#but i DO see what Jorge was trying to do and why he went this route

[fluffypotatey]

i understand that the whole “Odysseus torturing the fuck out of Poseidon at the end of the Vengeance Saga” might put some people out because of all the factors of “Poseidon is a god and cannot die” and “this will just piss him off further in reality” and “Odysseus is a mortal he shouldn’t be able to do that!”

however,

have you considered the catharsis of the act? like i know in the original legend, the catharsis is when Ody slays all the suitors, but in the context of this musical, Ody’s action makes sense for the storyline Jorge gave for these two

like we were always going to get a reprise because of how the melodies in Ruthlessness foreshadow it (as well as other songs that inform us that Poseidon is still a threat) and the god’s taunting at Ody. not to mention the whole build up of Odysseus finally turning off his heart

like we all knew that by this point Odysseus would no longer be the same man from the beginning. this action (torturing a god) is a blatant choice, showcasing the transformation from Man to the Monster that arrives onto Ithaca’s shores

but sure i understand why this choice might put some people off, but also remember that by the end of the legend, Athena ensures that no one is allowed to harm Odysseus

[a-bottle-of-tyelenol]

I love reading Eurylochus analysis but I don’t see people mentioning the beginning of Puppeteer all that often.

Eurylochus starts that song by immediately trying to tell Odysseus about what he did. Immediately. I know we like to characterize Eurylochus as cowardly (mostly because that’s how Jorge describes him and how he’s described in the Odyssey), but I think it says a lot that Eurylochus didn’t try to hide or pretend as if this hadn’t been his fault. He didn’t wait for Odysseus to confront him about it or try to avoid taking responsibility. It’s rather brave imo that he tried to say something and only didn’t because his captain ordered him not to.

I think a lot about the timeline of EPIC and how entering the lair of Scylla likely wasn’t that long after Puppeteer. Odysseus says they’ve been away from home for “about twelve years or so” and then there’s the obvious discrepancy of Odysseus telling Circe the same thing— explained away by it being a simple mistake on Jorge’s end. If we go by the likelihood that it hadn’t yet been twelve years when they met Circe and that Ody was lying, there’s a rough two-ish year period before Eurylochus actually tells the truth.

To some, this might be indicative of his cowardice, a show that he wouldn’t actually tell the truth and would prefer to hide away his greatest mistake for as long as he can manage.

I disagree. I think this could indicate a couple other things, though; namely that this is proof Eurylochus changed his perspective and decided to listen to Odysseus. Mutiny could only happen because Eurylochus realized his mistake in not believing Odysseus not just once, with the windbag, but twice when Odysseus went to save their men on Circe’s island. Three strikes, you’re out and Eurylochus is not that kind of man— side note: it isn’t hypocritical to change your viewpoint and then criticize someone for adopting your old one btw, it’s just how people function.

Different Beast does imply this a bit, but I think the fact that Eurylochus waited so long to tell Odysseus about the windbag is much more blatant. After all, Odysseus told him to wait, and he did. To me, it seems like Eurylochus read between the lines of Ody’s order (go make sure the island is secure, there’s only so much left we can endure) and took it to mean “wait to tell me when things have settled and we aren’t on the brink of dying”.

Which leads to the second implication, why did Eurylochus choose this moment? Obviously, he didn’t know the nature of Scylla or the danger that they were in, but what about this moment in particular left Eurylochus feeling secure enough to tell Odysseus? Well, the obvious answer is the ruthlessness Odysseus showed in Different Beast showing that they’ve reached that point of power and being able to defend themselves even from monsters that have slain so many sailors.

But another option could be the idea that Scylla was their “last stop” before going home. It’s a bit unclear if this remains true in EPIC, but in the Odyssey, Scylla and Charybdis are right next to each other and the trick is that you have to pick your poison— do you want to die to the whirlpool monster or the six-headed one? What is clear in EPIC is that Ithaca is just past Charybdis, meaning that Scylla, in theory, could’ve been their final stop before reaching Ithaca had Mutiny not happened. There is a very real possibility that they might not have gone to the first island they found if Odysseus hadn’t been knocked unconscious. They still might have just because they were hungry, but it can be difficult to tell which is fate and which is the result of man’s actions.

Either way, I think that a lot of people tend to gloss over the fact that it’s very apparent Eurylochus was going to tell Odysseus what happened as soon as he could and only didn’t because Odysseus told him to wait. It’s a very interesting aspect of his character to me and I think it reveals a lot in terms of his character motivations and how it contrasts to Odysseus’ perception of him throughout the show.

[pastorfutureletthembe]

Unpopular opinion probably, but everyone is set on vidding and animating this song in Lu Guang's POV.

And it's very popular:

X X X X X

But to me, Penelope's part would be Cheng Xiaoshi's pov, actually.

I mean, I get why the lyrics echo Lu Guang's feelings. Oh, I do. But also, Odysseus is the one who went through decades of longing and pain and loneliness and betrayal, with only reason to keep living the hope to see his (dead) wife once more. He left worlds and pieces of himself behind.

He isn't the same man. Cheng Xiaoshi... Is. He'll always be who he is because Lu Guang is the only one with a future, but the only future he accepts is his past life with his best friend.

He would go through billions of repeats if there is one chance of growing old with the man he loves.

Odysseus' theme is "Just A Man". And it is and will forever be my favorite song of all Epic the Musical.

Going through the Yingdu Chapter through Lu Guang's prism feels familiar and foreign. We know who Lu Guang is but not who he was. We have no idea what he went through.

An other unpopular trope in this fandom is that all these repeats somehow made Lu Guang lose his humanity, his compassion and his morals. He would become more and more selfish, blinded with his wish, making difficult choices and leaving people behind. Qiao Ling. With a godlike power, he would still be profoundly human. Doing whatever it takes to save Cheng Xiaoshi. Going back to the start to live in peace with Qiao Ling and Cheng Xiaoshi, unable to move on.

Why doesn't he say anything to Cheng Xiaoshi? Why does it try so hard to follow the script? Who is he protecting in the end? I would actually love to see Lu Guang do something unforgivable in order to save Cheng Xiaoshi.

In another meta, I mentioned Cheng Xiaoshi would be kind of pissed at Lu Guang for his hypocrisy. But no matter how pissed he would be, he would move mountains to help him come back from the dive back in time. Cheng Xiaoshi would never allow Lu Guang to sacrifice himself or his own happiness for him. He wouldn't let him erase himself from reality, from their story.

I do think Future Cheng Xiaoshi is diving in Yingdu, at the very beginning, because he won't let Lu Guang go. He keeps holding his hand. Again and again and again and he pulls him in right before Lu Guang gives up and gets sucked into self-sacrifice.

And I cannot wait for the reveal.

People asked me before what I thought would be Cheng Xiaoshi's reaction to learning the truth. I still don't know how to answer that, to be honest. Actually, I don't think it is relevant. I don't think Lu Guang would admit what happened, what is happening. Cheng Xiaoshi would realize what kind of horrors his best friend went through only when there would be no going back...

And after that?

He would get him back.

This part is exactly what I imagine the end of Link Click to be:

And whatever was said and done, who cares if billions of versions of their stories have been written? The core of them is the same.

Also. Penelope's game of asking her husband to move an unmovable bed just to prove a point is soooo Cheng Xiaoshi.

Anyway.

I hope someone will make an edit with the reverse possibility.

[protagaster]

Hello, all! My hyper-fixation and maladaptive daydreaming scenarios are currently centering around the fantastic EPIC! the Musical, created by the amazing Jorge Rivera-Herrans!

However, because I have a female main character bias, I tend to imagine the songs as if they were sung by my current best girl: Penelope.

Thankfully, two artists went ahead and drew this into reality: @vioofc and @too-much-flynnolium. Inspired by their works of perfection, I have gone and wrote the first of many vignettes based around this Warrior Penelope AU!

There is also a version on Ao3, if you prefer that platform over Tumblr!

EDIT (10/7):

Hello all! I'm in the process of heavily editing this AU in order to have it:

A) Make more sense

B) Fit the timeline better

You'll notice some changes here and there in the story! Some of the content was cut, but don't worry! I'm gonna add it into a fic of its own in the future, so look out for that! ;)

(Credit to @w3ndytheraccoon for an excellent idea of theirs I included in this AU! You'll see it towards the end!)

A King with no Queen (EPIC! Swap AU)

Odysseus is trying to cope with many things. 

His failure forced his beloved Penelope to fight the Trojan war in his stead, leaving behind all she ever knew and what she thought herself to be. In turn, the King was left to run his kingdom and raise their daughter all by himself. 

This is how things have been for the past 12 years. And now, to make things even harder, the first of his suitors have made themselves at home in his palace…

~

Odysseus is a rare kind of man. 

In fact, it was not uncommon for the King of Ithaca to be compared to a single drachma coin. There seemed to be two completely opposing sides driving him:

On one end, Odysseus was the alluring, cunning, quick-witted man that achieved many impressive feats throughout his life. 

He was deemed ready and crowned King of Ithaca at the young age of 13, despite his father being very much alive. He passed her challenge and was gifted the guidance of the Goddess of Wisdom herself, something he very much boasted to all who would listen.

He even fell in love with a Princess of Sparta!

And, despite the warnings of those closest to him, she too fell in love and accepted his hand, regardless of how small and lacking his humble Ithaca was compared to the grandiose and luxurious Spartan kingdom. 

Yes, despite being relatively smaller and having considerably less strength when compared to his fellow Greek man, Odysseus was a warrior with an arguably more valuable and sought after prowess: a warrior of the mind. 

So why, even with these innate talents and gifts of intellect, was it not enough to keep him from harm during that first year of war? 

Why was it not enough to keep her, the only person whose life he desired more than his own, to have to pay for his hubris? 

That was where the other side of Odysseus’ drachma came into view, a side of despair. A side of longing. A side that waited… 

~

“Your Majesty…”

Eurylochus waited for a moment, staring at the king from the double-doors of his bedchamber balcony. 

… 

Nothing. 

“Odysseus…” Eurylochus tried again, if not for a response then hoping for at least some form of acknowledgment.

… 

Still nothing. 

Eurylochus was unsure of what to do. 

It was far too early for his liking; the sun was still in the oceans’ embrace, the sky a dark indigo with only a few streams of orange light penetrating its serenity. 

The day was only just beginning. Any other morning Eurylochus would most likely still be asleep, albeit prepared to wake once the early light illuminated his dark and lonely bedroom. 

However, this day was not like any other. 

And so, with great reluctance for more than one reason, Eurylochus woke early to fetch his king. One of his best friends. His brother. 

And this made him nervous. 

Not to wake the other, mind, as Odysseus always woke within the first instances of Helios’ light. 

No, Eurylochus was nervous because of what the day represented. 

And so, in an act that could have been either futile avoidance, petty rebellion, or a sad mix of both, Eurylochus allowed his brother to have this one moment of disassociation. 

Meanwhile, on the other end of the balcony, Odysseus continued to sit peacefully in his kline. He had chosen not to respond to the call of his name, despite knowing the urgency behind Eurylochus’ visit. 

Instead, Odysseus chose to stay true to his personal morning ritual: sitting in silence with morning’s first light.

He had honored this custom for more than a decade; he did not want today to be the one time he disturbed his routine, nor did he want to leave the comfort the balcony’s kline brought him. 

Every morning he sat in silence, waiting. Every morning he sat in his designated seat, the left side of the kline, soothed by what it represented. 

After all, it was Penelope’s very first contribution when brought to her new home. 

Odysseus remembered when the young couple had picked out the kline upon their first week of engagement, with Penelope first to declare that the right side belonged to her. Odysseus remembered laughing, saying that it made sense "considering she is always right". 

The kline was placed on the left side, on the farthest corner of their bedroom balcony. In this place the loveseat had a perfect view, with Ithaca’s beaches on one side and the villages of the common folk on the other. Penelope always loved this spot, for if she wanted she could see the sky kiss the ocean and embrace the beaches from above, or the hustle and bustle of her people, satisfied and content with their lives, down below. 

At first Odysseus did not understand why Penelope would subject herself to wake so early in the morning simply to gaze upon the rising sun. Now, only after she had been forcefully sent away, did he understand how something as simple as the day’s first light could bring an instance of happiness to an otherwise age of despair. 

And thus led to his daily ritual, one he has promised never interrupted no matter what.  

Every sunrise for the past 12 years, starting from the moment he woke, the King of Ithaca would spend a few minutes staring at the various views outside his bedroom balcony; it was never too long, but the minutes always lingered with a heavy sense of despair and longing.

...

How long has it been, Odysseus couldn’t help but wonder, since he last saw his wife lounging in their kline. When was the last time she beckoned him to join her with a wave of her delicate hand, appreciating the open air whilst the kingdom was in a state of silent calm and peace. 

Too long, Odysseus concluded to himself. 

“Ody…” 

Odysseus flinched, knowing the other only called him by that name when all other options failed. 

Finally turning to acknowledge his visitor, Odysseus saw Eurylochus leaning against the door frame. His best friend, his brother, was watching him with a sad look in his eyes. 

“It’s been 3 years,” Eurylochus' voice was sad, betraying the attempt of stoicism in his eyes. “They aren’t coming back-”

“You don’t know that.” Odysseus yelled out sternly. Unfortunately, he immediately regretted it when he saw Eurylochus let out a heavy sigh with his shoulders slumping in unison.  

“Eury… I-I’m sorry-” 

“It’s okay, Ody,” Eurylochus said with a smile that was not at all genuine. “I know.” 

Odysseus wanted to kick himself. After all, he and Eurylochus were stuck in the same horrible situation. 

Both men waited, longing for someone that was no longer by their side. Both men woke alone inside their isolated, dark, empty bedchambers, at one point naively unaware of how large a bed could be until that fateful day 12 years ago. 

Both men waited, longing for the return of their wives: Queen Penelope of Ithaca and her best friend and second in command, Princess Ctimene.  

It had been 13 years since the Trojan war officially began, a petty debate between the Gods leading to Helen’s abduction. Menelaus and Agamemnon drafted Helen’s suitors to help in her rescue, using Odysseus’ proposed oath to defend her husband against those who would dare to challenge him. 

Odysseus had tried to avoid this draft through various means, but each attempt ended unsuccessfully. He was required to fight in this war, forced to take with him only the best of his Ithacan warriors. He remembered his tearful goodbyes to Penelope and Telemachas, filled to the brim with sorrow at having to leave his beautiful wife and newly-born daughter. 

From then on, since he first set foot on Trojan soil and every subsequent battle thereafter, Odysseus would pray to the Gods to find a way to end his term in the war. Anything to return back to Ithaca as quickly as possible. 

The Gods were quick to grant his wish. 

That first year of war no one could have expected things to turn out as they did. 

The men had secretly infiltrated the Palace of Troy using various spies, successfully sneaking Helen out and tucking her aboard the first ship back to Greece. Unfortunately, the Trojans were quick to discover her disappearance. 

The Trojans took their revenge the next night. The Greek army, beyond ecstatic that their primary goal had been achieved, went to sleep that night with their bellies filled with meat and cups poured with more wine than water. 

None of them noticed the dead quiet of the nature surrounding them. 

The Trojans, with their own spies implanted in the Greek army, had found their hidden camps. Before the men of Greece realized it, they were too late. They were struck without mercy, the etiquettes of war no longer a priority.  

The Greeks, despite their night of festivities, put up one hell of a fight. The battle took hours, lasting from the darkness of night up until the early crack of dawn. 

The Trojans quickly retreated once early light hit. However, the damage was done.

In the struggle Menelaus and his closest brothers-in-arms were taken prisoner, held as a form of ransom. Odysseus was the only one in Menelaus' circle to avoid this capture, for Eurylochus and the rest of his Ithacan crew refused to allow the Trojans the glory of kidnapping their king whilst under their watch.

Though there were few deaths, the Greek men were maimed and damaged beyond repair. 

The lucky ones had escaped the confrontation with more scars and wounds littering their bodies, though they were the ones likely to return to combat after a short time of recovery. The unlucky ones, the majority of the men, had been struck deep in the flesh. Their injuries sustained left no meager scars or wounds, but permanent physical hindrances to their limbs and muscles. 

Odysseus was speared in his left shoulder. Though the gash had closed and relatively faded 12 years later, he could no longer maneuver his arm as easily as before. Without his weekly massages and leather brace, which he wore only when surrounded by those he trusted, he couldn’t even wield his bow as effortlessly as he once did. 

