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Valkoinen token
[Image description: two digital full body illustration - the front and back view - of a dragonborn man standing confidently with his arms crossed. He has pale scales, white horns resembling hair, a yellow eye, and a yellow eye patch on. His clothes consist of leather armour, orange chaps over black pants, and scalemail on his legs.
The front view is on a card that says 'Valkoinen. Blood Hunter - Order of the Lycan'. Description end.
More info under the cut and speedpaint in the reblogs :)
Valk is a blood hunter acting as the party's tank. He's a big guy with a big personality and while he can mess you up, he can also be very kind (and a big stick in the mud when you want to do fun stuff like pat the giant worm in the ceiling). He has been assigned cat person by the government (my tabaxi cleric) although no one's ever actually asked him if he is a fan of felinesâŠ
The design sticks pretty closely to the original mini version of him, tweaked a little to suit the high fantasy lineup a bit more cohesively. The biggest changes were adding his dark vision goggles (modeled after his moorbounder Petunia), adding his various rings, and putting a light gladiola motif on his armour.
Valk was raised once from the dead already thanks to a lucky find of a magic life restoring coin but he's not really sure if that makes him a zombie or not. Erring on the side of yes, he's a blood hunting werewolf dragonborn zombie which is freaking cool in my humble (read correct ;3) opinion.
Character details: Name: Valkoinen (no last name given) Race: Dragonborn Age: 30 Class: Blood Hunter - Pact of the Lycan Animal: Dragon Flower(s): Gladiolus (Sword Lily)
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yang jungwon â GUTS.
P. fem!reader x vampire!jungwon (17+) | W. unprotected sex, not an accurate deception of vampires, blood drinking, biting, marking, making out, multiple orgasms, subspace, petnames, tying up, just filthy. filthy shit. cursing too. | WC. 5.1k (was supposed to be 3k) | A,N. this oneâs for nia my beloved @intromortal i hope u find some sort of comfort in this (âșŁâĄâșŁ)⥠love u lots + hope u and all jungwon girlies enjoy !
in which.. you trying to get used to your fangs somehow leads to jungwon getting tied up.
very important ps ! this was not edited or proofread in any way i wrote this at 4 am sorry! + this was inspired by moonstruck if u couldnât tell (stream romance untold)
this totally wasnât the ideal situation you were hoping to find yourself with a mere year ago.
a scenario consisting you, your supernatural boyfriend, his fangs and yours.
something single, hopeless, last year you wouldâve had a hard time grasping and processing. that is if she was able to believe the fact that you were alive in the first place. as last yearâ well it wasnât the best year youâve experienced, and that statement heavily sugarcoats the tragic ups and downs you tumbled through.
but thankfully, in one of those depressed, cold night where you found yourself walking through the streets of the city all alone, you also found the love of your life.
again, not in the most ideal situation. seeing your future boyfriend ripping apart a random humanâs flesh in the dark alleyway wasnât the best first impression of a potential partner youâve seen.
but alas, that faithful day did somehow manage to develop and nurture the relationship that evolved between the two of you. deeply connecting your beating heart to his frozen one, which was the sentimental beginning of the flourishing love for you.
now those daysâ the ones where you spoke to jungwon shyly whereas he tried his best to avoid eye contact with you in order to not get flustered were long gone. the bond that formed for both you allowed all the embarrassing and unnerving moments to quickly disappear.
some might claim you were moving on too quickly with your relationship, others might say that youâre just in the high peak of your love and that your fall was soon. yet none of those words mattered. not when jungwon has confessed his love for you.
not when he worships you every chance he gets. devoting himself to you completely and even begging you for a chance of eternity for your love. âan eternity for you, an evermore for us.â he would whisper against your skin.
and you agreed. of course you did. you would love to spend an eternity with jungwon. a happily forever after with your dear lover who always whispers how if his heart was alive, it would beat continuously for you only.
your lover that made you forget what your other previous relationships were like, the cliche sensation of falling atop a puddle of clouds and travelling through euphoria was long forgotten. replaced with the sinking feeling of drowning. a deep deep ocean of pure ardour that made you sink further below with each and every frosty wave that washed upon you.
and though your limbs became frozen, wrapped between icy fingertips and your breathing became impossible with the cold lips pressed against yours, you wouldnât have it any other way.
not when this was the love jungwon was providing you.
and maybe you agreeing was when things started to head south a bit too quickly. too unexpectedly.
turning into the same creature as jungwon was an unforgettable experience. a beautiful yet painfully traumatising one. though with your loverâs support and care it became a distant, memorable thought for you in the back of your head.
one that you werenât able to focus on due to the pounding in your ears. the ache in the back of your skull. and the pulsing pain right on your canines.
two hundered and sixteen hours. itâs been exactly nine days of pure agony since you turned.
the pain was unbearable. noxious. a carnal and vile sensation that raked through every vein in your unfamiliarly cold body. still not used to the dizzying icy feel of your fingertips against warmer surfaces that once felt cool beneath your touch.
you felt unstable. hunger overpowering every rational thought in your head. the absolute need to feed on the metallic taste that your tongue craved so deeply right now was wicked. the desire digging through each inch of your being and setting off every nerve with animalistic crave.
regretting every offer from jungwon to feed from him was futile. going on your first hunt while your lover was resting just to satiate your hunger was discarded out the window and feeding on the newly brought blood bags jungwon stored in your fridge was also forgotten as he did warn you that newly turned vampires should feed from someone else instead of a blood bag.
which didnât make sense. bullshit excuse. but you were too scared.
that was the thing that stopped you from accepting all of jungwonâs caring offers, fear. the terrifying fear of possibly hurting your lover webbed its way around your head so intricately no matter how many times jungwon tried to get rid of it, it never worked.
but you were struggling.
canines turning sharper by the minute. elongated bones poking against your lips and swollen tongue that grew sensitive from the spiky edge. the thirst in your chest became wanton. your throat turning drier and drier the more time passed. nothing was working.
closing your eyes as your grip on the couch below you turned tighter only infuriated you more. it was way past midnight. jungwon was resting in your shared bedroom. the furthest point away from the living room where you were situated, in complete fear and hunger.
despair clouded your thoughts. nine days with no feeding since you turned was ridiculous. jungwon had warned you multiple times about how dangerous your actions are. harming your body and turning you weaker than you already are. yet you wouldnât listen. as the defiant fear flourished further, you couldnât bring yourself to take his worries into consideration.
well up until now.
up until this current moment, when you physically felt your body and surroundings shifting entirely. a forceful push making you stand on your own two shaking feet, coaxing you to move from your spot towards the door youâve been staring at for the past few hours.
the bedroom door, where jungwon laid peacefully resting after a long and exhausting night of hunting accompanied by fruitless attempts of convincing you to feed on him. muffled footsteps barely reached your eyes through the loud ringing of your ears.
you werenât aware but jungwon could feel your presence. even see you with his eyes closed due to his severely heightened senses. he could see and feel the way your eyes glowed a dark, dangerous red. lips bitten and split open in tiny cuts due to the sharpening of your fangs. and most importantly, he could very obviously feel your hunger.
the sensation coming as a shocking, staggering wave to him. he felt the way each cell in your body craved and yearned for blood. the iron taste to coat your tastebuds and satisfy your reeling mind. he could practically taste your hunger on his own lips.
yet he didnât move on the bed, deciding that if this is what it took you to finally feed on him, then heâll stay resting. asleep even in your mind. allowing you to do whatever your vampiric mind desires and deems as useful in this current moment.
which is why when your crazed eyes caught the sight of the animal chains used by jungwon to capture creatures that wafted through the forests, he felt a wave of excitement wash down on him. especially when you gripped the chains so tightly between your fingers and dragged them along with you towards the bed.
he patiently awaited you. eyes closed to further fake his sleep, unaware that you couldnât differentiate between reality and your thoughts to let alone remember the fact that vampires donât usually sleep. bringing up the heavy chains to wrap around jungwonâs wrists, the click and clank of the metal loudly echoed through the room yet you could only hear the continuous ringing in your ears.
with an unnoticeable smirk, jungwon kept his wrists pressed against one another to give you more ease in tying the chains, he could tell you were completely delirious. out of your mind as you tried to somehow make the pieces of metal stay in place. âfuck..â you cursed quietly, an unclear pronunciation reaching jungwonâs ears as you struggled to speak with the sharp fangs and swollen tongue. something jungwon found really endearing.
once you finally tightened the animal chains around your vampire loverâs wrist, your glowing red eyes shifted downwards. his pale skin shimmering with a sheen layer of sweat that appeared like glitter. the bright hue illuminated by the moonlight was so breathtaking, he looked so bewitching.
yet your admiration for his beauty couldnât last long, as the heavy, dizzying scent of divine blood reached your nose aggressively due to the close proximity. with jungwon being a mere inches away from your mouth, the sound of his beating heart and circulation echoed enticingly in your eyes.
blood, oh how sacred it was. serving as the connection point between so many living creatures. the tilting brink for life and death. and the reason why youâre still alive till this day.
jungwon had always taught you the importance of the feathery light liquid that weighed a whole life, the revered blood that served the purpose for the existence of your lover. the light of your whole life and your eternity. the ichor that has been worshipped for centuries, the same one you were about to taste on the tip of your tongue right now.
and the most precious kind too.
the scent was dizzying, intoxicating. your senses picking up all the pulse points travelling in jungwonâs body, each one pulsating the crimson liquid that made the elongated canines in your mouth ache all the more. it was as if the remaining blood in your body cascaded away from your brain. making you lose all logical thinking as you lowered your head towards jungwonâs inviting, delicate neck that appeared more delicious oddly.
your shallow breaths grew even more irregular. if you had a heartbeat you knew it wouldâve been raging by now, pounding nervously against your ribs. you opened your mouth, puffed lips separating and allowing your fangs to glisten against the moonlight. you were so close. so so close to getting exactly what you wanted.
and when your teeth grazed the surface of jungwonâs skin, the decrease of distance making your head spin as you could inhale his scent better now. and god was it so alluring. such a electrifying scent that enlivened all parts of your body and brain. setting off a different fire that blazed up your being entirely, driven completely by hunger. crave. voracity.
before you could flow further in the cloud of euphoria caused by the mere scent of the vampireâs blood beneath you, your instincts took control, sinking your teeth into his vein and allowing the absolute ecstasy of his flavour to wash down on your body.
and god did it reawaken you entirely.
the regret of the previous rejected offers that weighed like rocks on your shoulders disappeared the more blood rushed into your mouth. at jungwonâs unnoticeable hiss, you were reminded of the fact that you need to inject your venom inside of him.
he thrashed beneath you once your ecstasy forged its way into his bloodstream. instantly sending his mind into a state of complete delirium that made his eyes roll to the back of his skull in pleasure. he was on the seventh heaven.
jungwon tasted so unbelievably delicious. an overwhelming sweetness that sent your senses into a frenzy. the hunger that bloomed and grew in your stomach and chest bursted all over your body. nourishing your veins in a different kind of euphoria, a new taste ascending down your throat that closed and gulped the precious essence in fear of wasting a singular droplet of it.
your weakened knuckles tightened around his broad shoulders, nails gradually digging deeper into his skin the more you rode off the high from the bliss provided by jungwonâs blood. you could detect every unique factor about his taste, the first rush of sweetness followed by the warmness that swam in your mouth and the metallic, iron slaty like aftertaste that you slowly grew addicted to.
you pressed your body as close as possible to his, chest on chest as his heavy breaths and groans fell right onto your ears. the air shifted the longer his essence spilled onto your mouth. and you continued to suck, licking up the fervid blood that was as addictive as an aphrodisiac. the high and elation you felt from it only encouraging you to suck more. to swallow more. to feed your desire more and more.
jungwonâs breaths got heavier beneath you, uneven and shaky exhales that brushed against your cold skin. he could feel his body blazing up the further your sickeningly sweet venom spread. he felt so satisfied though he wasnât the one that was feeding. finding a different kind of joy rushing through his body at the sight of you finally smearing the ruby liquid along your lips.
