yesterday. And the day before that...and the day before that day...and the week before that...Maybe this will be harder than he thought, maybe this will be one of the biggest challenges he'll ever undertake. Prime, isn't he pathetic?

“How could he assume otherwise? Who'd care enough to comfort Jack Manifold? Who would wrap their arms around his quivering form and whisper sweet nothings into his ear, and tell him that everything is going to be okay? Who would let him succumb to sleep in their arms, lulled by their heartbeat?

A dampened chuckle emanated from him in between his uneven breaths as the thought bounced around his head like a loaded spring. No-one. They don't care.”

you need help. (what's help?) - jackstanifold

angst, unintentional self-harm, suicidal thoughts/ideation, disordered eating

Puffy was not a fan of Jack Manifold. How could she be, when she met with his victim twice a week? He was a monster, and she hated him, but when he appeared at her office one afternoon, she had to help him. Does he even know what he needs?

“He either wanted to die, slow and painful, like he deserved, or he wanted to get better, stop hurting people, and there’s really only one person on the server who might be able to give him either.”

look who's inside again - grinny_shreek

hurt no comfort, depression

Jack has had a routine for the past month, even though that routine consists of doing maybe two things daily, but he ignores that. He's got a routine, and that means he's getting his life together. He's organized. ... God, he's pathetic.

“ ...It's pathetic that he can't even manage hot water. What's his issue?”

Burning doesn't hurt (When you can't feel a thing) - EternalConfusion

hurt no comfort, suicidal thoughts, self-harm

Jack Manifold wasn’t alive, not really. (A look into Jack's thoughts after he finds out Tommy died.)

“ Tommy was dead. Tommy was dead and Jack didn’t feel a thing. His oldest friend was dead, wasn’t that supposed to hurt? Wasn’t he supposed to be happy? Wasn’t this what he was working for? Wasn’t this why he was still going? He was supposed to be happy. He was supposed to feel something again.”  

And He Was Nothing - jackstanifold

violence, canonical (past) character death, angst, depression, suicide attempt, disordered eating

Jack had nothing, he was nothing, and he never won.

“The sun was brighter than he remembered.

The air was hotter than he remembered.

The breeze smelled worse than he remembered.

But still, he smiled.

He was alive.”

[blaydiud]

So, Areadbhar stuff

Bone lance is here, WHICH MEANS time for hcs! Some may contain lore spoilers, so be mindful!

The weapon made out of the Grim Dragon’s bones, carrying the Crest Stone that used to be its heart. It is a tall lance, standing at around 2,10m if measured from the bottom of its base all the way up to the tallest point in the blade. It feels heavier than the average lance and notoriously difficult to handle due to its size and weight. Much like all other Relics, Areadbhar flares to life if wielded by its matching Crest bearer, burning a bright flame and oftentimes even twitching ever so slightly, as if it were alive. 

Areadbhar was designed mainly for attacks in sweeping and swinging motions, its spiked blade and height being the most appropriate to literally cut through a wall of enemies akin to how a farmer would scythe down a crop. It can be used for jabs as well, but performs poorly if thrown like a javelin. Because of how the blade isn’t completely smooth and uniform, wounds caused by Areadbhar are often fatal if not incredibly difficult to heal without the aid of a skilled faith user.

Combat Arts: Atrocity

The materialization of Luchtainn’s viciousness and cruelty. Atrocity manifests in ways that are mainly only felt by its user: the Relic suddenly feels far lighter and easier to swing around, a tempting invitation for its wielder to deliver more relentless attacks. Another particularity is how the blade becomes hotter every time it's swung around, as if the air itself were igniting it over and over again to the point the blade begins to singe and melt everything it touches, further exacerbating its potential to wound- and most importantly, to kill.

Said Combat Arts also earned the lance a nickname, the Slaughterer. It maimed, it burned, and it smelled of death.

Headcanons!

Since Areadbhar literally sets itself aflame when its Combat Arts is used, it tends to carry a burnt bone smell. In many of the Kingdom’s books and documents of the past, it was detailed how enemies would tremble in fear when the stink of charred bone reached the battlefield- it meant that the Areadbhar was near.

Said smell is usually kept in check by the thick sheath made exclusively for the lance. The “Areadbhar Sock”, or “Cozy” as Dimitri named it.

It’s naturally warm even when its Combat Arts is inactive, so during cold seasons one can hug or stand close to it for its warmth.

