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eccentricallygothic · 6 months ago

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Description: Trying to get Robb's attention is one thing, but when you have successfully landed yourself in his crosshairs is another.

Pairing: Brat Tamer Prodigal Son!Robb Stark | Spoilt Brat!You.

Warning(s): Brat taming, jealousy, spanking, punishment, unprotected p-in-v, doggy style (it's me), claiming, manhandling (it's Robb), power imbalance, degradation, light misogyny, Robb's BDE because I live for that shit, corporal punishment ig, boob play. MDNI.

Type: Request, here.

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“You do realize you will land us both in trouble if you keep this up, yes?” Jon does not look up at his older brother's betrothed half out of respect and half out of the playful annoyance he feels for the spoiled girl batting her eyelashes down at him with faux coyness.

“What trouble?” The male rolls his eyes as he works away at his sword. “I haven't the slightest inkling of whatever you mean, Jon” he resists the urge to scoff at your obvious innocence.

The uncharacteristic nature of your actions makes you stick out like a sore thumb. The forced lady-like smile that holds your features in an uncomfortable shift due to lack of experience, the way you hover above his head in a flirtatious side hang even though you never behave in this manner around the opposite sex save one, the overdone grace with which you tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear and the little tilt of your head that is accompanied by a confused and senseless giggle fitting to women, the pains with which you put this effort forward is painfully obvious.

“Right” the object of his discomfort -something you have in common with said object, at times- appears on the horizon of his vision and Jon sighs.

Well, there goes his hope of not becoming the collateral today.

“No, tell me what you meant” though you aren't used to or too comfortable with leaning into men, you do so because you have also caught the quiet figure in your own peripherals and unlike Jon, you welcome the circumstance like the fool you are. “I want to know, Jon~” the dark haired male uncomfortably shifts away from you who puts an extra swing in your sway towards him. He lets out a suppressed scoff and glares at you. The two of you have been friends long enough for him to know exactly what it is that you are doing.

“Stop” you know each other too well to be affected by any proximity with each other but Jon's older brother who is an advocate of propriety has taught his younger brother that this distance with a lady one is not related to seldom fares well and thus his teachings show in his behavior. “You—” though he decides not to beat around the bush for any longer, it is too little too late.

Alas.

“Father calls for you, Snow” the male in question releases a breath he was not aware he was holding and jumps to his feet abruptly with a gladness he is still cautious of since his brother likes to get unfair at times despite being well acquainted with your personality.

Jon departs, or rather flees the scene without another word.

A smirk makes its way onto your face so you turn your ‘unsuspecting’ back to the hairy giant, bending to pick up your upper coat that you had shrugged off in a bout of confidence. Though you aren't the sharpest and certainly don't possess the perception of your betrothed, you hear him approach you in his manly and wise silence as you clear the haystacks of your coat in one swift movement and resume an upright position.

“Oh!” You exclaim with a surprise so artificial that the impurity nearly cuts Robb because of how he always dons the gold of honesty and valor. “My heart!” You use your endearment for him for Robb neither likes to hear you refer to him by name in public nor does he prefer you call him by his titles. “When did you get here? You were not a moment ago!”

The coolest, most small smile spreads over his rosy lips and Robb tips his head back an inch to grant himself a better look at your audacity. The milky skin under his eye slightly twitches in response to him narrowing his eyes at you. Though he says nothing, you can still hear his rhetorical inquiry in that sarcastic way of his that you are well familiar with due to how long you have known him.

“Whatever’s the matter, my love?” Robb has to resist the urge to scoff at the extra pitch in your voice because of the pretentiousness you are putting into your performance.

He just stares at you for a good while, studying you, perhaps giving you a chance. So much so that there comes a point where you feel yourself gulping down a bile from your rising nervousness. But unlike many other times, you refuse to give in today. Like husband, like wife. After all, you rebelled against your nature today to end up here, in this ‘predicament’. Giving up now would be to waste all your effort and turn your bold attempt futile.