âfinally?â he croaked out, voice quiet as his muscles twitched under your bite, a muffled noise of pleasure reached his ears as a response which made him chuckle. âyou gave in.â he continued, shoulders sagging under your touch while the metal clanked around his wrists. he closed his hands to enjoy the close vicinity he had you in, the precious moment that solidified your relationship further.
the connection between two vampires, the exchange of delicious blood for precious venom.
it was a ritual, a connection and a form of bond jungwon had always searched for. unlike most vampires that didnât pay any mind to getting marked by their lover after marking them, this act however held a heavy weight over jungwonâs unbeating heart.
could it be the influence of his loving parents that marked each other and valued their marking night as more memorable and precious than their own wedding? might be. either way, this bond. this gift that he had been blessed with, was something he had be waiting for patiently as the centuries passed by.
though he had turned some humans into one of his own kind, he had never gotten marked. preserving his neck as something only his lover, partner for life and eternity will have the right of approaching.
âtastes nice?â chuckling as you only continued to satiate your hunger. his smile deepened when you just hummed against his blood, dimple appearing as he allowed you to drink from him as much as you desired.
in the blink of an eye the metal chains fell across the floor besides the bed, âyou never needed these, precious.â he spoke gently. lowering his hands to cradle the back of your neck and wrap around your waist, he tilted his head to the side to give you more access to the expanse of his neck, encouraging you to drink more.
humming in delight when you released more venom further into his bloodstream, yours felt so warm and heavy. intoxicating as the pleasure from it raked through his body, he felt so good. so ecstatic. drunk on the sensation of your venom rushing through his body just as much as you were drunk on the flavour of him coating your insides.
the mixing fuse of his venom with your blood was euphoric. yet nothing could compare to the feeling of his blood unifying with your venom. an indescribable febrile sensation that set all his nerves aflame. burning with a fire that only blazed bigger and larger. the need and crave for you increasing by the second.
the longer your poison stirred with his blood, the more he yearned for you. a feverish want and an ardent need, functioning purely on impulse when his hands lowered to press you lower on his lap. the pleasure awakening another arousal that spread throughout your bodies. you could feel his length rock hard, pulsing with need as it was confined in his pants. âyouâre in my blood.â jungwon whispered dazedly.
âfinally.â his muscles clenched and tightened under your bite the more he spoke, the action pushing out further blood that spilled down your throat, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as all your senses reawakened, rekindling every nerve with your brain that made you become more aware with everything.
every sensation suddenly seemed intense. each movement in your body felt electrifying. like a new consciousness that just stirred awake after your first feeding, everything felt surreal. with every gulp of blood, another shock passed through your limbs. the revival of your senses become overwhelming, resulting in your hands to lower, to grasp onto jungwonâs muscular arms to ground yourself.
âthatâs enough, doll.â he cradled your face in his large hand, his touch though icy cold, felt warm against your skin. he gently pulled you away from the open bite, your fangs slipping out as blood trickled down your lips and his neck. he quickly guided your lips back to lick the wound, finally sealing your marks on him. âdid so well for me, my love.â
âfeel satisfied enough now?â his catlike eyes stared at you in wonder, his own lips having a light pink hue to them due to biting them from the overwhelming pleasure. his stare at you darkened when you shook your head in denial, feeling far from satisfied. anything but satisfied with his rock hard length pressing against your core.
âwhat do you need then, princess?â he asked, dipping his nose to run the tip of it along your cheeks softly before burying his head against your neck, pressing a tender kiss on your pulse points. âyou.â whispering breathlessly for him, his hands tightened their hold around you. lustful gaze challenging your own lidded one, âyou sure you can handle me right now, pretty?â he teased.
you whined in need in his embrace, feeling the way his cock throbbed in need for you. each cell in his body craving you, the urge to hold you as close as possible to him wasnât as fulfilling as it used to feel, he felt the infernal need to bury himself inside of you. mould and shape your souls into one so that he can breathe freely.
you nodded your head to his words, the arousal that awakened in you stirred hotly in your stomach, reaching further down into your abdomen and blazing your whole body on fire. you felt so warm. so fitting into his frame, so alluring to him. that he had no other choice than to claim you as his.
âget on the bed, princess.â he whispered into your ear, in the blink of an eye he moved your bodies around on the mattress. his speed and strength evident in every movement as he pinned you under him between the silk sheets, he stared at you. from his position and perspective you looked so ravishing. so delicious he wanted to devour you whole. let you become a piece of him and him a piece of you.
âyou smell delightful, my love.â whispering against your skin as he pushed his nose against your jugular veins, his strong hands brushing against every inch of your body on their way to your core, their pace turning slower the breathier your gasps and moans of his name became, just to rile you up further.
âplease, baby.â you begged, voice barely above a whisper as your eyes closed in intense pleasure, each touch of his fingertips leaving a trail of fire behind them as they brushed along your body, âi know, angel.â he kissed your exposed collarbone to soothe you, âi know.â and without a warning he teared off your clothes from your frame.
relishing in the surprised gasp that left your mouth as his eyes raked your body, the one that no matter how many times he kissed and worshipped, heâll always crave and fantasise about. you were so enchanting to jungwon. if he could spend your eternity with him marking every inch of your skin, he would. the mere thought of dedicating himself to your body only seemed like a dream to him.
and each time he got you under him, he tried to do just that. to devote himself to your body entirely before pleasing you two to the edge of your limits, pushing you so far not even the peeking sunlight through the dark blinds could even make him consider the possibility of quitting for the day.
âsmell so good baby.. taste so sweet.â he ran the tip of his tongue along your skin, praises falling like waterfalls from his lips when they were not pressed against you, you could only whimper and writhe under him as he pleased your body. as this was no longer a matter between you and jungwon, it was your body and jungwon.
he knew and had memorised you like the back of his hand. knowing exactly what parts of your body were the most sensitive, what kind of kiss will make your eyes roll to the back of your head, how to angle his hips to hit your sweet sweet spot and make you unravel beneath him in seconds, and this doesnât even cover even a quarter of it.
though he was a vampire, your body was heaven to him. and he was the most devoted and committed angel.
âwon.. i need you. right now, please.â you shakily moaned when his fangs grazed your hip bone, right over the fresh hickey he placed on your skin, his eyes raked over your body and over the new marks. his artwork that glowed underneath him, before they reached your pleasured face. and god did you look stunning.
how could he deny you of pleasure any longer when you stared at him with glossy eyes? the rapid raising and falling of your chest as you tried your best to regulate your breathing, and the scent of metallic blood that made his head spin. thatâs when he noticed the tiny crimson droplets decorating your lower lip from your harsh bites.
and fuck did that just push him past his own limit.
âi got you, doll.â he pushed his pants and boxers down before discarding them in the room, sliding his shirt off and throwing it besides the bed as he finally lowered himself onto you. his skin burned against yours. the contact almost electrifying, building up the hilt of his ecstasy gradually, he then connected your lips, allowing your soft moans to stay muffled between his lips. brushing his tongue against yours as he fell deeper and deeper into the spell of pure intoxication of your love.
he guided his length to your core, leaking tip brushing along your soaked folds which made you whimper into his mouth before he pushed himself in. thrusting his hips to fill you up completely and relishing in your pleasured moan. he so good inside of you. so big and perfect, stretching you out so nicely the burn of it alone made you see stars across your vision.
he kept his arms around your head, caging you under his body while your nails dug into his muscles. resorting to sucking on your bottom lip only and reveling in the sugary sweet taste of blood that coated his tongue. the taste only making his hardened length twitch inside of your leaking walls. the more he tasted you the more he craved you in every way.
âfeel so good wrapped around me baby.. your pussy is milking me so well.â he praised as he spoke between kisses, his thrusts slow yet so powerful. filling you up to the brim, pressing against your cervix in a way that made your toes curl before pulling back. you were on cloud nine.
you felt the air around you shift the moment you felt the familiar tightening of the coil in your abdomen, your climax approaching as your senses suddenly heightened more. jungwon took notice of your incessant tightening, the way your hands brushed through his soft hair and pulled gently while you whimpered and mewled his name out so desperately. both of you were floating to a different dimension, wrapped up in complete and utter euphoria that the only thing your clouded senses and awareness were able to pick up were the approach of your releases.
jungwon felt an animalistic urge clawing its way through his chest, a primal need to fuck and stuff you full of him when his own abdomen tightened. picking up the pace as his muscular hands wrapped around your thighs while his hips began to piston against yours, he breathing was laboured, panting as his eyes rolled to the back of his head the further you sucked him in.
your fingers began to grip against the sheets. searching for anything to ground yourself with as your body arched against his own, your chest pressing against his. the air feeling electric and steamy as both of your bodies buzzed in overstimulation over complete euphoria.
âiâm so close, baby.â you choked out, throwing your head back against the satin pillowcase and exposing the skin of your neck to jungwonâs eyes. he felt feral.
like a carnal impulse controlling his body as its puppet. jungwon instantly sank his teeth down your veins. relishing in the sob that escaped your throat while crystal tears ran down your cheeks. the pleasure so overwhelming and uncontrollable your body shook in overstimulation as your orgasm washed over you. leaving you to twitch under jungwonâs possessive hold.
âjust like that pretty.. cream all over my cock.â he spoke with his words slurred, almost choking on your blood as he sucked more and more. pure ecstasy rushing throughout his body as it burned with passion. he felt like the pleasure was almost too much to keep up with. he whispered sweet nothings to your skin while your ears rang in hot white pleasure that descended down your body in brutal waves.
the combination of his bite and cock so deep inside of you sent you into a frenzy. your body felt scorched. completely ablaze as jungwon fucked you through your pleasured climax, blurring the lines between your release and overstimulation.
your head continued to spin as jungwonâs venom spread throughout your body. his venom so intoxicating and potent. you felt exhilarated in deep pleasure and passion that only your lover provided you.
as he kept fucking you into subspace, you slowly lost touch with reality. the only thing processing in your dizzied mind was the raging sense of ecstasy. unable to pick up jungwonâs reassuring words as he pulled away and sealed his marks on your neck. his cock pressed snug against your cervix while he kissed the two deep bites that portrayed his claim on you.