Eurylochus was sliced in his left eye, leaving him permanently blind from that view. He had also been struck in his leg, though it was not as severe as his previous injury and had already come to a full recovery.

Regardless, the state of the current Greek army was too grave to ignore. 

A few handfuls of the men, those deemed fit and well enough to continue combat, were left behind to hold down the front lines. The rest, consisting of practically their entire army, were sent back home to recover and sustain what little dignity they still had. 

Though he had been permanently damaged, Odysseus couldn’t help but see a small silver lining. Even if it wasn’t how he expected, the Gods had granted his wish. Now, he was able to stay by Penelope’s side and raise their daughter together. 

If only he had known then what he knew now. 

Even though the men could no longer partake in battle, Greece still needed an army. And of course, for the sake of their own petty interests, this is when the Gods intervened. 

Almost immediately after he had returned home, the God of War himself stood before them with his signature spear in hand. However, he was not there to speak with the King. 

He was there to make a demand of the Queen. 

Ares ordered his student, Penelope, and her unofficial sisters-in-arms, women trained in combat with the blessings of the God of War and Goddess of the Hunt, to fight in the war against Troy on his behalf. All of this was to “make up” with Hera, after first siding with the Trojans on Aphrodite’s request. 

Odysseus remembered how he pleaded, begging to return to the battlefield in his wife’s place. Pride and flesh be damned! 

Odysseus knew what Penelope’s life would look like in Troy, having experienced it himself for the past year. Even if she had sufficient knowledge in the art of combat, trained by her life as a Spartan and student of Ares, she was still a traditional woman who enjoyed traditional womanly activities. Fighting and killing in the name of the Gods as a woman had never been heard of before that point! 

And then there was Telemachas, their beautiful baby girl who was only a single year old. What would her life look like, growing up without her mother to guide her through the trials of womanhood? 

Unfortunately no amount of begging and pleading, nor the King’s friendship with Athena, could spare his wife of her mentor’s decree; neither could it spare the many other women trained in the art of defense. 

Within the next two month a portion of Ithaca’s women, those of age and combat experience, boarded the ships to war. 

The next 12 years consisted of a mixed flurry of emotions. 

Of those 12 years it took 9 before the war came to an end. Helen, once nothing more than a damsel in distress, proved her strength to everyone with her contribution to the war. After rescuing Menelaus and the other captive men, the royalty of Troy were killed off to the last drop of blood. Rumors circulated within the Greek world that Penelope had a great hand to play in their victory, but the specificities were never clarified. 

Eurylochus, along with the people of Ithaca, recalled the look of pure joy in their King’s eyes when the messenger gave them the news. Many thought their King’s happiness was due to his wife’s battle prowess being praised by all who could speak, but those closest to Odysseus knew the truth.

Odysseus was ecstatic that his wife was finally coming home. 

Penelope would once again be inside his arms! Her warmth, her voice, her scent, they all would no longer be reduced to a distant memory. The people of Ithaca would once again have their Queen, and Telemachas could finally meet and learn from the mother she had heard so many wonderful stories about. 

That’s how things should have been by now. And yet, 3 years after the war’s end, the wives and daughters of Ithaca had still not returned. 

Many held out hope in the beginning, thinking that the womens’ delay was only a momentary setback. They believed it would not be much longer, that the women would return any day now. 

However, days turned into months. And those months quickly became years. 

With their hope dying alongside their wives and now presumed to now be widowers, the husbands and fathers of Ithaca reacted in very different ways. Many remarried, desperate to once again have their homes filled with the comfort of a wife and care of a mother. The rest could not bear the thought of remarriage, taking up vows of celibacy in honor of their fallen wives and praying to the Gods that their love alone would be good enough for their children. 

The one thing they all had in common: they had lost hope of their wives ever returning to Ithaca. 

This was where Odysseus differed from them all. 

His people, Eurylochus, and now even Polites had tried telling him how likely it was that Penelope perished at sea. They reminded him that as the King of Ithaca it was his duty to find a new Queen. The kingdom needed a female role model alongside the male, to help him rule and lead their kingdom to prosperity. This was the standard procedure for royalty in Greece.

But Odysseus was never one to follow the standard procedure. 

“Some of our… visitors… are making themselves at home in the throne room.” Eurylochus finally broke the silence once again, reminding Odysseus of the very thing he was trying to disassociate from. “They’re asking when you’ll go to see them.” 

Odysseus couldn’t mask his frustration. 

3 years. That’s all those selfish dogs had given him to “mourn” for the love of his life, for the mother Telemachas never had the chance to know. 

And now that the 3 years were up, they expected him to move on just like that. 

“Already?” Odysseus commented as he rose from his left seat, almost feeling impressed with the desperation of his so-called guests. “Helios hasn’t even finished placing the sun in its morning spot.”

“C’mon, you and I know human nature better than anyone.” Eurylochus scoffed, having to turn his head to get a proper view of the palace yards beginning to pack with various women and their guards. “Who would ever resist the chance to obtain more power?” 

Odysseus let out a scoff of his own as he walked back inside his bedchamber, practically identical to Eurylochus’. Though his expression was quick to change into one of concern. 

“What of Telemachas!? Is she-” 

“She’s still sleeping. I went to check on her before coming to get you.” Eurylochus answered calmly to Odysseus’ growing anxiety. “I knew you’d ask, so I figured I’d get it out of the way.”

Odysseus let out a sigh of relief. Eurylochus was one of the very few people he trusted with the keys to his palace, which meant he was one of the only few with the ability to open the doors of the royal bedchambers. 

If Telemachas was still asleep, then that meant she would be spared of the wrath and judgments of the “guests” below. For now. 

He would have to check in on her later, for both their sakes. 

Meanwhile, for the sake of maintaining peace, Odysseus had a duty to greet his guests and show them hospitality. Even if he didn't want to. 

And he really, really didn't want to. 

~

Odysseus, now wearing his royal chiton and elegant gold crown, walked down the halls of his palace with his head held high. Eurylochus walked by his side, hand strategically placed near the handle of his broadsword, ready to protect his King from strangers with ill intent. 

It did not take long to make their way to the palace throne room. Given how small Ithaca was as a kingdom, it made sense for the royal palace to look smaller in comparison to neighboring palaces. 

However, even with the relatively small structure, both men shouldn’t have been able to hear commotion within the throne room from 4 halls ahead. This was an immediate indication to Odysseus of how many women were already vying for his kingdom. 

Once the two men stood close enough to the throne room’s closed doors they were able to hear the muffled voices from before much more clearly. 

“What’s the hold up!?”

“We’ve been waiting for hours!” 

“Why can’t we find the King ourselves?!” 

They all sounded feminine. And very annoyed. 

“Ladies, please!” A man's voice, Polites’, called out from the other side of the doors. “The King will arrive in just a moment! So, in the meantime, why don’t we all conduct ourselves in a polite, orderly fashion?” 

A chorus of exasperated groans; if there were any words spoken then they were undecipherable due to the sheer loudness of the crowd. 

Odysseus saw Eurylochus toss him a look, one that had “I told you so” written all over it. 

Nevertheless Odysseus let out a deep breath, praying to the Gods above that he looked much more confident than he felt. With a nod to the other, Eurylochus made his way to the double doors of the throne room. 

He threw the doors open, attracting the attention of every guest within the throne room. Welcome or otherwise.

Eurylochus’ booming voice could be heard from every corner of the large room:

“Presenting His Majesty, Odysseus, King of Ithaca!” 

Everyone within the throne room, friend, suitor, or guard, either kneeled or bowed at the sight of the luminous King of Ithaca. 

Odysseus paid them no mind. He opted to stare straight ahead, looking at nothing in particular. He sat on the left throne, despite royal customs declaring he sit on the right. The right seat belonged to Penelope and Penelope only. 

He would make sure every suitor in his palace remembered this. 

Meanwhile on the opposite side of the room, while Odysseus prepared to address the crowd, Polites was slowly inching his way to Eurylochus’ side. Eurylochus did not notice the younger approaching him, only realizing when Polites had placed a hand on his shoulder. 

Polites gestured to the third member of their friend group, mouthing a silent “Is he okay?”. 

Eurylochus blanked, unsure of how he should answer, before opting to shrug his shoulders; Not necessarily disagreeing but not entirely agreeing either. 

Polites understood. Odysseus was somehow both managing and not. 

Polites couldn’t help but grow somber. He could sympathize, but never fully understand. He will never fully understand the pain his best friends shared when it came to the misfortune caused to them by the Trojan war. 

Polites was one of the lucky few spared of permanent injury on that fateful battle 13 years ago. Any wounds and scars he attained had long since faded, their only proof of existence reduced to mere memory. Meanwhile, Odysseus and Eurylochus had sustained injuries that would affect them for the rest of their lives. 

Odysseus and Eurylochus were also victims to the whims of the Gods, for the divine ordered their wives to war in their stead. How must it feel, to know the love of your life was forced to act as your replacement simply because you allowed yourself to be moved by premature pride? 

Even though it was painful to Eurylochus, Polities knew it was pure agony to Odysseus. He had lost both his younger sister and wife due to a rash victory party… 

Odysseus suddenly shot his best friends a look, silently indicating to them that he was ready for his speech. 

Polites and Euylochus stood straight and gave him their undivided attention. They were ready to lend him their support, regardless of the difficult decision he made. 

“Greetings, my friends.”  

Odysseus took mental note of the amount of women littering his throne room. 32 in total, so far.

“I am delighted to see so many new, cordial faces in our humble kingdom on this day,” 

The suitors weren’t stupid. They all knew Odysseus did not mean a word of what he was saying. He was just spouting flowery nonsense for the sake of appearances. 

However, it mattered not what he felt. All that mattered was his submission to the expectations of Greek royalty.  

That included his remarriage. 

“Now, let’s not beat around the bush.” Odysseus gave everyone an easy, nonchalant smile. “You all want to know who I will take as my new Queen.” 

That threw everyone for a loop. 

Those who knew Odysseus, his guards, servants, and slaves, were surprised at how readily he addressed the issue he tried so desperately to avoid. 

The suitors, along with their guards, were also shocked that he was willing to address the issue without hesitation. Were the rumors about him and his loyalty to his wife all false? 

Polites and Eurylochus, who had known Odysseus for practically their entire lives, couldn’t help but feel a semblance of worry with his words. Odysseus was not one to just give up so easily, especially in matters concerning his heart. 

Just what was he planning? 

Odysseus, for his part, did not betray a single one of his thoughts with that easy smile of his. He stood still, waiting for the commotion to cease, before once again speaking to the crowd. 

Polites and Eurylochus, along with one mysterious suitor, were the only ones to notice the mischievous glint in the King’s eyes. 

“However, in respect of honoring the deceased, I regret to inform you all that I can no longer discuss the matter anytime soon.” 

“WHAT!?” 

A chorus of angry voices were quick to make themselves known at the end of his declaration. Two or four voices quickly became 31, each one demanding to know why he couldn’t choose a new wife right then and there. 

Again only one of them was silent, leaning against the side of the wall with her arms crossed. She watched the King with an intense stare. 

Odysseus raised a single hand, prompting the angry voices to silence themselves. 

“As I was saying…” The King’s smile dropped, replaced with an expression of stoicism. “I plan to honor and respect my wife in death as I did in life. And so, in her memory, I will carve a wooden statue in the form of the late Queen. This will be done carefully and with precision, achieved by my hands and my hands only.” 

Another chorus of annoyed and angered groans sounded from the women. They all knew it was bound to take a long time before the statue was even close to completed. 

Eurylochus and Polities were a mixed bag of reactions, one impressed with the cunning of his friend and the other filled to the brim with worry. They both knew Odysseus was talented in the art of carving; As a symbol of his long-standing love to Penelope, he had made her a bridal bed from the inside of a long-lasting tree. However, that was before his injury to his arm. How long would it take, to carve out a wooden statue that could rightfully honor the beauty and grace of Penelope of Ithaca, all with a bad shoulder, a kingdom to run, and a child to raise? 

It was the perfect plan. 

Odysseus had been scheming ever since he heard talk of his “inevitable” remarriage. The king knew he had to delay choosing a new wife, if not for his fidelity and loyalty to Penelope then for the sake of his daughter. 

Who knows what would happen to her if he remarries, for what Queen would allow the daughter of her predecessor to take the throne? 

No, he needed to be smart and tactical about this. He needed to use the gifts of quick-thinking and feeling calm under pressure bestowed to him by Athena. Telemachas was already 13, well on her way to 14. All he had to do was keep his suitors at bay for a few more years, until the Princess was deemed ready to be Queen. Then Telemachas would be allowed to ascend to the throne without any complaints from his adversaries. 

This statue was the perfect excuse. He will spend as much time as he needed carving it, forever if he had to. 

He could do this. He will find a way. For himself. For Telemachas. For Penelope. 

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Odysseus was so caught up in his thoughts he didn’t notice how one of his suitors was looking at him. She stared at him quietly, intensely, glaring at him from the moment he walked into the throne room. 

She couldn’t look away from his body. His tanned, toned, delicious body. She noticed the way Odysseus’ chiton stuck to his waist, showing off his firm, fit figure. 

When he lifted his hand to silence the crowd, the fabric of his clothing was forced to rise up; his naked body, only briefly displayed, was shown to anyone standing at a certain angle. She was the one lucky enough to stand at this angle. 

She could see his torso from where she stood. She saw his v-line fade into his abdomen, some single stray beads of sweat drip down in that path. She saw a set of prominent abs, mild but still very much there, that shuddered with each breath he took. And finally, before he lowered his arm and his torso was covered once more, she was able to see his pectorals in full view. They were flat, but still round; oh, what must it feel like to take a bite of that flesh, to watch as the man underneath was fully marked and claimed?

There was no doubt about it. He was beautiful. He was perfect. 

He was hers. 

Based on what he just declared, accompanied by rumors circulating the palace, it appeared that he planned to make his remarriage a difficult process for his suitors. 

That was fine.

She can be patient. 

No matter how long it took she’d find a way to force him to accept her, even if she had to hold him down and take him by force.

After all, she was blessed by Zeus himself. Though not his child, and by definition having no divine blood, one would be forgiven for assuming differently based on her ability to look forever young despite her age. The King of Gods gave her this gift, saying he knew her to be a kindred spirit. 

The point was anything and everything she ever wanted would belong to her.  

Ithaca. 

The Right Throne. 

Odysseus.

No matter what it took, no matter what she had to do, one day all of it will bear her name. 

Calypso.

[starry-bi-sky]

hi I saw your post about hadestown and bingge and I'm frothing at the MOUTH. I think like how shen yuan started hyperfixating on pidw bingge just fuking becomes a number 1 fan for the performance troupe. What other performances do you think Shen Yuan will xianxia-ify?

SAME. Aaaaaa im so glad you liked that post, im in a similar state over it <33 Bingge went in expecting a vaguely entertaining but ultimately mediocre show and instead got fucking SCALPED. Like instantly obsessed, unable to go back to the way he was before, completely unhinged <3

And aaaurrgh I have this design idea for the Hades actor where throughout the whole show, Hades is wearing a mianguan with so many beads hanging over the front of his face that you couldn't see anything above his mouth. His upper face completely obscured by his crown and the jewels/beads hanging from it. The picture of an untouchable, terrifying, powerful emperor.

But during Epic III, when Orpheus sings the first "la la la", Hades bellows "Where'd you get that melody!?" as he stands from his throne in rage. As he does, his mianguan falls from his head to the ground, revealing the full of his face for the first time. Revealing the face of an angry, scared man.

He doesn't put the mianguan back on for the rest of the show, and he's so expressive that it's no wonder he wore the mianguan all the time.

and as for your ACTUAL ask -- nothing too modern gets xianxia-fied! Hadestown was easy because it already had mythical elements due to being another myth. He just had to rewrite it in a way that would make sense in PIDW. And he doesn't xianxia too many musicals i think, some of them require too much outside context that would be too hard to translate.

Epic I think would be one that gets xianxia-fied, although that's one of the trickier musicals because Jorge has very specific musical motifs behind each character that makes it hard to translate into PIDW -- Hermes' is associated with the harp and the lyre but every time he's in a song he also comes with a very techno-disco-y (???) beat. Plus a lot of other technical aspects as well -- Scylla is the first to come to mind -- that SY's troupe doesn't have the manpower or funds for.