“Come” he says after you know not how many minutes pass but before you can say anything, Robb’s hairy claw has already seized your smaller hand within it. It is unlike his nature too, for usually he is the effortless victor in a battle of wits between the two of you.

“Oh!” But you are used to being treated like the most delicate and valuable thing to ever exist. You have been raised in a manner which has accustomed you to everyone giving in to your demands and wishes. The firm manner in which Robb balances all things with a just foresight is most undesirable to you, fancy for him or not. Things should always go your way in the design of your desire, and not in a way that is mindful of safeguarding the welfare of other people too, unlike your dearest. If it does as a byproduct, jolly. If it does not, well, then that is simply not your pain to bear. And whilst you underwent this stunt to provoke Robb and his attention, the way your smaller body is being dragged somewhere through the dark hallways of the estate with a rigidity typical to your betrothed, it is hardly the conclusion you planned.

Not like this.

“Oh, my!” Your brutish man's ironhold is beast-like as you try to free yourself of it. But what good is a mere pip against a wolf out for blood? “Stop, stop!” You huff and puff half out of your liking to test him to the best of your ability and half because your scheme was not to be so quickly overthrown with such ease!

No, he was supposed to get jealous and sulk in the envy your behavior was aimed to stir in him due to your treatment of his brother. Then he was supposed to fight for your attention and give in to all demands bestowed upon him by you and fulfill any and every need you may have. Robb was to kneel down to you like everyone else in your life did and strike conversation to get you to shower the blessings of your company upon him. He was to say the first word and you were to act like he usually did; with a teasing indifference to make him haste harder for your notice. Except, your little mind failed to realize that you yourself had broken the very first rule of your own game not too long ago when you had spoken.

And now as you are pushed into a little room for the stored animal feed and other domestic necessities before your smaller body is pushed like a delinquent babe's to bend over hay forming a stack half your size, you whimper and pout as your pampered elbows itch from the dried grass. This outcome is far from what you had expected of your contrivance. This is not supposed to be it.

“We are not wed yet, my Lord!” Your mouth runs its senseless attempts in vain. “Oh no!” You try to worm your body free from his elbow that he settles between your shoulder blades to nail you in place as the rest of his arm lays down along the length of your back, the tips of his fingers pressing against the twin dents in your tailbone. “This—”

“All that fuss to have my attention, dove” when he does speak, the guttural quality of his throat shushes you into silence. “Only to raise mayhem and put up such fight when it has been granted to you” you feel the fingers of his free hand dance along the plump, clothed cushions of your buttocks and your eyes widen as though the position he had put you in was not telling enough.

No, no, no!

He is supposed to get on his knees and worship you!

Not discipline you like a guardian does a misbehaving child!

“Perhaps they are correct in what they say about a woman's eternal uncertainty in what she wants herself” not entirely true. You do know what you want. But if you confess it to him this will get even worse for you! He must not know! You shall conceal it like your life depends on it!

Or so you scheme in your naivete, for you have behaved in similar ways more times than one.

But trying to flirt with another man? That is new.

And Robb is very determined to find out the source of that course of action.

“Ugh,” you shake your shoulders in a futile attempt once more. “Do not be a cruel brute!” You order the future King of the North like you are in any position to bark at a man of his stature. “I am not one of your savagely bannermen! I— ah!” A furious hiss shoots through your lips when his free hand comes down upon the midpoint of your cheeks that jiggle feverishly from the impact. You whine at the sting that goes all the way down to your pucker and though Robb is wordless, he curses under his breath when he realizes that you are not wearing adequate underclothing despite his constant advice and request that you do.

How typical of you.

The young man brings another strong hand down upon your rear at the thought and you let out such an exaggerated sound -in his opinion, as he is scarcely aware of the extent of his own strength- that it mimics a cackle. Only, it is one of woe. Your hips desperately try to find solace in swerving the endangered half of your body out of his line of devastation but your wolf-man is far too strong.