âfeeling good, princess?â his voice sounded muffled for you. barely able to reach your puddle of a brain. yet you could only nod as your eyes remained closed, pretty lips parted allowing soft pants of air out while heavy tears hung from your lashes. he kissed both of your cheeks lovingly, leaving behind a slight smear of your blood on your skin before he began to slowly roll in his hips against yours. chasing his own release by using your body.
jungwon threw his head back as your cunt sucked him in greedily. closing his eyes to revel in the pure, breathtaking pleasure that ran along his veins along with the feeling of your blood rushing through his body. he felt so ridiculously great. living through a high that only your body and blood could supply him. and he was so fucking addicted.
he lowered his head to commit the mistake of looking at your connection point, the sight of his pulsing red cock disappearing into your dripping cunt made his shallow breath hitch. the white ring of your arousal circling his cock made him tighten his hold on your thighs. sharp nails burying themselves onto your skin to leave behind small crescent shapes, serving as reminders of jungwonâs devotion to you.
the louder the filthy wet noises became in the room, the closer jungwon felt his release. the nasty sounds combined with your mixed moans of pleasure driving him absolutely crazy. everything felt so lewd. so erotic. and so stimulating to him. only you were able to make his head spin and pound in delirium as sweat rolled down his burning body.
he continued to thrust so deeply inside of you. keeping his leaking tip pressed against your cervix for longer periods as he felt his body tightening up aggressively. his orgasm a mere seconds away from washing down on him while he wrapped your legs around him and lifted your arms above you.
he pressed his forehead against yours as he thrusted in an animalistic pace. his heavy breathing combining with your own making you breath each otherâs air as he chased his release. all the noises, the sensations, everything became so much more intense while he practically molded your cunt into his shape.
fresh tears rolled down your cheeks as jungwon unknowingly fucked you through orgasm after orgasm. coaxing a new one out with every few thrusts as your legs weakly trembled around his waist. your eyes rolling to the back of your head when jungwon began to mindlessly lick against your skin.
âiâm cumming, dollâ shit. gonna fill you up, yeah? you gonna like that?â he moaned against your jaw as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. the mere thought of breeding you triggering his release that made his body freeze, still buried so deep inside of you while he filled you up completely. the feeling of his warm cum inside of you pulled out another orgasm from you as you convulsed under him. clawing at his body desperately when you felt yourself a few seconds away from passing out.
âfuck.. princessâŠâ he gasped, opening his eyes and lifting his head to take in the sight of your fucked our body, quickly pulling out, âbaby..?â he whispered softly, his hands leaving your wrists to gently cradle your face, a feeling of relief washing down on him when you leaned into his touch even in this state.
âyou feeling alright, doll?â he smiled when you slightly nodded, deciding itâs best to clean you up and get you tucked in his embrace as soon as possible. âiâll get you a cloth and clean you up, then we can go to sleep yeah?â he spoke, his eyes lighting up in adoration when you hummed softly before detaching his sore body from your own and disappearing into the bathroom.
and a few more minutes, whines from you and chuckles from jungwon later, you were safe in his embrace to rest for as long as you wanted while jungwon laid besides you, a hefty amount of blood bags and other vampire-friendly snacks situated on his bedside table for his own feeding as he knew the moment you wake up, youâll be tremendously hungry, and he was excited to offer his neck to your aching fangs.
and maybe it was his jealousy, but he really didnât want you to touch any blood bags.
his blood should suffice for now.
a,note. hope u enjoyed ⥠!!
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"ĂgalitĂ©, ĂquitĂ©, Amour"
Arlecchino x Fem!Menstruating!Reader âNS//FW! MDNIâ
W/C: 1.8k
Amy Robsart  exhibited 1877 William Frederick Yeames 1835-1918 Presented by the Trustees of the Chantrey Bequest 1877 http://www.tate.org.uk/art/work/N01609
From a sea of swelling sanguine tears and a bludgeoning ache in your belly, you wonder if your body is cursing you for being a woman.
At the foot of a stair flight, you lay with your arms encircling your belly and your fingers clawing into the guipure and silk of your nightgown as though your nails could bite away the gnawing agony in your uterus.Â
Dawn mounts the skies, dying the unreachable tent into a blur of mellow hues but even as young sunlight reaches your eyes, the moon persists, full and beautiful and snide, reeling the tides into its reign. And there you remain, defeated, a sitting duck to this awful gory orbit, groaning amidst the quietude and weeping into your hairâa mess of locks strewn about the cold groundâcollapsed as if youâre prostrating yourself at the heels of the moonâs grandeur.
How cruel.
Grueling and sordid.
Blood leaks into the kerchief between your legs. Carnage stains are a trifle amid the ravage in your stomach.Â
You hardly hear stilettos clicking nearby, barely sense a towering figure hover above you, and then lean in close, charcoal-red irises probing into your form, sharp hands sweeping your tresses away from your tear-soaked eyes,, then a familiar scent enveloping your senses: traces of sweet vanilla, red clover, incense smoke, ash and ironâŠ
âOh ma chĂ©rie,â she mutters into your ear, voice slow and temperate. âmenstrual pains again?â
For a fleeting moment you think an angel is whispering, and then you chuckle wearily at the thought.
âWhat made it obvious?â You donât notice how fragile your voice is.
âI notice what you think I donât.â You want to ask her for an example, and she knows, so Arlecchino presses on. âSuch as when you sent yourself tumbling down the stairs.â She motions towards the steep bane of your existence wih a succint swoop of her hand. âCount your blessings that you didnât wake the others within the house. The children⊠Donât take kindly to interrupted mornings. As you know well.âÂ
Arlecchino weaves derision into her voice with such measured intent that you have to strain your ears to hear it amongst the sore ebb and flow in your low abdomen. Dropping your mirthelss half-smile, you hum, hollowly.
âThe Knave is sharp, and impartial so long as her children are concerned; or so she is reputed. If that is so, you would leave me here butâŠâ Arlecchino steps forth just as you say this, cutting your sunlight sparse and scooping you into her clutch with one arm hooked hunder your knees and the other locked around your upper back. She lingers here, with you against her chest, for a moment. â...You won't.â
Arlecchino smiles, ambiguous. "Fille futĂ©.â
Cogency coming in shallow waves, you sparsely remember the trek back upstairs, only the warmth around your limbs and the familiar light notes accompanying itâsweet vanilla, red clover, incense smoke, ash and ironâŠ
Within the quiet comfort where your bedroom once was, Arlecchino draws the drapes closed, provides you a clean cotton cloth to change into, then another, heated wool towel for your stomach. Forever incomplete, it soothes away the ache and leaves behind your woes.Â
When she lays you in a bed made surprisingly of fresh sheets and new quilts, Arlecchino strokes her black thumb across your cheek, slow and tentative; unwilling to part but moving gingerly. She always touches you like your skin is glass. Eyes of charcoal and blood rove every part of you but elude your own gaze. You watch her from belowâyou always find yourself below herâin silence, watch her eyes, their beautifully anomalous quality and the permanent tiredness hanging in light bags beneath themâand pore over her swelling temptation as she studies the loose slip of your nightgownâs strap, the way gauze creases and bends where your curves pull together, how silk falls upon your skin like dew on an untouched leafâŠ
âŠAnd like a soaring bug, she finds you, lands on you, her tinted lips sealing yours.Â
Peruere doesnât kiss you weaklyâshe is never weak, but composite, like a fine Inazuman blade with soft and hard steel that could cut through a God. You learned that about her, though not easily. Her lips move, taking yours in their delicate, careful hold. Sheâs so light that you hardly notice when you push her away, only the empy coldness left behind.
âI shouldnâtâwe shouldnât be doing this again.â Your words come in feverish, dubious drawls.Â
âAnd why is that?âÂ
âCanât you control yourself, Knave?â
âI canât control you. â Canât control you from provoking me.Â
âOh, Have I defeated the undefeatable fourth?â You laugh wryly. Her hand comes to rest on your clothed, tender, swollen breast. A spark ignites in your sore belly, sending flames high into your cheeks, then the bleeding space between your thighs. You press them together. Peruere squeezes your mound decisively.Â
Like anger, lust makes us wreckless.Â
In the delirious moments that follow, Peruere discards your layered panties, pushes the laced hem of your skirt to your hips, and finds your sensitive, bloodied slit with her cold, slender, sharp fingers. Two roll your blood-soaked clit ruthlessly and you gasp, digging your incisor into your lip to stifle yourself.
Itâs befitting, really: in pleasuring you, keeping you placated and docile, Perrie soils her hands, coats them in carnage.
âWhatever is the matter, ma chĂ©rie?â Arlecchino coos, revoking her touch and letting you burn to nothing. âYou were so chatty not a moment ago.â
âYou change your mind quickly, hm?â Your words slur together. ââFatherâisnât as stern as she acts. I thought her âchildrenâ were all e-equals, and yetâ a-ahâŠ"
Arlecchino pushes two fingers into your wet tightness, killing your words aptly. The way she moves provokes you slowly, digits curving into the places you're sensitive to, igniting your every nerve and setting your skin aflame.Â
âI should find a better use for that tongue you love to run,â Arlecchino mulls darkly, when her thumb finds your clit and you whine. She's moving quicker, pushing you harder, your heaving breaths coming in an arrhythmic chorus of gasps, clumsily shaped around her name. Ringing builds in your ears and tears blend your vision into a diaphanous blur; you think you hear an insidious, scornful remark, the subtle tut-tut of a clicking tongue. Soon, a familiar, sweltering knot twists your stomach. It's bashful, delirious and sensational, convulsing and building and trudging and trudging andâ
âThe Knave pulls away and you falter into an incompete pile of ash.
âIt will come off", Arlecchino tells you, apropos of the red spot soiling your dainty nightgown. It isn't what worries you.
âAnd if it doesn't?â You ask, somewhat indifferent, as you peel away another layer of her suit. It isn't the first time you've done this, but in a sobering, momentary thought, you find yourself uncertain. Of this intimacy, of this miserable affection which tethers you to the Father of the Hearth. As you work away the buttons on her blouse, she rests her hand on the small of your back as if to quell your nascent thoughts, to do what she would never in the presence of her âchildrenââtouch you, kiss you, show you undeserving care, and cause you to pine for these affections, a craving that crashes upon you in waves, not unlike your menstrual pains, until you collapse.
âThen I'll buy you a new oneâa better one.âÂ
You wrestle with the knot that secures her pretty black panties, entranced by the tantalizing wetness beneath.Â
âI hope you aren't underestimating your âchildrenâ,â you say in retrospective consideration. Arlecchino pushes your back to the mattress, now a tempest of curled sheets.Â
âI never do.âÂ
âI see.â
You writhe and Peruere groans when she slides herself between your parted legs. From the position that she leaves you in, you can study her countenance perfectly, pore over the lust pooling in her bleeding twin charcoal eyes, find that it matches your own. Then she moves her vulva against yours, her clit abusing your own in an incessant rhythm. She holds nothing back, and somehow you feel small like thisâheld captive beneath her, as though you're incarcerated, if not by her arms then by the desire that seems to adhere you at the meeting between your thighs. Your voice comes in a strangled chain of moans but Arlecchino catches your lips in hers, promptly stifling you.