I think it could happen, though! It's just rather tough and it helps fuel SY's decision to keep the musical adaptations to a minimum AND to use musicals that aren't super modern. Hunchback of Notre Dame I think SY could get away with xianxia-fying. Anastasia too. I don't know many plays so I can't say what plays he could xianxia-fy, but he DOES write stage adaptations for some of the stories he tells his troupe, and finds that he really likes it!

It's surprisingly fun coming up with roles, lines, story beats, etc, trying to figure out how he could make this into that. Writing is fun, and the mental challenge that comes with even more so. He loves it!

He makes a stage play telling the story of Hades and Persephone -- albeit altered to fit into Hadestown, rather than the original tale.

And eventually he starts making up his own stories as well -- retellings of myths from PIDW and his world, and things he made up himself to tell certain messages. Rarely does he play a major role in any of these stage plays themselves -- much to Bingge's dismay. It's too much attention for his poor thin face to take! He most often just plays Orpheus. He prefers to stay behind the scenes during plays.

But you can always find him outside the theater when his troupe is in town! If they're not preparing for a stage performance, SY loves going out to tell stories to a crowd! It brings him a lot of joy to watch them sit on the edge of their seats, hanging on to his every word. He especially loves telling stories to children, they get so excited and their interruptions can get annoying sometimes, but its endearing.

And oh, he does love to sing. He's just so very shy about it. It's a miracle that his troupe managed to convince him to be Orpheus -- but that's probably why they waited until opening night to do it. People get so weird when he sings -- it makes him self-conscious. So he only sings when he's alone or around his troupe while on the road.

Oh yeah no, Bingge is OBSESSED with this group. Specifically one mister Shen Yuan who looks so very much like his old teacher, but ISNT him. He's not sure if Shen Yuan is a descendant of Shen Qingqiu's family line, or straight up the man's reincarnation, but at this point he doesn't actually care that much he just needs the man's attention.

It's actual so funny I think. I don't think fan merch exists in PIDW which is a problem, because Bingge WILL resort to stalking. He's going to orchestrate a fan meeting with SY mark his fucking words. He has to see what this man is like when he's not on stage -- is he as pure as the character he portrays? Or is he as rotten as the face he wears.

(It turns out to be the former, and Bingge doesn't know what to do about it. Kidnapping is high on that list. It is SO high on that list.)

[beauty-and-passion]

And finally... the Ithaca Saga

We did it. We reached the end.

And we did it this year, in 2024! I suppose the moral of the story is: if you're truly passionate about something (and have big plans), you can do anything.

And by "anything", I don't mean just "finishing the concept album": I mean fighting against weather, bad luck and probably the gods themselves, to do what you planned.

I imagined everything, except that Mr. Jorge's plan for the final stream of his entire album, was to go to the goddamn island of Ithaca and stream there.

But, you know, it was right. It felt right. It was a very poetic choice, to bring a modern version of the Odyssey back home. To let the musical reach its artistic birthplace. And it's even more impactful that it wasn't just Odysseus' voice to (figuratively) return home: it was the entire story, through the voices of all artists involved.

However, since it's the Odyssey we're talking about, the trip to Ithaca couldn't have been simple either: what kind of boring story would it be, if everything went smoothly from start to end?

Greece's weather is overall warm, even in winter. However, there are the occasional storms/typhoons/rainfalls that last for a couple days and drown or destroy parts of the cities. And Jorge faced them not at the end of his trip, not in the middle: at the beginning, just in time to stop him from reaching Ithaca too easily.

And I believe this is all Ithaca's influence, because something similar happened to my father and brother. Last summer, they were supposed to visit Ithaca as well, but first found no available ferries, then the rain started to pour down, their car died on the nearby island, there was no available mechanic and when they finally found one, their car got fixed just in time for my brother to go to Athens and get his flight back home.

Sooo... it looks like Ithaca doesn't want visitors at all, no matter if it's summer or winter, and it does everything to keep people away - or at least, to make them have a small personal Odyssey before reaching it. Also because, according to the last shorts from Jorge, it looks like the weather changed into the usual warm, greek temperatures now. And he seems to enjoy his stay too, so I suppose the true obstacle is just reaching the island.

But enough about Ithaca, let's talk about Ithaca: there were huge expectations for this Saga. This is the final one, this is supposed to wrap up Odysseus' story and the last loose threads.

And it does. It takes its time to wrap up the last characters and it does it organically and coherently. There are no OOC moments - and this is a huge point for me, because my main complaint in the last Saga was that Odysseus moved too quickly from "let's try to discuss" to "stabbing time": here you can see and understand why he gets so angry and he even takes a few lines to further clarify his emotions.

The pace of this Saga is good too: there are no dead moments and the songs move smoothly from one event to the next. It surely helps that they cover a period of 24 hours more or less, but still.

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The Challenge: this is the first time we actually hear Penelope. Not the one from Odysseus' memories, not a siren, not a vision, but the real one.

And the real one is truly the perfect woman for a clever man like Odysseus: she's intelligent, she's resourceful, she reads the signs and does the right things to buy more time. That's what she did in the Odyssey too, so it's nice to see this trait of her character here as well.

And even though the events here happen for slightly different reasons (in the Odyssey, the bow challenge was just another attempt to buy more time, while here it's something Penelope proposes right after the storm, as if she feels things are going to change very soon and her husband is coming back), it still doesn't sound forced or unnatural. It fits Epic's narrative, without damaging or going against the spirit of the original work. That's how you do a good rewrite.

One last thing about Penelope: I love how, with one single song, we can see her pride, her strength, her cleverness... and her love too. She herself says she didn't expect to end up like this, but for love, she's ready to do anything. Even waiting 20 years for a husband she doesn't even know if he's still alive, buying him time in every possible way and keeping on hold 108 dangerous, younger men who need just an excuse to rise against her and her family.

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Hold Them Down: what did I say about that excuse?

Jokes aside, this is some powerful villain song and I ADORE it. The rhythm? Great, majestic, terrifying. The drums and the chorus are chilling.

But even more than them, it's the entire song, to be terrifying. And not because of its themes: it's because of the details.

Antinous doesn't just say "We will kill Telemachus and rape Penelope": he describes step by step what he wants to do. He presents a clear, precise plan of what he wants to do and how he wants to do it.

That's what makes it so chilling: how careful he is with the details. How he pondered about everything. His willingness to do all the things he says, without an ounce of doubt or fear.

And what's even more terrifying, is how Antinous' words are welcomed by the chorus of the other Suitors. There is no coldness, no shock, no fear: there is this palpable, growing excitement, that grows stronger the more he describes his plan. The chorus accompanies his words, anticipates them eagerly: they cannot wait to hear what he wants to do next.

And when Antinous says Penelope will be at their mercy after Telemachus' death, silence drops for a moment and the line: "And then we'll" is welcomed by pure silence. This perfectly shows how all Suitors held their breath, for one second, waiting for Antinous to say it out loud, to push his plan further and say what they were all thinking: without a man in the house, they could've had access to the queen's bedroom and body. They were waiting to hear it. They wanted, needed to hear more.

This is how you make a great villain song. This is how you build a terrifying villain: it's not just Antinous, who can stir up an entire crowd, by pushing on their primordial instincts. But it's the crowd itself, that welcomes the terrible images he proposes, because they were already in their minds. They were already thinking all of that: all they needed was someone to propose it out loud.

Of course Odysseus goes into full rampage mode after that: who wouldn't?

One last detail I appreciated a lot: the allusion about how the prince was on a diplomatic mission. Sure he was, that's how Odyssey starts: Telemachus leaves Ithaca to search for more news about his father, visits Sparta, Menelaus tells him about the Troyan horse and so on. It was a nice reference.

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Odysseus: a song better known as "Odysseus cleans his house from 20 years of filth".

I've already talked about the first lines and I appreciate them a lot, not just because they further clarify Odysseus' thoughts and actions, but also because they imply he spent some time in Ithaca before this moment, enough to see how the Suitors treated his palace. There's a huge lack of Argo, the only dog who lived something like 20+ years and died right after seeing his owner one last time, but I suppose that his dog's death would've sent him into ultraviolence mode instantly.

I lovelovelove the ensemble chanting Odysseus' name. It's solemn, it's ineluctable, it reminds me of old church hymns and I am a sucker for that stuff.

But I am also a very bad person, so when I listen to Eurymachus saying "hey, what if you spare us and welcome the world with open arms instead" and he gets slaughtered with a "no" as a reply, I laugh.

Yes, I am a bad person.

Okay, fine, we can acknowledge how this wasn't what Polites meant with open arms and how no one has been able to fully understand his mentality... but also, it works perfectly to show how Odysseus changed. In the past, he would've been tricked by these words - and it would've led to him losing more people he loves.

But after going through so much shit, he's not willing to trust others anymore. The time of open arms is gone forever. As he says, "And as long as you're around / My family's fate is left unknown".

And so, it's ruthlessness time. Because, as Poseidon told him, ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves. And Odysseus would find peace, only if he gets rid of all the dangers around.

Because come on, we know the Suitors would've found a way to still try to kill or hurt him and/or his family. They don't play fair, they said themselves. Sparing them would've only hurt Odysseus in the long run.

And if we consider the time period, killing all the opponents was all Odysseus could do, to regain control over Ithaca.

Think about it: he has been away for 20 years, leaving the island without an adult male ruler. Of course this led all other, younger men to become restless and prideful and do things they would never do, without a strong leader: like trashing the leader's palace or trying to hurt his family.

Odysseus' only way to regain control was to show everyone he was still the strongest. And the only way he could do it, was to get rid of all the people who were undermining his authority. This way, he got rid of the dangerous ones and taught everyone else a lesson: do not even try to oppose my authority again, because I am still the strongest man of this land - and therefore, the only leader.

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I Can't Help but Wonder: so, right after showing everyone he was still the ruler and the stronger and so ruthless, Odysseus takes his time to softly listen to his son and tell him how much he loves him.

No, I am not crying, I got this song stuck in my eye.

But seriously: the softness, the love, the affection he holds for his son. And how this is all beautifully portrayed through Jorge's voice.

I know others already said it, but the way he modulates his voice is incredible. He really sounds older here, an old man talking to this young boy who is so confused and full of doubts about his own strength... and like the father figure Telemachus always wanted, Odysseus reassures him: he's sure his son is strong, he understands his pain and the troubles he experienced. And he loves him, with the unconditional love a father has for his child.

I said I am not crying.

The Athena part has been a surprise: honestly, I feared Jorge forgot and we would never see a closure for them, but we actually got it!

And it was a very good one: Athena asks if there is a world where empathy is stronger than fighting. A world where people can understand each other more and not always resort to violence and ruthlessness.

There's an implicit invitation in her words: would Odysseus help her pursue this world? Would he still be her warrior and work for this new, greater tomorrow?

And Odysseus refuses. He's too old, too tired. This world is too far beyond his reach. We are still trying to reach it and we are getting glimpses of it in our everyday lives.

Athena, thanks to her immortality, can live long enough to see this far-away future, but Odysseus? Maybe in the past, when he was younger, he would've loved to see it. Now he's had enough of adventures. All he wants is to finally see his wife again.

And Athena proves her growth, by that simple "very well". You can hear a smile in her tone. She's not angry at him, she's not resentful: Odysseus made his choice and she's okay with it. Their paths divide forever, not with bitterness but with understanding.

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Would You Fall in Love with Me Again: better known as "I am not crying, I said I am not, I just got the Odyssey stuck in my eye".

Odysseus reveals his wife all the awful things he did, he insists he's not the same man - Tiresias told him too, he's not the same kind and gentle husband he was and he will never be anymore: he's a man marked by hardships, by the war, by the world.

By saying it, he reminds me of the war veterans, the people who faced horrors and survived, to come back as changed people. Odysseus is one of them: the war left a mark on him and the following 20 years deepened that mark, made new ones, scars and terrors that will haunt him forever.

So of course he's not the same and he will never be: life and its hardships changed him too much to come back to the naive, younger man he was.

And yet, despite everything, Odysseus is still the same man. And Penelope proves it, through the bed trial. Again, I love how it has been used here: in the Odyssey, it was Penelope's way to be sure the weird beggar-looking guy who just killed everyone truly was her husband. Here it's her way to prove to him first that yes, he still is her husband. He may be rougher, more ruthless, filled with more regrets and anger than before... but he's still him. And she doesn't care what he did: all she cares about is that he's finally back.

Does that make Penelope a bad person too? Personally, I think it makes her more human. She spent 20 years imprisoned in her own house, with 108 possible predators trashing her place, desperately trying to buy more time for a husband she didn't even know if he was still alive, all while trying to hold the predators down as long as possible, so they wouldn't hurt her or Telemachus. Can we really blame her, if she doesn't care about what her husband did to come back, as long as he's finally back?

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A truly passionate project

Epic the musical is a project overflowing with love. Every artist, every voice, every song is filled with passions and emotions and they shine here, in the final Saga, more than ever. Jorge's voice has been incredible, the way he went from sounding like an old father, to a younger man again. How we shifted from love and affection, to anger.

Penelope? Amazing, brilliant, incredible. All female voices are A+ and she's no exception.

The instrumentals? Always on point, they highlight the emotions and the mood of every song perfectly.

All the artists? Incredibly fitting, superb voices. Each of them did an amazing job with their characters, each of them brought their own spin to it and made them iconic. I don't think we'll easily forget characters like Hermes, Circe, Calypso, Athena, Scylla, Tiresias or Zeus. I know I won't.

And yes, I will fondly keep this version of the Odyssey close to my chest. It's so hard to find good modern versions, now that I found one, I won't forget it so easily.

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The end?

The concept album is done, but that doesn't mean Epic is over. Jorge already said he wants to make videogames and, hopefully, give the musical some live adaptation.

So it's now right to say this is the end: this is the first step of a bright future for this series. And I personally can't wait for what it will bring.

In the meantime, as always, do not forget to stream the Ithaca Saga (and the whole musical for that matter), support Jorge and show love to all the people involved: they deserve it. Every last bit of love. It would be only fair, considering how much love and commitment they poured into this project.

That's why I would like to thank them all again for their hard job. It has been a truly wonderful journey and I can't wait for what 2025 will bring them - and us.

[urbestestwindgod]

tw for discussion of rape and all and a hot take i guess

ok i dont rlly like to get serious or anything on this blog but i just wanted to mention that even if it was left up for interpretation if calypso raped odysseus or not, the stuff she still does isnt okay. like she still holds him captive, she still harasses and tries to coerce him after knowing that he is married and doesnt want her. she holds him captive KNOWING IT MAKES HIM SUICIDAL. thats not haha girly things that called being an abuser. yes, holding someone captive and trying to manipulate them out of suicide (as opposed to support them) is abusive.

i know she has a pretty voice but like, did you think jorge would cast a random untrained smoker from an opium den to play her so we know that this isnt a good character? and also you can compliment people’s designs of calypso without being ok with rape, because its just a design, but when its “shes my wifey” and “ii love her” its suddenly not like any other epic villain simping because the thing is she isnt a god sinking his ships or lighting bolting his crew to death; shes sexually abusing him (i am also not going to debate if sexual harassment is different from sexual abuse because its not. even if she never raped him she was still trying to coerce him and harassed him; which is abusive)

if there’s anything i dont fuck with its sexual misconduct. rape, harassment, abuse, all of it. dont give me that shit. the only thing that irritates me more than “haha id dropkick that child in self defense” is any victim blaming or pro rape statement that i displeasurably have to hear. like back to “her voice is so pretty” or just “shes so pretty” hey yea thats what most male rape victims are told. that she was so hot though, so he must have liked it. shes not “just a girl” shes an abuser.

now i know people where a little peeved that jorge removed rape from the circe saga; but i think its reasonable why he did. the epic community is very connected and always has memes for the situations odysseus is in. which, when its haha his friend was killed by a cyclops, or his crew was killed by an angry father, or his men where turned to pigs, or haha hes sad at whatever fantastical situation hes put in; we can laugh at it. because not only is it not real because its a story, but also no one has ever been through that. no ones ever faced off a cyclops in a cave before.

but people have been raped. men have been raped and heard the whole “shes so pretty and sweet thoo”. thats real. and with the circe saga jay knew that putting in rape, so early in too, that it wouldn’t be a plotpoint that fit in because that isnt an epic misfortune they face! thats a real situation; not the men to pigs and sea witch stuff, but being pressured and coerced into sleeping with someone? that is a real situation that real people are put in.

and i know male sexual assaults are iffy to people somehow. so lets say that a woman was in odysseus’ place and circe/calypso were men. does that make it worse? because both are bad. i dont fuck with rape towards ANYONE. regardless of gender, i dont think in 2024 we still should be debating is men can be raped

but back to jorge; i think he was brave for making love in paradise go how it did. i think even implying rape was a brave choice for the musical; especially with a very unserious and jokey fandom (not saying its not also serious but still) but even if you interpret that calypso never touched him. in the odyssey she did, and how tf do you LIKE a character who in the source material was a rapist? shes not “allowed to do bad” shes not “just a girl” shes a predator, and idn something about seeing her get support despite that reminds me of people like my uncle, my brother, my friend’s stepdad, a classmate or two. my uncle being able to have a restaurant, my brother having “a bright future” a certain classmate who got a girl pregnant and then went on to go to prep school. while she carried a child from a random guy in another state. you can support and joke about poseidon from epic and all, but when you start talking about calypso the same way you aren’t invalidating odysseus because hes not real. but you are invalidating countless real life victims.

and these are bold words from someone who isnt even mad about zeus of all people, because i know the culture he was from and i know that he was a metaphor/symbol to said culture. but the odyssey was a story with characters who survived by virtue of extending past that cultural bias. i can pull away from the odyssey as a piece of its time and understand that calypso wasnt probably seen as a rapist back then because the term didnt apply, but as a character i hate her like i hate theseus

and i know calypso was technically a goddess but that didnt mean much for her except immortality and being able to sexually abuse better. she wasnt worshipped (to my knowledge?) or exactly metaphorical. and epic is a modern retelling; so modern standards apply; shes a predator. i wont be taking any counter points because like i said dont do me with that shit

tl;dr your support for fictional rapists extends to what real victims have gone through, and check your lust because backing up every pretty voice/face is a rape culture classic

also im not saying that if you like calypso youre a pro rape asshole, dont think that. but i am saying youre not helping anyone and more hurting than anything by treating a character who is a sexual abuser like just another fantasy villain

[ender-cloud]

!!SPOILERS FOR THE ITHICA SAGA!!

it will be under the cut

-The Challenge-

Anyone else hear Anna’s voice and immediately start tearing up, I think it’s because of the journey that lead up to this and hearing her voice at the start of the saga… it’s just so beautiful.