It becomes strangely lighter to hold if submerged in water. If held underwater by a bearer of the Crest of Blaiddyd, it’ll start to gently flap around akin to a swimming animal. Some claim it looks more “peaceful” in those moments.

If handled by a crestless user or someone lacking the Crest of Blaiddyd, much like any other Relic, Areadbhar may consume their body and turn the user into a Demonic Beast. In Areadbhar's particular case, it’ll burn the user alive and the remains left behind once the Demonic Beast is defeated will be charred to ash.

Areadbhar has a presence of its own. Currently stored in the Royal Palace of Fhirdiad, many claim to feel uneasy or uncomfortable when near the lance’s room or inside it.

As a result it’s very easy to notice the lance and by extension, its user. So Areadbhar is definitely not the best to be brought for stealth attacks or ambushes unless one finds a way to work around its presence or perhaps even use it for their benefit.

The Relic is said to have a strange connection to the dead, some claiming that it invites death into one’s life. Others claim that it’s just the lance’s grim smell and bloodied legacy that generates legends.

Much like most other Relics, Areadbhar does twitch occasionally. It’s not much, but if one is close to it enough or touching it, it’s noticeable.

[nasty-b]

Drunken Filth

A Wire x Reader x Heat Smut Fanfic. Nsfw of course. 

This is somewhat soft. Aside from the obvious fucking going on. 

When you took his offer there had been loads of alcohol in your system. Saying yes to the huge man telling you he’d rock your world had been one of the more poor decisions in your life, for sure. Yet, here you were. Currently sitting on one of two beds that was situated in the inn he was staying at with one of his pals, who seemed to be currently out. Watching him remove weapons from his body he had somehow hidden underneath his huge cloak that came from his head.

Alcohol was a friend that made some things seem like a good idea but right now not even your trusty friend of liquor could convince you that this was gonna go fine. It’s not that you thought he needed weapons to accidentally hurt you regardless. The man was built like a half god.

Broad, muscled shoulders that connected arms stringy with muscle and strength, his hands huge and probably able to wrap easily around your throat just using one hand. His torso sculpted with abs, complemented by the weird net contraption that he was currently stripping off his upper body.

Your eyes continue to roam against your better judgement to his legs that were barely covered by the net stockings he was wearing. How someone with such an odd sense of fashion managed to get into your pants in the first place was beyond you. Aside from that, you realized dimly that you bit off far more than you could chew just looking at his crotch where he seemed to already be semi hard.

He noticed your stare and gave you a sheepish but unapologetic smirk. “..Sorry about that, it has been quite a while since we hit port.” He hummed and dropped his trident on the floor, yet still close enough that he’d be able to reach it from the bed. You swallow thickly. “Huh.” You didn’t even know his fucking name- Oh god.

Before you knew it he was leaning over you, easily looming over you and pressing his face into the crook between your head and your shoulder, right next to your neck and putting both his hands on your hip. “Getting cold feet?” He sounded husky, his voice having dropped an entire octave as he shifted a little, one of his legs settling between yours, way too close to an unfamiliar heat pooling there.

Did you have cold feet? Obviously yes but somehow with him just handling you the way he did right now.. you didn’t feel like running away and for the hills. “Ah, No- I’m good.” You breathed out softly, only for your inhale to hitch when he grabbed your top and pulled it off your upper body with ease, as if he had been waiting for the reply like a permission. There goes a layer of protection!

With a shaky gasp you resist the urge to cover up as the man looming over you re-positioned himself so he could stare with a hungry gaze down at your chest, grinning like he was about to commit some serious atrocities. Technically, you suppose he was going to commit some sort of sin any second now.

You’re basically blanketed in this beefcake of a man. You’re pretty sure he has more muscles in one leg than you have in your entire body. Though you were surprised he was being so gentle.. still. You would have thought a guy of his kind would just.. y’know, let use already. Carefully you put your hands against his chest. “Do you treat all women like a gentleman in the sheets?”

It was supposed to be a joke question but he just pressed into your touch before working on pulling your pants off, you had already lost your shoes and socks coming in here. “You’re not a prostitute and I’m not paying you for a service. Obviously I’m not just gonna lose it like a savage.” His tone twindled a little as he finally got your pants off, staring at your legs and grinning again.

You’re nervous. Had you ever masturbated, sure, of course. Sex with a stranger? Not so much. But he didn’t seem all too worried as he moved his body back a bit, grabbing you by your hip and lifting you like this until your shoulders and arms were with your head the only point of contact with the mattress. Oh wow.