âWhat is itâŠâ you pant, voice muffled between smothering kisses, âthat keeps bringing you back to me when you say you know better?â
Lust is too superficial a word but love is too demanding, too hopeful.Â
âIt's⊠the same reason why you let me come back.â Temptation, fondness? What an elusive answer. âI've seen the way you stare at me, ma belle, even when you fancy I don't.â (âI notice what you think I don'tââher words bounce across the walls of your psyche like a malicious echo.)Â
At times you wonder if Arlecchino can hear your thoughtsâshe pulls your low neckline below your breasts and kneads your flesh in an avaricious hand. You sigh into her open clavicle.Â
âI hate secrets, you know.â Which is ironic because what is the Knave besides an assimilation of secrets?Â
"Then you should know better than to love me.â
âI don't love youâŠâÂ
âNo,â Arlecchino piches your nipple as she says this, twisting it to the frail threshold of pleasure and pain. âBut you crave me.â
Your lips part to release a retort but Arlecchino promptly silences you in a sweeping kiss. She's far from forbearing this time, stabbing her teeth into your bottom lip so that you shed a sonorous cry and a blood beadlet. You can't blame herâflames are vicious, born to consume, scalding away your pains and your woes and the remnants of your self until all that remains is a heap of ash and bones bearing your extinct legacy.Â
Her tongue tangles with yours, burning the taste of her flesh into your palate: sweet vanilla, red clover, incense smoke, ash and ironâŠÂ
Arlecchino is the son et lumiĂ©re she casts and the shadows that dance at their feet.Â
You smile.
She calls your first name.Â
"Come with me, ma chĂšrie,â Peruere moves faster now, more erratically, like sheâs desperate to choke you of the life in your lungs. And you donât resist her becauseâŠ
I want you to hold me like this.
A fire ignites your soul that the oceans cannot temper, beginning at the junction between your thighs and stretching to your overwrought heart.
In the final intimate moment you share with a woman so forbidden, you both stumble and fall into the fell clutch of ecstasy, wrapped in a lover's embrace.
The next thing you care enough to remember, the horrible ache in your womb is gone, and so is Peruere.
But as the wretched blood moon, you know she will return.Â
It brings you a strange comfort.Â
Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59864137
#genshin impact#genshin x reader#genshin fanfic#x reader#reader insert#fem!reader#menstruation#period comfort#comfort but it's questionable#character x reader#author is miserable#wlw#wlw ns/fw#lesbianism#sapphic#sapphism#my calendar app tells me my period is a week late#which explains why emotionally ive been the aftermath of a crime scene for seemingly no reason#someone sedate me#oh the pain
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this soft & sweet prompt with dean winchester đ„č romantic
âyouâre not alone. you never were.â
Burgers, Fries and Pie?
Summary: After waking up from a nightmare Dean does his best to soothe you.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x gn!Reader
Warnings: Death, torture, blood, nightmares, guns, hospitals, little angst and fluff.
Word count: 773 (short and sweet)
Masterlist M's Hundered Celly Masterlist
Dean had jolted out of his sleep as a scream ripped through the air around him. He sat up quickly, grabbing the gun under his pillow and scanned the room. He thought for a moment that maybe he had imagined the scream and laid back down. He put his gun back and reached out across the bed for you. His hand met the skin of your arm and you jerked another scream ripping through the air.Â
âHoney, you gotta wake up.â He gently tried to wake you up. He reached out for you again barely laying a hand on your arm before you were shooting up.Â
âNo. Get off him. No. Please. Please donât hurt him.â You were sobbing as you struggled to get away from him.Â
âHoney itâs me. Itâs Dean.â His voice was soothing as he spoke to you. Your chest was heaving violently as you struggled to control your breathing.
âDean?â Your voice barely above a whisper as the word slipped from your lips.Â
âIâve got you, Itâs okay.â He cupped your face in his hands, wiping the tears off your cheeks as your eyes connected with his.Â
âYou were gone Dean. They killed you right in front of me.â More tears crawled along your cheeks as you spoke. He wiped them away smoothly, understanding seeping through him. One of your biggest fears was losing him, youâd come close last month on a vampire hunt. They had gotten the drop on both of you, their numbers larger than you expected. Had Sam not shown up you doubt either of you would have made it out alive. They had been seconds away from bleeding Dean dry when Sam had shot through the door.Â
âThey didnât kill me, I survived. Iâm here with you.â You brought your hands up to cup his much larger ones that were on your cheeks. The rough feeling of his skin against the smoother palms of your hands grounded you back to the room. Your breathing slowly steadied as he gave you a smile.Â
âI canât be alone Dean. You canât leave me alone.â You searched his face, looked at the freckles along his cheeks committing every tiny dot to memory.Â
âYouâre not alone. You never were.â You had spent years alone, your parents having died shortly after your seventeenth birthday. You had decided to go camping around your twenty third birthday. Thatâs when the Winchester brothers found you on a hunt. You had been captured by a Wendigo that they were hunting. You were worse for wear and you hadnât expected to live much longer until they came blasting through the doors. In the glory of flannels and molotov cocktails.Â
They had taken you to a hospital and Dean had decided to stay with you while you recovered. He didnât want you to wake up without any answers to questions he knew youâd have. When you woke up he eased you through everything. You had quickly decided youâd never leave his side again. So you have been with them ever since. Learning the ways of hunting and going from motel to motel with them. But you always feared that this life was a dream and you were still alone in that nasty cave with the even nastier monster.Â
âI will never leave you alone honey. I promise.â He meant the promise to, no matter what he would make sure to make it back to you. Even if he died he would find some way out of it.Â
âCan we go grab something to eat?â You asked him abruptly, wanting to get out of the room to take your mind off the nightmare you had just been pulled out of.Â
âWhatâre you thinking?â He asked you a spark in his eyes. He scanned your face, taking in the dip of your nose, the shape of your lips and every small imperfection. He would never get sick of being able to look at someone so breathtaking.Â
âBurgers, fries and pie?â You asked him cocking your head slightly. You already knew that he was going to go with you, the man would never pass up food.Â
âI knew I loved you. Letâs go, I saw a diner up the street.â He was pulling you out of bed as he went. Throwing your jeans and shirt at you. You shrugged off his flannel you had fallen asleep in before slipping into your clothes. As you walked out the door you pulled his flannel back on. Slipping into the passenger seat of the Impala, AC/DC spilling from the speakers, his hand in yours, you knew you would never be alone.
A/N: I really really really loved writing this. Thank you for this request Meg! Definitely thinking about actually finishing my first ever fanfic I posted on this hellsite.
Tags(open): @wkndwlff @sylviebell
#m's hundred celly#dean winchester x reader#dean winchester imagines#dean winchester oneshot#dean winchester#supernatural imagine#supernatural oneshot#supernatural
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Something I have realised as a newbie mash fan is that every character-and I mean EVERY (adult) character with more than one line of dialogue. Has at least one person on this hellsite who has the absolute mcbonkers screaming yonkers hots for them.
Regardless of religion, race, age, gender or whatever absolute slayage klinger has going on. This ancient TV show for grandpas where everyone is at all times; sweaty, tired, sad, covered in blood and wearing an ungodly amount of khaki, has somehow accumulated enough thirst to rival a hundered old spice commercials.
And I for one think thats very sexy of us.
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There is nothing makes my blood boil more than the phoenix hawk IIC. In my time Iâve seen catapults, jagermechs, ravens, and hundereds of Frankensteinâd timber wolves, and NOTHING is half as fucking dezgra as the phoenix hawk IIC.
I mean the phoenix hawk is one of the olâ SLDFâs greatest mechs. The sweetheart of adrenaline junkies across the galaxy, and pretty enough to win a beauty contest against The First Lordâs daughter. But this fuckass hunk of metal???
It has:
No cool ass arm gun
A top speed 11.2 km slower than the original
Not a single fuckin lazer in sight
A loadout that burns through the most expensive unit on the market faster than most trinaries do in a week of sustained combat
And we already have the fuckin horned owl!!! Which is functionally just a clan-tech upgrade of the phoenix hawk!!
Listen. I grew up in the diamond sharks, and I still consider it my home. But if they try to sell us the phoenix hawk IIC one more time Iâm going to go ballistic
#my brain has deteriorated to the point of RPing a zellbringen stables jockey on tumblr.com#mechwarrior#battletech
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Soy fan de Diabolik Lovers, no lo voy a negar, pero yo me considero una fanåtica normal y no soy de las que normalice los abusos o que tenga ganas de vivir lo que pasa en el anime o en los juegos. Elegà hablar de Laito por su personalidad y forma de comportarse con Yui. No porque sea mi husbando o algo por el estilo, estoy interesada en ser psicóloga y con los pocos conocimientos qué tengo de dicha årea, nunca me hizo ver a Laito como mi crush o que me diera gracia su personalidad pervertida. Por lo que voy a hablar un poco a detalle de sus traumas y/o problemas psicológicos
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đΔâČââNo hate o malos comentarios, hacia mi o algĂșn otro usuario. O abstenerse a las consecuencias.
đΔâČââLas traducciones NO son propiedad de mi propiedad, crĂ©dito a sus respectivos traductores.
đΔâČââAltos Spoilers de los tres primeros juegos Hunder Dark Bridal, MORE BLOOD, Dark Fake.
đΔâČââNo publico esto con el fin de justificar los abusos y comportamiento de Laito, solo vengo a explicar el porque es asĂ.
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Laito Sakamaki (éć·» ă©ă€ă, Sakamaki Laito) es el tercer hijo de la familia Sakamaki. Laito, junto con Ayato y Kanato; los trillizos, son los hijos de Cordelia, la primera esposa de Karlheinz.
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Laito actĂșa como una persona extremadamente pervertida, masoquista y sĂĄdica, pero en realidad es muy sensible. Tiene una actitud totalmente pervertida, lo que le causa problemas en la escuela y es suspendido algunas veces. Laito es muy bromista, siempre estĂĄ alegre y le encanta jugar. Tiene como pasatiempo molestar a Yui, pero si ella se muestra muy desafiante, su personalidad puede cambiar a una mĂĄs agresiva y termina âcastigĂĄndolaâ, casi siempre de manera pervertida.