And it’s different from the Sirens too, in the challenge her voice is filled with Grief and then hope, her instruments are strings, and it pulls more of a sad emotion.

But with the siren’s, her voice is energetic, the instruments are synths, it’s very digatalized.

This makes hearing the challenge hit straight to the gut right away, it’s different, this is the Real Penelope, how much she’s been taken iver by the grief for Ody.

Up till now we have been hearing what ody thought/last heard of his wife. A happy, confident voice, its such a stark contrast

(Also its a shame they couldn’t get the stream working last night, but I know Jorge Will make sure we get something)

-Hold them down-

Also in the Challenge Penelope says “Her husbands OLD bow” while the suitors say “The OLD kings bow” showing how she knows Odysseus is still alive while the suitors could care less of his life

Brooooo why is antonius’s voice so good ON HOLD THEM DOWN LIKE

-Odysseus-

ODYSSEUS (The song) HAVING THE BOSS BATTLE MOTIF????

Also it brings back the villians he has fought as he becomes the monster, “i’ve been hurt enough” similar to Polythemus’s “You’ve hurt me enough”

He trapped them in his palace, just like Circe. And, an obvious one, aimed for the torches, just like Scylla

He’s ruthless, no longer even attempting to reason with the suitors, no, he’s done doing that, he knows that the only true way they will stop if if He makes them!

Even when some of the Suitors try to reason with Odysseus, one even using THE line “Let’s have OPEN ARMS instead” Odysseus still says no, even if Antonius is dead, they went through with his plans.

Odysseus has held onto the line Open arms since the beginning of the show, hearing the Echo of it whenever in hard times, and now he’s pushing it aside, perhaps not liking hearing a suitor say something so close to his heart, but mostly because he has fully embraced Ruthlessness

Also!! THIS IS TELEMACHUS’S FIRST IMPRESSION OF ODY BTW, you can hear his legendary Motif before he appears.

Telemachus Trying be the one who reason’s the suitors, trying to get them to stop and maybe his dad would spare them (not knowing the truth) and then, just like his father, is met by it not working and him getting captured instead

ODY’S VOICE IS SO DIFFERENT??? JORGE???? “You’ve filled my heart with hate” IM NOT OKAY

Also im glad Jorge didnt just ignore that the suitors were trying to 🍇 penelope and brought it up, instead of just letting it be in one song like some other musicians might do

Cant wait to see animations where Telemachus has to watch All of this brutality:D haha…

-CANT HELP BUT WONDER-

LIKE THE CHALLEGE JUST IMMEDIATELY PAIN

ODY???? “Used to say id capture wind and sky for you” Which he did to see his son again,

This song breaks me, the way the music is orchestrated, its just, I cant explain it

ATHENA PLEASE I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE

BRINGING BACK THE “Show yourself, I know you’re watching me show yourself” TOO WHICH HAPPENED WHEN HE WAS A BOY OH MY GOD

Also she’s still alive, thank god!, Jorge scared me

-Would you fall in love with me again-

“I am not your kind and Gentle husband” ODY

As soon I heard the bridge I immediately started sobbing

Penelope proving that ody is still him with the bed is so clever not even he caught ut, a man taught by the goddess of wisdom himself

DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE ENDING FOR NOT ONLY WOULD YOU FALL IN LOVE BUT ALSO THE ENTIRE SHOW

ITS SO BEAUTIFUL, COMPLETING ODYSSEUS GOAL HE HAS HAD SINCE HIS JOURNEY STARTED, HE IS HOME WITH HIS FAMILY

Also i imagined the beats in the song as flashes to Ody’s journey up to now, as a way to honor the actors and the other sagas, I don’t know if thats what Jay attended but its what I believed

[thathalguy]

Yall I'm going kinda theory-insane over here.

I was watchin some EPIC: the Musical reaction/analysis content cause I found a couple guys I enjoyed and went on a little binge watch, as you do. (Mortius and CF Reacts if you wanna check em out)

They're watching the livestreamed animatic of Thunder Bringer and during the part where Odysseus hears Penelope singing to him Mortius pauses and says something about the vision of Penelope that catches my interest. He says Jorge has posted some info about this moment in his Patreon-exclusive channel on the Discord about what this Penelope illusion actually is, but because it's something only shared for Jorge's Patreon supporters he won't say it outright. In another video they're reacting to Neal Illustrator's Thunder Bringer animatic and again in this scene he mentions this Patreon-exclusive knowledge "The yellow. Is this Zeus to him? I know that's not canon." which just sends my little theory brain spiralling.

So I've been mulling it over for a few days and I've thrown some ideas at my wife, sharing my thoughts which I'm gonna share with yall now.

Upon first watching the livestream I thought the illusion of Penelope was made by Zeus to make Odysseus more torn between his choices. Y'know, toying with the mortal kind of thing. But if it's not Zeus, then who's making Odysseus see Penelope in the sky? Let's look at how she appears in the animatic.

A gap in the storm, illuminated in yellow light. She looks like the sun breaking through the clouds. And who in the canon animatics is tied to yellow besides Zeus? Apollo. Who wears a sun-shaped earring because he's the SUN god.

"But the sun god is Helios!" you might be saying, and you're right. Depending on the storyteller, Helios OR Apollo is the sun god. And when they're on the sun god's island, they never actually name WHICH sun god it is. Eurylochus says "this statue, the god of the sun, don't know where its from" implying that the statue could be either one. And the story of Helios's cows being killed by Odysseus's crew is also attributed to Apollo's cows.

"Another story is in Homer's Odyssey where Odysseus and his men, despite Zeus' warning, devour Apollo's herd."

Now, why would Apollo be showing Odysseus his wife in this moment? That's where my theorizing comes in, and full disclaimer: I'm notoriously bad at getting my theories right, so who knows if I'm even close. But this is what I've come up with as Apollo's reasoning.

Apollo would have known the crew was on his island talking about killing his cows. He's literally the sun, he sees a lot from up there, and Odysseus is tied to his statue, which could also be used as a way to listen in and keep watch over the herd. He would have heard Odysseus begging the crew not to kill the cows, to not anger the gods, and when Eurylochus kills it anyway, of course there's going to be consequences. But Apollo knows it's not Odysseus's fault, he was wounded, tied up, and at the mercy of a mutiny, he couldn't do anything to stop it beyond his words. Wouldn't you have a little sympathy for the man trying to keep your cows safe and unharmed?

And let's also touch on the fact that Apollo's argument in God Games seems pretty weak and unimportant. He's upset some sirens are dead, and he gives in pretty easily, hardly any reluctance or hesitation. As the sun god surely he'd be much angrier about his cattle being slaughtered, right? But Odysseus was the only one who was trying NOT to kill the cow. He's the first challenge, Level One, and by presenting such a shallow (ha) issue, he's allowing Athena an easy victory toward her goal. Also he calls him Ody, not Odysseus.

By showing Odysseus his wife, Apollo swayed his decision to have Zeus kill the crew, the ones who actually did wrong.

[missadangel]

Little Bird in a Cage (Javier Peña x Reader)

Part 2 -Kidnapped Again-

Gifs by dinjarring - perotovar - djo

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The days continued to pass in the same monotonous way, but finally something new had happened. You were now allowed to walk inside the building. To being a good girl, Javi said.

So what it really meant was that you didn't try to escape anymore.

Fucking asshole.

The building was like an old military guesthouse, 2 flat with high and wide hallways, probably having more than 20 rooms. Javi and the others staying in these rooms, but spending their most time in the common area. In this area there was a TV, radio, 3 seater couch, and lots of ashtrays. Cigarette smoke was everywhere, even from a distance you could smell it.

On instinct you thought more than once how you could escape from the building, but it was almost impossible. The soldiers were everywhere.

You were tired of even thinking about it, so just wanted to let it go for now.

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One morning when you left the room and went downstairs, Chris and Daniel were discussing something, there were a lot of photos and folders in front of them. It was like the case files the cops were going through.

Your eyes looked for Javi and as you looked around, noticed that he was talking on the phone -that you tried to call your father couple times but failed- a little further away, he noticed you immediately, but he lift the phone receiver up making gesture like saying “hey”.

You responded with a half smile and then he turned around, oh you wished he hadn't, he looked much more attractive from behind.

The tight jeans he was wearing showed off his great ass. Suddenly you realized that you flushed and you turned around afraid to caught by him. This kinda thoughts were getting into your head a lot lately and you cursed yourself for not being able to control it.

You looked at the photo Daniel holding.

"This is my house," you said quickly.

Daniel and Chris looked at each other.

"Yes, senorita," Daniel said, "well we..."

"It's okay, I know you followed me, didn’t mean to interrupt you guys," you said, but again someone's face looked very familiar in the photos.

"It's Jorge," you said surprisingly, and this time your voice rang like a silver bell all of the hallway.

Daniel and Chris looked at you curiously.

"Do you know him?"

You slowly nodded your head yes, but you were also worried about Jorge, as far as you knew he was a good guy.

"Okay, keep me posted.” Javi said before he hung up the phone and hurried coming close to you.

"Jorge is a good guy why do you have his photo?" you asked almost mumbling.

"Y/N, how do you know him?" Javi crossed his arms and sat on the arm of the couch where Daniel was sitting on.

You looked up at him, his brown eyes looking at you piercingly, you felt a little like you were being interrogated by this former agent.

"He came to our house a few times, he was nice to me, but, my dad used to talk to him in private. I have no idea what they were talking about but you're not going to do anything to him are you?"

When Javi saw you tense up, he sit beside you. There was a strange excitement in his eyes, but his piercing gaze was back and torturing you again.

"Of course nothing will happen, he's important for us like Cali's KGB," the honesty in his voice was palpable. "He's actually contacted us, but we're not sure if we can trust him yet or not."

"You can, I don't think he would lie, but of course I can't be sure, no one can be trusted these days anymore."

The sarcasm in your voice made Javi roll his eyes, he stood up but eyes locked on you again thinking about something.

"We were supposed to meet him tomorrow," Chris said, "after Gilberto, sir, this might be our only chance to catch his brother."

"Okay, let's do it," Javi said, can't stop smiling at your stubborn attitude though.

Chris and Daniel walked outside in a hurry.

“By the way,” Javi put his hands on waist.

"I'm going to see your dad tomorrow," he finally said.

You were excited for a moment, but then feeling down again, knowing that you wouldn't be able to see him.

"If I asked you to take me with you, you wouldn't, would you?" you asked desperately.

Javi shook his head as no.

"But soon you’re gonna see him again, I promise."

"I hope you keep your promise, Javi," you said without looking at him.

"I believe that we can get along with him," he said sincerely.

As he was about to leave, he plucked a red rose from the ivy that grew from outside through the window.

"Just hang in there little bird, you’ll be free soon" gives you the rose, he winking at you and walked out with that wonderful smile of his.

“’lll try,” smelling the rose he gave you.

It was weird that you can't get mad at him anymore.

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As soon as Javi left the minister's office, he went downstairs and lit a cigarette. He had just been rewarded for the successful capture of Gilberto Rodriguez. As he enjoyed his cigarette, happy with his victory, he thought of you. He was happy that he was going to keep his promise, but there was something he has to do first.

As he walked into the DEA building, everyone who saw him was congratulating and cheering.

Agent Javier Peña is back.

After getting his gun and badge, he stayed there for a while to celebrate with Chris and Daniel over a drink.

Then when everyone there insisted on going to the bar, he couldn't resist them. They were all quite happy, celebrating and laughing, but also aware that they were just getting started. Javi was close to getting drunk when he saw a familiar face. He was wellknown at this bar so he knew almost all the waitresses.

"Javi," one of the girls said, put her tray on the table and wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Why don't we celebrate this together, like the old days," she smirked. "You haven't forgotten the wonderful moments we had, have you?"

When she reached up to kiss him, Javi stopped her and gently lifted her arms around his neck and pushed her away.

"Not tonight, sweetheart," he winked.

"Wow, normally you wouldn't say no to that, but whatever," she said and picked up the tray and move behind the bar, looking quite upset. All Javi could think about right now was you, and maybe this was the first time he'd ever missed an opportunity for sex.

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By the time you were getting ready for bed, you wondered what was taking Javi so long, why he wouldn’t come, however you were tired of thinking and wanted to go to sleep.

When you pulled the cover of bed, you realized that a piece of paper had been pushed under the door. It was a letter.

With so many questions running through your head, your first thought was to open the door and look into the hallway. But no one was there.

You opened the letter in a hurry and curiously.

"You will see your father tonight, be ready."

Your heart raced, hands shaking. "What in the world,” you said to yourself.

Who could have sent it? Your first thought was Javi, but why would he write a letter?

No, it was probably someone else. But who. What if it was a trap? The possibilities were many, but time was short.

Who could you tell about this?

Finally you open the door slowly, looked down the corridor, the soldiers were still walking around. Was it one of them? You thought of calling Javi, but the soldiers were downstairs, watching over the phone specially because you had tried to call your father several times before.

You went back to the room and closed the door slowly, you body starting to shake. Was your father specially sending troops with the support of the army? Could it be?

"What should I do, what should I do,"  said to yourself as wondered if there was a traitor among the soldiers. Well, he or she wasn't a traitor to you, of course, but still, you couldn't trust anyone.

You get super impatient, opened the door of the room quietly again and looking around. It didn't feel right to wait quietly, so you wanted to try your best.

The soldiers were coming and going, two by two, counting how long it takes, and you had about 30 seconds to get yourself out somehow. Without thinking too much, you tiptoed down the corridor once the soldiers were on the other side. As soon as you heard the footsteps you hid behind the couch, and by the time they turned around for another round you had made it out. This was different from the last time you tried to escape. This time you didn't know what you were running from or where.

This was so stupid of you but you couldn't just sit and wait.

The soldiers outside were talking about something among themselves. This was good for you, first wanted to go to Don Berna who you believed was Javi's ally, can help you. Yes, he is the one who helped him to kidnap you too, but you had no choice, you trusted Javi, you trusted him to take you to your father one way or another.

It was just something doesn't right with that note.

You weren't sure where Don Berna was staying or even if he was here now, but you had to try. When you move forward you accidentally stepped on a piece of broken glass, fuck, then someone grabbed you from behind.

“What do we have here?”

A soldier grabbed your arm roughly, cocky smile on his face.

"I wasn't running away, really," you tried to convince him. "If you take me to Don Berna, I want to tell him--"

“Move,” he jerking your arm roughly heading to the dark green tent out front.