With a weak pant you stretch your legs a little until they rest on his shoulders, averting your eyes and making him snort a little. “You’re awfully bashful who almost went full commando in front of the entire bar.” He murmured. You could feel his hot breath against your skin, only your panties right now separating him from your spot.

“You talk too much for a guy about to eat me out.” You narrow your eyes at the wall, your words coming out a bit more forceful than you wanted to but your whole body jerked as suddenly, as if in reply, he pressed his nose into your crotch, rubbing his face a little against the fabric. “Fair.”

His teeth chomp down on your underwear and you blink at the feeling as he suddenly pulled back- “Hey- Don’t you fucking-“ Rrriiiiiip- There goes that piece of clothes and you looked in dismay at the torn pieces dropping onto the mattress, where the dude just fucking left them. “Are you serious? I’m not swimming in-“

Again, you’re interrupted. This time by the feeling of a mouth directly on your lower lips. With a surprised whimper your legs tense and you throw your head back in surprise. Now that he had started it seemed like the patience from earlier was gone to the wind. At least that’s what one could assume, seeing how he was already licking fat stripes up your sex.

This was hotter than it should be and it only ended with him raising the temperature as he gave a somewhat sloppy kiss to your, now slowly waking up, genitals. You could feel heat begin to pool, a familiar sense of wetness joining his tongue as he just pressed his tongue between your lips and seemed set on trying to fuck you with that muscle.

It was good, maybe because it had been a while you actively did something down there, maybe because the alcohol helped or maybe because you were just horny from the get go but it feel pleasant, waking your inner urged up with a gentle tingle that spread throughout your entire body and made your body shake with heady gasps.

And yet it was awfully not enough to really get you into the zone. Were you aroused? Most definitely. Were you capable of cumming from this? You don’t wanna try and imagine the timespan that would have to be invested for that. The tongue was good. But it was not enough, didn’t stretch you all that much if at all and barely reached deep enough to scratch the itch that had formed deep within you.

And then he bites you right on the inside of your tigh and you jerk upwards with a shocked noise that was torn between arousal and pain. “Fucking-“ He bites you again, closer to your female sex and you gasp, clenching your eyes shut. His gentle pace went sideways real fast as he began to almost violently dig his teeth into your skin right where you were the most sensitive.

Tugging on it, only to lick over the bruises and cuts afterwards and groaning lowly every time he did so. You yourself were left yelping and panting like a rabid dog, trying to keep your composure high and your volume to a minimum. “Nhhfg. God it’s been long. Spread your legs more.” But instead of waiting for you to do so he grabbed your thighs and just forced them apart to press another heated kiss onto your sex, licking over your clit with firm, long swipes of his tongue.

You’re going to space because all you’re seeing was stars. So much for not being able to come from oral but it felt like you were climbing this hill faster than anticipated. Close, very close- he dropped your body back down and wiped his mouth with his arm, breathing heavily as you made a confused noise. “I’m putting it in.”

At first you’re put off but it doesn’t last long as he just tugged his shorts down, revealing an aching, much bigger than anticipated, cock. His tip was already red with frustration- He must have been keeping it in for quite a while. It just made you a bit nervous seeing how ready to go he seemed.

Is there a way to fit that after months of going dry? He seemed to think so because he had already grabbed your thighs again to situate you two, the tip of his cock gently nudging your entrance. Oh god- You feel your body tense against your will. “First time?” Your gaze snapped to the man looming over you, a lazy smile tugging the corners of his mouth upwards. “Don’t worry.. we can take it slow.”

He muttered, right before beginning to press his hips forward and that at a steady pace. Your breath stops completely as you threw your head back and whined, needy and out of breath. That felt so much better than the impromptu toys you’ve been using or made yourself. For a moment neither of you moved, you just breathing and him rolling his hips every now and then, sending shivers up your spine as the need to get him to move grew.

And then the door opens and you tense completely, clenching up so badly that your partner cursed under his breath and slammed both his hands next to your head. You try to shrink and hide from whoever just entered the room and the huge man towering over you seemed ready to go full on primal on whoever was unlucky enough to cross his sight.

“What the fucking hell?! Never heard of kn- Nh?” He shifted, his cock pressing into a spot that made you bite the bottom of your lip as he looked over his shoulder. “Heat. I thought you were out for the night.” He grunted and his grip on your thighs relaxed, probably leaving bruises.