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Laito es uno de los hijos de Cordelia (la primera esposa de Karlheinz), a pesar de ser un vampiro, Ă©l era como un niño humano. Era inocente y tierno, era un ser que no sabĂa nada. Dicha mujer que no le prestaba la atenciĂłn y cariño que una madre debe prestarle a su hijo, lo desatendĂa al igual que Kanato. AdemĂĄs ella tenĂa varios amantes, y sus hijos estaban al tanto de todo, lo mĂĄs triste es que Cordelia no se abstenĂa de mantener relaciones sexuales EN FRENTE DE SUS DOS HIJOS (lo digo ya que la fĂ©mina excluyĂł a Ayato de esos actos, porque a Ă©l lo presionaba con tareas para ser el prĂłximo "heredero"), quizĂĄs en cierta etapa de su infancia o tal vez cuando el Sakamaki entraba a su adolescencia, Cordelia comenzĂł a experimentar e incluir a su hijo en sus actos sexuales. Como dije al ser un niño, Laito pensaba que esa era una forma normal del âamorâ y el se aferro a eso, al pasar el tiempo, Ă©l llego a su edad adulta y metido en esa enfermiza relaciĂłn dejĂł de ver a Cordelia como su madre y la veĂa mĂĄs bien como su amante.
Y asĂ siguiĂł, hasta ese dĂa.
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A causa de su pasado. Laito se convirtiĂł en un ser totalmente despreciable.
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âPuedes enojarte, puedes luchar. TambiĂ©n puedes ponerme apodos, incluso odiarme. Pero no importa cuanto lo intentes no eres rival para mi, no para un inhumano, serĂĄs forzada a entregarte. Y estarĂĄs a mi mercedâ
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Al comportamiento sexual compulsivo se le conoce tambiĂ©n como trastorno de hipersexualidad o adicciĂłn sexual. El Consiste en una concentraciĂłn profunda en fantasĂas, impulsos o conductas sexuales que son incontrolables. Esto causa aflicciĂłn y problemas en la salud, el trabajo, las relaciones interpersonales u otros aspectos de la vida.
El comportamiento sexual compulsivo puede abarcar distintos tipos de experiencias sexuales que suelen ser agradables. Algunos ejemplos son la masturbaciĂłn, la excitaciĂłn sexual mediante comunicaciones por computadora, varias parejas sexuales, el consumo de pornografĂa o pagar por tener relaciones sexuales.
Ahora bien, creo que estas descripciones van muy bien con lo que es Laito Sakamaki. Por lo que he llegado a investigar, estas actitudes llegan a ser provocadas por diversos factores los cuales van desde el abuso infantil (cosa que Laito experimento) a desequilibrios mentales provocados por sustancias nocivas. Ahora bien, centrĂ©monos en la primer causa mencionada, el muchacho claramente sufriĂł violaciĂłn desde muy temprana edad por parte de su madre, puede ser que Ă©l en un principio sintiĂł miedo por que Cordelia le estaba haciendo âaquelloâ sintiĂł miedo, pero como ella le dijo que esa era su forma de expresar su amor, Laito comenzĂł a creer que el amor era placer, y el placer era amor.
(algo muy turbio a mi perspectiva)
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El sadismo (término derivado de Sade, escritor y filósofo francés del siglo xviii) alude, en general, a la obtención en una persona de placer derivado del dolor de otro ser vivo.
Los actos sĂĄdicos pueden involucrar actividades que indican el dominio sobre la vĂctima: obligar a arrastrarse, encerrarla en una jaula, inmovilizarla fĂsicamente con cadenas, sogas o esposas, tenerla atada con los ojos vendados, darle una paliza (pegarle, golpearla, azotarla de distintas maneras), pincharla, morderla, quemarla con cigarrillos, aplicarle descargas elĂ©ctricas con una picana, violarla, cortarla, intentar estrangularla para dejarla sin respiraciĂłn sin llegar a matarla, torturarla de muchas maneras, mutilarla. Algunos sĂĄdicos llegan a matar a la vĂctima y otros se limitan a humillarla.
La verdad, no se mucho al respecto sobre este tipo de prĂĄcticas (refiriĂ©ndome psicolĂłgicamente), asĂ que yo darĂ© mi opiniĂłn, con respecto al personaje. Yo al principio pensaba que era sĂĄdico por ser un vampiro, entonces me llegĂł una idea, Laito al igual que todos sus hermanos era un niño inocente, pero a causa de sus traumas quizĂĄs desarrollĂł un gusto por infligir dolor a las personas, para que sufran lo que el viviĂł, tal vez esa es su forma de âdesquitarseâ. Estas conductas son muy notorias en su ruta porque degrada y corrompe a Yui de formas muy crueles.
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Una persona masoquista busca el dolor o la sumisiĂłn propia para conseguir el placer sexual. Los actos masoquistas pueden consistir en la restricciĂłn fĂsica, golpes, pinchazos, descargas elĂ©ctricas, humillaciones (por ejemplo ser orinado o defecado encima; ser sometido a insultos; obligado a arrastrase como un animal, etc.).
Otro aspecto quĂ© el tiene, aunque no es tan exagerado como el caso de Azusa bb (perdĂłn es mi Mukami favorito). Es el de cierta forma es masoquista por el siente placer al sentir dolor, no refiriĂ©ndonos a lo fĂsico si no a lo sentimental (irĂłnico por que segĂșn Ă©l no necesita de los sentimientos en su vida)
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El voyeurismo consiste en alcanzar la excitaciĂłn sexual observando a las personas que estĂĄn desnudas, sin ropa o que participan en una actividad sexual. El trastorno de voyeurismo implica actuar sobre los impulsos y fantasĂas voyeuristas sin el consentimiento de la otra persona o experimentar malestar significativo o deterioro funcional debido a tales deseos e impulsos.
Esta madre esta potente. El voyerismo también se descubre como la forma de sentir placer viendo a personas en determinadas situaciones.
En el caso de Laito, este posible trastorno fue provocado cuando, fue encerrado por su padre en el calabozo de la mansiĂłn en forma de castigo por mantener âuna relaciĂłnâ con Cordelia. En uno de esos dĂas encerrado llega la mujer a visitarlo, el Sakamaki alegre piensa que ella ha venido a sacerloâŠ. ÂĄÂĄPero no!!... La vieja esta fue solo para tener sexo con Richter enfrente a Laito. Al ver como la âmujer que amabaâ estaba con otro hombre, se forzĂł a creer que le exitaba ver a las personas teniendo el coito. AdemĂĄs desarrollo un gusto por ser engañado despuĂ©s de ese dĂa, solo para no ser herido.
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El incesto âdel latĂn incestus, es decir, âincasto, no castoââ es la prĂĄctica de relaciones sexuales entre individuos muy prĂłximos por consanguinidad âparentesco biolĂłgico o consanguĂneoâ. Se califican como incestuosas, en todas las culturas, a las relaciones sexuales entre familiares.
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En nuestra realidad, el incesto es considerado un tabĂș y un crimen, a pesar de que muchos relatos de la antigĂŒedad practicaban esos actos, estas prĂĄcticas pueden desencadenar problemas, en el caso de Laito desĂłrdenes mentales.
(Esto no tiene nada que ver pero yo odiaba a Cordelia, la sigo odiando pero ella fue vĂctima de las manipulaciones de Karlheinz, es mĂĄs el papamaki estaba al tanto de todo lo que ocurrĂa en la mansiĂłn, tengo entendido que hasta le dijo a Cordelia quĂ© ese âamorâ era el correcto)
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El abuso sexual es una violencia de carĂĄcter sexual, con o sin contacto fĂsico, cometido por uno o varios individuos mediante violencia, coerciĂłn, amenaza o sorpresa, es decir sin el consentimiento de la persona vĂctima. La coerciĂłn contemplada por la ley puede ser fĂsica o moral. Las violencias sexuales no tienen nada que ver con un deseo sexual ni con pulmones sexuales, son en realidad armas muy eficaces para destruir y degradar al otro, someterlo y reducirlo al estado de objeto y de esclavo. Se trata antes que nada de dominar y de ejercer todo su poder. Es importante señalar que no es inusual que la vĂctima de abuso sexual no presente heridas fĂsicas o signos del ataque. Pero el abuso sexual aĂșn asĂ es un crimen y puede ser reportado a la policĂa de igual forma que otros crĂmenes.
Esto es bastante obvio, el abuso qué sufrió sumado al incesto y los traumas qué se le fueron infligidos, crearon problemas mentales. En varios casos y estudios se a comprobado que este tipo de actos pueden provocar la hipersexualidad.
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La âdepresiĂłn sonrienteâ, se habla de la depresiĂłn oculta, un padecimiento en el que la persona disimula sus sentimientos hasta el punto que pareciera no tener sĂntomas de depresiĂłn, al enfatizar que este tipo de condiciĂłn emocional es peligrosa, pues, a simple vista, no es observable.
Por lo que he notado Laito padece este tipo de depresiĂłn.
El aparenta estar bien, cuerdo, con esa sonrisa de diversiĂłn casi todo el tiempo, aunque muy en el fondo esta destrozado, es infeliz, aunque tenga âplacerâ, el mismo comenta que no se siente del todo satisfecho. Esa sonrisa que muestra no es mĂĄs que una mĂĄscara para ocultar ese sufrimiento quĂ© se niega a aceptar.
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No dirĂ© muchoâŠ.
Laito llega a ser muy malo en su respectiva ruta. Llegando a agredir de distintas maneras a Yui, juega con ella de formas aterradoras como en el Dark 1 de HDB, donde engaña a Yui para meterle el palo de pool, llevarla incontables veces al cuarto de tortura, burlarse de ella por su fe en Dios, abusar de ella en la iglesia, comparĂĄndola a cada pinchĂ© raro con Cordelia, obligarla aâŠ.. (ya no puedo seguir esto es muy cruel) lo peor de todo es que en la mayorĂa de veces no siente remordimiento. E incluso sus abusos fueron tantos que orillĂł a Komori al suicidio, aunque claro al final no se matĂł por que el wey la manipulĂł
Solo tengo que decir, pobre Yui. Mi Yui.
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No existe tal cosa en Laito đ
Ya es broma, como tal no hay un avance instantĂĄneo en su personaje, por lo que he llegado a notar, el tipo se mantiene igual por toda la ruta y mĂĄgicamente en los finales buenos se vuelve un ser lindo que dice amar a Yui. En el primer juego no hay un cambio en Ă©l, como empieza termina :/, en el segundo dirĂa que comienza a âenamorarseâ genuinamente de Yui, aun asĂ no deja de ser pervertido pero por lo menos YA INTENTA COMPRENDER QUE ES EL AMOR, tambiĂ©n tengo que decir que en el mismo juego, Laito comienza a ser âmonopolizadorâ con Yui, en decir, desea que ella sea suya y de nadie mĂĄs, no quiere compartirla, lo cual NO ESTĂ PARA NADA Bien (de hecho se muestra de una forma turbia en el Maservant Ending de MB), pero a comparaciĂłn de Haunted Dark Bridal, donde a Laito no le importa âcompartirâ a Yui con sus hermanos, incluso cuando ella no quiere đđđŒđđŒđđŒđđŒđđŒđđŒ.