As soon as you entered the tent, you were shocked to see the commander pointing a gun at Don Berna's face. All the soldiers were also pointing their guns at the other men. You were confused, but this made you panicked even more.

"Ah, senorita, you couldn't wait, could you?" the commander laughed looking at you, without moving his hand.

"Fuckin motherfucker, I paid you generously, what the fuck is this? We had an agreement for fucks sake."

"I'm sorry Mr. Berna, but Miguel Rodriguez offered 5 times what you paid for this girl. So what could i do? we're mercenaries, right guys?"

All the soldiers nodded smirking.

"Yes, sir."

"And I have no faith in that fucking agent Peña to do what he promised," he added.

"Miguel Rodriguez? But note you sent to my room were saying im gonna see my father," you yelled at him.

"If only you had waited in your room like you were told, senorita, you wouldn't have seen this part and you would keep thinking you were going to see your father, but what the hell, you'll suffer the consequences. What the fuck are you waiting for? Get her on the fuckin helicopter now!" he ordered his soldiers.

"No, let go," you screamed with all your might, but you were dragged into the helicopter anyway.

It was the second time this happening, you were kidnapping again, but this time you were more afraid of where you were going. You wished you could lost your consciousness again.

As tears falling down your cheeks, thinking about Javi, you would rather he kidnaps you instead.

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“FUCK!!!”

When Javi returned to the military base, he was so angry when he find out. He clenching his fists and banging them against the wall wanted to smash everything close.

He had never felt so angry and helpless. 

"We'll find her," Chris said, trying to calm him down.

Daniel added.

"So yes, you're officially an agent now, we can use all our powers to find her. Right?"

"Sure, lemme call the headquarters," Chris run towards to phone.

"We'll back you up," Don Berna said. "I'll do anything to end Cali. Motherfuckers. Miguel made a fool out of me, the fucking cartel king."

He spitting with anger while talking.

Javi walked inside without saying anything, all he could think about as he lit his cigarette was you, he had promised that you wouldn't get hurt, but how was he going to keep that promise now?

As the thoughts raced through his head looked at the red roses and promised to himself.

"I will find you and bring you back little bird, no matter what.”

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It was around 3 a.m. when the helicopter approached the helicopter landing area of a large mansion.

Armed men were everywhere, all dressed in civilian clothes, unlike the soldiers, but they all had guns just like them.

As soon as the helicopter landed, the commander grabbed you by the arm and pulled you. He helped you step down and kept pulling you towards a tall man in a suit waiting in the courtyard of the mansion.

"Here, sir, I brought her."

He pushed you forward towards the man. Fucking bastard.

The man in the suit clapped his hands happily.

"Great, now pay the commander and his unit and send them on their way,”

He made hand gesture to his men. “And you,” he looked at you.

“You come with me honey," he said calmly but commanding.  

Unlike the commander, the man didn't grab your arm, he offered his hand for you to take.

"My hand waiting, honey," he said in a threatening tone.

You had to take this stranger's hand even if this disgusts you, but of course you had a guess. This must be the man they called Miguel.

He began to introduce himself as he escorted you inside.

"I'm Miguel, and this is my personal living space, it's a bit of an insult to call it home, you understand right," he laughed to himself.

He was promoting the house like a real estate agent which was super weird.

"And you, sweet Y/N, welcome. You know, your father and I are kind of close friends."

"Then take me to my father." your voice was louder than you wanted it to be.

Miguel stopped and looked at you and you felt a shiver run down your spine. Because this man was looking calm and very threatening at the same time.

"Sweet Y/N, you're going to have to stay here for a while, until we work things out with your father, do you understand? hm?"

"Besides," he continued as he opened a door with golden ornaments on it," whatever you wanti your needs, will be done here, don't worry."

"I've heard that before," you muttered.

He laughed at your reaction.

"One more thing," said Miguel raising his indexfinger just like trying to warn you.

Also with one hand he brushes your hair which was in mess because of the helicopter ride.

Man, this motherfucker likes to touch.

"If you try to betray me, intent to leave or sneak out and somehow get to your friends from DEA, then you no longer will be my friend's daughter, but instead, you will be the most worthless person in the world to me, okay?"

He put his hands on your shoulder now which disgusts you badly. Looks like he wants to be sure about you understand him clearly. You gulped and nodded.

"Great! Good girl," he clapped his hands again.

"Good night, sweetie."

When the door closed your body collapsed on the floor, feeling exhausted, this night consumed you badly.

"Jesus! What a nightmare!"

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[batsplat]

I know need to know what the fuck was the honda three rider team about. Bc that sounds made up as fuck

historical silly season: 2010 edition!

in early 2010, casey had very much had enough of ducati

rumours are that he'd already been looking to break his contract for the 2010 season after how ducati had handled the whole mystery illness 2009 saga... releasing inaccurate statements about his condition to the press without his consent, implying his diet was to blame - as well as offering jorge a shit ton of money to come ride for them. crucially more than they were paying casey

this was from mid 2009 and the vibes were already BAD back then... it's hard to know how seriously to take retirement rumours from the time given casey just wasn't. really... talking to the press, so a lot of the times the media was relying on other sources from inside his camp or just wildly speculating

anyway, casey did see out the 2010 season with ducati, but at the start of the year he essentially gave them an ultimatum - he wanted them to rip up his proposed contract and have them show him how much he was worth to them. they did not do so

according to casey, he already signed a contract at the second round of the season in jerez, which gives you a sense of how done he was with all things ducati - but it was only announced after the seventh round in july. the move was made smoother by casey's existing close relationship with livio suppo, who had himself recently made the switch from ducati to honda

very much the right time to make the move for sure. at the time, there was speculation that casey's poor results in the first half of the season was due to decreased motivation, which of course he strongly denied. really, it was the fault of the bike and team - and casey would show as much the following year at honda

one little problem. honda already had two factory contracted riders for 2011: dani and dovi. now, dani had been honda's wunderkind since forever, and after their last world champ nicky hayden - who was not on particularly warm terms with dani's camp, it has to be said - departed the team, dovi had been the chosen replacement. dovi was a long time honda loyalist, even when he was riding their underpowered bikes to championship runner up positions against jorge in 250cc, and he'd also had a highly impressive rookie season

2009 had not been a particularly great year for either factory honda rider, partly due to bike performance partly due to injuries partly due to... rider performance. it was a rough year for dovi in particular, despite his win in tricky conditions at donington (all four aliens deliver quite funny performances at that race in different ways. not exactly the finest of hours for any of them)

when casey's signing was announced, honda initially went 'okay three factory blokes but maybe we'll have two in the real team and then one in a fake team'

the problem, right, is that it costs a lot of money to field a three man team - this is why honda was so keen on the red bull option, because then they could pay for the seat

honda confirmed its intention to have four factory honda riders in 2011, those three and sic, in mid-september. but they still needed to figure out where to put them. they didn't manage to get the funds to put casey in a separate team, and then they tried to put dovi on the satellite squad:

now, dovi was on a 2+1 contract, with 2009-10 guaranteed and an option to extend for another year. the contract included a performance clause - and dovi was having a more successful 2010 season, so hrc was having some trouble forcing dovi to accept the move:

so yeah, obviously not exactly great behaviour to sign a third rider when your team is already essentially full... and then immediately spend the next few months trying to get rid of one of your existing riders who is still entitled to that seat

some more details:

for a while, dovi looked like he might be leaning towards accepting it, and was certainly keen to stress that he wasn't rejecting gresini due to his interpersonal issues with some of the team's personnel. this from september:

eventually, repsol agreed to fund the whole thing so that honda could honour their commitments to all three riders:

so, one team for all of them, if still a wee bit of healthy internal separation

and by november the whole thing was sorted

honda did have some internal precedent for this! in 1997, they fielded three factory riders: doohan, criville and okada

also back in the day they did just create shell teams organised around one rider, which is of course where valentino spent his first two years in the premier class

and here's the updated version from 2011!

anyway, it was only something honda was willing to do for one year, and in the end dovi decided to jump ship to yamaha rather than accept internal demotion. the fight for p3 in the championship went right down to the final race in valencia - and it must have been incredibly satisfying for dovi to snatch it from dani there

after this... look, basically they changed the rules to make it two entries at most per team, then they changed it back for like? two years? so that four riders were technically allowed. and then they changed their mind again. now it's just two - obviously teams are allowed wildcards, but they couldn't do this three man team thing anymore nowadays

teams generally wouldn't even want to do this because it's a lot of hassle and, most importantly, money. so yeah, unlikely to make a comeback. very much a quirky curio that won't be replicated... could be funny though. if they want to change the rules again

[fandomzwriterk]

Smoke and Mirrors

Pairings: Tomas Vrbada/Smoke x OC

Warnings: slight gore + Amnesiac!OC + religious trauma (?) + characters dying + hinted innuendos later on + Kuai & Bi Han trying to be good brothers + Liu Kang as a dad figure (?) + Tomas just being his sweet lovable self + Bi Han being kind of a dick + Kuai Liang having no clue what it’s like to have a sister + confused “brother” Kuai Liang (?) + Raiden, Kung Lao, Johnny, and Kenshi being simps (mostly Raiden) + MASSIVE Angel lore drop

Pt: 8/?

A/N: this chapter is brought to you by its theme song, Warrior of the Mind!!

This world was not quite what Angel expected. It was beautiful, colors more vibrant than a rainbow and as calm as a river in spring. There were so many things gaining her attention, even the people around her scared her. Angel felt outmatched in physicality, she needed to blend in. Angel of course had her wings retracted, not going to let anything make her show her wings while she was here. Her job was to protect the Champions with Tomas, make sure everything was safe. But why did the feeling of missing something feel stronger as she walked?

“They do not disappiont.” Johnny spouted

“We are Earthrealm's ambassadors, Johnny. We'll show them respect... not unwanted attention.” Raiden replied

The woman in pink who stood next to another woman in blue walked toward Angel, her mask covering her identity much like Angel and the Lin Kuei Brothers.

“Lord Liu Kang, welcome.”

“Thank you, Princess Mileena.” He answered with a bow

“You remember my sister?” she asked as her head turned to the woman in blue

“Of course. Princess Kitana. May I introduce Johnny Cage, Kung Lao, Kenshi Takahashi and Earthrealm's champion... Raiden.”

Mileena looked to Raiden, then looking to see who else was here. Her eyes settled on Angel, then moving her attention to Kitana. Kitana’s eyes went to Angel, seeming to burn her gaze into Angel’s skin.

“I hope you're prepared, Raiden. Our champions are determined to win.” Kitana replied

“None more so than me. It's been too long since we've known victory.” Mileena added looking to her sister

Everyone followed, but Angel felt something was watching her. Tomas knew it too, he felt her unease at where they were

“You okay?”

“I’m fine. I’m just… nervous I guess.”

“Nervous? Angel you know you’re not the one fighting right?”

“I know it’s just… I feel like I’m supposed to feel nervous, like there’s something here waiting for me.”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out my friend.”

Angel took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a second. There was definitely something waiting for her here. As both her and Tomas started to walk, the Princess Kitana walked up to them, making them stop dead in their tracks.

“You two come this way.”

Angel and Tomas followed as she lead them through a few side paths and eventually through some gardens. Kitana looked back at Angel, quickly looking ahead as she brought them both to an open room where there sat three thrones. She instructed both Angel and Tomas where they would be during the tournaments, both watching from front and center as the champions fought each other.

“This sounds like a good time to learn some things.”

Angel only nodded, her eyes following Kitana went to sit on a throne, and soon enough all of the group were there too. Mileena sat on the throne opposite to Kitana, the middle throne the largest and the highest. Soon enough, people started to pour into the room as well, everyone waiting for the Empress to join them. Angel felt uncomfortable, slowly leaning into Tomas as her closest hand gripped the side of his top, almost making her knuckles white. Tomas looked down a little, seeing his friend scared for her life. He quickly put an arm around the back of her head, playfully scratching at her scalp. She started to smile a little as the Empress finally came walking.

“Hey. It’s okay. I’m right here.” He whispered next to her ear

“Ready for battle there Raiden?” The Empress asked

“I am.” He answered with pride

Soon enough, there was a commotion, someone walking into the room followed behind the Constable that Kitana told Angel about. It wasn’t the Constable that got her attention, no no no, it was the person who lead her in. Their raven hair fell to the side and a little over their eyebrows, amber eyes staring at the Constable in what seemed like a prideful essence. This was someone who worked under the Constable but knew his place in order. Soon enough, Angel blinked, and then another guard came to stand next to the raven haired man, this one with dirty blonde hair and green eyes. He was slightly shorter than the first man, whispering something to each other.

“I-I…”

“Angel? What’s wrong?”

“Empress Sindel!”

Angels shout startled the whole room, even Kitana and Mileena, Empress Sindel looking at the small girl with curious eyes. Kitana stood up and ran to her mother, whispering something in her ear. It was only a few seconds before Empress Sindel’s face changed to something of sadness yet caring.

“Everyone, step aside. I want to see this girl for my own eyes.”

Tomas let her go reluctantly, backing away like everyone else as they all made a huge half circle around Angel while she stood in the center.

“E-Empress Sindel I need to ask something of someone in this room?”

Kitana nodded, Empress Sindel looking at Angel up and down before gesturing for her to speak. Angel walked forward two steps, turning to her right to stare at the two men she had noticed earlier. Everyone in the room was confused, even Liu Kang, and he was a God.

“I need to know…” she muttered as she picked her head up to stare at them.

She could see their amber and green eyes staring at her, feeling a weight on her as she opened her mouth to speak, but only one word came out…

“Y-Yuriel?”

The one with amber eyes looked as if something amazing had happened before his eyes. The one with green looked between both Angel and the man next to him.

“Azriel?” The one with raven hair asked

Angel felt as if everything came crashing down onto her, she felt herself gasp, hand clutching her heart as if the weight of the world fell on her shoulders. She felt herself let tears fall, letting them hit the marble floor as both men ran to her. Angel ran to them as well, embracing both in a hug, both men crying with Angel as well.

“You remembered.” The one with raven hair spoke

“We’ve missed you sister.” The dirty blonde man added

Angel’s vision blurred as her tears fell, collapsing to the ground on her knees while both boys clung to her as well.

“Michael…” Angel answered as she looked at the other boy

While she he put a hand on the side of his face, the boy named Michael grabbed it as both him and the other named Yuriel buried themselves in the hug.

“My brothers… you’re my brothers.” Angel cried

“Yes Azriel, we are.” Yuriel answered with tears in his eyes

Angel looked to behind her, seeing Tomas smile at her and her brothers, noticing Liu Kang and Kuai Liang nodding to each other. Raiden and Kung Lao looked at each other, then looking to the rest of their friends.

“I knew who you were before you even introduced yourself.” Angel heard behind her

She spun around, seeing Kitana slowly walking towards her, kneeling to be on the ground with her.

“Yuriel talks a lot about you… how much he’s missed you. How much he and Michael missed you. They’ve been waiting for so long, and I’m happy you’re here too.” Kitana added as she embraced Angel in a hug.

“Empress Sindel, may I take my leave with my siblings for the day? I will be back later for the feast.” Yuriel asked

His amber eyes tracked the older woman, her eyes going between the four of them standing together as Yuriel and Michael stood at each of Angel’s sides.

“You may Yuriel. You’ve earned it, for all the service you’ve done for me and my daughters.” Sindel answered with a smile

Angel felt her wrist get grabbed and dragged as her attention went to her brother Yuriel. Michael ran ahead, Yuriel taking you with them as they ran down the hall to a magnificent palace in the distance. It took a few steps, but the three siblings found a very peaceful bridge overlooking most of Outworld that they could sit on. Angel sat down, each of her brothers sitting on either side.

“Come on sister, join us.” Michael begged as he released a set of wings

Micheal’s were dark brown, almost like a hawks feather, to complement his dirty blonde hair and green eyes. His light skin was decorated with dark freckles on most of his face, a small scar visible on his lower lip. Yuriel however, was so much different. His amber eyes were the same sort of “dangerous” energy with his raven hair and wings. His cream colored skin on his arms was littered with tiny marks and what looked like scratch wounds.

“I see you two have scars as well.” Angel spoke out loud

Michael and Yuriel looked at each other, Yuriel sighing as he covered his other arm with a hand. Michael watched with sad eyes.

“Yeah. How much do you remember?”

Angel shrugged. She only knew they were her brothers, that they were the same thing. Other than that, she had nothing else.

