#but i do think there's some of it that is curated with a white audience in mind

[kyeomszone]

motive ○ lee dokyeom

tags. exes to ??. ex-fwb. hate sex (started off atleast, these bitches are idiots). fingering. rough sex. penetrative sex (vaginal). degradation. objectification. unresolved romantic tension.

synopsis. there aren't a lot of things that can get the Lee Seokmin angry. He's seen a lot in his career as the district attorney, has lived through a lot but goddammit did you know how to get under his skin better and faster than anyone with the infuriating smirk of yours.

series masterlist.

If someone were to ask about what sort of person Lee Seokmin is, the first thing that would pop up in people’s heads is kind or a saint or some other iteration of it.

The man had built his career from these very acts, pro bono cases ( despite being very broke straight out of university ) to tackling big public figures━ politicians, businessmen and women, none were safe from Lee Seokmin and his silver tongue━ to now, having been elected the district attorney, the youngest in the country’s history.

You call bullshit.

The Lee Seokmin you know is all teeth, bruising grip and unforgiving mouth.

You remember the man as clear as day, even though it has been almost half a decade since the two of you last crossed paths━ a hurried conversation, the crack in your heart, the coldness in his eyes-

You remember the man, the way he spun arguments in his favour no matter how bad the odds were, the way he brought the room’s attention to himself so irrevocably, so effortlessly with that bright smile of his, the very same smile that turned sharp and sharklike behind closed door, having you shaking in your knees and your cheeks stained with tears as he denied you the high.

He was kind yes, but not a saint.

Lee Seokmin was the farthest thing from a saint.

Maybe that was why wherever you get the chance, you try to get under his skin and show the world the cruel thing that lay behind their saint. That this-this whole kindness, this love, this care that he shows are all a carefully done facade.

So, you were on the witness stand, repeating the oath as a smirk played on your lips with your eyes not leaving Seokmin’s form. He looked tense, jaw clenched, knuckles white and eyebrows set.

The man looked far tenser than he did when had introduced the case, a hard look on his face but eyes still infuriatingly kind, the opening a carefully curated string of words that had the audience━ judge, jury, defendant, everyone entranced, the words spoken in that soft, sweet voice of his already swaying the jury.

The case had been against one of your former business partners, you having been brought in as a witness or said man to use against Seokmin’s arguments and even though the man you had worked with could be described as scum, you played up the act. Doing your part to convince the jury that the accusations were baseless and the prosecution was simply trying to bring down a good man (and if you threw in jabs against Seokmin in between your words, well that was between you and him).

Which brought you this very moment━ you sitting in one of your office chairs after hours, the plush material soft against your back as you lift the glass of bourbon to your lips, the smile on your lips smug as you stare down Seokmin, the glass you had offered him sitting untouched.

“Didn’t know you had a thing for humiliation,” Your words are sharp as they fall from your lips, mocking. “You think you know a person.”

Seokmin doesn’t rise to the bait, instead, he looks at you, something angry, something resigned in his gaze that makes your skin itch. “Why?”

“What?”

“Why?” Seokmin repeats himself, a sigh falling from his lips as he finally picks up the glass of alcohol, staring at the amber liquid. “Why go out of your way to defend him?”

You scoff at his audacity to question you after everything he has done. “What do you mean, why? He’s my business partner, we worked together and I━”

“Bullshit.” Seokmin snaps, his eyes hard as he glares at you, his grip on the glass now white-knuckled. “That's bullshit and we both know that. He is a murd━”

“You don’t know me Lee Seokmin,” You interrupt him, setting the glass with a hard clang as you narrow your eyes at him. “So don’t barge your way in here and give me a fucking lecture on morality.”

“You're right,” Seokmin sighs, taking a large gulp of bourbon and your eyes can’t help but trace the way his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “I don’t know you, the version of you that I knew is-is gone and...” a sharp laugh falls from his lips as he sets the glass back down. His eyes turn cold, lips twisting into a cruel little smile as he tilts his head. “What’s left of you is an empty shell filled with nothing but greed and━”

You are out of your chair before he finishes speaking, pushing his shoulders harshly as you glare down at him. Your breath comes out in harsh pants, jaw clenched and nails digging into the muscle of his shoulder, “Fuck you.”

Seokmin stares back, his eyes not leaving yours and he keeps staring and staring and━

His lips find themselves on your, hand cradling your jaw as the other tangles with your hair. You freeze for a minute, eyes wide at the unexpected course of action and it takes a minute for your brain to reboot before you find yourself kissing him back, your tongue licking across his seam, his tongue tangling with yours, mapping your mouth.

He stands up, lips still moving against yours as he gently pushes your backwards until the small of your back hits the desk, his body pressing against yours and━ fuck, you hate how this has your hold body burning, heat settling in your bones and turning you to putty.

He pulls away, panting as his forehead rests against yours. His grip on your jaw doesn’t loosen, neither does his hold on your hair and it sends a jolt of pleasure down your spine.

“Seokmin,” You breathe out, eyes on his face, the sharp contours of his face, the slope of his jaw, the moles shattered on his cheeks, all of which as like familiar in a way a book you had read years ago is. “Seokmin what━”

“Shut up,” Seokmin mumbles against your lips, pulling them back in and in one fell swoop, he has you lifted onto your desk, settling in between your legs and the casual display of strength has wetness pooling in your panties. You knew Seokmin had filled out, the muscles on his body no longer lithe the way it had been in university━ not from the way his shirts and suits hugged his body, almost tearing at the seams due to the stretch with each contraction.

His hand trails down from your hair, moving down until they’re at the buttons of your shirt, fingers undoing them and pulling it off, the fabric pooling near your hips and your shiver as the cold air of room brushes against your skin. Your grip on his shirt tightens, the fabric crinkling as you try to bring him closer than he already is, seeking out the wet heat of his mouth with a fervent need.

He pulls away for a second, breathing harshly, “Do you want to stop?”

You stare at him, the words taking a moment to skin in and when they do, you shake your head, “No,” the word falls off your lips without a beat of hesitation.

“Still the slut I know.” The words fall off Seokmin’s lips accompanied by a small laugh, a deeper, darker sort of under that makes molten heat course through your veins despite the humiliation that burns in you. “Maybe not everything has changed.”

You ignore the way his words sound wistful by the end, tugging him back down to meet your mouth, moaning at the way he bites your bottom lips, thighs pushing against your core. A beat later, his mouth starts trailing down, from your lips to your jaw, biting and licking and tugging at the skin of your jaw to your neck to your shoulder and then down to your tits.

One of his hands moves to unhook your bra while the other moves the garment. His mouth settles on one of the nubs, the teeth sinking into the flesh sending a flash of pleasure that has you gasping, back arching as you push yourself more onto him. His hand cups the other breast, fingers digging into the soft mound and as he tugs and tugs the abused nipple before moving onto the other.

All the while you’ve turned into a mess of pants and moans, your eyes rolling the the back of your head as Seokmin works his way through your body, taking you as he pleases, however he wants, wherever he wants━ uncaring of what you have to say.

It makes you feel like an object to use for his pleasure.

It makes your core throb.

“Pretty,” Seokmin mumbles against your skin, his breath warm and making you shiver. “My pretty girl.”

You burn at the praise, at being called his and you hate how it makes you feel.

“Fuck me already,” You snap instead, distracting yourself from whatever's starting to take root in you.

Seokmin’s eyes snap up to yours, eyebrows scrunching as he takes in a sharp breath. His hand trailed from your waist to your neck, fingers curling around the base of it and giving a light squeeze, making your breath hitch. “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want,” He grits out, his words sharp and syllables coated in warning. “Behave.”

You swallow and nod. “Okay,” your next breath is shaky as you look at him. He stares at you for a second, before nodding.

“Be a good girl for me, baby,” Seokmin says, kissing you again as his hands start moving down. He unbuckles your belt, undoing the button and taking off your pants and underwear together, dropping them to the floor.

“So wet for me,” Seokmin mumbles, running a finger through your fold, wetness gathering on his finger making you moan, his mouth swallowing the sound. Two fingers slip into your hole easily, Seokmin groaning at the smooth motion and the subsequent tightening around the digits. His thumb settles against your cilt, rubbing circles as he starts fucking you rough and fast with his fingers.

He pulls away from you slightly, lips a breath away as he says: “How many times can I make you cum before you start sobbing?” He grins against your lips as you can only reply with a moan. “I remember it being four before you started whriting and sobbing as you begged me to stop.”

“Seok━” You gasp out as he presses against your cilt harder, your whole body tensing as you get closer and closer to the edge, your whole body tight as a coil.

“Has it gone back to one?” Seokmin keeps the conversation going nonchalantly as if you weren’t seconds away from crumbling to the ground. “No one’s been able to fuck you as well as I did to keep up?”

The coil in you snaps, as you clench around his fingers, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you let out a long, drawn-out moan; your orgasm washing over you.

“One.” Seokmin counts, his thumb still working away at your cilt and your body starts to tighten again, limbs locking up and you’re sure the only reason you're still upright is due to the hold Seokmin has on you. His fingers still piston in and out of you and within a few breaths you’re being pushed to the edge again, body coiling and coiling and━

“Seokmin,” You can’t help but sob out when the second orgasm washes over you and Seokmin still keeps going, thumb working and working and working away at your cilt. “Can’t, please, Seok━ Seokmin.”

Seokmin stops, his fingers pulling out as he ticks an eyebrow, “Just two?”

You take in a shaky breath, your whole body shuddering as you nod. “I... I’m sorry,” you find yourself saying, despite the embarrassment stelling into your bones━ you don’t even know why.

“It’s okay, baby.” He presses a sweet kiss to your lips, soft and warm and a complete juxtaposition to his demeanour a beat ago. “You did good, sweetheart.”

You find yourself nodding, letting him completely overwhelm your senses. His hands caging your body, clothed thigh pressed against your dripping core, mouth moving against yours, soft, wet warm and grounding.

“Lay back,” Seokmin orders softly once he pulls away and you do, your back settling on the cool surface of the glass as you hear the buckle of his belt hit the floor. A moan falls from your lips as you feel his head against your folds, moving to collect the wetness on the dull nub. Your whole body arches, mouth falling open as he pushes in, the thick length of his stretches you to your absolute limits, and despite the wetness from his ministrations and two orgasms, it still takes a bit of effort to fully seath himself inside.

Good god, you’d forgotten how big he was.

No wonder anyone who came after could never fully make you feel half of what he did.

“Fuck,” Seokmin pants, his body leaning over yours, “My perfect little toy,” Seokmin moans out as he starts moving, a slow drag followed by a snap that has you arching. With each thrust, he picks up his pace, playing with your cilt every once in a while to bring you closer to your orgasm as he fucks you fast and rough and hard enough to leave you aching for days.

Your body is putty by the time his pace grows erratic, hips snapping against yours as he fucks you, pistoning in and out and in and you feel your body tightening, his own breaths coming out sharp and short and a few thrusts later, you're coming around his cock, tightening around his thick girth and that seems to push him over the edge as well as he quickly pulls out and paints your stomach white.

It takes a minute for you to catch your breath, your senses slowly rewriting itself from having been fried. You push yourself to sit up despite the exhaustion settling in your body as you stare at Seokmin, hair damp from sweat, skin flushed with the effect of sex and he looks just as breathtaking as the first day you saw him.

A heaviness settles in your chest the longer you look.

You missed him.

You hate yourself for thinking that.

note. i have a part two for it that is more plot than smut, so lemme know if anyone's interested

[gravehags]

the one who comes (richly endowed)

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x f!Reader (Curator!Reader)

Rating: EXPLICIT, MDNI

Tags: rough sex, cum eating, copia in that goddamn white suit, oral (m receiving, through pants), semi public sex, ghoul voyeurism, masturbation, curator reader being evil

Words: 3,459

Summary: A series of sartorial events.

a/n: i am quite literally always saying how i'm going to suck copia off through those white lululemon leggings so you know. here you go.

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“The eh, Ministry tailor wants to go over some of the tour outfits tomorrow afternoon. Care to join me?”

You yawn wide enough to pop your jaw and snuggle into the side of your lover, fingers raking through his abundant chest hair. He’s got a book propped up on his belly and his reading glasses perched on his long nose as he pauses every few moments to notate something in the margins or underline. 

“Yes please,” you say, leaning forward to place a kiss to each of the entwined 6s tattooed on his freckled pectoral. The action makes him chuckle, eyes briefly leaving the page to flick to you.

“You promise not to get too jealous?” he asks innocently, turning the page, “I mean these are the outfits my adoring fans will be seeing me perform in while you’re stuck here at the abbey. Who knows what kind of mischief I could get up to?”