“Aaaa!” You furiously wail like a delinquent puppy being set straight, digging your elbows into the hay and your head in your arms to withstand the thunderous rain of your betrothed's hand on your buttocks. “I demand you stop this immediately, Robb!” Your whines are muffled and pathetic in their contrast to your words.

“It will not be until you tell me whose plot your little performance was” you gulp and bark out a wheeze to respond and it is like he senses the lie that goes to bud on your tongue and he swats it away with a foreseeable slap to the underside of your rear. “And you best think twice before giving me a false answer,” you shake your whole body and your head in protest and pain when he spanks you again. “Or so help me gods.”

But you remain faithful to your nature and preserve your brain's unutilized state by choosing to, after all, lie. “I- I have not the slightest idea what you mean!” Robb releases a cool, mirthless scoff and shakes his head at you, his palm now taking turns on each of your cheeks as it comes out in strong, powerful hits that he lands with well paced delays so you can fully feel the ache of one strike before the next lands. “O- Ow! T- There was no- ah— p- plot! Nevermind a- any performance!” He sighs as if to lament what is about to happen to you next.

“Fine” your eyes widen and you squawk in shock like you aren't accustomed to this or you were not hoping to arouse a more ideal variant of this outcome anyway. “Have it your way then, my dove” oh… that never fares well for you.

And Robb proves your suspicion true when he lifts your skirts out of the way and tucks them under the hand that sits on your lower back like a menacing serpent with unkind intentions. “Tsk,’’ a strong strike is given to your barely secure intimates before he tugs your poor excuse for undergarments down.

What?

They are uncomfortable!

It is not your problem if the man of your future household is too pedant and fastidious!

He always laughs at it and just ruffles your hair but you are unyielding in your belief that he is the way he is because your betrothed is adamant on reaching bachanalness three times faster than other people his age.

“Ouch, my heart, please!” You cannot help but whine out an endearment though you absolutely do not want to because you are just as cross with him as he is with you! Ugh! He never falls in your traps! Why is he so clever?! Is this what your mother meant when she told you that you were finally going to have someone who would handle you like you ought to be the day Robb asked your father for your hand in marriage? “It hurts!”

You gasp in realization.

The pieces fall into place.

It does make sense.

Gods, the world conspires against you!

This is not fair at all!

Robb's cruel palm is unrelenting even when it begins to tingle upon coming into contact with your bare and blushing skin over and over. “Tell me the name, my angel, and I will cease this immediately” he spreads your legs with one strong jerk of his hand and your whole body undergoes a turbulence. “You know I hate this just as much as you do” before you can feel any warmth for your cruel lover for he always tells you that he does not like to punish you, his lowered hand comes upwards in a vertical hit and collides against your drenched petals. The impact reverberates through your whole being and your mouth falls open at the way your folds shake. “Make haste, sweet one.”

Your eyebrows come together in a tight, angry knot and your cheeks puff at his condescending tone. “N- No name!” You bark out of spite and clutch at the hay angrily. “There was no one!” The compressed dried grass comes loose in your hold and you add. “You have gone completely mad, you hoary troll!” The way Robb audibly chuckles at that causes the arm that he has on your back to buzz into your spine.

You gulp because he is a man of a few words and even lesser noise. So this cannot mean anything good. Although you are quite determined in your resolve, you still have to bite your lip to suppress the whimper that you let out when his offending hand now begins to softly caress the blemished skin of your buttocks and sit spots. For you know his touch and it is not this when he means to be genuinely affectionate.

Just what kind of a predicament have you landed yourself into?

“I see.” You hear the zip of harnesses coming undone and the thump of coats hitting the floor. “Then nevermind the actions of a mad man precisely how we will the name of your fellow conspirator, my dear” you are confused by his words but the feeling of his tip aligning against you when he gets behind you and takes your sore thighs -for Robb never punishes your buttocks alone but all the spots in their vicinity- in his strong fingers that are decorated in scars which bear testament to his experience in conquest, causes a tumult in your determination-taut brain from the burst of sensation and the upper half of your body relaxes as result of all tension shifting to your nether regions.