“Still covering up those eyes I see. We talked about this-“ Yuriel started

He stopped, realizing Angel wouldn’t remember anyways.

“We talked about this? What’d we talk about?”

“It doesn’t matter anymore. But just know I’m happy you found a place where you belong, wherever you came from.” Michael added

“He’s right. Besides, you’ve got some good friends from where you’re from.”

“You know them Yuriel? How?”

“It’s a complicated… story… I guess. It’s nothing important sister. But do you know what our purpose is? If you can remember, I’ll tell you more.”

Angel looked down, putting her chin against her hands as she leaned over to put her elbows on her thighs. She was frustrated, still not able to understand anything.

“You said my name was, I think, Azriel right?”

Both boys nodded, staying silent for their sister to speak.

“I didn’t remember my name for a long time, up until now. I think… it’s going to take some time for me to understand everything. I barely remember you two, but-“

“You feel like there’s something else?”

“Mhm.”

Yuriel grabbed Angel’s hand, holding it tightly as he held onto her like this would be the last.

“There is a little more… if you would like to know.”

Angel nodded quickly, wanting to hear what Yuriel had to say.

“Well… there were seven of us. Me, Michael, you, Zariel, Toriel, Amenidael, and Raphael, we were all born at the same time. It was always just the seven of us, and we were…”

“Chaotic. But we knew better.” Michael interjected

“As I said, we were a family. Believe it or not, you’re the eldest, me being second.” Yuriel added

“I’m… the oldest? Out of the three of us?”

Both of them nodded, leaning close against their sister.

“Yes you were. And by far, you’re the strongest. I’m somehow stronger than Yuriel.”

“Michael!”

“What?”

“You know how the power scaling works!”

“Yeah? And it’s bullshit.”

“Okay okay calm down you two.” Angel spoke breaking their small argument

Both Yuriel and Michael calmed down, relaxing at their sisters words.

“Still have the authority huh?”

“What does that mean?”

“You were always good wrangling all of us as we got older, the most peaceful out of us all. Perhaps that’s why you were the favorite.”

Angel blinked, her mind reeling as she recalled the times where she would watch Tomas and his brothers fight each other. Sibling banter, that’s all it was.

“I guess it’s just my nature for everyone to be peaceful. Perhaps that’s why Liu Kang trusts me.”

Michael crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.

“Ah yes almighty Lord Liu Kang, the bane of my existence.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing sister. Michael just doesn’t like a lot of people, mostly Kuai Liang and Bi Han.”

“You know them?”

“Of course we do sister! We may be younger than you but we’ve been around a few worlds to understand how those two are.”

Angel felt something flutter in her brain, her heart also telling her to speak.

“What about Tomas?”

Both boys went wide eyed, like they saw a ghost.

“We actually don’t know much about him.” Michael responded uncrossing his arms

“Yeah. Perhaps we both need some time to come to understand your friends.”

Some sort of signal went off in the distance where everyone was gathered.

“Time to go back.”

“Wait… I have an idea.”

“Oh Elder Gods no-“

“Let’s fly back! Last one there is a rotten egg!”

Michael took off like a jet, Yuriel and Angel standing still for a second.

“Hey wait for me bird-brain!” Yuriel shouted as he did the same

Angel took a breath, seeing the ground thousands of feet below her. If she fell and couldn’t fly, this would be dangerous. Angel closed her eyes, taking a step, putting one foot out. As she came to step toward the edge more, she jumped before her toes touched the edge. It took mere seconds but as Angel closed her eyes, her wings did the work, shooting off like a firework. Opening her eyes as she felt herself fly into the air at almost rocket speed, Angel saw the world around her and below her as she caught up quickly with Yuriel and Michael. She shot right past them, making both stop in alarm at how fast and how quickly she could maneuver around. Angel dove down, quickly weaving around each pillar of Empress Sindel’s castle like it was nothing, not noticing her friends were watching as Yuriel and Michael caught up to her, staying right behind her in this race. Hundreds of people could see the three of them racing around as the siblings went on with their game.

“Hey! Come back here!” Michael shouted

Both boys were right behind her, making Angel pull up into the sky and rolling over them going the other way, making both boys crash into the wall they hadn’t been paying attention to.

“Ha!”

Angel looked down, turning to the right slightly as she came to a slow gliding pace, gently touching down as she found Liu Kang and Raiden away from the crowd.

“Nice landing.” Raiden joked

“Oh come on Raiden that was fucking sick!” Johnny shouted

“Easy calm down Johnny.” Kenshi replied

“I had no idea you could go that fast Angel.” Kung Lao added

Angel took a deep breath, feeling air slowly fill her lungs again after all of that. She was out of practice, perhaps she needed to train flying with weights. But where had her brothers gone? Oh well maybe she left them behind and they’d catch up soon.

“I didn’t either honestly.” Angel responded to the four men

“Impressive work there my student. Seems like we each have more to learn from you.” Liu Kang said with a smile

Meanwhile…

Yuriel was doing his own thing, quietly watching from the sky as he trailed both Tomas and Kuai Liang, who stepped aside from the group a while ago.

“Tomas come on you have nothing to be worried about. Angel is just as strong as you are, I’m sure she could overpower her brothers easily.”

“I’d like to believe you… but something feels wrong.”

“About them?”

“No. Not her brothers. It’s about something else I feel.”

“What might that be brother?”

There was silence, Yuriel stopping on the top of a pillar overhead of the two ninjas.

“I’m not sure. I feel as if there’s something I’m missing.”

Yuriel didn’t need to hear another word, quickly flying to the ground between both brothers. Yuriel slowly rose from his kneeling position on the ground, making eye contact with Tomas who he was facing at the moment.

“I mean you both no harm.” He said with his hands up

Both Kuai Liang and Tomas froze, quickly looking to each other before putting their weapons away.

“I know you both have no reason to trust me, but plus now, I’d never do anything to ruin my relationship with my sister.”

Tomas glared at the young man before him. Yuriel didn’t look that much younger than both him and Kuai Liang.

“How come you never went to find her?” Tomas asked bitterly

Yuriel looked sad, holding something in that looked a lot like heartbreak and suffering.

“I didn’t mean for it to be this way I swear. You have to believe me as much as I wanted to, I couldn’t risk her safety.” Yuriel answered

“Safety? She came to us with no memory of you or your brother, she had nothing. All she had was us, and now you wanna apologize after what, a year of you being away?”

Tomas was about to jump at Yuriel, Kuai holding him back before he could do anything stupid.

“I knew she’d be safe away from us, yet I know what I did was wrong. There’s a lot that you don’t know, and a lot more I can’t tell you.”

To be continued…

A/N: ayooooo say hello to the new OC’s I’ve added

[moonshynecybin]

In the beef between Valentino and Marc I can't take a position. This will be a little long but allow me to articulate my thoughts.

I understand where both of them were coming from and both points of view. Why?

I think that to better understand Vale it is important to keep some factors in mind: 2015 was the first year after the disastrous two years at Ducati where he had a chance to compete for the world championship, in 2011 one of his closest friends - not exactly known for being the most cautious driver on the track - died, and finally he was getting old. It's also important to keep some things in mind about Marc: he saw his idol complimenting him since before he took part in MotoGP, he was very young and super thirsty for victory. That said, things started to go downhill at Assen in 2015, Rossi made a Rossi old style overtake and Marc got a taste of it which must have been a bit bitter, so bitter that he called himself “the moral winner of the race", for Valentino, however, that moment was a factor that certainly gave him extra determination, that made him remember who he was before slowly losing himself. Jorge Lorenzo also said it in one of his interviews: “The last straw was in Assen, when they touched each other on the chicane. They were blaming each other" explained Lorenzo, according to him and also according to Valentino that was the moment in which Marc decided to make Rossi lose the world championship. Then when they raced in Australia and Rossi found himself just 11 points behind Lorenzo, he was convinced that Marc had favored Lorenzo at Philip Island, saying that every time he passed Marc then Marc overtook him but only to slow down and give the possibility of letting Jorge pass and putting distance between the two. The fact that Marquez didn't really enjoy Assen was certainly a theory that went in Vale’s favor. In a tense situation like that you tend to overanalyze everything and therefore I understand how easy it was to find malice in Marc's gestures. At that point for Vale it was as if he was fighting for the world championship against two people instead of one, which explains what happened in Sepang which was the culmination of something that had started well before. Marc was in Valentino's way the whole time and so I'm sure Rossi kicked him (even if he says he didn’t) having lost his patience. Imagine driving to try to win your tenth title against your teammate who is faster than you and having a this new talent standing in your way out of annoyance. Vale at this point wasn't racing to be competitive, he was racing to win THE title and instead suffered a defeat both on a sporting and personal level.

At the same time we must also try to understand Marc's point of view: I'm pretty sure that before Sepang Marquez didn't actually intend to sabotage Lorenzo, he certainly didn't like what had happened in Argentina and Assen. Up until that point Valentino hadn't really had the chance to fight him to his full potential, so seeing how Vale was beating him and acting lowkey cocky about it afterwards must not have been very pleasant for Marc. Sepang was the moment in which he decided to repay with the same coin, I don't think that during the race in Sepang Marc was specifically trying to sabotage Valentino, I think it was more of an almost involuntary reaction due to the precedents, but after Sepang without a doubt anyone else would have preferred to see anyone win the world championship other than Valentino. So for Valentino what Marc did was just a child's whim and for Marquez what Rossi did was the reaction of an insecure adult man. I have no difficulty understanding Marc's resentment, if you can call it that, towards Vale, especially knowing how competitive Marc is, but at the same time I also understand how all of Marquez's actions were easily misunderstood by Valentino, especially given the situation in where he was.

for sure man!! 90% of what i do on this blog is try and get at the root of where they’re both coming from during 2015 and this is a lot of it and very well articulated!! and you don’t have to like. pick a side and have a hard line stance here it’s sports who gaf… i just love marc he’s my baby girl…

however. i WILL say. the past where i start slipping into beating vale with hammers territory is the press conference before the race and then the public backlash afterwards. marc was an adult for sure, but it’s GLARINGLY obvious to me that vale had a LOT more control in this situation in terms of the media, and he leveraged that against marc deliberately in ways that kinda sucked! marc got his house broken into! marc got death threats! marc thought, okay maybe he’s not my friend anymore but he’s still my hero, and then vale BLINDSIDED him publicly :( i know vale was going through it and thought marc was sabotaging him but. marc still rates those few weeks as some of the worst of his life. especially considering how young he was at the time. so i still love vale but i’m hashtag team marc here… like he collected his bikes!!! while they were racing!!!! he loved him. and vale REALLY hurt him.

[waru-chan8]

I was not going to say anything, but Pecco has been pissing me off recently so here it is. A rant why all he said is wrong.

Let’s start with him asking a difference between the official and satellite bike. If he managed to get what he wants, development will be slower because only oficial riders will do it. Ducati will no longer use 4-8 riders for the job will be on the official rider’s plates which means:

1) Less time for the set up because you need to focus on the development 2) Slower development because it will be done by 1 or 2 riders because factories will no longer gave new stuff to no-official riders.

At the end of the day, Pecco who complained about having to test, set up the bike and race will have to do it all over again. And he is not ready for hat. If he can’t see his own mistakes, not even when other riders suggest them he is not ready for that responsibility.

About the Fantastic 4 (either Vale-Jorge-Dani-Casey or Vale-Jorge-Dani-Marc) they were on official bikes because they won those places. They were fast because it’s in their ADN and they showed they deserved the official bikes. Dani had said multiple times, for Honda to trust him in 125cc and 250cc he had to prove how fast he was. They where in a factory bike because they showed their potencial and made him ear first the trust and then the spot. Definitely they were not winning because they where there, they where there because they where winning.

About Augusto, he himself said it, he was 4th not due to his pace, it was because he was smart about it. He just went with Zarco because it was a pace above his but just enough that allowed him to do it. Augusto did not override the bike or just did more than he could. He was smart something that other riders can’t said. Plus other rookies had have better results than him. Look at Marc or Dani or Fabio or Brad for example. Rookies have the potential to be wherever they want if they are smart and take it easy.

About not being able to overtake several riders at the same time and how dangerous the first lap is, it all comes to the same thing. Be smart. Brad and Rins do several overtakes just by having better launches and taking the smart line. They don’t engage in pointless fights at the first lap and using the fights some riders do to overtake both riders. Also returning to the pace difference between factory and satellite bikes, first laps will be even more carnage because unless you can actually make them qualify first 10 places official and other places the satellites, there will be more contact as the satellites will try to be in front of the factory even more to show they deserve that factory spot.

And finally, do you know how to solve all those problems? Ban the fucking aero. No aero means that the track will become “wider” and will actually allow more fights, more overtaking and less contact. But of course, aero is Ducati’s signature and you won’t ask for it.

[nxwtonsxngster]

oooh writing questions!

1 Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic. 🌈

2 Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to? 🌈

7 Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it. 🌈

8 Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it. 🌈

11 Is writing your passion or just a fun hobby? 🌈

15 If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose? 🌈

hiii ty for asking! love the rainbows 🌈

1- definitely found family! i write these all the time, they’re so easy to come up with and never fail to warm my heart 🩷

2- omg i wanna try writing enemies to lovers one day! it feels like such a complex trope to come up with, i would make my characters fall in love way too easily haha

7- *digging through my unpublished google docs*

“And without even noticing it, we went from something’s missing to a family.”

this is actually a line that i’ve reused in a few of my fics about jorge adopting minho, i feel like it fits them so well in every universe. i cannot describe how important it is to me, how two broken characters learn how to heal and love themselves through the eyes of the family they never knew they were missing, the way they learn how to love someone in a way they never loved anyone before 🥹🥹➰➰➰

8- same context as question 7! unpublished tst AU, a pre-family conversation (don’t mind the english pls it was written a few years ago back when i was still a bilingual baby)

“What’s the role of a parent ?” Minho asked instead.

“Hm,” Jorge thought about it. “I’d say, guiding your children, taking care of them, protecting them from the danger around, comforting them, always being worried for them, whether they’re right here or miles away. Always watching them, even when they don’t know you are. Always making them your number one priority.” He paused, before his eyes widened. “Oh, and the most important thing : loving them unconditionally.”

Minho laughed. “It sounds like you when you’re around me.”

Jorge tilted his head. “Does it ?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Minho answered. “I mean, I don’t know if you love me, let alone unconditionally, but you guide me. Actually, you guide all of us through the mountains, but… it’s different when it’s just me.”

“How’s that ?”

“I don’t think you even notice,” Minho laughed. “During the day, even if we don’t talk, you look out for me ; you glance at me to make sure I’m still here, you quickly put your hand on my shoulder, you hand me a bottle when you see I’m thirsty, you smile at me when you see I’m tired and discouraged… You’re always with me, in a way or another.”

“Oh,” Jorge said. “Hah, you’re right, I’ve never noticed I was doing all of that. But I do know I’m worried about you ; I just didn’t know you could see it.”

“I can, and I appreciate it. A lot.”

i think i really love this dialogue because it reflects how they naturally click in a family dynamic! and ofc i love writing pre-family eheh

11- i don’t think i have any passions tbh (,,okay maybe tmr) so i’d say it’s a fun hobby!

15- definitely the one i’m writing now!! a teaser would be:

vince and jorge, age 45, meet in the library of a small town by the sea. 27 years ago, vince and jorge, age 18, meet in the high school of that same town by the sea. aka, how the past has to be unfolded to fix the present :)))

i would cry watching this movie

[hypnofur1]

My Life as a Hypno-Fur Queen: Chapter 3

by Hypnofur

I had such a hang over the night after the Biltmore experience. Both an actual, alcohol dehydration induced hang over, and kind of a mental one too. I can’t believe I made my husband, and a perfect stranger lick their own cum off my legs and the floor. That was crazy. Too crazy. I knew I had gone too far.

I had Nick take me home the next day. We never did anything about transferring the mini van to my hard luck sister Denise. We just went home and I slept for like 20 hours. Nick was great. He explained to my Mom that we wouldn’t need her for the rest of the weekend, and just made an excuse that I had come down with a bug. He then took care of the boys for Saturday and Sunday without bothering me at all. I didn’t like hypnotically force him to do that, he just did it because he was a good guy, and my husband who loved me. I had to get back to that. I had to get away from this crazy hypno dominatrix stuff. It was all too much.