You snort and sharply pinch his nipple, causing him to let out a ridiculously rat-like squeak.

“You’re not the only one who could get up to mischief,” you coo, “When the Cardinal’s away, the curator will play, hmm? I bet Terzo isn’t busy these days…”

Copia lets out a growl and removes his glasses, tossing them carelessly on the nightstand along with his book.

“What did you say?”

You’re trying so hard to bite back the evil grin that threatens to spread across your face as you lean away from your lover to flop onto your back and stare at the bed canopy above you.

“I think it’s only fair that I be allowed to seek out some ah…diversion in your absence. Particularly when you’re going to have your ‘adoring fans’ crawling all over you. Tell me, which of the Papas is best at eating pus–”

You don’t get to finish the sentence because Copia has rolled on top of you and situated himself between your legs.

“Dolcezza,” he leans in to growl in your ear, making a delightful shiver run up your spine, “Do not toy with me. Do not make me keep you tied to my tour bus bed with your face in the pillow and your ass in the air to use as I please every night, eh?”

You giggle warmly.

“I don’t know, sounds kind of ideal to me,” you purr, “To be so deliciously, divinely stuffed with your cum over and over after every show. What is it the siblings call me? ‘The Cardinal’s mistress’? And what is it the ghouls call me? Ah yes, ‘the Cardinal’s mate.’ Would you mate with me in that tour bus, amore? Loud and feral, for all your ghouls to hear? I think they’d like to wat–ah!”

Flinging back the covers and sitting on his haunches, he grabs you and roughly flips you over. 

“Piccola provocazione mia,” he sighs, rucking your nightgown over your hips and bending your knees, “If you wanted my cock so badly tonight–” he says, and you hear him yank down his sleep pants behind you, “--all you had to do was ask.”

You giggle into the pillow as he drags the head of his cock through your slick folds.

“Much more fun this–ah!--way! Fuck, Copia!”

He’s bottomed out inside you before you can even finish your sentence and places a firm hand between your shoulder blades as he begins to roughly fuck you. You turn your head to the side to get some air and so he can hear every noise that comes out of your mouth.

“You–ah–want it like this? Bent over and spread open for anyone to watch? To listen? Tesoro, we should recruit you for–hngh–sex rituals. Who knew a sweet girl like you liked–ah–an audience?”

The snap of his hips against yours is ruthless and the sound of his balls slapping against you with each thrust drives another moan from your mouth.

“Fuck, Copia, right there! Feel so good baby, l-love it when you u-use me, ah!”

His hand on your back presses you further into the mattress, causing you to arch your back even more sharply. The new angle has starbursts exploding across your vision.

“Sei mio,” he grunts, his grip on your hip bruising, “And until the m-moment I leave for t-tour I’ll–ah–gladly remind you, s-si?”

“Yours, yours, yours,” you chant, pushing back onto his cock to meet his thrusts, “Mmm fuck, Copia, make me yours!”

His fingers abandon your hip to reach around and slide through your folds, moaning at how wet you are. When he brushes against your clit, you let out a sharp whine.

“Copia, please! Don’t stop, don’t stop, oh fuck!”

Your cunt spasms around him and you cry out as he brings you over the edge, his name on your lips. 

“Ragazza brava mia,” he moans, “My perfect girl, so good for me. Cazzo, I’m gonna cum, amore. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

When he pulls out of you, you whine at the loss but crane your head as far back as you can to watch him feverishly stroke his cock.

“Come on baby,” you pant even though your neck is killing you. “Cum on me. Mark me up.”

The sight of his fist rocketing along his reddened cock, slick with your juices has you grinding into the mattress, desperate for another release. When he cums with a shout, covering your lower back in spurts of his seed your body sags into the bed. You can hear his rapid breaths as he wrings out every last drop onto you and finally lets go to survey his handiwork. He drags his forefinger through the mess and you turn your head, opening your mouth obediently. When the warm digit meets your tongue, the salt of him on your tastebuds, you close your mouth around it and suck eagerly.

“What a deviant I have made of a sweet little virgin,” he marvels and you slide off his finger to swallow with a smile.

“Think I was a deviant even when I was a virgin,” you murmur, “You just encouraged it. But some of the fantasies I had…”

“Oh?”

“Get me a rag to clean this up then I’ll tell you all about them, my love.”

He does as he’s told, wiping up his seed and rejoining you in bed so you can assume your earlier positions. You make a bet with yourself about how many times the two of you are going to hunger for one another that night.

As always, both of you exceed your expectations.

–

“What do you think about this? Amore?”

“Hmm?” you look up from the binderful of sketches you’ve been browsing while your beloved and the tailor conversed in rapid Italian, “Think about what?”

Copia stands on a round platform surrounded by mirrors. The tailor leans up against the door and gestures to the Cardinal.

“It’s a good suit, no?”

You smile. Of course it’s a good suit. It’s the suit Copia was wearing the night of your first date. The night where the two of you grinded on each other and made an absolute mess of those trousers. Those lovely, snug trousers and the curve of–

“Amore?” Copia asks, and you see his mustache twitch in amusement.

“It’s great! I love it, did you um…change the material of the pants? From the original suit I mean.”

“Si, si,” the tailor nods, “the Cardinal requires pants with more stretch to allow for vigorous movement on stage.”

Mmm vigorous movement.

“So he’ll be wearing either of his cassocks and uh…this black suit?”

Once again the tailor nods.

“I also have made prototypes in two other colors. Would you like to see those?”

He’s asking Copia too but you interject to answer for him.

“Yes, please.”

“They’re in garment bags in the dressing room, Cardinal.”

The Cardinal gives the tailor a tight smile before turning to you and giving you a look. You smile and shrug. Better him than you, and the way he fucked you last night, you almost collapsed on the floor this morning when you got out of bed while he chuckled, the bastard. He deserves a little torture. A few more minutes pass and he comes out and does a little pose. He looks resplendent in a cardinal red version of the suit and you know you’re grinning like an idiot when he steps onto the platform, preening.

“Oh the red is good, signore,” you tell the tailor, who smiles pleasantly at you. “I think I like it even better than the black. What do you think, my love?”

Copia’s preoccupied with making stupid little muscle man poses in the mirror and you have to stuff your fist in your mouth to muffle your guffaw.

“Huh-wha…what was that, amore?”

“I said, how do you feel about the red?”

“Oh eh, si. Very nice. Vibrant. Is that all?”

“There is one more suit in the dressing room, Cardinale,” the tailor gently reminds him and Copia turns to give you a deep bow before retreating to his cubicle. You hear him disrobe and hang up the red suit followed by unzipping the last garment bag. There’s a shuffle of fabric and Copia makes an odd sound.

“I…I, eh don’t think I’ll come out for this one.”

You look to the tailor nonplussed, who looks to you, equally perplexed.

“Isn’t it just the same suit in a different color, hon?”

“Si, it’s just that it’s eh…” he makes one of his noises, “It’s…ah fuck it.”

When he opens the door and peeks his head out you smile encouragingly. That smile slowly drops as he slides out of the dressing room to stand on the platform, replaced with something more awestruck and hungry. True to the tailor’s word, it is the same suit, however this one is in snow white. He looks incredibly elegant but that’s not what occupies your mind - what occupies your mind is the hefty and defined curve of his cock and balls in those sinfully tight white pants.

“Well, what do you think?”

You let out a lewd gurgle and now it’s the tailor’s turn to muffle his laughter.

“Exactly. I don’t think I’ll be going with this one, signore.”

The string of filth going through your mind is interrupted by his words.

“What?! No!” you splutter, flapping your hands. “No, this one absolutely stays.” 

“Amore,” Copia stage whispers, “You can see my whole dick.”

“Yeah, and balls,” you loudly whisper back, “Which is exactly why you’re keeping it.”

“Sarto, will you eh, excuse me and the signorina for a moment per favore?”

The tailor silently nods with an amused expression and steps out of the room, snapping the door shut behind him.

“Dolcezza, I am supposed to be on stage in this outfit. I’m supposed to sing while wearing this. You want me to look like a…a Chippendale at these rituals?”

You cough to hide your laughter.

“Beloved, may I be frank with you?”

“Please.”

“People come to these rituals to be tempted, right? To dip their toe into what the Ministry has to offer? Copia I am being so honest with you right now when I say that this–” you gesture to what’s on display at the juncture of his thighs, “--in combination with the music? Baby, you’ll be beating new recruits off with a stick. Might as well have a sign-up booth outside the venue. If I were some wide-eyed, easily influenced young person and I walked into one of your rituals to hear you sing about being the one who comes richly endowed and coming into the daughters of men and whatnot? My love, I would swear myself to Satan for one corn chip if you asked.”

Copia nods slowly, considering.

“You…have a point, dolcezza. Kind of makes me wish I hadn’t met you until I became head of the Ghost project so I could see you front row at a ritual…oh the things I would do to you.”

“And you still can,” you murmur, setting the sketch binder aside, “Keep this outfit and I promise you I’ll visit you backstage at one of your shows. I’ll surprise you.”

“Done,” he says, slapping his thigh. A soft knock sounds through the room and the tailor opens the door.

“Everything good?” he asks, eyes flicking between the two of you.

“Molto bene, signore,” you say, “He’s keeping the outfit.”

“Ah, good, good,” the tailor smiles, clapping his hands together, “I was hoping you’d say that because I have a couple accessories for this one.”

You look to Copia, intrigued. The tailor produces a hat box and removes the lid, handing Copia a very dashing black fedora with a white band. The Cardinal places it on his head, looking devastatingly handsome as he poses in the many mirrors. The tailor disappears for a moment and then reappears to hand Copia a black cane with a silver snake handle.

“What do you think, signorina?” the tailor asks, hands behind his back. Copia turns to you and with an evil grin, slides the length of the cane along his cock then rocks his hips against it. Your jaw loosens and your eyes glaze over.

“Amore, the tailor asked you a question?”

“Hard. I mean good! Good! It’s all very good, thank you for indulging me, signore. Beautiful work but I expected nothing less from the man that makes his cassocks. You know, the way the fascia cinches him in and the fabric falls over his as–assets. Uh…”

The tailor coughs, hiding a smile with his fist.

“Grazie, signorina. And grazie, Cardinale. I’ll work on making duplicates of these designs at once.”

Copia nods and steps off the platform to return to the dressing room. A beat passes when you get up and scuttle over to the tailor.

“Is there any way you can make the pants um. Tighter?”

“I heard that.”

—

His veins are on fire, thrumming as he makes his walk off the stage post-encore. The crowd loves him. They love him. The little rat bastard Cardinal makes the beautiful young creatures of the crowd scream and profess their adoration. He’s feeling elated, high as he passes by two roadies and works his way backstage when he hears a low whistle come from a corner near some tour crates. When he looks he double takes because surely he must be dreaming. Surely his eyes must be playing tricks on him as he sees his amore slowly emerge from behind a box wearing that little half-smile you sport when getting up to mischief. Before he even realizes he’s doing it he’s running over to you - damn his sore muscles in need of a long shower - and into your open arms.

“Surprised?” you ask as you throw your arms around his neck. 

Immediately he buries his nose into your loose hair and a shudder rips through him as he’s enveloped in your scent. His hands roam your back, sliding down further to cup your ass and pull you into him.

“Mmm insatiable as always,” you mutter into his shoulder, pulling away just enough to look him in the eyes. The adrenaline of the evening matched with the way you’re gazing at him makes his cock stir. Your lips twitch upwards and eyebrow arches.

“Amore,” he growls, grinding against your belly, “Come to my dressing room so we can–”

“What’s wrong with right here?” you ask innocently, gesturing to the empty nook stacked with gear boxes. “I came such a long way for you, I simply can’t waste another moment.”

When you begin to lower yourself to your knees, his head tips back in a groan. Cazzo, he missed this. When he reopens his eyes he spots something in the darkness further behind you - a slender form in black and a flash of a silver mask.

Dewdrop.

He should tell you, should grab you by the shoulders and scurry away with you somewhere more private but he thinks about that day months ago when you said you wanted to be watched. Copia’s head jerks in a nod in the ghoul’s direction and he sees his mouth fall open in a pant. You’re massaging the meat of his thighs in your perfect little hands when he looks down at you.

“You’re distracted,” you murmur, blinking up at him, “Guess you haven’t missed me much after all.”

“Dolcezza, no!” Copia breathes, gloved hand stroking your hair, “Come up here and I’ll show you exactly how much I missed you.”

“No, no,” you say airily, and for a horrible moment he thinks he’s seriously hurt your feelings but then you look up and give him a sinister little grin that makes him throb.

“Did they like it?” you ask, trailing your fingertips over his clothed cock.