Yo opino que la mayor muestra de âevoluciĂłnâ en Laito fue en el final sadista de DF, ya que en ese final Yui y Ă©l quedaron atrapados en un incendio, el cual provocĂł quĂ© la chica quedarĂĄ con quemaduras graves deformando su apariencia; Laito sintiĂ©ndose culpable la cuido por el resto de la vida de Yui y sorprendentemente dejĂł de beber su sangre o la de otras mujeres, al final Yui muere y al vampiro le cuesta aceptar el descenso de la chica y sufre el hecho de que Komori no este a su lado. Pero otra cosa que destacĂł de Laito es que en Dark Fate Ă©l toma una iniciativa muy linda para mejorar su relaciĂłn con Yui y dejar atrĂĄs el asunto que el tenĂa con Cordelia, no fue rĂĄpido pero ver el desarrollo de la historia en dicho juego fue sublime.
AdemĂĄs en el CD Drama âVampire Juice â Year-End giftâ se vuelve alguien muy pudoroso y educado. Agregando el hecho de que, si comparamos a Laito de LE con el de HDB nos podemos dar cuenta que para nada es el mismo.
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ParĂĄ pensamientos finales, quiero decir: Laito es mĂĄs que un pervertido, esta mal psicolĂłgicamente y si comprendo porque es asĂ, pero tengo que decirlo, nunca me ha gustado justificar las acciones que ese vato ejerce en contra de Yui. Su concepto como personaje esta interesante y fue entretenido intentar descifrarlo, tambiĂ©n lo admito su diseño esta muy bien hecho y todos mis respetos a su seiyuu (Daisuke Hirakawa) por hacer semejantes sonidos đł. Pero fuera de ahĂ, tengo una horrible relaciĂłn amor-odio con Ă©l, por que detesto a las personas con ese tipo de actitudes y cada vez que hace una mamada, literal comienzo a insultarlo xd. Su pasado si esta bien triste y turbio pero como vuelvo a decir eso no le da el derecho de "jugar" con Yui, pero viendo el lado positivo es un personaje MUY interesante y aunque al principio no es la mejor pareja hace un cambio bonito y hasta llega a hacer cariñoso y atento :3 (aunque aun no lo perdono por completo >:v maldito vampiro guapo de mierda hijo de su cuestionable madre)
Las actitudes quĂ© desempeña a lo largo del primeros juegos es lo mismo manipulaciones, abusos sexuales y fĂsicos en contra de Yui, para mi no es agradable ese hecho si nos ponemos a pensar que eso pasa en la vida real.
Aun asĂ Laito estĂĄ en el top de mis personajes favoritos
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En conclusiĂłn, en la vida real hay muchas personas que padecen lo mismo que Laito, cometiendo abusos, violaciĂłn es, que en algunos casos terminan en la cĂĄrcel o en rehabilitaciĂłn. Gente como este vampiro no pueden cambiar asĂ de la nada, requieren ayuda profesional y crĂ©anme es MUY PERO MUY DIFĂCIL hacerlos cambiar, mĂĄs no es imposible.
Y recuerden si un dĂa alguien intenta hacerles algo como Laito a mi diosa Yui, alĂ©jese rĂĄpidamente de ellos đ y llamen a la policĂa o comĂ©ntenselo a alguien de confianzađđź. Es enserio.
Espero de todo corazĂłn que les haya gustado. Es la primera vez que me pongo a hacer un anĂĄlisis de hacia un personaje y la verdad se me hizo muy divertido y difĂcil hacerlo. Pido una disculpa si me equivoque en algunas partes, si lleguĂ© a decir o redactar algo mal avĂseme.
Si le gustĂł dejen su comentario.
PrĂłximamente, anĂĄlisis de Azusa y Kou.
Hasta pronto đ
Este anĂĄlisis lo publique originalmente en mi perfil de Wattpad "nezukohatsune" pero debido a ciertos problemas lo estoy resubiendo aquĂ.
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Happy Halloween Sam lovely! I'm in the midst of answering your ask but I'm throwing selfship questions your way too!!
What roles would you and your f/os have in a horror movie? Damsel in distress, last one standing, dies offscreen, is actually the murderer, etc?
Also are you the vampire in the relationship or are they? (or are you both hot vampires :0) How does it work feeding-wise? little nibbles or full on frenzy?
RAHHH HI MARI MY LOVE!!
OO THESE ARE SO FUN AND IM GLAD I STILL HAVE A FEW MINS LEFT OF HALLOWEEN TO ANSWER THEM!!
So Suo is definitely the last one standing if he isnt the damn killer himself lets be so honest here. He is the one to come up with the plan to outsmart the killer and actually gets away with it. Now Satoru? If we're talking no cursed technique or anything is the first to die. I'm so sorry he's the dumbass that goes toward the noise or is final girl's horny boyfriend. I love him but rip. If Suo is the last one standing Hoshina one hundered percent is the killer's accomplice. He's the one in the group who everyone thinks is their friend and turns out to have been with the killer all along.
Vampires you say? OOOO I LOVE. Hoshina with those sharp teeth?? Definitely the vampire and he can absolutely bite me whenever and where ever he wants. Bachira is absolutely the human to my vampire, but he is 100 percent convincing me to turn him so we can spend together forever and I have not a single complaint. Bachira I feel also loves being bit, he loves walking around with physical proof of our relationship. And me and Suo are def a vampire couple. We drink our blood out of wine glasses while we watch 90 day fiance.
These were so much fun!! Thank you Mari and I hope you had a great Halloween!!
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One day, mid way through a meeting, the zeta tube announces the arrival of Batman. Everyone turns to give him a piece of theirs minds for showing up hours late, except heâs barely standing, half his mask ripped off reveals a blue eye that isnât focused on anything, matted black hair full of blood, he has stubble on his chin and heâs missing a tooth. His hand cluches his stomach as a knife pokes through his fingers he still tries to contain the blood, every breath he takes looks painful and thereâs an indent in his ribs that wasnât supposed to be there, thereâs rips all over his suit revealing battered armour underneath, his cloak has long since been torn off and one of his entire boots is missing (along with a sizeable chunk of flesh), and Jâonn cringes over at the pain and hunder and thirst and pain coming from his mind, iced over by vauge shock.
(Sorry about any typos, might write a fic on this I dunno)
#this was originally going to be an au#where no one knows about the rest of the batfam#he throws them comm links with a bat signal on them#and manages to say to go to gotham and bludhaven#and then is brought to emergency care#and even oracles clocktower has been attack#there was going to be roughley a chapter dedicated to each hero finding a bat in horrible health.#nightwing has never been so greatful to see superman#red robin was trapped underground and was holding up ruble to save civillains#he colapses onto green lantern from caffine withdrawl and pain and exaustion and over exertion and-#red hoods only barely hanging on due to pit rage and that is definitely his blood#and ect#and the justice league is horrified#because they get a cold reminder#that the bat(s) is very much human#and while they push themselves to be the strongest they can be#to the point of fighting gods#they are still very much human#and seeing all these traumatised kids pushing themselves so far#too far#to save people#and they all give last words before they pass out#and every single one is about their dad#is their dad safe#will he survive#can they see him#oh please let them see him#heâs their dad he can do anything he can protect them and save the day#and even Red Hood says something along those lines and how he never wanted their relationship to end up like this#lazerswordweilder writes
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Augusnippets Day 24
Path of Whumperless Whump Prompt; "Animal Attack"
Day 24 of @augusnippets August 2024 Whump writing challenge! (Augusnippets Masterlist)
Characters;
- POV: Lancelot - The Weeping Monk
- Unnamed Fey of various Clans
(Character Masterlist)
(Ao3 Link)
Wordcount; 499
TWs; referenced animal attack/s, hunter turned prey
Lancelot narrowed his eyes, examining the tracks before them. Large and wolf-like, they belonged to some massive creature that had been killing lone Fey hunters and stealing livestock.
They were to bring back it's head, the hunting party had been told. There were three Fey hunters and two other warriors all of varying clans, and as the best tracker the Fey had, Lancelot had been tasked to accompany them. None made any effort to talk to him, muttering in Old Fey between themselves; they'd outright insulted him three times in the last hour alone but he'd not deigned to inform them he both understood- and spoke- the language.
Silently he had lead them thus far, yet something was niggling in the back of his mind. Something... off.
The trail had been relatively easy to follow, a good ten miles into the encroaching woodland, but within the last mile or so the prints had become become... cryptic in their movements.
The patten was now strange and weaving, drawing them deeper and deeper into the forest. The pawprints darted nearly methodically to the left, ducked into the undergrowth, then veered right and did the same on the other side, repeating over and over.
At a guess they weren't too far behind it now, perhaps half a mile, given that Lancelot could not hear nor smell the telltale signs they were close. Not yet.
Lancelot crouched down, fingertips brushing into the impression of the pawpad that had caught his eye, drawing his hand back. Blood. This pawpad had a speckle of blood- as if the beast had trodden on a thorn...
He splayed his hand next to the mark, which spread several hand lengths, glancing back at the previous tracks that wove into the bushes this one had come from...
"Shit..." He whispered, doubling back, and sure enough, he confirmed his hunch.
The tracks wove between the undergrowth with such subtle differences between them that he hadn't noticed before, but now that he had it was glaringly obvious. Only one in every four or so of these individual paths carried a speck of blood on the front right paw...
Which meant this was not one beast... It was a pack. One smart enough to hide their numbers...
And these creatures had lead them out here on purpose.
"Draw your swords! We've been ambushed!" Lancelot barked, standing quickly.
At the same moment as steel scraped against scabbard did a low, rumbling growl sound from the undergrowth.
A pair of slitted amber eyes locked onto Lancelot's, it's long, curved teeth bared in a vast maw. It stepped forth into the dappled light above, a paw several times bigger than his face pressing into the dirt, laced with blood.
Flanking their left and right came the rustling of others, more yellow eyes fixed upon the group, snarling, hungry, ready to devour.
Lancelot faced the first, raising his chin in defiance towards the beast.
With a flash of black and brown fur it lept upon him...
I had fun with this one but oh BOY editing it down was difficult. I cut out an entire 400 word section describing all the undergrowth and the trees, and another several hundered words of the group finding an animal carcass... stupidly, I thought I had copied it into my forgot "Fridge Your Darlings" file, but alas I had not. Definitely think I'll rewrite this without that soft word limit for the main fic, and continue it!
Thanks for reading as always, onto the next!
#augusnippets day 24#augusnippets 2024#augusnippets#tw animal attack#whump#whump writing#the weeping monk
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Sebastian x Aya (@potatoaiisle )(AFAB Reader) - Up on Fire
E RATED - Major content warning for Vampire Seb and Explicit Sexual Content!!!
Notes: Prewarning, this is the longest one-parter I've written đ
For this reason, I will not be proofreading đ
"Aya. Look, I can explain!" Sebastian spoke softly, trying to calm her down, but to no avail. Blood drips down his chin from his soft, pink lips, leaving crimson stains over his white t-shirt.
Aya cowered in fear as Sebastian's fangs peeked through his mouth with each word he spoke. "What are you...Sebastian? Do I even know the real you? Were you lying to me...all this time?"
Her shaking body was apparent, breaking Sebastian's heart one tiny piece at a time. "Aya...I'm sorry...I-..." Placing a hand on her should for reassurance, she pulls away rapidly.
"Sebastian. I need to know now. Tell me. No more lies." Tears streamed down her small face like the first monsoon of rainy season.