What the fuck was going on? Your arousal was stumped by the second stranger who was currently closing the door and walking in here. At first out of your view but then he did step into your line of gaze and god, what the hell. He looked like a zombie on steroids. He was as lean as Wire, a whole head shorter but his blue dreadlocks that ran along his back made him look oddly beautiful.

“The fuck? Send him out this instant or I’m leaving.” You snap at the man who was still buried deep inside you but he just gave you a somewhat pained and sheepish grin. “Just gimme a second-“ Hello? Are you having a fever dream? He’s literally balls deep inside you and about to start a chat with his buddy? “I was going to go to the bar but heard you through the door when I passed by.”

‘Heat’s voice was somewhat gravelly but much smoother than expected, semi deep but nothing too extreme. His eyes were resting on you as if you were some expensive alcohol he wanted to try out. It made you anxious.  “Can you stop staring?! Fuck! What’s with this-“ There’s a big hand on your face.

Asshole! “Getting bothered?” The dude balls deep in you jested but his buddy, instead of denying it, rolled his shoulders. “Depends..” His face was flushed and he looked definitely bothered. Flustered even. His gaze settled on you again. “I guess it’s been a while..”

You shove the other’s hand off your face finally, making him snort a little as he looked down. “Thought I’d need to invest in a whore but she’s awfully better. Tight and all shy like.” Heat scoffed from where he stood, walking over, slightly more leering now. “You’re making it sound good, Wire.”

Well, now you knew both their names. You just groan loudly and throw your head back. “I’m losing my mood!” You shriek agitated, only for Wire to pull out a little and thrust back into you. Right in front of his friend. It was horrible and oddly making you feel hotter- You’re not into exposing yourself or humiliation though so you wrap your legs around his hip to keep him still.

Wire made a noise like he was a dying animal and shivered above you as his cock was stuck seated deep inside of you, pretty sure he could break out of that hold but he never did. He just grunted and began to hump against you. Heat murred softly, lowering his head to get a good look at you. You cover yourself as much as you can, ready for him to say some douchebaggy thing.

“..Can I join..?”

Leave it to life to prove you wrong. His hand had come up to cover his mouth a little, a faint blush gracing his features as he gave you a steaming look and just waited on you. Embarrassingly you don’t say no right away. You actually consider it. Wire groaned above you, trying to thrust into you still but not freeing himself. “Whatever- Can we just get to it?!” He complained even though he’s the one who started chatting to his pal in the first place.

What the fuck is wrong with you. You must be drunker than you assumed you had been- “Fine. No kissing on the mouth.” You grit out between clenched teeth, Wire above you giving a happy snicker at Heat perking up and averting his gaze. This was straight out of a bad porn clip.

Any moment now there’d be a pimp at the door waving cash at you three- Oh wow. Heat moved smoothly, easily enough slipping right behind you, forcing you to sit up until your upper body rested against him, his hands reaching around your middle to press a little onto your stomach, right under your bladder. Wire grunted. “You tryin’ to feel me?”

The man behind you just hummed. “As if I’d be able to feel that small-“ Wire snarled, his hips pulling back and then slamming right into you. “Ughnf-“ You bite your teeth together and your whole body was shoved into the burly man behind you. Oh fuck- You grab Heat by his forearms and cling to him for dear life.

The previous somewhat gentleness was gone as Wire pounded into you as if it was going out of style. Heat? The man had asked to join but he was seemingly content with slowly pushing your bra off, cupping your chest and pressing his thumbs over your nipples while panting into your neck. There was an obvious erection pressing into your back.

Especially everytime Wire slammed into you with the force of a speeding bullet train. Pleasure was building rapidly now, so rapidly you did not notice the man behind you take off his corset, carelessly throwing it on the ground with one arm before clinging to you again. The tall man between your legs gave a grim glare to Heat but it turned to a self satisfied smirk.

“Hold on..” He panted out, suddenly pulling out of you. Right before you managed to cum as well. God had to be shitting you. “Nhff- Fuck you!” Wire blocked a kick from your left leg. “Hold on- Fuck- This is gonna be good.” Right before he flipped you. Like a naked piece of meat, right onto your stomach with your face slamming right onto the zombie’s hard cock that was hidden behind his pants.