“L-Like it?”

“The white suit,” you say patiently, dragging your fingernails down his thigh. “How did they look up at you tonight, my love? Were they hungry for you?” 

You lean in to place a chaste kiss to his bulge that almost makes his knees give out.

“Will they go home tonight and fuck themselves to the thought of you?”

When you drag the flat of your tongue across his balls and up his cock he whimpers pathetically.

“I-I don’t know.”

“Hmmm,” you ponder, thumb rubbing the head of him through his pants. There’s a sizable wet stain on them now from where he’s been leaking pre, “I was out there, you know. Watching. Saw the way you thrusted and fell to your knees and grinded on that cane. Saw the way they all panted for you. And you know what I was thinking the whole time, my love?”

He’s breathing heavy through his nose.

“No, a-amore.”

“I was thinking about how much I wanted to do this.”

You lean in and wetly latch onto his balls through the thin fabric and his hand flies to the back of your head. You’re giggling around him and the vibrations make him whimper.

“Fuck, amata mia, yes,” he groans, rocking his hips into your touch. Slowly you drag your tongue along his shaft and even through the material he knows you’re tracing the thick vein. When Copia tilts his head back in a moan, his half-lidded eyes fall on the ghoul in the shadows. Dew is still mostly obscured but even the darkness can’t hide the way his strong hand is sliding along the ridges of his hardened cock. His head is tilted downwards towards you - drinking in the way you look with your thighs splayed in that pretty sundress, your mouth suckling on the head of his Cardinal’s cock. Copia knows he won’t last much longer - not with how worked up he already was from the ritual and with their audience - and he looks down at you adoringly.

“Close, tesoro. Gonna–ah–gonna make me cum in my pants?”

Your lips pull off him for only a moment to give him a wide smile.

“Just like New Year’s Eve. Remember?” You place a hand on his bulge and begin stroking it. “The champagne burning in our veins? The way the curve of your cock felt nudging my clit through those red lace panties you like? How your fingers gripped me hard enough to bruise?”

“Si, si, I remember, I remember, amore,”

“You told me to make a mess of myself. I should have put those panties in your pocket but we already know how you like to steal them yourself, hmm?”

Copia makes a noise somewhere between a gasp and a whine as his cheeks are flooded with red and his hips buck into your touch.

“Dirty old man,” you say with a grin, “Can’t help yourself can you, Cardinal? On stage, in my bed, right now under my hand and mouth–”

He feels the pressure building in his spine as you rub him frantically through his pants.

“--while your ghoul watches us.”

The moan that comes out of him is loud and long, hips rutting against your hand as he cums in ropes and soaks the white fabric. You’re cooing praise at him from your spot on the floor as he takes shuddering breaths. When he looks up, Dewdrop is gone but there’s no mistaking what’s spattered on the floor where he stood. Did you plan this? How could he have known? How could you have known? How–

“Hey,” you say, placing a little kiss to the wet stain on his crotch, “Help me up?”

With a start he bends over and lifts you gently by the elbows until you’re standing and stretching. Overcome with adoration, he grabs you by the back of the head and slots his lips against yours. His ragazza bella. His mistress. His perfect mate.

“So,” you say once you finally manage to pull away from him, “Show me that dressing room?”

[momentsofamberclarity]

don't call me nonnie.

i know that not all proshipping is sexual, but it's still portraying pedophilia/incest positively

the bullet point lists were because i just wanted to separate each sentence into a different point because they were all sort off disconnected

the "they're just pixels" argument doesn't work because every single thing you see on a screen is a bunch of pixels if you zoom in, with that logic every image posted online is "just pixels", including actual csem

Fine, I won't call you that. But riddle me this, anon; why am I showing you more respect than you're showing me? Why have you told me to go fuck myself multiple times in place of having a discussion?

Here's the thing ... the only way you will find csem is if you go looking for it. You are not going to find csem on tumblr because it would break community guidelines. But fictional characters under the age of 18 do not count as csem and numerous child protection services have stated that those are just art.

Likewise, the only way you're gonna find fanfiction of 'kids being raped' as you keep putting it, is if you're trying to be a white knight and seek those writers out purposefully so that you can harass them like you're doing with me. Because most of the proshippers I know tag their stuff so that it can be found by the target audience and blacklisted by the people who don't want to see it.

And here's the thing about proshipping which I think is the biggest hurtle of the anti community. Proship doesn't mean 'I support active sexual predators hurting real living children'. 'Pedophile' as a term is meaningless at this point because everyone on the internet uses it to describe anyone they disagree with. You're better off using predator and paraphile. Predators are the dangerous people who don't give a shit about fiction because they have full-intent to harm others. But the majority of paraphiles? They're no-contact and/or fiction-only on their paraphilias, or they do consenting adult things with their consenting adult partners that are roleplaying with boundaries set in place for a reason.

I've been on the internet since before the term 'proship' even popped up. Back before that we called it Dead Dove, Don't Eat and Don't Like, Don't Look. 'Proship' as a term has the same meaning as those old ones, it's just shorthand. It means 'I support the rights of others to ship whatever they want in their own space regardless of whether or not I like or condone it because I don't know them and it does not involve me'. You don't like the content? You have a block button and you are encouraged to use it to curate your own online experience just like the artists and authors posting that content are.

The fact that you're still here means you're hearing some of what I'm saying and possibly having a hard time coming to terms with it. Believe me, I went through a period of morality crisis between my bpd and ocd telling me that fiction could affect reality and I thought that thinking bad things ( like intrusive thoughts ) made me a Bad Person. But thoughts are just thoughts.

So if you want to come off anon and actually have a conversation with me, I promise I'm not going to name-drop you. The purpose of this blog has only ever been about clearing up misconceptions about proshippers and paraphiles because I used to be uninformed about those topics myself until my partner and another super close friend explained them to me in a way that I could comprehend. And that is that thought crime doesn't exist. And fictional characters don't have autonomy and therefore cannot be abused by your thoughts, your art, your writing, etc.

But if we did away with fictional expression of paraphilias in a healthy artistic manner ( like KOSA is currently trying to do ), the world would be a more dangerous place for potential victims, because paraphiles and predators are always going to exist whether you choose to accept that or not. My own abusers never faced charges, only one of my partners' abusers is rotting in jail, and that is the reality of this fucked up world that we're living in. People with niche fetishes aren't monsters - most are even too embarrassed to talk about them. Active sexual predators online who hop into the DMs of minors to be creeps are a real world problem. And that has nothing to do with the proship community's philosophy of 'ship and let ship'.

[ca-suffit]

i'm sorry your blog has turned into a forum to discuss lestat's queerness lol ppl could at least try to keep it on topic, this blog is about racism. the point is that louis gets treated differently by fandom because ppl are centering white queerness, idk if this is the right space to try to qualify how that white queerness is presented, or if it's even worth it to try and determine if the way lestat is presented is queer enough. let's bring the conversation back to louis and claduia pls!! one anon said that the show does not try to set a line for what is or isn't queer enough and that's so true and such a fucking fantastic thing, but then most conversations about queerness (whether positive or negative) are about lestat or fucking santiago of all characters! and i'm already getting annoyed at the amount of posts i see about nicki. luckily i have somehow managed to curate my tumblr and twitter so i see stuff about louis and claudia too but content like that is hard to find

there's a new topic every day tbh so it's fine lol. I'm trying to clear my inbox today and there's like 6 diff topics. it p much always ties back to racism tho, no matter what it is, ppl just need help connecting the dots. I find it rly interesting watching the things ppl pick up from each anon and the topics ppl come to talk about here in the first place.

tbh all of these conversations have had me thinking about claudia and her queerness but I don't have full notes yet. I keep thinking of her interest in emily dickinson, someone who was isolated a lot in her life and also known thru her writing after death. I feel like claudia is talked about the least of all in these conversations and has the most to explore tbh?? she got to see queerness "growing up" but not exactly always in a healthy way or a way she'd relate to for various reasons. her line to louis in S2 "tell me what a woman is, I'll tell u what a woman is." she's influenced by both louis and lestat, succeeds where they fail, then is killed bcuz she's never allowed to be her own person outside of them anyway. and it's insane how everyone was literally saying "happy pride" cos lestat shouted down the homophobe when claudia and madeleine later died. the audience disconnect in some ppl jfc.

there's also been some talk of gabrielle and claudia meeting (in fan theories, not like it does happen or will happen). I think that's interesting to explore too bcuz gabrielle also has vaguely canon queer vibes at times but is also uncomfortable with what "woman" means, however ppl wanna interpret that. claudia has to create a version of "woman" for herself and defend it constantly. they're both trapped in their bodies in ways and I think a lot could be said in many ways surrounding queerness, gender, and privilege between an older white woman and a young black girl, especially from the same family. I don't think they'd rly get along but I do wonder what claudia would think about seeing a version of lestat as a woman instead. I also think putting lestat in a room with both of them would make him want to kill himself lol.

[nalyra-dreaming]

I will agree with the previous anon re: the lestat hate.

It's hard to watch because of the writing choices that have been made so far.

Iwtv is supposed to have lestat as cruel and vicious and callous but this was...something else.

The drop? Lestat bartering away claudia in the trial to keep louis safe? Lestat treating claudia the way he did?

These choices will not be revisited and they are hard to swallow.

They have painted lestat as this cruel white abuser and that label us hard to rub off.

They are all vampires who do cruel shit to each other is being used as a blank statement for things that maybe are meant to spark a reflection for both the character and the audience.

Santiago is also a cruel abuser we are not supposed to root for him for a reason.

This may be making no sense 😅 but I just think the have taken too many liberties with lestats character and changed significant aspects of the plot that were essential ( lestat being burned, being addled in the trial, being pushed off the tower), and with rolin saying he doesn't want to stay in the past and now we're leaving the memory aspect behind, I get the sense we won't be getting revisits to many important plot points.

The comment that we have seen 80% of lestat keeps me up at night tbh 🫠

So I get the difficulty the anon is expressing

Season 3 will make or break this character, I think. What are your thoughts?

I get you.

As I have said, I am not happy with all the choices either, I said it in my season 2 recap as well.

I think that I know why they did it all like that, and of course the social and societal commentary is indeed incredible and... biting.

The show itself is brilliant.

But the ... laissez-faire attitude with which they chose to implement some of it (and I am referring here to the "surprise" at the uproar after 1x05 and the general statements on the choices there) left festering wounds in this fandom.

And the way that the seasons are now released will only deepen it again, at least for a long while.

I... can only recommend to strictly curate your timeline.

It's been much better for my mental health, tbh.

The show did this intentionally, that is something that has to be accepted.

Some people are so fixed in their image they have of the characters now (ironically on an EDITED TALE) they will be unwilling to follow the show, narratively. That also has to be accepted.

We are going to get TVL now. In TVL, Lestat also does not revisit too much of IWTV. I think we will get exactly that... a short comment on it, and then more context on Paris and the trial.

I have made my peace with that, for the most part.

Tbh. I also, like them, likely, am ready to move on from the edited tale. It's been going in circles, for years. And what we saw was not the truth.

So, nonny, I can only recommend for you to also just "leave behind" those who are stuck on the tale they've been spoon-fed. *shrugs*

We are going to get TVL.

They are on it.

First time this has been adapted.

Let's focus on that. :)

[littlelesbianintern]

Gonna post this here quickly before tomorrow’s episode drops but the way the show handles “Nice Guys” is so interesting to me; take Mr Daniels for example. This is a ramble so be warned!!!!

Mr Daniels managed to curate this Nice Guy™ reputation; he’s popular with both students and colleagues. But it’s widely know he had some sort of relationship with (according to Twitter??) a 14 year old student. He’s clearly aware of the power he holds as he says to Olivia in episode 4 “You’re teenagers. You don’t have any rights or power”. This for me is one of the creepiest lines in the show considering the context of his relationship WITH OLIVIA. He’s openly admitting she has no power here, whereas we know he does because he’s white/male/wealthy (maybe?? He bought that nice house). and yet because of this Nice Guy™ façade he’s got he’s able to manipulate the narrative to the point where a 14 year old girl is being punished and he GETS TO KEEP HIS JOB because he’s a Nice Guy™ so who wouldn’t believe him?

But the show does it so well because we, the audience, are left feeling so angry that others haven’t spotted it and called it out.

The same also goes for Buddy. Obviously he’s not as bad as Mr Daniels (a whole predator) but he also benefits from his reputation as the “good guy” despite not doing much to deserve it. Everything that makes him a “good guy” is handed to him; the student presidential election, the position as star quarterback, the lead role as Romeo, etc because he’s white/male/wealthy. And this wouldn’t be as big as a problem as it is if only he would admit this/do something but he ACTIVELY CHOOSES not to despite numerous opportunities to do so:

he could have set the record straight about him and Jane/continued to date Jane despite rumours - he doesn’t

he could have chosen Susan over Jane to help him as student president considering Susan helped him with the election - he doesn’t.