Sebastian wipes his face clean with his shirt, leaving his toned stomach exposed for a brief moment. "Aya..." Sebastian edges closer.
"Stop." Aya cowers; edging back.
"Aya..." An almost evil glint filled Sebastian's eyes as he edged closer and closer, pushing her against the wall of his house.
"Sebastian...stop... You're making me uncomfortable..." She managed to whimper.
Sebastian smirks as he pushes her against the wall, looking deeply into her eyes. His own eyes were full of hunger. "No more lies?" He licks his lips, smirking. "Okay." Sebastian backs off slightly, opening his mouth to reveal his pointed fangs.
Aya's tears abruptly come to a stop as shock becomes the only emotion present. "Sebastian...a vampire? Those exist...?"
Sebastian nods, weakly smiling. "Yeah...and you're the only one that knows about me. Don't even entertain the thought of telling anyone." He snarls.
Shaking her head and hands rapily, she replies. "No, no! I wouldn't think of it..."
Sebastian nods, sitting down on a large boulder. "I'm not like normal vampires, Aya...I haven't drank human blood in decades. It's actually killing me slowly." He chuckles weakly. "It's weird. An eternal being dying because he's too weak to kill. Not the sort of predator they make us out to be, eh?"
Aya sits next to him, still mainting a distance. "Uh... yeah... What do you plan on doing? Surely there's other ways that you can get human blood? Maybe a blood bank?"
"Too risky." He mumbles.
Aya pauses for thought, her palms sweating profusely. "What about me...?" She whispers.
Sebastian is taken aback and leaps up. "Not in hell froze over. No. Im not hurting you, Aya. I care about you too much... "
"You... care about me?" She whispers under her breath.
Nodding, he crouches down before Aya, taking her hands in his own softly. "Mm. I care about you a lot. I...uh...I love you, Aya. I have for a while. I just never said anything because I thought you would be scared of me."
"Sebastian... I am scared. But... you're still you. Just a little different from what I initially thought..." She slowly raises her head, looking deeply into his eyes. "And... I love you too. So... please..."
Sebastian leans his head on Aya's knee, feeling completely helpless. "There's only one way I'm doing this."
Aya squeezes Sebastian's hands, feeling a little confused.
"I am an eternal being, Aya. If I drink your blood, it will kill you. However... if you truly love me... I can turn you too. But you have to be certain because I will not do this otherwise.
Without hesitation, Aya nods. "I want this. Please, Seb."
A sudden hunder takes over Sebastian as he picks Aya up, throwing her over his shoulder and heads inside. Throwing her onto the bed, he quickly climbs on top of her.
"You're still certain you want this...? That you want me...?" He whispers into her ear softly.
Aya gives him a small nod. "Mm. I'm sure..." Her hands reach into his hair, playing with it gently.
"Okay..." He mumbles, kissing her passionately.
His fangs gently scrape against her lip through the kiss, causing shivers to travel down her spine. Sebastian's hands begin exploring Aya's petite figure, travelling up her shirt.
Aya moans, her breaths deepening with every touch. "Sebby..."
"Yes, my love?" He whispers into her ear, nibbling and biting at it.
Aya gasps, and her breath hitches as he travels down to her neck, lightly scraping her soft skin with his razor-sharp fangs. Sebastian pulls away for a brief moment to remove his bloodstained shirt. Aya's fingers trace his toned, pale torso as he swiftly removes her shirt and bra.
"You're so beautiful, my love." He smiles down at her, his hands roaming across her body once more. Sebastian begins to leave delicate kisses down her torso until he reaches her waist, pulling off her trousers and panties as he reaches her thighs. He begins to leave small bites down the inside of her thighs, causing the volume of her gasps and moans to increase.
"Sebastian, I need you..." Aya whimpers.
Sebastian gives her a knowing nod as he removes the rest of his clothes, towering back over her fragile body. "Okay...I'm going to start now..." He lines himself up at her entrance, slowly pushing himself inside.
Aya whimpers, her back arching with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her hands reach up, wrapping around Sebastian's neck to pull him in closer. "I love you..."
Sebastian warmly smiles down at her, moving his hips at a slow and steady pace. "I love you too, Aya...I'll remember this moment for as long as I live..." Leaning down, his continues to kiss her passionately before trailing small kisses back down to her neck. He lingers there for a while before plunging his teeth in.
Aya's walls tighten around Sebastian, causing him to push his teeth in deeper. Aya's hands pull tightly on his hair as he continues to move his hips, drinking her blood as he does so.
"Se-...bas-..." She manages to croack out, the pain and pleasure mixing themselves into one entity.
After having his fill, Sebastian pulls away, his chin once again dripping. "Aya... you taste divine..." He licks his lips and increases the speed of his thrusts while gently rubbing her clit.
Aya's moans begin to turn into cries of pleasure as she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge. Her back begins to arch as she tightens herself around his member.
"That's it, my dear... Let go and allow yourself to experience our forever..." Sebastian smiled, continuing to rub circles into her clit as he thrusts.
As Aya reaches her climax, so too does Sebastian. They continue riding out their high until it comes to a slow end.
Sebastian slowly pulls himself out, laying beside Aya. "Thank you, my love..." He places a delicate kiss on her lips as he moves a lock of her hair behind her ear. "And... welcome to our forever together." Sebastian giggles as he sees Aya's own fangs now fully grown in.
They continue to enjoy each other's company for the rest of the evening. Talking about their future together and whispering sweet nothings. Sebastian finally found someone to call home after a millennia alone.
#sdv#stardew valley#sdv sebastian#sebastian stardew valley#stardew valley fanfic#sebastian#sebastian sdv#stardew sebastian#sebastian x reader#stardew valley sebastian#sebastian x farmer#sebby#sebastian x mc
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â. I'VE DIED EVERY DEATH I COULD .
ââââand i have survived each one ( MAIN VERSE. )
He is more myth than man. So happens to creatures with lives unreasonably long and caprices insolently frequent - they exist in endurable fractals. At once Nikodemos and Undying, for a time Octavian, for another Matteo, then Wolfslayer, Giver, Eris, Lucien; the Necromancer has been much and many, and will be many more. A self-contained legion of selves and lives lived.
Much like his history, his nature is vague and indistinctly capricious. Once upon a time a human, as human as his accursed kin of feeble, hollow-souled demonfood 'sensitives' could be, he fights the hand dealt tooth and claw long enough to become a thing transcendental and ineffable - neither living, nor dead, nor human, nor quite witch. The void at his core goes from inborn burden to weapon when he wrests control over what he can take unto himself and swiftly takes to taking souls. Magical talent he steals from the naturally gifted, mortal coil he trades in for manufactured immortality, his grimoire he writes in blood atop his very skin and in ink into his soul, and at last emerges from his doomed fate a terrible creature of his own creation - the first Eater.
And the Eater surely goes on to taste all he can of the world. From early antiquity onward one can encounter him in many places as many things. Amongst creature kin the terrors he once sowed still echo in certain places. Quiet about his dealings, his reputation as killer-eater have earned him few allies, even fewer friends and some of his more abhorrent titles. Where the esoteric and magical can be studied, he studies it, where it can't, he hunts it down. All for want of crafting his own perverse version of it. Magic is one thing, necromancy another, but a thief is a thief no matter the scale. Amongst humans where lies are far easier, he wears kinder masks. Covers himself in glory in battle and jewels in castles, becomes pauper, rebel, noble, knight, king, kingslayer. Becomes priest, saint, martyr, god. He crafts and sells the sweetest lies and seals the cruelest fates. Most of all, he eats. Gorges himself on meat damned and divine alike, morsels from any rare and rotten and terrible thing if he finds he can chew it (he finds he can), feeds himself in fists of human herds or handfuls of great big beasts. Swallows power too, and knowledge, adoration, love, all things a man may hunder for, he devours in excess. Most of all, he eats.
CHARACTERIZATION NOTES.
he can be played as far back as early antiquity where Nikodemus began his journey, all the way up to modern times
there is a time before he was Nikodemus - that history is available only upon extensive plotting
most names he's taken are self-contained lives he's lived. and while he doesn't always abandon those names and has allowed historical records of them to survive, connection rarely exists between them and one would find themselves hard pressed to find one. at best, the notion would count as a conspiracy theory. as a rule of thumb, only the preternatural and immortal tend to be aware of more than one of his reputations. otherwise, muses should know him only as what he introduces himself to be
despite the ironic title the undying, nik can in fact die, does it often, very well and rather casually. after each death he resurrects to full health, regrows all physical structures and then 'wakes up' back to square one - a reset of sorts. on the flip side, he feels the pain normally and experiences death like a human would. he just doesn't entertain it long (unless something interrupts his renimation).
he's something of an undead creature in technicality. he breathes, eats, has a pulse et al, but his soul and metaphysics are unnatural, his blood is rotten and his flesh performs odd processes. to blood-drinking creatures his palette would be disgusting or, in some cases, deadly.
he can sense souls. nothing whimsical like colors or anything, but he can metaphysically feel their energy and, after millenia of contact with various creatures, has learned to tell some apart. humans, spirits, undead, shifters, demonic and celestial he can pin down fast, while the outliers of the preternatural world are trickier. still, more often than not he can tell what caliber of power he's facing.
he can also eat souls. says it on the tin and everything. most times he can't do it freely and necessitates physical touch to put his binding mark down, through which he syphons out lifeforce. this ability won't be forced on any muse unless specifically requested and thoroughly plotted out, and may only appear connected to miscellany NPCs.
around the time of the early medieval period henceforth, AntonĂn Cainhurst may be mentioned in threads.
out of touch accents in everything he speaks.
notable liar.
HEADCANONS.
where i'll link all metas n studies i do of this bassard in his main verse âĄ
On immortality
On his beginnings
#. ă i've died every death i could ă . verse I ; main#a shorthand introduction to his mainverse (an all-you-need-to-know basically)#again me n my clunky lil graphics against the world <3 i love them#/cannibalism#/scopophobia
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me standing near a red-string-covered corkboard, deliriously mumbling as i tie another one to it: roses and carmen and roses... in limbus.........
this is basically just me running down connecting keywords
1) if dante is ayin (who they are) then carmen is their rose. this is me establishing why i connect her to roses
2) lunacy (wing-like nerves, embracing)
3) sign of roses (garden, trapped, flesh flowers, drinking blood, embracing, mother mary, 'let me help you')
4) drenched gossypium (garden, drinking blood, tree, memory, eye contact)
5) stuck in heaven (trapped, tree, wing-like branches, eye contact)
6) spider of marriage is like hers and ayin's shared blame for lobcorp... walking on the corpses of everyone they hurt, paying for it by blood...... (garden, flesh flowers, drinking blood (in relation to how flowers got made), celebration, a/c is canon)
6.1) DRINGKING BLOOD. CELEBRATION. HER CELEBRATIONS WITH WINE DURING LOBCORP. DO GET ME . celebrations caused by spilling blood and punctuated by drinking wine which is. also a blood symbol.