Said zombie made a low, surprised and startled moaning noise as his whole body trembled aggressively. He wasn’t even naked yet and you could feel his cock twitch against your cheek as he grabbed the back of your head with one hand, shaking and twitching as if resisting the urge to just press you right in there.

Wire helps. He reached over to put his hand over his partners and press you right into the others crotch. “W-Wire! For fucks s-sake-“ Heat panted, by now completely flushed and flustered. If not for Wire shoving his cock back into you, you’d probably find it cute. But Wire, as said, shoved his dick bad in so deep that you were sure he could poke you right in the womb if he stabbed you any harder down there.

Somehow you still found it cute. Heat was holding onto you, grinding his hips as if he was nothing but a dog that was about to piss on the carpet, knowing it’s not allowed but gonna do it anyway. “Heat- Heat, pull down your pants.” Wire panted from behind you, his breathing short and choppy, everytime you clenched he groaned. Heat didn’t seem to be paying much attention, too busy palming at your back, reaching over to grope your ass and knead the flesh as if you were some sort of stress ball. Oddly, this seemed to get him going just as hard.

His cock was practically dancing in there, right against your face. The attention of two men on you gave you a confidence boost you didn’t know was possible, reaching over to grab the band of his pants and yank it down. The man in front of you had a hitch in breath, arching his back a little. “Nhff.. Hff..”

It put you a bit off, seeing how he gave you this steamy look but not saying anything. Wire to your aid. “He’s into it. Just-“ His voice cuts off as Heat scooted a bit back, shaking his head with a breathy whimper. “I’m pent up- G-Gimme a second.” The man supported his weight backwards with his hands, having let go of you.

It made for a nice presentation. Your gaze fixated on the hard cock in front of you, twitching and.. very inviting. Even though he scooted back a bit you could see just how hard he was. If you thought Wire’s equipment seemed stressed earlier? Heat looked like a volcano about to explode.

And then there were the piercings.. A Jacobs Ladder staring right at you, five rows of silver gleaming in the light, a bit of precum having reached the first row. Wire behind you made a soft noise. “Let’s team up..” He panted. You’re confused about that but when he slammed into you the next time he reached over to grab his friends ankles and drag him close, right into your zone.

You shouldn’t. The blue haired man gave a keening noise as his bare cock ended up rubbing right against your skin, trying to jerk his legs back but Wire had them in a steel vice. The noises he made got only worse when you reached out and took his hard organ into your hands. “Oh! Oh fuck- Hff- I’m gonna-“

You were gonna too. Wire’s thrusts had slowed down a little, losing intensity but they were driving you up the wall fast enough. What’s the most logical thing to do? Tag team. You press his cock a bit closer to your face and lick a fat stripe up the other’s skin. Heat yelled out, throwing his head back but you didn’t leave him the chance, propping yourself up a little so you could take his head into your mouth.

Never in your life did you think that you’d be giving some stranger a blowjob but sucking on the other’s hard on while getting plowed from behind put you into a new world, full with new possibilities. Heat’s hands had clamped onto your shoulders, massaging the skin while Wire’s hands were clinging to your hips, bruising them.

“Ouh- Oh fuck- Fuck!” The blue haired man curled a little, his eyes screwing shut with bliss as you worked over his cock. Your hands massaging his shaft, your mouth on his tip and all this while Wire was still thrusting into you. You’re gonna- You do.

Your body cramped up when you came, clenching down on both men front and back. Wire cursed loudly, his pace stuttering and his grip getting even more brutal before with another slam of his hips he suddenly dragged out of you. At first you were confused but then the hot spurt of cum on your ass reminded you that the man hadn’t been wearing a condom.

Bless him.

Heat was, surprisingly, the one who lasted the longest but not much longer than Wire, just as you were popping your mouth off his cock, your hands squeezing it, did he cum. Your first blowjob you were not gonna guzzle some stranger’s fluids. Who knew if he had something.

Bit too late to think about it now but it’s not like you were living on the edge- You slump forward against the man in front of you, sprawling, exhausted. All of you were panting. Oh.. fuck.. This had been.. so much better than any sex you ever had in your life. Which wasn’t exactly much but-..

“Yeah..” Heat’s hand was on your hand, you don’t lift your gaze, closing your eyes to try and rest a little. “We..” Wire groaned a little, settling down next to you and putting his head onto Heat’s right leg. The man himself leaning against the wall. Suddenly Wire wrapped his arm around you to pull you close, Heat still having his hand on your head. “We are fucking keeping you..”