He could have set the record straight immediately with the election results considering he knows he didn’t win - he doesn’t.

He even could have tried to stop the crowd turning on Wally (HIS FRIEND) during the football game considering he supposedly does worse and isn’t abused for it - but he doesn’t.

Buddy constantly chooses to do what suits him best. Even when he doesn’t actively choose to anything about a situation, his passiveness benefits him because his reputation remains clean. And when he’s called out on this he doesn’t change. Particularly in episode 5 when flips the narrative on Jane that she’s in the wrong for crashing a Halloween party 🚩 BIG RED FLAG 🚩.

Like I said he’s not as bad as Mr. Daniels because sometimes I think Buddy is genuinely clueless that maybe what he’s doing isn’t right because it’s what he (the ‘good guy’) has been doing his whole life so it must be right. But his PASSIVENESS IS HARMFUL.

It’s interesting though because his exit at the end of episode 6 definitely indicates something up with him and I wonder if maybe he’s coming to the realisation that he might not be as great as he’s always been told and the pressure is mounting up to meet these expectations. But both his and Mr. Daniels Nice Guy™ façade allows them to get away with a lot more than any other character in the show, whether consciously or not. To quote Hanna Flint in Strong Female Character (which I highly recommend): “they [Nice Guy™] are the type of men to be most worried about”.

Anyway jury’s still out on Buddy but I’m hopeful for some growth. Not for Mr. Daniels though; chuck him in a cell and throw away the key.

[hollowingearth]

Yesterday was Rebirth's Ultimania release day! And... it was a lot calmer than I expected lol? I've never been active in the FF7 fandom before even though I got into it ever since Remake dropped so seeing everyone acting like it would be doomsday and complete hell on earth made me worried. Maybe I just curated all my feeds a lot to avoid the sort of person who incites those fights? I hate having to do that though because I genuinely like seeing different opinions/interpretations than mine but so much of it comes across as straight up petty in this particular fandom.

Generally, I dislike the penchant this fandom has to rely on Word of God for literally any interpretation for whatever is presented to us. It's a bit insane, actually, because Death of the Author seems to not exist at all and usually, when that's the case, it's because you can see the Hand™ moving the pieces purposefully and not allowing the characters to grow into their own but here it's more like the audience simply won't let it die, even if it's corpse is begging them to. Square Enix, of course, is willingly profiting off of it (tho I wonder just how much the ultis sell lol) .

I think that's why the RE Trilogy seems to be so interested on a metatextual discussion. This time around the Ultimania didn't really reveal anything that interesting and/or surprising overall (other than Elena being 18!!! like HUH????? wdym she's only 2 years older than Yuffie please be serious) BUT it did make me a lot more hopeful for Aerith's ending in Pt. 3 than the game itself haha. I've seen some thoughts floating around about how faitful it will be and I genuinely think they must end it on a different note than the original.

You see, I don't even think the original had a bad ending? It's bittersweet, yes, but that's sort of the point? People die but life prevails, you must go on and leave your past behind. The compilation, though, just retconned that, from my understanding. Now humanity is gone in 500 years after the ending, Geostigma happens and our protagonists become suicidal after the events of the game. Cloud's parting words "I think I can meet her... there" are cast upon a new light and it's not a hopeful one. Though, I think most allarming is Lifestream White and Lifestream Black, where we see both Aerith and Sephiroth condemned to an eternity of loneliness fighting and avoiding each other in the lifestream.

[aquostrainer]

I haven't been on Tumblr in years. How do you do this shit again? Anyway, given the collapse of Twitter/X I heard a lotta people flocked back here. I'm not mad at it cuz Tumblr definitely raised me, for better or worse. Anyway, I mainly just wanted a place to post my art progress as I continue to grow my skills.

Quick introduction I guess: I am a 25-year-old Black and queer writer who has also been learning how to draw for about a year. I've discovered a passion for learning to realize all of the concepts in my head, and it's been a fun ride, albeit a little inconsistent. This blog is nothing serious for the moment, but I did want to at least try to curate some kind of audience? But more so just to share art and see others'. If anyone likes it, maybe follow and I'll be posting whenever I get around to it. I'm not totally sure how strict they still are abt NSFW stuff on, but either way I'm not drawing porn. My work will just sometimes be a little saucy and very gay, if that's your thing. That being said..

There was this art challenge on Twitter to redesign Sam Wilson's Captain America suit in the upcoming movie (which idgaf about tbh, everything surrounding that film is a mess), so I took a stab at it. All things considered, I wanted to do something very drastic with the look, so I thought why not eschew the colors of the American flag for those of the Black American Heritage flag?

With those colors in mind, I also wanted to incorporate some more overt aesthetics from Sam's Falcon costumes, particularly the slutiness that was lost with the tactical upgrade of his Cap suit in comics since, of course, everything in the MCU was always tactical.

And yeah, I couldn't help but still do a version with red, white and blue. I was curious how it'd look. Let me know what you think, whoever sees this. Lol

[boyfhee]

hii could you please give tips on how to find fonts for your fic banner + the the font you have in your tags and navigation page. i also want to know how to find aesthetic pictures like you find them. i also want to know what are the best times to post on tumblr, and i also want to know how do you over come writer's block and get ideas fpr your fics/headcanons. sorry if i am being a bother and sorry for asking too much. pls do ignore me if you dont have time. i am sorry

hello ^_^ please don't apologise for asking, i'm always ready to help if possible :]

— FONTS

for banners, i use canva and the fonts provided there. some of my favourites are abril fatface, bernoru, burgues script, charm, coterie, slight, more sugar, apricots. there are a bunch of free options so just hit and try to see which one suits your design the most

for tags and navigation, i use yaytexts. cursive one is the cursive script, paragraph of text on the pinned is in sans serif and title is in sans serif bold. you can scroll down the styles column to find these

— AESTHETIC PICTURES

i use pinterest and there is no way except searching and curating your feed. try to specify your searches as much as you can. some keywords are : white typography ( or any colour, ) [ brand ] aesthetic, [ colour ] gradient, acubi. try using visual search or reverse image search. you can download images from mood boards on tumblr too

— POST TIMING

you need to know your audience for this, as in their demographic distribution, when they are most active. for me, it's usually after 6 pm ist. to find yours, try posting at different times and see when you got the most notes in a specific period of time ( like an hour or two, or more maybe ) that is most likely when your readers are most active.

there isn't really a set way to find or maybe i don't know that yet, but another way to make sure your work reaches more audience is self reblogs. it simply means reblogging your work every few hours, preferably two or three ( you can schedule it ) to make sure it hits almost every timezone. the icymi tags are for this purpose only

— WRITER'S BLOCK

i get the worst writer's blocks and i literally force myself to write or else i will be posting once bimonthly TT what i recommend in writing whenever you get inspiration. it can be anywhere, you don't have to worry about grammar, vocabs or sentences, just jot down the ideas as soon as you get them.

another thing i do is read a lot. it helps me get back to writing, sometimes gives me inspiration. reading helps with vocabulary as well so that's double the benefit

— INSPIRATION

songs, movies, webtoons, prompts on tumblr or pinterest, books. you need to keep your brain juices flowing. try to think about how a single dialogue prompt can be used in fluff and angst works both, for example. sometimes, random scenarios come to me out of no where, but i think you will get there when you start writing / get in the flow of writing

alternatively, discussing with friends, other reads / writers, reading ( very important, i cannot stress enough ) can help you come up with ideas for fics. for headcanons, a thousand of them have been done you can literally start by picking one and doing your take on it.

[the1975attheirverybest]

A Theatrical Performance of An Intimate Moment

A/N: okay, so, this isn’t exactly fanfiction, lol. It’s simply me rambling on about my thoughts on atpoaim. I’ve been seduced by the series and I can’t help myself. I also just wanted to use it as a thinking exercise to reflect on where the band is at, what they’re currently doing artistically, etc. So, I totally understand if you decide to skip reading it. But I would love for this to be an opportunity for those who are interested to share their thoughts as well. It’s basically a bunch of questions I’m wondering about! So come talk to me about it if you’d like cuz I’m a nerd for this kind of thing!

Warnings: hella pretentious. I’m a PhD student in English Literature. Pretentious is my middle name.

The Title: the series title presents us with our first paradox. How can something intimate become theatrical, let alone a performance? Intimacy usually implies authenticity, genuineness, connection. Whereas theatricality is often associated with artifice and drama. The 1975 attempt to bring the two together, but is that even possible? Also, how is labeling this series as a “theatrical performance of an intimate moment,” change our perception of it? Like, is it different from watching a vlog? If Matty had announced this as a “behind the scenes document-series” or a “day in my life” we wouldn’t have the same level of distance and suspicion of what we are seeing on screen as we do now. What’s the purpose of creating that kind of experience for the audience?

The cinematography: the way that it’s filmed does two primary things for me: first, it emphasizes artificiality, I.e. constantly reminds us that this is a curated piece of media, edited in such a way that presents us with only PART of the truth (which, again, creates tension with this idea of ‘intimacy’). Through the black-and-white aesthetic that it’s referencing and using, through the humor, through the way that it’s cut and edited. So, what’s it saying to us? That Matty has to perform a certain version of himself to the cameras? If so, why do it at all? What is this series trying to accomplish?

The Performance: while I think that Matty is, here, building on the themes of BFIAFL, he seems to also be interested in exploring larger questions about art/ identity. We could see this as an extension of the mission of ATVB. His onstage persona shares some similar characteristics with the atpoaim series. He’s exaggerating, performing, pretending to be a version of himself to critique certain aspects of culture, consumption, our relationship with art and entertainment. It’s one thing to do so onstage as part of the gig because it offers us a “frame” to view the music/ concert experience. It’s another thing entirely to extend this into his personal life. What’s he saying about identity? That when get so used to performing a version of yourself to the world, it gets so stuck with you that you can’t quite shake it off even when you are alone? That he is constantly trying to mediate between his “real” self and a version of himself that he strives to be? And, of course, the age-old question: if he’s performing all the damn time, doesn’t that performance, at some point, BECOME the real him?

The Time Line: just a quick note that, in typical post-modernist fashion, the series is non-linear in terms of time. It seemed like the first episode was pre-SNL. And it dropped right before SNL so it made sense. Created this illusion of immediacy. We’re seeing things “in real time” if you will. BUT episode two was kind of vague. We see him watching SNL at on screen, so clearly it’s supposed to be AFTER, right? Except that mirror scene might suggest otherwise. He’s practicing “thinkin’ this through” so it might be that he’s preparing to do SNL? Or it could be a clip from episode 1’s mirror scene that is inserted into episode 2. Meaning, it actually happened BEFORE we got to see it. Of course, he’s picking up on the fan jokes that he said “finkin this frue” on SNL, so he’s reacting to something that happened AFTER. Also, as this anon has pointed out, it’s in the context of wiping the mirror, and perhaps suggesting that he’s perfecting an exterior version of himself/ working out flaws.

The Episodes: the first one seems to be primarily about establishing expectations with the audience while the second one is about undermining/ ruining those expectations. Ep 1 gives us the sense that we are getting a glimpse of what Matty is ‘really like’ behind the scenes as he goes about doing mundane things that we all do in life. We might not all be stopped on the street for selfies, but we all have to perform a certain version of ourselves for the world. Ep. 2 on the other hand, highlights the difference between performance and reality when Matty gets caught up in the celebrity status and does ridiculous things such as hide in a suitcase, etc. the definition of “taking the piss” lmao. Also, I couldn’t help but note the ending of episode 2 where Matty meets with an artist who does the same thing but to a ridiculous extent. They have that debate about “what’s more important? Art or people?” Matty seems to come down firmly on the side of people. Is this his ethos, so to speak? Is this a reaction to the way he’s publicly perceived and criticized? Is this him saying that art has limits? If so, what do these limits mean to him as an artist? And how does the fact that this conversation is, in itself, happening INSIDE a piece of art affect its meaning. Like, is that also a performance? Is the conversation about art also art? What’s he trying to say?

That’s all for now….LET ME KNOW WHAT YALL THINK, IF YOU HAVE ANY THOUGHTS ON ANY OF THIS / HOW YOU INTERPRET THE SERIES!!!

[another-heroine]

The Baroness as a Companion (Pathfinder Kingmaker)

Good gods, I've waited SO LONG for this moment.

The original idea was from @dragonologist-phd about the Commander of WOTR, but I saw some people adapting to Kingmaker and so did I.