You mewl as you feel the delicious burn of your entrance that your beloved had deflowered some time ago stretch around the thick tip of his cock that makes love making feel like the first time whenever your balmy cavern is made to accommodate his manhood. “Oh! I can't take it!” You throw your head back and moan, forgetting everything else and getting lost in the flutters of pleasure you have been taught to find in the strain his cock causes on your flesh band. “You're too big, love!” Robb curses under his breath when the leaking apex of his cock is met with resistance against your folds that he feels quivering against him. “P- Please help me take it!” He just has to give a sharp strike to the underside of one of your buttocks to accompany with his scoff.

You are such a fox.

Saying all the agreeable things in that obedient tone of yours that he knows better than to trust.

He shakes his head at the surprised squeal you whimper out as though the events of the last quarter did not happen.

“Whoever said anything about you taking it, my sweet dove?” Horror creeps down your spine in the form of an ice cold shiver.

No.

“B- But— aaaah!” You are stinging, aroused, open but not filled and inching closer and closer to mindless, undignified desperation. “But!”

“Hm?” Robb seems to be enjoying himself, ever the master of restraint and self control, as he penetrates you only to the wide hilt of his tip before he sloshes it right out of your entrance only to repeat the tortuous action where your walls clench and bathe with slick in anticipation of his cock only for their buzzing excitement to be denied satisfaction.

“W- What…” You rarely ever misbehave once he has you like this. But your wanton frustration makes you kick one foot as you huff. “Why would you— oh!” You bite your lip because of the shoddy pleasure that sparks but fails to ignite, leaving your body on a trembling edge that brings you to heaven's door each time he fishes his way past your swollen folds and plops into you never to let you sheathe him thus denying you the paradise beyond. “W- Why are you doing that?!” You finally break from your pretentious rhetoric as you try to push yourself down on his shaft but strength has never been grounds for competition between the two of you.

Robb's nearly inhuman hold keeps you detained exactly where he wants you. “Doing what?” It's his time to display faux behavior and you huff although you know deep down in your mind that it would not do much to move him and would rather only land you in more trouble.

“That!” You cry when you feel his cock release more precum right at the threshold of your cavern because of how he fucks your entrance with a warm, torturous gentleness that scorches both of your insides alike. “Why w- won't you put it in, cruel ogre!”

A satisfied smirk suppresses Robb's breaths that grow heavier with the passing moments. “Why, I am a mad and cruel ogre-troll, my dove” he enters you again and this time both his hands come down on your cheeks in the form of slaps at once and you howl. “And creatures of my like have queer ways beyond the comprehensive abilities of pretty little things like yourself” you whine and your toes curl at how the frustration morphs into a dull ache in the mound between your legs.

The painful twitching of your sex makes you croak and you try to move your hips once more. “No! No!” You gurgle on your own spit as you vehemently shake your head.

“No?” Robb's inquiry is nice, somewhat kind even… unlike his heartless actions.

“No!” You affirm as you feel your knees ache and sore thighs quiver. You are a sensitive little thing. Rough handling is not a domain you are much acquainted with beside the brief encounters you have with it sometimes during spells of passion with your dearest betrothed. “No, the light of my life, you're not! You—” your back arches and you cry and pout like an entitled juvenile not getting their way, your frivolous unrest and feverish jittering making his great form that looms behind you like the silhouette of doom itself to shake in silent mirth. “You're perfect! Please, you're the most perfect Stark heir! You are the best Lord Winterfell can ever hope to have!” Your praises make him curse under his breath and he gropes your thigh harder to withstand his impulsive urge to thrust all the way in.

No.

He is the man and the responsible one.

No can do until you learn and acknowledge his authority.

That is the way.

Of men, and Lords.