I didn’t even wake up until like mid day Sunday. For a moment, when I first awoke in my beautiful house, in my own bed, I heard the laughter of my boys down stairs, and I knew Cindy was back. It felt great. It felt right. Warm, safe, pure, good. But then the phone rang. It was my sister Denise.

“Hi Den” I said as my eyes rolled. She immediately went on and on about the mini van. Why didn’t I drop it off, etc. So annoying. I mean, I know I went back on my word, but like, it was an unbelievably nice favor to just GIVE her a car, so why was she being so annoying about it when it didn’t instantly work out perfectly like she wanted? Because she was awful Denise, that’s why.

I told her I would figure out something for her car problems, and I hung up the phone. A thought of hypnotizing Doug Stumbly to give my sister a car at my command briefly flashed through my head of course, but I quickly shooed it away. I didn’t want to go there. I couldn’t go there.

That night I made us all a nice, healthy grilled chicken dinner. Nick and the boys then watched some sports thing, and I watched it with them. Well, I was in the same room as them at least. I was scrolling through my phone. I found myself on the Stumbly motor group website. Then I caught myself. No! I went back to Instagram. Because I had gone to the site, an ad for Stumbly Motors popped up on my IG. Argh! The stupid social media algorithm was pushing me to turn back into an evil hypnotist as I was trying so hard to be Cindy the caring wife and mom.

But, through what I felt was an unbelievable amount of will power, I made it through the night without any hints of ‘Cynthia’. I was ‘Cindy’ all night. It felt good. It was good. Boring, but good. Well, good-ish. I couldn’t help but notice that Nick hadn’t brought up what happened in Providence at all. He was acting like nothing happened. That was interesting, but probably better. Again, a little bit boring, but probably better.

Jorge the carpenter showed up the next day, as it was now Monday. I could tell I freaked him out with my little performance last week. I laughed to myself as he politely, but timidly, scurried by. It was an evil laugh, so I scolded myself.

I did pretty good the rest of the morning. I got caught up on PTA emails and called my mom and thanked her for coming on Friday. She asked if I was feeling better. In answered with an exuberant “yes”. After all, I was feeling a lot better. I had gone a little bit off the deep end, but now I was back on the straight and narrow.

It wasn’t long before the boys came home from school. They were happy, and I was happy to see them. They asked what was for dinner. Earlier in the morning, I had considered making pork chops. Now though, that seemed like so much work. Ugh, I wasn’t into that.

I texted Nick and told him to bring home wings from the wings place. The boys loved those, and they had a great salad that I liked too. It took Nick a while to respond, which annoyed me.

I have to admit, I was secretly hoping he’d respond wirh “yes Cynthia”, but when he finally did, it was just an “ok”. That was underwhelming… but good. Good for sure. That was better. We had a marriage, a partnership. I wanted a loving husband, not a hypnotized slave to my will. I did, really. But “ok”? That’s it? …. Wait. Nope, I wasn’t going to go down this road.

Jorge the Carpenter came down all nervous. He was explaining how he couldn’t hang the last mirror because of mounting hardware or something, and how he had to leave it on its side up against the wall. I could see that he was afraid to look into my eyes. I was actually getting off on how afraid he was. I was the popular girl in high school, and I admit, I liked when the nerds were afraid of me. High school. I had to think about high school! More to the point, my high school (and middle school) aged boys. I had to think of them, not tormenting a carpenter. I thanked Jorge and let him go, telling him he could worry about the mirror later.

I focused on the boys and caught up with what was going on with them. Well, at least with what few words they’d say. They were teen boys, they weren’t really over communicative with their feelings or experiences. So, the whole conversation lasted like five minutes. Then I was back on my phone. Stupid Instagram kept showing my Stumbly Motor Group ads. His marketing person must have paid extra for like the super algorithm package or something.

I thought about whoever that marketing person might be. Probably some young woman fresh out of college. She probably thought of Doug Stumbly as some stately captain of industry. Which he was, I guess. That marketing person had no idea that her rich, powerful boss had spent Friday night deeply hypnotized playing with himself on his knees at my command. I felt my pussy tingle as I thought about that. No! No, I wasn’t going to go there.

Between that moment and dinner, I did really good. I was cheerful mom and wife Cindy. The boys were thrilled about take out wings on a Monday night. Nick asked why we were doing take out (as opposed to me making something). I was going to come up with a better excuse then “I didn’t want to cook because it was boring”, but I was having trouble thinking of one, so I asked him to pour me a glass of wine. (Asked, not commanded.) I was doing everything right, at least until the first drop of the white wine touched my lips.

I don’t think I’m an alcoholic. I don’t think I’m addicted to hypnotic domination either. I don’t think these things have the better of me, but I’m not entirely sure.

The boys burned through their dinner, then asked to be excused so they could start homework, which really meant video games, but I didn’t really care at that moment. I let them go. In fact, I suggested to Nick that we play a board game. That isn’t as out of the blue as it sounds, we actually have been doing this since we were dating. We both just kind of liked it.

Anyway, he was still finishing his wings and beer. He dipped one of the wings in the ranch sauce that they had given us. Now two glasses of wine in, I felt the wickedness build up inside me. “See, I knew you’d like this better than pork chops. I know you love licking up white creamy stuff.” I said with an evil smile.

He almost choked on the chicken wing “Cindy, Jesus!” He said, shocked.

“What? You obviously do. Which do you like better Nick? That ranch dressing, or your own cum?” I asked. Boy, it really didn’t take me long to flip back to evil. Maybe I do have a problem?

“Cindy, I-“ he stumbled.

“Tell me.” I commanded.

“Ranch dressing” he said.

“Well then why did you lick up your own cum?” I toyed.

“Cindy, c’mon. Stop” he pleaded.

“Tell me” I commanded again.

“Because you made me” he said. God, he almost looked scared of me. “Cindy, please. I’m still trying to even come to grips with that. I mean, this isn’t the kind of thing that we do. Is it? You had that other guy, and me… we were just…. “ he stumbled

“Say the word furs, Nick” I said calmly

“Furs” he said, still looking scared. I should have felt bad about him being scared. Instead, I like… liked it.

“Say the word hypnotized.”

“Hypnotized.” He said quietly.

“Who hypnotizes you Nick?”

“You do”

“Who is your fur queen Nick?”

“You are Cynthia”

“Good. Now, go pour me another glass of wine. “

“Yes Cynthia” he said.

Was he hypnotized? Yes? No? Maybe. He was dominated by my hypnotic power, that was the big picture answer, and that made my pussy tingle. I smiled as he handed me my third glass of wine. I was already a bit buzzed, for sure. “Sit on your knees next to me.” I told him. I could see his erection through his pants. I was afraid the boys would see his tent pole, though I may have been a bit more drunk than I thought at that point, because them seeing him kneeling next to me would also have been pretty weird I guess.

I was working through glass number three pretty quickly. I was getting hot now. Not just like, sexy hot, but legit hot. I took off my sweater and blouse. I had a white, cotton tank top underneath. Then I kicked off my jeans, leaving only my white cotton panties. Nick didn’t say anything, but his eyes were wide as he stared at me. I smiled at him as I confidently walked up to my closet, half dressed.

I stumbled upstairs, finishing my third glass of wine. I grabbed some furs and threw them on the ground, then plopped down. I saw the mirror Jorge was talking about leaning up on the wall in front of me. Feeling wicked, and sexy, I sent a picture to Doug Stumbly. I had far less concern than I should about sending a picture of myself in a tank top and my panties to a man I barely knew. It wasn’t safe, but I ddin’t care.

I took the picture and hit send. Within a few seconds, I could see that he saw it. I couldn’t believe he had his read receipts left on. What a boomer.

Doug: Hello! Lovely picture.

Cynthia: What do u c in the picture Douglas?

Doug: A lovely lady that I made a mistake with.

Uh, not the answer I was looking for. Jeez, these guys lick up their own cum at my hypnotic command one time and they get all freaked out about it.

Cynthia: What else do u c in the picture Douglas?

Doug: I really don’t think this is a good idea. The other night got out of hand I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong idea.

WTF? I send him a picture of me, drunk in basically my underwear, surrounded by furs and it doesn’t do the trick? I was getting pissed. Oh, wait, the furs aren’t white. This weirdo and his incredibly specific fetish only goes for white furs.

Cynthia: Do u c any white furs, Doulgas?

Doug: No.

Cynthia: Does that seem right? Would u like 2 see me in a a white fur, Douglas?

(after a small pause) Doug: Yes

Cynthia: I know u would. Do u want 2 c me in 1?

Doug: I shouldn’t

OK, now we were getting somewhere. I knew I just needed to find the right button to push.

Cynthia: Douglas, I want u to jerk yourself off thinking of me hypnotizing u while I am wearing a white fur. Do as I command.

With that, I threw my phone on the hardwood floor. Not a good way to treat expensive electronics, I know, but I was drunk and careless at that moment.

“Nick, come here!” I slurred loudly. He arrived very quickly. He still looked nervous. That turned me on.

“You like eating cum so much, come eat mine. Do it now my furslave!” I told him. Luckily, he thought to close the door behind him as he rushed to obey my orders and went straight to my pussy.

The power I had over him was as intoxicating as the wine. It was like rockets going off in my head when he licked and sucked my pussy slit and his tongue fucked my hole! I held his head and slowly fucked his face as he worked on my cunt with his mouth and tongue for about a minute. That was all it took to have me grunting and moaning and panting and crying out with my pleasure. God, in retrospect, I hope those videogames were goddamned good that night and kept the boys occupied!

Then another minute of him rubbing his mouth all over my pussy and I screamed and I was cumming and cumming and cumming. Feeling my orgasm sweep over me until it took over my entire mind body and soul and I arched up high off the floor and climaxed. I mean I climaxed like I have never done before. My hips were thrusting up and Nick was holding my ass in his hands and licking.

The hypnosis, the control, the power, and quite frankly the darkness over took me. I was Cynthia the Hypnotic Fur Queen and I was fucking evil in that moment. I looked down at him, not as my loving husband and partner, but as my victim. My hypnotized slave.

“You are mine!” I screamed at him as another orgasm overtook me. When he felt me begin to cum he sucked my pussy, all of it into his mouth!

"Yeah! OH GOD! YES! Eat my cum my slave. Slave Slave!!!!!", I know I screamed it at him.

My slave knew what he was doing and he was already sucking it and I was fucking his face as hard as I could. While I held his head with both hands and pushed against it shoving his mouth harder on my hole He didn't resist or fight me. He let me do whatever I needed to do until I had finished cumming. His Queen’s pleasure was all that mattered.

And… then I passed out.

At least, I think I did. I don’t remember anything from the end of the climax to waking up in my bed the next morning, at like 10:30. Nick must have gotten the kids to be that night, and then up and out for school the next morning. He was such a good Dad, and such a good hypnotized pussy licker. No! Good Dad, I had to leave it at good Dad. OMG, I had such a headache.

I got up and started my hangover cure. Tea, asprin, toast, etc. I was starting to feel better as I started the last part of the process, a nice warm bath. While in there, my mind stumbled across a question. If I passed out last night, and never ‘woke Nick up’, was he still hypnotized right now? Was he able to focus on his work, or was he just sitting there, awaiting my next command? The thought of it turned me on. The memory of him submissively working my pussy with his slave mouth turned me on even more.

I fingered myself in the bathtub.

Holy shit. I was like a crazed sex addict.

Fortunately, that was enough to get me through the rest of the morning, and allowed me to be more or less normal when my mom called. She was of course acting like Denise’s freakin’ advocate again, going on and on about the fucking car. My mood was totally shot. I knew I had to handle this car thing for Denise, or they were just going to nag me to death about it. Fuck. Fine. Maybe I’d just handle it today.

It was like 2:00 at this point. I called Nick at the office and told him to come home. It was freaking pouring out, but I didn’t care, I had made up my mind to go down to Providence and handle this car thing. I was putting on my make up and really doing myself up as the boys got home. I just let them play video games right away with some Doritos I bought them. Fuck it, I wasn’t preparing carrots and hummus and filling out the homework chart today. I was just not feeling the ‘mom’ thing. The afternoon was about preparing for a seduction.

Nick seemed… different when he got home. Not hypnotized, persay. He was talking to the boys, and acting normal around them. But something interesting happened when they weren’t around. He got very quiet. He didn’t complain or even ask why I made him come home early from work. Testing a theory, I abruptly told him, “Nick, pour me a glass of wine”

“Yes Cynthia” he said calmly, then immediately went to pour it.

Wow. I was still Cynthia to him. That was fascinating. I wanted to explore this, but Denise annoyingly called me about the car thing again. Then my mom did. Jesus, she was like Denise’s fucking agent sometimes. This had to be the last day of this. I told her I was going to handle it, but that she had to come watch the boys and figure out dinner. She agreed easily.

The glass of wine was nice, but I knew I should stop there. I went to go pick out an outfit as I was putting together a plan. I decided to go with a “rich WASPY” look. I grabbed a cashmere sweater with gold buttons that I had bought for a conference trip that I joined Nick on a few years ago. I knew it made my boobs look great, while still looking classy. It paired nicely with a chanel skirt and sexy, but not slutty, heels. I heard the rain coming down as I grabbed the beautiful silver and white fur that first caught Doug’s eye. Fur doesn’t do well wet, so that was going to be a problem. Refusing to let obstacles stop me, I went with a not quite as nice one that I had grabbed off ebay. I figured it would be enough to do the trick. My mom asked why I was dressed so fancy. I told her I read in a negotiating book that it helped to look rich when buying a car. In truth, it was probably the exact opposite, but she bought it, so I didn’t fight it. I quietly told Nick to bring the bottle of wine and a glass in the car for me while I distracted my mom with details.

The ride down was so strange. It was like Nick was my chauffer, not my husband. It’s not a short ride from our house to Providence either, it was like two hours, especially with the rain. We finally arrived at the Stumbly Motors offices, which were in the downtown. It was winter, so it was dark by the time we got there, but thankfully, not yet 5:00. I had Nick drop me off at the door. I instructed him to go park and wait for me to signal him. When I got out of the car and stood up, I really felt the effects of the wine.

I went inside the very nice office building. There was a security desk at the front. Of course the guards were all checking me out as they directed me to the Stumbly Offices. As I approached, there were glass doors with a young, attractive receptionist sitting at the desk beyond. That didn’t surprise me at all, that’s exactly who I expected to be working at a car dealership’s headquarters. I greeted her with the air of superiority she likely expected based on my outfit. She assumed I was a big deal, so she didn’t even ask why I wanted to talk to Mr. Stumbly, and just sent me to his office down the hall.

That’s where things got a little tricky. He had a secretary sitting at a desk right outside of his office. Unlike a pretty 20-something that didn’t try that hard, this was a woman in like her 50’s. Not ideal. She looked up from her computer at me with an inquisitive look. I had to get ahead of this situation.

“I’m here to see Mr. Stumbly.” I said adamantly as I approached, never slowing down my gait.

“He’s in a meeting Ms….” The woman said.

“Davidson.” I answered, “I’ll wait. He’ll know what this is about. I don’t want coffee, tea, or water.” I said as I just marched right into his office, right by the shocked older woman. To be honest, I didn’t know if this was going to work or not. For that matter, I didn’t know if the meeting Doug was in was taking place in his office. He had a big wooden door that was closed, but thankfully not locked. I went right inside and closed the door behind me. No one was inside, so apparently the meeting was in a conference room or something.

I held my breath for a minute inside the office, thinking the old bag was going to barge in and kick me out, but that didn’t happen. A minute turned into two, which turned into five. When I was finally confident that she wasn’t coming in, I immediately started to get impatient waiting for Doug. How long was this stupid meeting?

I finally heard muffled voices outside the thick wood door. I knew that the hag was trying to explain how I just barged in. My heart jumped as I saw the door handle start to turn as he entered. But then, I felt like I could hear his heart jump as he saw me standing behind his desk, a white fur coat hung by my elbows. Staring right at him with my seductive, dangerous eyes.

“Hello Douglas” I purred.

I immediately saw his eyes flash with emotion. Surprise, anger, and fear all mixed in. I didn’t know which of the three would win the triangular tug of war.

“You can’t be here! I can’t believe you did this!” he said in a ‘yelling whisper’. Looked like anger won, or at least took an early lead.

I’ll admit, his rage unnerved me a bit. I feel like I did a really good job of masking that though. On the outside, I exuded full, unshakeable, sultry confidence. “What, you don’t think I look good in this white fur, Douglas?” I said, immediately leaning on the fetish thing. (I know guys)

“No, I mean, yes you do. It’s not that…. “ he stammered, before regaining his pissed off whisper voice. “This is my place of business!”