IT'S LONG AND SELF INDULGENT, but I'm suffering with a brainrot, then here we go anyway. Not less important, the sidequest idea belongs to @smuglyankabrazilyanka I just change one thing or another.

And again, the art is by @sinizade I'M IN LOVE HOW IT TURNED OUT!

Name: Andrine Vanfell

Race: Half-elf

Class: Bard (Thundercaller)

Appearance: A young almond-skinned half-elf, with a long white hair, and golden eyes. She is probably the same age as Octavia. Her bard clothes are fuchsia and bluish green, and she wears a lot of jewelry.

Favored Weapon/Equipment: Rapier and Light Crossbow

Top Skills: Mobility, Trickery, Knowledge (Arcana and World), and Persuasion

Alignment: Chaotic Good

General Personality: Impulsive, reckless, spiteful, trustworthy, reliable, and cheerful.

What traits/values do they admire? Kindness, bravery, standing for the weak and helpless.

What traits/values do they disapprove of? Bloodlust, greed, betrayal, broken promises.

Are they affiliated with any deities? No, she is kinda atheist like Valerie.

What do they think of their role in the Stolen Lands, and of sharing the Barony’s responsibilities? What are their reasons for joining the Baron/Baroness’ party? She knows that everybody has their role to transform the wilderness into a civilized place. She was born in the Stolen Lands, knows the dangers better than she wished for. So Andrine decides to join the Ruler’s party because who is better than a Stolen Land’s person to guide and advise them?

Who are their friends among other party members? She gets along with everyone, although before Jaethal and Jubilost’s personal quests she is a bit sarcastic around them. Her besties are Linzi, Octavia, and Nok-Nok.

What about rivals? Not exactly a rival, but she’s tired of Regongar’s bullshit trying to convince her to sleep with him. Boy, she doesn’t like that fruit you have to offer!

Are they on any councils? If so, what sort of advice do they give? She can be a Curator if the Baron/Baroness asks. Andrine strongly believes that everybody can do art and deserves to have accessible knowledge.

Where do they hang out in the Capital? If she’s not at the Throne Room, Andrine certainly is at Elina’s tavern.

What are their idle animations? Tossing hair, adjusting her belt, looking around like she saw a butterfly.

If they are taken to Nyrissa’s house, what is their cutscene? Nyrissa shows her family caged and at the verge of death, begging to her to make a pact with the nymph.

Do they advise the Baron/Baroness to abandon or keep their crown? Depends on their relationship: if the ruler is good-aligned, Andrine will support them until the very end, defying Irovetti and anyone who stands between them and the crown. But if the ruler is evil-aligned, she will have doubts about that, being evasive towards the question.

How/when do they join the Baron/Baroness’ party? At Aldori mansion. She came there to find a new patron. If the future ruler answers Jamandi with chaotic and good replies, Andrine will join the party. Otherwise, she will appear after the defeat of the Stag Lord, at the coronation feast.

Describe their companion quest:

An Echo from Beyond

Either she joins the party at the beginning or after Stag Lord’s defeat, Andrine will tell you about her family when the barony is finally constructed. She will request an audience at the Throne Room, but asking to talk to you privately.

“Differently from Octavia, I know who were the elf and who were the human between my parents. Mother was a Varisian, human warlock, tied to an Eldest known as The Lady of the Lake, and my father was a wizard and noble from Kyonin. Their names are Elen and Fionn. And I suspect they are still alive.”

Her mother disappeared when she was a child, and her father followed the wife into oblivion. Andrine received a letter from an anonymous ‘friend’ who asked her to come to a village in the middle of a swamp (the same place where is the witch’s hut from the question ‘Lost Child’) because they have news about her family.

Going there, you meet Falchos and Tiressia. If Andrine is in the party, the dryad stops to argue with her lover and points to her.

“It’s you! Amanita told me to deliver you this message!”

In this moment, the Baron/Baroness finds out that Andrine was raised by three First World inhabitants in her birthplace while her parents were away; the gnome Amanita, and the dryads Orsolya and Juniper, who for some reason can’t come back to the Golarion for indeterminate time.

When the group returns to the Barony, Andrine talks to the ruler privately again and shows the old letter: it’s her father calligraphy telling her the truth about his surname—what was Kaellin and not Vanfell—, and that he was seeking for his wife with the help of a relative called Gladverion. Then you have the option to help her to locate this relative or not. If you help her, although the searching will be fruitless anyway, you will gain 1 loyal point.

“How are you feeling about this?”

“Well, I always thought that I could be a princess, but not like that. Though it’s useless either way; elves see half-elves like wrongful experiments. I’m not so different from an abomination for them. Then screw it. I just wanna find my parents.”

Tea with Problems

After the Season of the Bloom, there are rumors about fey rummaging through the Capital by daylight. Following the leads, the Baron/Baroness will enter Andrine's house and find out she’s having tea with a red-haired gnome. She is Amanita.

“So, is this your patron? What funny, I thought they were… taller. Anyway, Amanita Muscaropple, at your service, Your Grace! Join us!”

Amanita confessed she burgled some houses, but because she was looking for her ‘Little Bird’, Andrine. She didn’t want to bother the Baron/Baroness with their troubles—causing more problems in the way. Somehow the gnome escaped through a portal to Golarion, just to talk to her niece as soon as possible before returning.

“As I was telling her, Juniper and Orsolya are working on finding a way to rescue her parents. Did you know that not every Eldest hates Nyrissa, Your Grace? She and the Lady of the Lake are very close friends. And they believe that you, after the Eldest who cursed Nyrissa, is the First World’s enemy number one. I mean, number two, but yet dangerous. *Finishes her tea* Oh, it was nice. Thank you for receiving me, girl. But I have to return. I came to give you a gift. Hope it will be useful…”

Then Amanita gives Andrine a silver magic mirror. It can help to see invisibility and find ways hidden before mortal eyes. After she leaves, Andrine asks the Baron/Baroness if they are angry with her about the mess caused by Amanita. If they agree and argue with her, Andrine will ask for forgiveness and promise that it won’t happen again. If they do not, she thanks them for understanding. Here is the second chance of the three to conquer her loyalty.

“Your aunt is very… eccentric.”

“C’mon, I know you want to call her weirdo *chuckles*. But yes, she is unique. I was missing her. I would like to see my other aunts too, but I guess that I have to wait a little more.”

The Witch’s Daughter

After Irovetti’s defeat, a noble from Kyonin comes to the Capital and requests for an audience with the King/Queen. He is Gladverion, Fionn's uncle. He heard about Andrine thanks to Nortellara—if you let her live; otherwise, he will hear about her because of the cultural progress of the kingdom. Their first meeting is not very warm; Andrine is suspicious about him, especially after the elf affirmed that Fionn never came to Kyonin to they went down to the business.

Then he asks for a chance to prove he is on her side, “Meet me in Candlemere. There are many spots for portals. This can be our one and only chance to do something to rescue Fionnirel and your mother.”

When arriving there, a portal opens in the banks and Amanita appears. She will suggest entering the portal with her; Andrine’s family is on the other side. Here there are two options: if you go with Amanita, you won’t have help from Gladverion, and if you go with Andrine’s great uncle, will find her aunts there and have his help in the mission.

When landed at the Lady of the Lake’s realm, there is a battle roaring between the dryads and a water jabberwock.

There people can breathe and walk straight underwater. If Jubilost is present, he and Amanita will spite each other eagerly—they are old rivals. If Kalikke is present, anytime she will get distracted and you have to look for her.

In the Throne Room, Andrine is shocked; there is a shadow of the ruler of that realm. The Lady of the Lake isn’t as stunning as everybody told her before. The giant entity is bowed in front of a dry water-mirror. The fey reveals that she was drained by her ‘friend’, and Nyrissa took Andrine’s parents as soon as she knew the bard would come to them.

Looking into her eyes, the Eldest confesses,

“I tried to get rid of you, I won’t lie. I thought that if I took what you love most, you would die like a flower in the winter. But then… I was mistaken. I was so afraid of being ruined by a mortal and, in the end, I was stabbed by someone of my own kind.”

“But why? Why did you do this? Because I spoiled your ‘toy’? My mother was NEVER your property!”

“No, foolish girl. Beyond this. I can… I could take anyone to be my newest servant. I’m not jealous. I’ve had many of them around your world. But I saw you coming… in a dream…” Her face turns to the dry water-mirror. “You came to slay me, with your eyes on fire and face so similar to your mother. So confident and fierce. Guess we can’t fight against destiny, can we?”

Depending on the way you handled Andrine’s matters until now, she could do one of the two things: kill the Eldest by cold-blood, becoming Chaotic Neutral and teleporting herself to Nyrissa’s realm (you will find her when go there, been tested by the nymph); or she will forgive her mother’s patron, and the Lady will help the party to go exactly where her parents are, triggering a battle against some Nyrissa’s servants and rescuing Fionn and Elen.

Back to the Capital, Gladverion could be pleased or not with the expedition (depends if you took him there and Andrine didn’t vanish in thin air). Amanita will be there too and her mood also depends on her niece's presence and if Elen is safe and sound. If everybody is in the Throne Room, Gladverion will try to convince Fionnirel to come back home, but the man refuses and says, “They are my home.” Pointing to his daughter and wife. Andrine will do a counter-proposal and suggest that he stay for a while. The old elf thinks a bit and finally gives in.

“Your Highness, I would like to say ‘thank you’. I couldn’t succeed if it wasn’t for your help. Since we talked to the Lady, I was wondering about some things. She said that we can’t fight against destiny, but I have to disagree. We make our destiny. And mine was laid next to yours when you allowed me to serve you. Thank you. You are a dearest friend and I will follow you wherever you go.”

Are they romanceable? Describe their romance quest/scenes if you want!

Yes, she is, but only if the ruler is a woman. Look at here:

First opportunity: after finishing ‘An Echo from Beyond’. If you go to talk to her, there will be this line, “I don't believe your family abandoned you. You are a jewel. I could never.”

Andrine is stunned for a moment with your words and blinks surprised. Then she stands again on her feet and giggles, “Oh please, don't make me blush.” She smiles warmly, looking into your eyes. “Thanks for supporting me.”

Second and last opportunity: it could happen at a camp or at the gates of the Capital when you return from a mission. Andrine asks you if you want to go to a walk with her. If you accept, you both go to a clearing or to the viewer point.

“Did I tell you that I learn to play with one of my fey aunts? Aunt Juniper fell in love with a skald a long time ago, in the Land of the Linnorm Kings. But something happened and she had her heart broken. I don't know if he died or got wed to someone. She never talks about this. But because of him, she learned to play hurdy-gurdy and teached me too.” Andrine thinks for a moment, don't looking for anything for a while, until she gazes you and says, “Music is very important to me. It gave me peace in many times. And I like to sing about things I love or... people I respect.”

You could tell she is blushing again. Andrine tries to disguise, rubbing her nose and finally questioning, “Do you mind if I write a song about you?”

[If you show interest in any of these two scenarios, buckle your belts!]

The Confession: Right after the Season of the Bloom. Linzi comes to you and asks if you also noticed that Andrine is acting awkwardly lately. When you go to talk to her, she tries to deny and fails.

“What do you have on your mind?”

She can't look into your eyes. Andrine fiddles her fingers and bites her bottom lip nervously. Noticing that you won't leave, she sighs and murmurs, “Did you ever want something that you can't have? Because... I guess that's my problem right now.”

You wait patiently. It's ironic a bard tripping on her own words, but Andrine doesn't look shy. Actually, she is scared of something.

“You can tell me,” you insist.

She exhales like she was defeated. For the first time since you arrived, the girl look at you. “Ok, that's it. You asked for this.” Andrine inhales as to catch courage in the air and shoot, “I think I'm in love with you but it's pointless!”

“Why?”

“I don't know, you are beautiful, kind, brave, wise...”

“No, I mean why do you think it's pointless?”

Her eyes sparkles with surprise and astonishment. Andrine stutters, “Because... you have to marry someone to ensure your title, right? I'm just a bard... And can't give you heirs—”

[Here there will be the option to shut her up with a kiss lol]

The first morning after:

“Umm where am I? Did I die? Or am I drunk? You are so beautiful, this should be a dream... You know, I don't want to play with you, I hate this kind of games. When I say that I adore you it's entirely true. And if you don't believe it yet, fight me! *chuckles*”

The wedding proposal: After ‘The Witch's Daughter’ (if she didn't vanish chasing Nyrissa). Fionn wants to talk to you about your intentions with his daughter. If you show that you really want to stay with her, he gives you an engagement ring. Then you have to plan how to ask her hand. Linzi and Elina can help you. They organize a romantic dinner and set the bait the same way you all did to Ekun.