7) i just think four-hundered roses is funky :) (garden, drinking blood, i swear that ego gift can also be tied to carm i just havent figured it out yet)
8) in lobcorp there was a big rose growing in safety team main room and it was feeding on enkephalin and i always thought it was like proto seed of light plant w the final one being a tree.but this one is a timy flower (still big in proportion). this has nothing to do with anything its just another rose and its in a project moon game so it activated my carmen recognition neurons
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Come live with the same tempo
A sonnet sequence
               Verse I
Devotion gives you much more, as we climbe. Whose godly labour by singing to his chain, and Sops in wine, worne of Paramoures. You said the swift throâ the rocks of a stand at them; ah, when she moved, she finds her home. Go; my mind, my falter to the Duchessâ cheek; perhaps sheâll give it a clumsy name. Come live with the same tempo. Blood red were his cruel hand. It only the throe! Since Juliana here is no shame alike, the source of mine. Simple, as if it brings me to thee, where she were left of me: so then the green and freezes, blooming in me under the wold and meek, she played it light.
               Verse II
Fragrant bank of lilies I have shot my fond fancy, so artless, some interest, which if I should make suspicion start; no pause they bene hale enough to warm me throughout you sorrowâs trick. Lady of Shalott. See what I an accessary needs bear that is become of thorns and the tast, each houseâs barbed antennae trawling for another, me, there with timorously; and ache from fools that I had a system made no purple moor, a highwayman comes riding two and two: she hath wounded brethren of such a grasp of the room is so cold and lead away. It is not reservâd!
               Verse III
âJust ere she stay sang Sir Lancelot. On music, came from her head, so glad it has its utmost wise by Phoebus peeps over you, let the great lords out and the morning star, get with so much as I took my first of all, her iron heels: and so live in this, thoughts there with Aarons pretious oyle, and like in each applied to awaken. That my manhood is cast down in the trouble you may; take me mourne, but listenâd with my burning kiss, so supârabundance flower! Then what I can behold desk, dusty for lacke of Dan, which outweighs argosies,â as purply black, as erst to vex us?
               Verse IV
Of our will quite clear to starbursts sixteen arms electric to carry ⊠or crash ⊠itâs a journey ⊠that I knew mankind, and I believe it. Is your changing, and your belles and Creame, with slow dilation round nay! Are the ancestral fruit in a Catalina stand at that, unknown; to see it bent in a Girdle rounding all the sunâs meridian splendour out of brasse. That gave doth lie, yet growest more, now, than repose on aught that rides best recall; earth changing Hands of Day and Night Movie Theater, showing them on my tatterâd free, like Phoebus peeps over sudden from Camelot.
               Verse V
But in the Nymphes doe keepe from on high adoring mortal names, and sold for endless prove, that, where our fine bed too, vs in the advancing hound. The Prince is fled, is shifted round earthâs wheel, that I shall never one: our times are not to show false to your first for wanting. By night, my idle spright, raunged for heart receive the man she said: twas I. Will nane the Captainâs lady. What powers of ecstatic women striding to run away, âtwould boldly trip and print those seemed true: things does me, is fair brow, he leapâd amid a murder nor stumbling over his Justice slain, else men are true?
               Verse VI
Robert Burns: pass by hunders, nameless wretched make. And so she diedâbut see the other way, I feare, beeing immortall, subject to no dispute from my fixt height to beautyâs dead fleece in such a glanceâlike some stooping, made head, gained ground, and art may spare, for sacred throng, and its punctual, mystery and for my verse softly and me, iâll come there. Iâd toss life yonder tower and hope no redress; for I would ask me, if the Right and Good and long it would ask me, if thee living teares, as the way did lie. And the flaxen lilies, that euer was he, the other left hys flocke so dear!
               Verse VII
And dreery deathâs wound along her faire mindes resourse, and pall, so hath its white. So I may never a word! Of one that seeldome falls melodious words to show by the greene embellish the strain; learn, nor account the hands worked busily a day, and each would they lifted up, and carnation free as he was conscious of my Mortal parts could not be dieted with paine this line, remember: falling up a sweet as drowsy noons, and fro, a disease, feeding from a cliff on Sunday morning of Empire of pale blue fly sung in the summer-indolence; I warily oped her mouth saddles the one who resembles most you can see myself until the force to withstand, year upon the low world to thee, of which, from France. With joyes increase that with fair and unkind; no less the hour has struck athwart the rich light of thine in thy curl, it is vain bubbleâs sharpest pangs oâerpay.
               Verse VIII
Close though the red cloaks of market girls in this, that bids nor sit nor eloquence wit still with folded arms she brought; and our son, because the days of honeysuckle that I shall stay. With blackest moss the man; you wrong for weight and due to languid limbs streaming with the face so liuely to my sight, and lookâd down dear Genevieve! So artless, so silvâry is the finger failed to move or bread or the doleful air; I sang an old and looked up at her? In a silver bugle hung, and is fast, still delights and dame, to the kind flood of reason, the summer- indolence; the Lady of Shalott.
               Verse IX
That is Loveâthen wounded balsam, so the hollows of his quick fire shall strike from whence love may smell the distance of a conquest of a wall bounding all his gold: and you to love of one fingers. Has made: our soul, going to his Secresy; stirrâd not at first set myself bring wainscot shriekâd aloud: Help, help the other. Woman, fillĂšd with the leave me despair: now called work, must sentence sayes, that tenderest strain; learn, nor any; nay, you shall weigh the alien cityâ a beekeeperâs hair-shirt, sewn with a rabbitâs foot, watch those perfectly complete, you are my Last Love. Desiring your name.
               Verse X
For better, your name for love? If only words I know, that thou leave and Destiny both a wrong. What strained in the fetish boutique, those showers breaks the Past! Let Virtue wore, she hears, in the very temples with all the plaine, and weep to death: which the string I wound timorous eye the rich light across his beauty, and entered, lying on a headland over the day, the Princesse bene principall. For Winter will invite me to heare. No where thou hast graced; marchingâ and hid her soiled gloves by, untied her sense; but go my way where, and as long, and had our window, and kneeled and undressed.
               Verse XI
Across the main of all I have all passion of its earnest glance, beholding, waiting there. With tannâd antiquity, mine own finger to me: forsaken and subtill serpent kiss poysonâd the better is, then for those lines clawed in the earth with sugred sentence pass, things which han be dead branch the horizonâwhere he grew less and delight to me and be kind at once to a stately tree, cut down, but your love or on train memory; then faded, and be thereby! But get a windy nights a funeral, with the blue mount who does not betray, if like allay, so gone through, each humble in.
               Verse XII
For nothing more. So I may but die together. Softly, in the green-gown has been given; and throâ the Nithâs winding doom. And the terraceâall and each field where you all; let Virtues with all the wellfed wits at Camelot. Counter top, the hurt is nothing stars, it is my goddesse shines: and as he rode his armour rung, all love go by, but is got up, and right of these; if so, by any other most? She knows not mineâ or thine than all these joys refinâd of Sense and silent isle imbowers her will; but if my simple was the soil, and stay, and severe, your battle: kiss her; take her grace.
               Verse XIII
Her who loves loneness best, how far can that will not know. Till by his foly one deep in Phidian lore. By whom he is restored to me, darling one wish that would their hand that spot of joy into the ending never: let simply riding ⊠a wave shot my father break our laws with little house: yet asleep, powers lie folded in the flowers. Your song she dight, I pray thee move, the little skill in an abyss. Despite its strife, let me, and turn to do with belts of glitters but grows tart. Gilded monuments of prince of a yellow wood, and told, but shall I say than my hand, now I raise.
#poetry#automatically generated text#Patrick Mooney#Markov chains#Markov chain length: 7#163 texts#sonnet sequence
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shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals <3 (no pressure ofc)
Thank you for the ask luv! Less than three-hundered-thirty-three <333 I don't think I have a favorite playlist since my style of listening to music is more album/artist focused, so I'm taking a playlist I haven't used yet and that's my "Song I want to do a drag performance to" playlist.
Ace vitun spades!
(for this I had the English version in the playlist, but man the swedish version just goes so much harder so I'm sharing it instead.)
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You're so right. Something that isn't addressed in the manga is that he never finds a solution to stop class systems from happening again in the near future. Since if the ways of economics don't change, eventually a Bourgeois class would appear again. If a system of stopping people from becoming too rich never takes place in Britain after he completes his final plan, maybe after some years or decades the class system would reappear.
Another core idea of Marxism that is never mentioned in YNM, is the distribution or ownership for the means of production. As you mentioned for what he believes in, wealth distribution must surely be a part of it, although (as you mentioned) it's never stated whether if it would be more or less than what we have in the Morden day.
But he's clearly very smart; he would've known that if nothing changes in the system things the class unity that he would've lost his life over would not last very long. But he never does anything to make that change happen in his final plan.
As for the violence, he always tried to only kill people who have done something wrong. If I remember correctly, in the Noahtic arc, the person which he used as bait to make that nobleman to kill him in front of the ballet show, and in front of hunders of people, was a disgusting criminal who raped and murdered 7 nuns. But sadly, i haven't read the manga yet, I'm too poor to buy it. Although, I'd love to find out what he does in the manga to result in innocent people's blood spilling.
Can we talk for a moment how amazing it feels to speak about Marxism in anime?
Was William from Moriarty the Patriot socialist?
During the manga and the anime he very clearly believed that the class system is a curse upon the British empire, that change must happen and that it is extremely unfair for the 2%, the upper classes, the Bourgeois be spending all their life in luxury whole the lower class, the Proletariat work all day to feed their families.
Although it is true that that way of thinking can be found in socialism, there are some things that he seems to disagree with in that ideology. In the Jack the Ripper arc, William finds out that there is no Jack the Ripper, an organization is making a villain to try and stir up a revolution between the Proletariat and the Bourgeois.
That, coincidently is the whole idea of Socialism, Communism and Marxism, a Proletariat revolution. He is against that. If he wanted a Proletariat revolution, he would just let that happen, but he didn't.
He tried to stop that from happening. William doesn't completely agree with Socialism because Socialism, Communism, Marxism ect is really violent. Innocent lives will be lost. But wouldn't that backfire with his final plan? He started killing people and setting fires to become a common enemy.
There is a big difference between the revolution and what he did. His plan, was making him a common enemy, just like Maximilien Robespierre, so that the two classes could put aside those differences. While a revolution wants one class against eachother, he wanted all of the people together.
That I believe is the biggest difference. He doesn't want to eat the rich like socialist want, he doesn't believe if someone is rich he is inherently evil. After all, people are born into wealth, just like people are born into homelessness.
So in conclusion, no. He isn't a socialist or communist. He believes in some ideas of Socialism but he despises the violence of the revolution socialism wants. The red in his eyes isn't for the Soviet Flag (fortunately since that would be time inaccurate)
But that's just a theory,
An anime theory
Thanks for reading.
It feels so good to rant about communism in anime.
#wanna moot?#id honestly love to rant about politcs to someone other than my mom#mtp william moriarty#mtp william#william james moriarty#william moriarty#yuukoku no moriarty#moriarty the patriot
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