“Yes, I know that Douglas. That’s why I am here.” I said cryptically. I was about to get rolling with my plan, but he interrupted.

“I want you to leave!” he whisper demanded.

Silly Dougie. It wasn’t going to be that easy. “You don’t want me to stroke your temples with this white fur for a few minutes first?” I asked coyly.

He paused. Then he paused more. “No” he said weakly.

“Sit down here at your desk Douglas” I said, pointing to his large leather desk chair that I was now standing behind.

He hesitated.

“Douglas, I want you to sit down now. Obey me.” I said, calmly but authoritatively. His legs listened to my call and moved him over to the seat. I softly and gently helped him into the chair. I wasted no time in slowly moving my soft, fox fur sleeves up his the side of his face. I then purposefully moved my warm finger tips to his temples and started stroking. I made sure to keep the fur still in contact with his head. I was very deliberate in this in order to keep his fetish working for me. I could tell just from the sound of his breathing that I was having an effect on him, so I started in with my hypnotic induction before he could even speak.

“I want you to take a deep breath in and feel yourself relax. I want you to feel your arms so relaxed, so weightless. I’ll just help you relax quickly, then I’ll be on my way. No one will suspect anything you have nothing to worry about so you can just sit here and enjoy the feeling of the white fur, and the feeling of the soft touch of my fingertips and my feminine voice.” She said, trying to put him at ease and focus on the enjoyment of it all.

“So, you can just go ahead and feel all of the anxiety just slip away from you. A feeling of pure contentment, of pure tranquilty comes over you. You just feel so wonderful being here with me. So relaxed. Just letting yourself drift into a deep state of relaxation, just like you did the other night. And it feels so wonderful, and so relaxing that you just let yourself float into a wonderful, deep state of hypnosis. You know that feeling now. You’ve been craving it, I’m sure. It’s here now. I’m here now. So you feel so deeply relaxed, so peacefully heavy. In fact, I want you to imagine that you are in a beautiful chair, completely covered in white fur. I’m behind you, stroking your temples, just like I am now.” I said, getting an idea. It was a twist on a pretty standard thing, but if figured it would get him going. Then, at the last minute, I decided to spice it up.

“And I want you to imagine that you are naked Douglas. You are naked, but you are on the soft white fur chair, and you have an incredibly thick and soft white fox fur blanket over you. I have enveloped your body in fur as I am enveloping your mind. Mmmm, can you feel that Douglas?” I asked.

“Yess” he answered dreamily.

“Good, so good. That makes me happy. In front of you is a window. A giant window that looks out to a beautiful sky. The feel of the soft fur on you, the feeling of my fingertips, and my soft voice in your ears all make you feel so wonderful and relaxed. They make you feel so amazing. And as you drift deeper and deeper into a wonderful state of relaxation, you feel so wonderful and relaxed. You so warm and soft in the fur. So wonderful and relaxed. No worries, just in my thrall. Completely worry free as you let go to me more and more. Now, I want you to look up and see how beautiful the wonderful blue sky is before you. Just relax more and more as you continue to look higher and higher into the deep blue sky, as all of the fluffy clouds are before you. There is no anxiety, there is only a wonderful feeling of contentment flowoing over you . As you just float deeper and deeper, you feel all of the tension in your body simply dissolve away. It is the type of profound relaxation that you can never really appreciate until you have moments like this. When you can feel the sound of my voice relaxing you deeper and deeper. Into a deep state where this is no stress, no anxiety. There is only relaxation, and comfort. A place of wonderful relaxation. A place of wonderful hypnosis. My hypnosis.

And as you drift even deeper now into my hypnosis, you realize that you just want to follow my voice further and further. You realize that you want to go deeper and deeper into this hypnosis, for me. You want to stare so deep into my sky. You want to feel so wonderful and relaxed. As you let yourself drift into a deep, deep state of hypnosis. I want you to look out into the horizon, before you. Where you see the land and the sky meet. You see a beautiful setting sun. Just in the horizon, casting a wonderful and beautiful cast of light over the horizon, over the earth, over the sky. And you just feel so wonderful and relaxed as you just drift into a deep state of tranquility. I am going to count down from the number five to the number zero, and as I do the sun will set. The sun will be completely below the horizon, and you well feel so relaxed and so wonderful. With every number that I say, this feeling will just get a thousand times deeper, and a thousand times stronger. You’ll feel the need to listen to my voice and take in everything that I say. You know it through the power of the sound of my voice that you have been brought into this wonderful state of relaxation. Into this wonderful state of my hypnosis. So you just want to listen to my voice more, and slip deeper into relaxation, and under my spell.

Five, the sun slowly begins to set. And as it does, you know it is time for your subconscious mind to just listen to my voice. And it is time for your conscious mind to just sleep, and go into a deep state of hypnotic slumber

Four. You know it is time to relax and just listen to my voice. It is time to relax and just take in everything that I say so that you can just drift deeper and deeper and relax into a state of deep hypnosis.

Three. You just feel so wonderful and so good, completely surrounded by the white fur. The sun is just setting further down the horizon. Further and further. And as it does, the lights just get more beautiful, more comfortable. They get more soothing. They get dimmer and dimmer, but as they do, you get calmer and calmer.

Two. You see the beautiful sun set. The beautiful rays, the reds, the oranges. Even purples. Every color you see in a sunset, and the colors are so majestic. It is so beautiful, and you just want to listen to my voice more and more and more and go deeper and deeper into hypnosis for me.

One. The sun barely has its crest over its horizon. And you know that when it sets completely, its going to be time to have your conscious mind completely asleep, and have your subconscious mind just listen to everything that I say. Because everything that I say is so important, and you just want to accept everything that I say.

Zero. You know that you just need to obey my voice. The sun is completely set, and you see a beautiful night sky all around you. It feels so beautiful and relaxing to breath in nice and deeply and relax completely. You know it’s time to just listen to my voice. You know it’s time to just take in everything that I say. So just relax and drift deeper into a deep state of relaxation.” I said, knowing full well he was completely deep.

I’ll admit, I didn’t know whether the old bag at the desk was going to barge in or not, so I was glad to have gotten to this point, as he was now totally under, and it wouldn’t matter if a band of elephants ran through. Still, I was glad I didn’t have to deal with her. I continued, getting now to the exciting parts.

“As you sit there listening to the wonderful sound of my voice. You know you just want to take in everything that I say. And everything that I say becomes a wonderful and perfect truth in your brain. You know this, because it is through the power of the soft touch of the white fur, the soothing feel of my fingertips, and the sound of my voice that you have been brought to such a wonderful place of hypnosis for me. You know it through the power of these you have been brought to such a deep place of relaxation and pleasure, where your mind is completely open to everything that I say.

You know in this deep state of hypnosis, that you want to listen to my voice and accept everything that I say. And you know the first thing that you want me to say, and that you want to accept into your brain is that you know that I am your Queen, your Fur Queen. You love me being in control of you. You love being my furslave. You love it when I’m in control. You love it when you just obey me and serve me. In whatever I say, whatever I tell you . You just listen to the sound of my voice. Just giving you any order that I say, any command that I give you. You feel so addicted to being so deeply hypnotized by your Fur Queen. To be so completely relaxed. To be so completely owned by me. That’s what you know. That’s what you desperately, desperately want. So wonderful, so relaxing. And that’s what you want. To be so comfortable, so relaxed, so hypnotized. Very deeply hypnotized and obedient to me. You are a loyal subject to your Fur Queen Douglas.

You’ll give me anything I want. Anything at all. Won’t you Douglas? Say yes Cynthia”

“Yes Cynthia” he answered. God, that got me so turned on. I felt my dominant streak flare up.

“Get out of the chair, get on your knees. Face me” I commanded sharply. As he exited his big leather desk chair, I sat down in it. I slowly and seductively crossed my legs in front of him as he stared at me from his now kneeling position. God, this all felt so powerful.

“What is the most expensive car you have on your lot?” I said, definitely feeling cocky.

“The Mercedes Benz EQE” he replied docilly.

“Is it a sports car?” I asked. I don’t know cars that well.

“yes Cynthia” he said. I momentarily fantasized about whipping around like that. I’m sure it only had two seats, and no way for me to bring the kids, or my mom, or groceries or anything, but Cynthia didn’t care about that. Those were Cindy problems. Maybe I’d make him give me that? Then again, I live in stupid Massachusetts, where it is winter like six months of the year. Getting stuck on a hill, or sliding into a telephone pole was kind of both a Cindy problem and a Cynthia problem.

“What is your most expensive SUV?”

“The Mercedes GLC AMG” he answered.

“Mmmm. Mercedes. Don’t you think I’d look amazing in a Mercedes, Douglas?” I said, batting my eyes at him.

“Yes Cynthia” he said, I could tell he was so deeply infatuated with me.

“Good. Have someone get it. I want to drive it home tonight” I commanded.

“I-I can’t” he said weakly.

“Why not??” I asked, very annoyed that he didn’t obey without question.

“Paperwork, registry, especially for out of state… I’m sorry, but it will take at least a day” he said, almost fearful.

Nick and I have bought cars before, so I knew this was true. I realized I’d have to come back tomorrow. Probably best, I was actually pretty drunk, so filling out paperwork might not have been the best plan… nor was driving myself home. Ok, I guess it was time to wrap this up. “Who do you serve Douglas?” I said, looking deep in his eyes.

“I serve you my Fur Queen” he said, likely so glad I was not going to lose my shit over the paperwork stuff.

“Again”

“I serve you my Fur Queen”

“Are you hard, Douglas?” I asked, getting a aroused again by his chants of submission.

“Yes Cynthia” he said.

“Good, but I don’t want you to come unless I give you permission, do you understand? And you aren’t going to be able to cum until you see your Fur Queen drive away in the Mercedes, do you understand?” I said, really feeling my power. God I was so turned on.

“Yes Cynthia” he replied like an obedient little puppy.

“Good. Make it happen” I said flatly. And with that, I just got up and walked by him, right out the door. The cranky old bat at the desk scowled at me as I walked by. No matter, I’d have that bitch fired if she looked at me wrong one more time. That thought made me feel even more powerful.

I was completely basking in that power as Nick picked me up that the door. Again, he was more my chauffer than my husband. He didn’t say a word. He was just like a faithful servant. My servant. There to fucking serve me. Fuck, I loved that. Rhode Island is very small, so we soon crossed over the Massachusetts border on the highway. I was getting so turned on thinking about all of my power. I told Nick to pull into a rest area I saw a sign for.

There wasn’t a McDonalds or a convenience store at this rest area, it was only for people that needed to park for a minute. I directed him to a space where there weren’t many other cars. It was dark, cold, and the rain was coming down hard. No one was out of their car, and the few cars that were there had fogged up windows, probably from people reading maps or answering texts.

I turned to Nick as I opened the Mini Van door and said, “I want you to come please me. Obey me now!” And with that I stepped out of our family car, then stepped out of my panties, letting them fall to the parking lot ground. Nick came around as instructed and kneeled in front of my pussy. I lifted my posh chanel skirt up to give him access, and he went to town.

My husband, my one time partner, was now my hypnotized, obedient slave, licking my pussy outside in a public rest area in the freezing cold rain, as my hands dug into his hair. It was so wrong, but so decadent. I noticed one of the the fogged up windows a few spaces away suddenly had a hand wiping it clear. I stared into that car and laughed wickedly as I enjoyed Nick’s inexperienced, but enthusiastic tongue on my clit.

Then my face got hit with a very bright spotlight. The light was rolling towards me. I soon realized it was the side spotlight from a police car. Feeling sassy beyond sassy, I just told Nick to keep going as I stared down the officer as they were rolling by. Well, I think I stared down the officer, I really couldn’t see a thing with the spotlight in my face. But, my peripheral vision did pick up the fact that there was steam coming off my body and skin in the freezing cold rain. I thought about how that must look to the officer. A beautiful, rich looking woman getting eaten out as the rain hit her and she was literally steaming hot. It was like something from a music video, or a porn.

“Let’s go hun, you can’t work here” the officer said from his car.

I didn’t know what he meant. What did he mean work? Oh shit, he thought I was a prostitute. Ok, I guess that wasn’t a wildly outlandish assumption. I was going to just get back in the mini van and go… but like I said, sassy beyond sassy. “I’m not working” I said loudly to the officer through the rain, never breaking my gaze of where I thought he was. “He’s my husband”

“Sir, can you please get up?” The officer said to my hypnotized husband, who had not stopped pleasuring me orally.

“He only hears my voice” I said. Fuck, that was so hot to say.

“Sir. Get up now!” the officer shouted.

“He’s deeply hypnotized. He only hears and obeys my voice” I told the officer again, still with my wicked, sexy stare and all the steam coming up around me.

The State Trooper said nothing in return, instead the spotlight turned from me and went to our license plate. Nick kept working me at my command. After a few minutes, the officer got out of his car and approached us. He was very tall. Looked to be early thirties.

“Mrs. Davidson, I don’t know what kind of game you and Mr. Davidson are playing here”, he said, clearly getting our names off of the our plates that he ran in his cruiser, “but this is a public rest area. I can arrest you for this.” He said… but not that firmly. Usually Statie’s tried to intimidate. I thought one was going to shoot me on 93 once because I was going like 11 miles over the limit. But this guy wasn’t doing that. Hmmm.

“Nick, stand up, see only me.” I said flatly, looking at the officer right in the eye as I did so. I straightened my skirt as Nick stood and looked at me. I looked at the officer’s name badge. “You are intrigued by this, aren’t you… Trooper Bates?” I said, raising an eyebrow.

“Ma’am, I –“

“Open your mind and hear my phone number. Remember it. 978-555-6387” I said to him, interrupting whatever stuttering he was going to do.

“Nick, open my door. Pay no attention to the officer.” I said, never breaking my stare with Trooper Bates. Nick followed my orders of course, and I went back into the mini van. Trooper Bates just stood there, frozen. He was turned on by this. I knew the look by this point. That look fueled my crazy, and emboldened me. I rolled down the mini van window.

“My panties are on the ground there Trooper Bates. Pick them up, and take custody of them. Text me later this week, and I’ll tell you what your next step is.” I said before rolling up the window but still not breaking eye contact. When the window was up, I told Nick to pull away and drive home. Trooper Bates did not move. He just stood out there at that rest stop in the pouring rain, watching us drive away.

Holy shit, I was officially crazy.

And officially cold, like freezing. I was soaking wet… and I mean my clothes and hair and stuff. I turned up the heat full blast and told Nick to drive as fast as he safely could. The wine, the power rush, the adrenaline, was all catching up to me. I was exhausted.

Nick went to work the next morning, so I woke up alone. It was so fucking bright in my room. Ugh. I was hung over again. I tried to catch up mentally as to what was going on. I remembered hypnotizing Douglas in his office, a totally weird thing at a rest stop with a cop, and the fact that I needed to go back down to Stumbly Motors today to pick up the car.

So, this was an interesting time for me. I was working on my headache (food, asprin, etc), and hopped in the shower. It was very much a weekday, and I am emphasizing DAY. I felt like Cindy. But, at the same time, I felt like the further Cynthia went each time with all this craziness, the more I was like always Cynthia too. With that said, today would be a good test for Cynthia.

I threw on some of my regular clothes. A black logo t-shirt and some black jeans. It a blustery cold winter day, so wearing a fur totally made sense, and I of course chose a white one, as I was meeting with Douglas. Putting the fur on definitely increased the Cynthia vibes, but figuring out a train schedule to Providence, and working all that out was very Cindy-ish.

The train took me to the Providence train station, and I hailed a cab from there to take me to Stumbly motors. I was already in the cab when I realized I should have just commanded Doug to send a car. I guess I wasn’t that experienced a controller of people yet. That made me feel very Cindy-ish.

But then the cab driver seemed to be totally checking me out. He asked me what I did, and I told him I was a hypnotist. That made me feel very Cynthia-ish. He asked if I helped people quit smoking and stuff. I told him no, that I turned them into my obedient servants. He gave a nervous laugh while looking at me in the windshield mirror. I arched an eyebrow, as if to say “what about that do you find funny?”. He was quiet the rest of the short trip. That made me feel very Cynthia-ish. In fact, I was really feeling that was the cab pulled up. I stepped out in front of Stumbly Motors and looked up the building. Doug’s building. But then again, Doug was now mine… so in effect, this building was now mine. Stumbly Motors was now mine.

I fucking loved that…

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