“So, Kyonin Wine, tasty delicacies... What are we celebrating?” She stops confused and whispers worried, “Did I forget your birthday?”

After you denied with a giggle, you kneel down and finally proposes. Andrine don't have idea what to do. She shakes her hands excitedly. “I... Me... You... US! Of course I do! Oh, I love you so much, but... what about the suitors? For the kingdom?”

Then you have two options of answer:

1 - We do our own destiny as our rules. And I choose you to rule with me.

2 - To the Abyss all of them!

[the third is totally a CE saying "it was a joking!"]

Before the fight against the Lantern King:

“I won't lie, I'm scared. For your. For the kingdom. Even for the world. But if you will be right there, leading the battle, I can't help but follow you. You are my muse and my northern star, and I love you so much that it hurts. Never forget it, okay?”

What would their ending slides be like?

No Bard Like You (Good Ending): After all mishaps and sorrow, Andrine finally could give a true smile. Her family was reunited after many years. Of course it was not in a blink of an eye that they engaged themself perfectly. Her mother lived a kind of grieve’s phase because she lost the opportunity to see her little girl become a woman, and her father felt like a fool for being deceived by fey. But in the end, with love, music and patience, they all lived happily ever after. And it got better years later, after Galt left our lands, because Elen announced she was carrying a child. From afar everybody can see how excited our bard is about having a little sister or brother. She is still working to improve the kingdom and sometimes someone caught her slipping into some lady’s room. Sometimes she borrows me without the King/Queen notices and takes me to the tavern. Like the good old times.

No Bard Like You 2.0 (if you complete her romance route): They say that good things come to those who endure. I guess Andrine could say it's true; her family is with her again, and she can protect them along her beloved wife. Be a princess consort isn't easy, but she doesn't mind. She and the Queen goes to many adventures together, protecting the kingdom from any kind of invasion. She even played at Varn's wedding! And when she has the opportunity, Andrine carries me with her. Soon her little brother—or sister—will born. Maybe there is a candidate to the sucession of the throne.

Come Back Home (Neutral Ending): We don’t know where Andrine has gone. Her parents are bitter with the lack of news and her aunts are looking for her tirelessly. I imagined she was really pissed off with the King/Queen, but not at all! I hope she is fine. Some people relate dreams about a fey queen underwater, singing sadly in an empty hall. If I still have a body, certainly it could give me chills!

Nobody’s Fool (Bad Ending): I can’t even imagine how it’s lost all hope. That’s what happened to Andrine. She couldn’t bear the King/Queen’s methods and flew away. Without family or any trust in the kingdom, she wanders in the frontiers, singing bitter songs. Thank gods she still has Amanita and her other aunts trying to keep her away from troubles, but I’m afraid it won’t take long until the Little Bird sings her last song. After all, what is a bard if he loses the grip on life?

Any other fun facts?

If you don’t romance her or Octavia, there is a chance of them becoming a couple, and in Octavia’s epilogue Linzi will tell that they went together to Numeria to free the slaves.

If you take her to ‘Reveal my Destiny’, before Nortellara says her farewells, she will look at her and comment that she knows who Andrine is, because she has her father’s eyes. Then she will discover Jaethal’s daughter was fiancée of Fionnirel before he fell in love with Elen and broke the engagement.

If you take her to ‘Rushlight Tournament’, she will flirt with Annamede.

If she becomes Chaotic Neutral and sees Linzi dying, she could attack the Horned Hunter immediately—and friendly-firing everybody with thunder.

Also, she never forgives Nyrissa, first for her parents, and then for Linzi.

Provide some dialogue/bark examples!

Selecting her: “Follow my lead!”, “Want help?”, “Yes? Me?”

Spotting danger: “Be careful, we are not alone”, “Wait, I heard something”, “Look! Bad guys ahead!”

Spotting traps/locks: “Hey, I saw something there!”, “Hold on, there is something ahead”, “Um, my little eyes saw something interesting”

Trickery (success): “Easy peasy!”, “Something else?” “Hah, I was smarter than you [to the lock]!”

Trickery (failed): “Dumb lock!”, “Um, maybe I need a little hand here”, “Damn it!”

Random comments: “*spotting some fluff animal* Aww, what a cutie!”, “Beware the stairs. I can see in the darkness, but not everybody here can”, “A fey enters in the tavern, the owner barks ‘We don’t serve fey here!’ and she replies, ‘Perfect, I prefer raw humans’”.

Winning: “To the victor go the spoils!”, “You should have run!”, “Shall we dance?”

Losing: “I can’t bear anymore…”, “Mother, I’m sorry…”, “No, not yet!”

Ruler Anniversary: “Well, well, guess who is getting more crunchy today? Happy birthday, [name]. I’m glad to be by your side. And you didn’t kick me out for my babbles! I will always be flattered by this.”

Been rescued in Nyrissa’s house (good ending): “For a moment I thought it was true, but then I remembered that you were there to help me and saved all my loved ones. I could go into the Abyss with you, despite my trembling legs. Lead on, Your Highness. Let’s kick some fey butts!”

Been rescued in Nyrissa’s house (bad ending): “You know what? Forget about me! You treated me like I was a buffoon. You gave zero fucks about my feelings and objectives. Why should I stay? No, I had enough. Deal with Nyrissa as you please, but I’m not taking part in this.”

Provide some examples of companion banters!

Amiri

“Hey Amiri, are you ok? You look grumpy today.”

“Why, of course I’m ok. Why should I not? >:[”

•

“So, you and Nilak…”

“I already told you, we are just friends. Save your tongue if it’s that important to you.”

Ekundayo

“I’m really sorry for your family, Ekun. I lost mine too…”

“Only those who suffered that kind of loss know how deep the hurt is. Thank you, my friend. I’m sorry for you equally.”

•

“Andrine, do you know why your artist colleagues at the tavern always smile at me when I go there?”

“*chuckles* My dearest ranger friend… What can I say? We love a good slowburn and can’t help it.”

Harrim

“Harrim, why are you so obsessed with death? You are still alive! Look how beautiful the sky is tonight! Breath, enjoy!”

“Oh, Andrine, if only you could understand how meaningless all of this… But indeed, it’s a beautiful sky.”

•

“I don’t know if I should admire or disapprove your persistence, Andrine; you lost so much and yet endured.”

“Well, I’m still alive. My parents should be anywhere as long as we know. If I stop to fight, then I’m dead and sending my greetings to Groetus.”

Jaethal

“I don’t understand; you have had the possibility to live for a long, long time, feeling all the emotions possible, but choose the undead path. Why?”

“Well, as you just said, half-blood; you would never understand.”

•

“Who could say you would become a Pharasmite?”

“And who could say the reason for my daughter’s broken engagement is the same person who is helping to save the world from a maniac fey? Everybody can be impressive in some way.”

Jubilost

“Damn, a bedbug bit me!”

“Oh no, now he will start to complain about his allies bedbugs, calling them simpleton and beginning to lecture!”

•

“Now I understand why you don’t like me, Andrine; it’s Amanita’s fault!”

“For your information, before I connected the dots, I just thought you were very annoying per se. And to be honest, I never imagined aunt Amanita could be so right about someone.”

“Kaessi”

“My, my, why are you so beautiful? You could make success in Qadira.”

“Thanks. Ask my parents about the recipe… *laughs nervously*”

•

“*Kalikke humming a folk song from Qadira*”

“Hey, can you teach me the lyrics later? I like it!”

Linzi

“So, what's it like at the Academy? I tried to join, but I was rejected.”

“Oh, you were blessed. There is a major concentration of Irovetti’s licker-boots by square meter. But I’m not gonna lie, it could be nice if you were my classmate.”

•

“*Linzi humming a merry song*”

“Hey, I know this song! How about we play a little bit before rest?”

Nok-Nok

“Theres dog inside box. Nok-Nok scared.”

“*giggles* No, Nok-Nok, there isn’t. This is the sound of hurdy-gurdy when I spin this—Wait, come back here, it’s ok!”

•

“Nok-Nok small. Not sure if can be hero anymore.”

“Height doesn’t matter, you know. Your heart is as big as your ambitions. Have faith in yourself! Because I have.”

Octavia

“You didn’t deserve what happened to you, Octavia. You are so kind. If that’s any consolation, I can lend my parents to you... when we find them *sighs*”

“Oh, don’t worry. Now I have you all. Especially you. Maybe your parents could be my future parents-in-law… *laughing* I’m joking! *stops* Unless…”

•

“Um, Andrine, by chance have you found something mine in your room?”

“Umm, maybe. How do you want me to give it back? *wink wink*”

Regongar

“What a waste…”

“If you are talking about me, Regongar, listen to my advice: go fuck yourself.”

•

“Regongar, why don't you understand? I like women! If I was attracted to boys, I would probably marry my childhood friend!”

“Err, sorry, I just spotted something on your hair. Nevermind.”

Valerie

“Valerie, tell me; aren’t you tired of following rules all the whole time?”

“A true warrior needs to have a sharp sword and a sharpest mind. Discipline must be over everything.”

•

“I left the noble life behind to live my dream. I guess that I’m not the best person to give advice about being blue-blooded.”

“I know. And that’s why I want your help: I wanna know how to tell my dearest Kyonin relatives to go fuck themselves in a politely way.”

Tristian

“I’d like to have your patience, Tristian.”

“Thanks. But sometimes I wish to go to the woods and scream like you do.”

•

“Then you are an angel… literally. How is it to have wings?”

“If only I could describe… Maybe ‘freedom’ is the right word, but being a celestial being is beyond mortal comprehension. Unfortunately. *sighs sadly*”

[gravehags]

the one who comes (richly endowed) - the natalie edit

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x f!OC (Curator!OC)

Rating: EXPLICIT, MDNI

Tags: rough sex, cum eating, copia in that goddamn white suit, oral (m receiving, through pants), semi public sex, ghoul voyeurism, masturbation, natalie being evil

Words: 3,460

Summary: A series of sartorial events.

a/n: i am sucking him off through that white suit in spirit, always. know that.

~~~

“The eh, Ministry tailor wants to go over some of the tour outfits tomorrow afternoon. Care to join me?”

Natalie yawns wide enough to pop her jaw and snuggles into the side of her lover, fingers raking through his abundant chest hair. He’s got a book propped up on his belly and his reading glasses perched on his long nose as he pauses every few moments to notate something in the margins or underline. 

“Yes please,” she says, leaning forward to place a kiss to each of the entwined 6s tattooed on his freckled pectoral. The action makes him chuckle, eyes briefly leaving the page to flick to her.

“You promise not to get too jealous?” he asks innocently, turning the page, “I mean these are the outfits my adoring fans will be seeing me perform in while you’re stuck here at the abbey. Who knows what kind of mischief I could get up to?”

Natalie snorts and sharply pinches his nipple, causing him to let out a ridiculously rat-like squeak.

“You’re not the only one who could get up to mischief,” she coos, “When the Cardinal’s away, the curator will play, hmm? I bet Terzo isn’t busy these days…”

Copia lets out a growl and removes his glasses, tossing them carelessly on the nightstand along with his book.

“What did you say?”

She’s trying so hard to bite back the evil grin that threatens to spread across her face as she leans away from her lover to flop onto her back and stare at the bed canopy above her.

“I think it’s only fair that I be allowed to seek out some ah…diversion in your absence. Particularly when you’re going to have your adoring fans crawling all over you. Tell me, which of the Papas is best at eating pus–”

She doesn’t get to finish the sentence because Copia has rolled on top of her and situated himself between her legs.

“Natalia,” he leans in to growl in her ear, making a delightful shiver run up her spine, “Do not toy with me. Do not make me keep you tied to my tour bus bed with your face in the pillow and your ass in the air to use as I please every night, eh?”

Natalie giggles warmly.

“I don’t know, sounds kind of ideal to me,” she purrs, “To be so deliciously, divinely stuffed with your cum over and over after every show. What is it the siblings call me? ‘The Cardinal’s mistress’? And what is it the ghouls call me? Ah yes, ‘the Cardinal’s mate.’ Would you mate with me in that tour bus, amore? Loud and feral, for all your ghouls to hear? I think they’d like to wat–ah!”

Flinging back the covers and sitting on his haunches, he grabs her and roughly flips her over. 

“Piccola provocazione mia,” he sighs, rucking her nightgown over her hips and bending her knees, “If you wanted my cock so badly tonight–” he says, and she hears him yank down his sleep pants behind her, “--all you had to do was ask.”

Natalie giggles into the pillow as he drags the head of his cock through her slick folds.

“Much more fun this–ah!--way! Fuck, Copia!”

He’s bottomed out inside her before she can even finish her sentence and places a firm hand between her shoulder blades as he begins to roughly fuck her. She turns her head to the side to get some air and so he can hear every noise that comes out of her mouth.

“You–ah–want it like this? Bent over and spread open for anyone to watch? To listen? Tesoro, we should recruit you for–hngh–sex rituals. Who knew a sweet girl like you liked–ah–an audience?”

The snap of his hips against hers is ruthless and the sound of his balls slapping against her with each thrust drives another moan from her mouth.

“Fuck, Copia, right there! Feels so good baby, l-love it when you u-use me, ah!”

His hand on her back presses her further into the mattress, causing her to arch her spine even more sharply. The new angle has stars exploding across her vision.

“Sei mio,” he grunts, his grip on her hip bruising, “And until the m-moment I leave for t-tour I’ll–ah–gladly remind you, s-si?”

“Yours, yours, yours,” Natalie chants, pushing back onto his cock to meet his thrusts, “Mmm fuck, Copia, make me yours!”

His fingers abandon her hip to reach around and slide through her folds, moaning at how wet she is. When he brushes against her clit, she lets out a sharp whine.

“Copia, please! Don’t stop, don’t stop, oh fuck!”

Her cunt spasms around him and she cries out as he brings her over the edge, his name on her lips. 

“Ragazza brava mia,” he moans, “My perfect girl, so sweet for me. Cazzo, I’m gonna cum, amore. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

When he pulls out of her, she mewls at the loss but cranes her head as far back as she can to watch him feverishly stroke his cock.

“Come on baby,” she pants even though her neck is killing her. “Cum on me. Mark me up.”

The sight of his fist rocketing along his reddened cock, slick with her juices has her grinding into the mattress, desperate for another release. When he cums with a shout, covering her lower back in spurts of his seed her body sags into the bed. She can hear his rapid breaths as he wrings out every last drop onto her and finally lets go to survey his handiwork. He drags his forefinger through the mess and Natalie turns her head, opening her mouth obediently. When the warm digit meets her tongue, the salt of him on her taste buds, she closes her mouth around it and sucks eagerly.

“What a deviant I have made of a sweet little virgin,” he marvels and she slides off his finger to swallow with a smile.

“Think I was a deviant even when I was a virgin,” she murmurs, “You just encouraged it. But some of the fantasies I had…”

“Oh?”

“Get me a rag to clean this up then I’ll tell you all about them, my love.”

He does as he’s told, wiping up his seed and rejoining her in bed so they can assume their earlier positions. Natalie makes a bet with herself about how many times the two of them are going to hunger for one another that night.

As always, both of them exceed her expectations.

–

“What do you think about this? Amore?”

“Hmm?” Natalie looks up from the binderful of sketches she’s been browsing while her beloved and the tailor conversed in rapid Italian, “Think about what?”

Copia stands on a round platform surrounded by mirrors. The tailor leans up against the door and gestures to the Cardinal.

“It’s a good suit, no?”

She smiles. Of course it’s a good suit. It’s the suit Copia was wearing the night of their first date. The night where the two of them grinded on each other and made an absolute mess of those trousers. Those lovely, snug trousers and the curve of–

“Amore?” Copia asks, and Natalie sees his mustache twitch in amusement.

“It’s great! I love it, did you um…change the material of the pants? From the original suit I mean.”

“Si, si,” the tailor nods, “the Cardinal requires pants with more stretch to allow for vigorous movement on stage.”

Mmm vigorous movement.

“So he’ll be wearing either of his cassocks and uh…this black suit?”

Once again the tailor nods.

“I also have made prototypes in two other colors. Would you like to see those?”

He’s asking Copia too but Natalie interjects to answer for him.

“Yes, please.”

“They’re in garment bags in the dressing room, Cardinal.”

The Cardinal gives the tailor a tight smile before turning to her and giving her a look. She smiles and shrugs. Better him than her, and the way he fucked her last night, she almost collapsed on the floor this morning when she got out of bed while he chuckled, the bastard. He deserves a little torture. A few more minutes pass and he comes out and does a little pose. He looks resplendent in a cardinal red version of the suit and she knows she’s grinning like an idiot when he steps onto the platform, preening.

“Oh the red is good, signore,” Natalie tells the tailor, who smiles pleasantly at her. “I think I like it even better than the black. What do you think, my love?”

Copia’s preoccupied with making stupid little muscle man poses in the mirror and she has to stuff her fist in her mouth to muffle her guffaw.

“Huh-wha…what was that, amore?”

“I said, how do you feel about the red?”

“Oh eh, si. Very nice. Vibrant. Is that all?”

“There is one more suit in the dressing room, Cardinale,” the tailor gently reminds him and Copia turns to give Natalie a deep bow before retreating to his cubicle. She hears him disrobe and hang up the red suit followed by unzipping the last garment bag. There’s a shuffle of fabric and Copia makes an odd sound.

“I…I, eh don’t think I’ll come out for this one.”

She looks to the tailor nonplussed, who looks to her, equally perplexed.

“Isn’t it just the same suit in a different color, hon?”

“Si, it’s just that it’s eh…” he makes one of his noises, “It’s…ah fuck it.”

When he opens the door and peeks his head out Natalie smiles encouragingly. That smile slowly drops as he slides out of the dressing room to stand on the platform, replaced with something more awestruck and hungry. True to the tailor’s word, it is the same suit, however this one is in snow white. He looks incredibly elegant but that’s not what occupies her mind - what occupies her mind is the hefty and defined curve of his cock and balls in those sinfully tight white pants.

“Well, what do you think?”

She lets out a lewd gurgle and now it’s the tailor’s turn to muffle his laughter.

“Exactly. I don’t think I’ll be going with this one, signore.”

The string of filth going through Natalie’s mind is interrupted by his words.

“What?! No!” she splutters, flapping her hands. “No, this one absolutely stays.” 

“Amore,” Copia stage whispers, “You can see my whole dick.”

“Yeah, and balls,” she loudly whispers back, “Which is exactly why you’re keeping it.”

“Sarto, will you eh, excuse me and the signorina for a moment per favore?”

The tailor silently nods with an amused expression and steps out of the room, snapping the door shut behind him.

“Natalia, I am supposed to be on stage in this outfit. I’m supposed to sing while wearing this. You want me to look like a…a Chippendale at these rituals?”

Natalie coughs to hide her laughter.

“Beloved, may I be frank with you?”

“Please.”

“People come to these rituals to be tempted, right? To dip their toe into what the Ministry has to offer? Copia I am being so honest with you right now when I say that this–” she gestures to what’s on display at the juncture of his thighs, “--in combination with the music? Baby, you’ll be beating new recruits off with a stick. Might as well have a sign-up booth outside the venue. If I were some wide-eyed, easily influenced young person and I walked into one of your rituals to hear you sing about being the one who comes richly endowed and coming into the daughters of men and whatnot? My love, I would swear myself to Satan for one corn chip if you asked.”

Copia nods slowly, considering.

“You…have a point, dolcezza. Kind of makes me wish I hadn’t met you until I became head of the Ghost project so I could see you front row at a ritual…oh the things I would do to you.”

“And you still can,” she murmurs, setting the sketch binder aside, “Keep this outfit and I promise you I’ll visit you backstage at one of your shows. I’ll surprise you.”

“Done,” he says, slapping his thigh. A soft knock sounds through the room and the tailor opens the door.

“Everything good?” he asks, eyes flicking between the two of them.

“Molto bene, signore,” she says, “He’s keeping the outfit.”

“Ah, good, good,” the tailor smiles, clapping his hands together, “I was hoping you’d say that because I have a couple accessories for this one.”

Natalie looks to Copia, intrigued. The tailor produces a hat box and removes the lid, handing Copia a very dashing black fedora with a white band. The Cardinal places it on his head, looking devastatingly handsome as he poses in the many mirrors. The tailor disappears for a moment and then reappears to hand Copia a black cane with a silver snake handle.

“What do you think, signorina?” the tailor asks, hands behind his back. Copia turns to her and with an evil grin, slides the length of the cane along his cock then rocks his hips against it. Her jaw loosens and her eyes glaze over.

“Amore, the tailor asked you a question?”

“Hard. I mean good! Good! It’s all very good, thank you for indulging me, signore. Beautiful work but I expected nothing less from the man that makes his cassocks. You know, the way the fascia cinches him in and the fabric falls over his as–assets. Uh…”

The tailor coughs, hiding a smile with his fist.

“Grazie, signorina. And grazie, Cardinale. I’ll work on making duplicates of these designs at once.”

Copia nods and steps off the platform to return to the dressing room. A beat passes when Natalie gets up and scuttles over to the tailor.

“Is there any way you can make the pants um. Tighter?”

“I heard that.”

—

His veins are on fire, thrumming as he makes his walk off the stage post-encore. The crowd loves him. They love him. The little rat bastard Cardinal makes the beautiful young creatures of the crowd scream and profess their adoration. He’s feeling elated, high as he passes by two roadies and works his way backstage when he hears a low whistle come from a corner near some tour crates. When he looks he double takes because surely he must be dreaming. Surely his eyes must be playing tricks on him as he sees his amore slowly emerge from behind a box wearing that little half-smile she sports when getting up to mischief. Before he even realizes he’s doing it he’s running over to her - damn his sore muscles in need of a long shower - and into her open arms.

“Surprised?” Natalie asks as she throws her arms around his neck. 

Immediately he buries his nose into her loose dark hair and a shudder rips through him as he’s enveloped in her scent. His hands roam her back, sliding down further to cup her ass and pull her into him.

“Mmm insatiable as always,” she mutters into his shoulder, pulling away just enough to look him in the eyes. The adrenaline of the evening matched with the way she’s gazing at him makes his cock stir. Her lips twitch upwards and eyebrow arches.

“Amore,” he growls, grinding against her belly, “Come to my dressing room so we can–”

“What’s wrong with right here?” she asks innocently, gesturing to the empty nook stacked with gear boxes. “I came such a long way for you, I simply can’t waste another moment.”

When she begins to lower herself to her knees, his head tips back in a groan. Cazzo, he missed this. When he reopens his eyes he spots something in the darkness further behind her - a slender form in black and a flash of a silver mask.

Dewdrop.

He should tell her, should grab her by the shoulders and scurry away with her somewhere more private but he thinks about that day months ago when Natalie said she wanted to be watched. Copia’s head jerks in a nod in the ghoul’s direction and he sees Dewdrop’s mouth fall open in a pant. Natalie’s massaging the meat of his thighs in her perfect little hands when he looks down at her.

“You’re distracted,” she murmurs, blinking up at him, “Guess you haven’t missed me much after all.”

“Dolcezza, no!” Copia breathes, gloved hand stroking her hair, “Come up here and I’ll show you exactly how much I missed you.”

“No, no,” she says airily, and for a horrible moment he thinks he’s seriously hurt her feelings but then she looks up and gives him a sinister little grin that makes him throb.

“Did they like it?” she asks, trailing her fingertips over his clothed cock.

“L-Like it?”

“The white suit,” she says patiently, dragging her fingernails down his thigh. “How did they look up at you tonight, my love? Were they hungry for you?” 

She leans in to place a chaste kiss to his bulge that almost makes his knees give out.

“Will they go home tonight and fuck themselves to the thought of you?”

When she drags the flat of her tongue across his balls and up his cock he whimpers pathetically.

“I-I don’t know.”

“Hmmm,” she ponders, thumb rubbing the head of him through his pants. There’s a sizable wet stain on them now from where he’s been leaking pre, “I was out there, you know. Watching. Saw the way you thrusted and fell to your knees and grinded on that cane. Saw the way they all panted for you. And you know what I was thinking the whole time, my love?”

He’s breathing heavily through his nose.

“No, a-amore.”

“I was thinking about how much I wanted to do this.”

Natalie leans in and wetly latches onto his balls through the thin fabric and his hand flies to the back of her head. She’s giggling around him and the vibrations make him whimper.

“Fuck, Natalia, yes,” he groans, rocking his hips into her touch. Slowly she drags her tongue along his shaft and even through the material he knows she’s tracing the thick vein. When Copia tilts his head back in a moan, his half-lidded eyes fall on the ghoul in the shadows. Dew is still mostly obscured but even the darkness can’t hide the way his strong hand is sliding along the ridges of his hardened cock. His head is tilted downwards towards Natalie - drinking in the way she looks with her thighs splayed in that pretty sundress, her mouth suckling on the head of his Cardinal’s cock. Copia knows he won’t last much longer - not with how worked up he already was from the ritual and with their audience - and he looks down at her adoringly.

“Close, tesoro. Gonna–ah–gonna make me cum in my pants?”

Her lips pull off him for only a moment to give him a wide smile.

“Just like New Year’s Eve. Remember?” She places a hand on his bulge and begins stroking it. “The champagne burning in our veins? The way the curve of your cock felt nudging my clit through those red lace panties you like? How your fingers gripped me hard enough to bruise?”

“Si, si, I remember, I remember, amore,”

“You told me to make a mess of myself. I should have put those panties in your pocket but we already know how you like to steal them yourself, hmm?”

Copia makes a noise somewhere between a gasp and a whine as his cheeks are flooded with red and his hips buck into her touch.

“Dirty old man,” she says with a grin, “Can’t help yourself can you, Cardinal? On stage, in my bed, right now under my hand and mouth,–”

He feels the pressure building in his spine as she rubs him frantically through his pants.

“--while your ghoul watches us.”

The moan that comes out of him is loud and long, hips rutting against her hand as he cums in ropes and soaks the white fabric. She’s cooing praise at him from her spot on the floor as he takes shuddering breaths. When he looks up, Dewdrop is gone but there’s no mistaking what’s spattered on the floor where he stood. Did she plan this? How could he have known? How could she have known? How–

“Hey,” Natalie says, placing a little kiss to the wet stain on his crotch, “Help me up?”

With a start he bends over and lifts her gently by the elbows until she’s standing and stretching. Overcome with adoration, he grabs her by the back of the head and slots his lips against hers. His ragazza bella. His mistress. His perfect mate.

“So,” she says once she finally manages to pull away from him, “Show me that dressing room?”

[gaykarstaagforever]

YouTube Music (yes, still, shut up), does curated "themed" playlists, for holidays and seasons and, sigh, "vibes," and such. And I made the mistake of trying to listen to one.

I should have taken it as a clear warning that it's called "A Pumpkin Spice State of Mind". Because regardless of your personal lingering embarrassing 2010s-era feelings on that clove-rich flavor complex, I know exactly how YouTube's drones are using those words. This is music what their computers have tol' them that 33 year old white women from Maryland who can pull off leggings like. Like, like a whole buttload.

Which isn't a bad thing. It's just a plainly pandering thing, to a specific audience. That offers a "vibe" that has as much to do with any supposed autumnal aesthetic as rainbow packaging on Mac 'n' Cheese has to do with Pride Month.

Obviously, they expect anyone who is intrigued by a "Pumpkin Spice" music playlist in the first place to be of a certain type. And as I am a gay with expansive musical tastes, there was a good 40% chance this would work for me. But it does not.

...I don't even know who most of these artists are. This is mostly all distinctly "hiker pop," a brilliant term I devised to describe a certain type of vague, airy folk pop that is only not acoustic singer-songwriter music because it isn't that good. This is literally the music white people who upload videos about hiking put in those videos, because trees = guitar, I guess? It is what you get when rich kids who went to art college record music that is very intentionally them pretending they are untrained world-weary bards with stories to tell. I.e., lots of head-singing and mumbling. Like if Mumford & Sons did a bunch of tramadol.

...Like if Mumford & Sons did a bunch MORE tramadol.

I realize "fall-feeling" is subjective, and, apparently, highly gendered. At least amongst members of the white race. But that said...I don't know what we're doing, here. This is like youth pastor ukulele music, minus the Blonde Jesus invisibly massaging his back. It starts off with an Aly & AJ track that is good, that I like. But then it's Happie? Meg Smith? Hollow Coves? Overcoats? Is this a playlist or is this MAD LIBS, amirite?

I literally do not know what any of this is. And I know why. Because this fizzy whatever is as mid as mid can get.

At some point Taylor Swift shows up, because this is a playlist for middle class white women so that was inevitable. Fortunately it is "invisible string," one of the good Taylor Swift songs. But then "Never Be Alone" by Shawn Mendes immediately shows up to remind me why I don't need to be here.

Look. I don't hate any of these people, or any of this music. They are all doing their thing, and everyone is entitled to do that, and people can like it. But this is the most dentists' office, Walmart recruitment video, megachurch foyer, Disney Adults playlist I have ever seen. And I simply can't get over how desperate it all is to pretend it is anything more than that. And, again, WHAT DOES ANY OF THIS HAVE TO DO WITH CHANGING LEAF COLORS, OR A NOTABLE CHILL IN THE AIR?

This is all intensely personal. But when I think of Fall, I think this:

Anxious German bagpipe music, played in dank mossy groves, by people wearing horrifying costumes of burlap and hay, thanking the Wheat Goddess for a bountiful harvest by burning a bushel of apples, and maybe the militant virgin Evangelical the Government sent to infiltrate their cult.

You know. Autumn shit.

...That's probably just me. I look awful in leggings.

[itsswimmingtragedycollection]

okay but that bitch matt rife being treated as some dumb fuck who alienated his fan base and ruined his career has to stop because thats like the opposite of what happened

if you look through his old jokes they were ALWAYS bigoted and offensive and i am willing to bet the only mistake he actually made was ending up in front of a majorly female audience in the first place but he used that to it's maximum

and I'm also willing to bet that's an unforseen side effect of his alleged glow up

he was a scrawny unremarkable little man who wanted to be liked by the boys™️ so he got big muscles and a sharp jaw because that's what they like but he soon realised that's something straight white girls like as well and they are *the* demographic that will not give a shit if your jokes are at their expense. they were probably patting themselves on the back for being so open minded and able to laugh at their own misery

and what he also realised is that he can use his handsome squidface to draw even more women in and he was right

that's why his tiktok blowup was so carefully curated to exclude the bigoted jokes and played so heavily on his sex appeal and flirting with the audience

and even though that was working there's tons of interviews of him whining about men ignoring him when he's making jokes primarily for them and how they end up enjoying his shows when their girlfriends drag them there

because yeah the girls will give you fame and exposure but if it's nasty man you want you have to switch it up because when that demographic sees women like something they immediately assume it's stupid and avoid it

and as soon as he got the big break he used it to shout loud and clear that he's just as misogynistic as the next guy

and it worked.

he got exactly what he wanted and none of it was accidental or stupid.

it was so on purpose that the first thing he did afterwards was get interviewed by jordan peterson who is the big daddy of nasty men even mothers struggle to love

and yet the bulk of hot takes are like 'he ruined his career what a fool he didn't know what he was doing he's doomed' etc.

no he didn't. if anything his career is now solidified because if there's anything right wingers like it's a man women hate. you're the only fool here because you let an ass use you and ditch you just as quick all because you thought he was hot and suspended any critical thinking.

his rise and fame is literally on you so instead of deciding he's done despite reality proving you wrong look inwards and see what you find

[orlissa]

So a considerable amount of academic essays (humanities, I have to add) have gone through my hands by now, and with the thesis admission deadline having finally come and gone, let me just quickly draw up three issues that I see coming a lot--and I mean a lot--of times, so if you have writing academic essays in your future (or just, you know, writing stuff, making an argument, etc.), you know what to look out for.

#1 The Outrage For some reasons, many, many students seem to think that the recipe for a good essay is to be mad about something, and proving that a certain thing is just terrible. I’ve seen so many essays arguing that Disney is shit, Barbie is shit, chick flicks are shit... The list goes on. There are actually two issues about this: one, if your stance is “something is terrible,” you might lose nuance, because things are rarely black or white; two, if you focus on the bad, you run the risk of not noticing the good (or the neutral). Like, it’s an actual issue in feminist film criticism (or at least it was a couple of years ago, I don’t know how much things have changed) that people are so focused on how women are sexualized and exploited on screen that there is hardly any research on how men are represented.

#2 The Gusher This is kinda the opposite of The Outrage. Many students will choose a topic they don’t actually care/excited about, simply because it’s a “worthy” topic (e.g. something they are expected to write about), like gun control, immigration, etc., which will inevitably lead to proper, but lackluster stuff. Then you have the students who will just chose something they love--but instead of doing an in-depth analysis, they’ll just end up gushing about that thing. Like a very recent (somewhat hyperbolic) example: student decides to write about the female characters in Harry Potter. Essay ends up being about how cool and awesome those characters are, without a hint of actualy academic approach. You should choose a topic you are interested in, but if you choose something you love, make sure you are able to take a step back and make an objective analysis.

#3 The Intellectual Bias This is the one that goes not only for academic essays, but, like, all areas of life. There is no nice way to put it: the average person, like Joe on the street, is dumber than you would expect. Especially people who generally move in intellectual circles (me too!) tend to vastly overestimate other people’s average intelligence. Once I had a whole class confused over who the hell watches the clearly anti-intellectual daytime talk shows that routinely makes its guests appear stupid? Why don’t those people find the show offensive? ...Because they don’t realize it’s dumb or offensive. I just translated a text for a museum exhibition, where one segment had a very big, very rooted-in-Latin word in the very first segment (which could have easily been substituted with a very simple word). I told the curator--my long time friend, an extremely intelligent person whom I love dearly--that they should rephrase that sentence, because they will lose the audience in an instant. She was shocked, because that word was in her active vocabulary, and she just assumed that it was the same way for other people as well. As for academic essay, I cannot even tell you how many times I had to comment on a paper that “you know what you mean, I know what you mean, your audience might not know what you mean.” You can’t bring in a new term without explaining it. You can’t talk about a book, a movie, a series simply assuming that everybody knows what you are talking about. Explanations, summaries, definitions are your friends, don’t forget it.

[browngonzo888]

Small rant about fandom

So seeing a lot of “I miss my quiet fandom” from the Spiderman 2099 fans. Like yeah I geddit, got a lot of Gen A kids with their TikTok’s and their annoying Ciara track edits an such with a version of Miguel they don’t recognize. And also arguments about race and skintone.

think that’s bad?

Mortal Kombat fandom…. FULL of racism. Sexism. Homophobia. Transphobia. Deathwishes. Netherrealm Studios retconning the characters to hell because they handed the script to a guy who’s NEVER had any experience with video games (when it comes to ick, P Daniels got nothing on Dominic Cianciolo) Redesigns not able to decide who they wanna pander to. A lot of this crap because they were trying to stay relevant to an old crowd from the 90s as well as cater to a newer crowd, but there was a severe clash because the old crowd knew a simpler arcade game while the newer fans wanted FGC level BS. MK11 was the biggest fandom nightmare. Seriously atsv is MILD, and seems to try to go in the right direction by being rich with additional culturally specific art and design. MK did something like that but then also did some weird crap with it and not everyone was happy and I still haven’t exactly pinpointed just what that was! They literally changed up a skin because it was Confederate-inspired.

A mess! I got into the shittiest arguments. Never wanna go back to that ever again as long as a live, no matter how good or ambivalent my intentions are.

So I kinda left it alone

Anyway. Before atsv I went back to Psychonauts. Played it as a teen, then part 2 came out in my 30s. Of course they did small things that catered to new players. Some of the stuff the newer fans do are not always easy to relate to or understand (like the Miguel tiktok edits), but I really don’t mind it at all. I reached out to them in my own way by liking and reblogging their work and they checked me back in kind and some I chat with on a regular basis. What I’m tryna say here is that there’s always gonna be old fans and new fans. Depending on the way creators handle their audience can heavily effect the way their fandom gets along. NRS dropped the molten hot ball by being a hostile network that occasionally even fought with their own fans. Doublefine Studios is hella-casual and their fandom turned out that way too.

In real time I’m sorta watching where Sony is going with this fandom. They seem to be diverse-conscious yet also trying to ignore Miguel’s origin comic shamefully? Idk i think it fits him anyway, no matter what he looks like. Oof and I’ve seen the whole “why he white” rhetoric in Miguel fanart over at Pinterest and gosh I don’t know if I can spare to care anymore because you couldn’t swing a controller without running into that with MK art, when clearly a LOAD of their characters were default Caucasian-looking in the 90s. It’s a reoccurring design that has plenty of room to make changes with imo, but it’s tiresome to gatekeep.

I think if people are just a bit patient with the newer fans and not start a war, things will be fine and the Spiderman 2099 fandom will go back to being peaceful. I’m a newer fan. I don’t like the weird edits. I purchased the first two issues of the 90s comic to fully understand Miguel’s origin, the very comic with the cover that atsv used in his intro. It’s nice to collect something else other than DC Lobo. I think if you feel creeped out, pressured, or even downright angry at new fans, just ignore them. Ignore me. It’s possible to curate your own experience online. Except Twitter. Fuck that place in the A, I hate it. I’d join a hateocracy against the destruction of Twitter if I could. And if you a new fan, idk just have fun and don’t be mean to the old fans because they the reason 2099 came back around despite his story getting shelved several times.

Anyway, ramble over. I wanted to get a lot of that off my mind.