“The name, my love” though he masks his words with nonchalance quite well, there is a disguised urgency in them. You light him up just as unbearably as he does you. “Tell me the name and I will give you all you need and desire.” He gives you one rough jerk just past the band of your entrance and the momentary friction you feel in the drenched velvet just above your entrance snaps the thread of your determination. “Just like that, it is that easy. But you choose the fruitless path of torment and frustration.” There is a hypnotic lull in his words and that is enough for you to gush out a part of your impending confession.

“It was—!” You finally confess the name of your lady friend and Robb decides that it will do for now, rest you will tell him yourself with your own free will in your sensitive and emotional post orgasm state when you will be securely tucked in his arms and against his chest.

“There” your eyes and mouth widen at the same time and a guttural grunt crawls out of your throat when he doesn't pull his tip out this time around and instead slots himself inside you until he is hilt deep. “There is my bonnie lass” the upper half of your body goes lax and appears as though your bones have dissolved into your blood. You go to collapse face first into the hay to lay down and get fucked into oblivion but Robb's territorial paw finds a hold on the underside of your jaw and he rams you onto his cock and continues to curve your form until the crown of your head is touching his shoulder. “Tsk, such havoc just because I could not attend to you right away and requested you show some patience.” His fingers find one of your nipples and you shiver.

“S- Sorry, hubby!” You finally use for him the odd yet heartwarming endearment he loves most and that is how he knows he has you netted in.

“Who loves you?” You shiver as you feel his girth stretch out your insides even though you were more than prepared for him.

“Y- You—” he pulls at your nipple before giving both your breasts punishing swats. Your waist further curls outwards at the feeling.

“Say it properly” you clench around him because of the way his baritone voice grinds against your eardrums and Robb cannot help but twitch right under your cervix.

You do not need to be told twice. “Robb Stark!”

He hums in satisfaction. “Who knows better?”

Your bubbling loins tighten. “Robb Stark!”

“Who takes care of you?” His hands roughly fumble to throw your skirts out of his way.

“Robb Stark—!” Your answer turns into a shivering moan when his fingers find the trembling gem under the hood of your sex.

“Who do you trust with everything?” The minute crevices on the tips of his fingers rub against the sensitive nub and your vision falters.

“R- Robb Stark!” His hold on your jaw is the only thing that keeps it in usable shape.

“Who will you obey when he tells you that you will no longer be friends with—” you whine when he takes the name of your dear friend but it is not a complete surprise.

Robb greatly dislikes and condemns for you any influence he deems indecent or bad.

“R- Robb Stark!” You whimper as you move your hips along to his cock that now fucks you so fast and rough that you lose your footing with each thrust, the fingers he has on the nub of your womanhood only adding to the flutters of pleasure that narrow the knot around your hips with each snap of his hips.

“Who do you belong to?” This time, his mouth comes to press against your ear and his coarse beard irritates your sensitive skin. His words carry a wolfish ferocity and you hear him gnash his teeth in as much clarity as your thumping ears will allow.

“R- Robb—” your teeth begin to chatter from the intensity of your orgasm and your body flexes against his much bigger one to withstand the explosion in your abdomen. “S- S- Stark…” Your words melt into hissing whispers and you shudder and hiss when he continues to rub, fuck and fondle you even when the ecstatic feeling has subsided and your mound demands solitude.

“That is correct” he pounces onto the stacks that you face with your smaller body underneath him like a depraved wolf having trapped in its hold a helpless little lamb. The action causes for his tip to collide against your cervix and your body thrashes defensively but it is in vain. “Do not forget that.” Robb whispers in your ear before he regains his footing and his hairy claws tuck under your thighs from the front. Your betrothed easily lifts your legs off the floor and begins his annihilation of any remaining misconduct perchance still shrouded in some unwise crevice of your little mind.

MASTERLIST

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I… can swear I thought this was like 1K at best…

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etheries1015 · 1 year ago

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Hello! I love the way you write! Would I be able to request the reactions of some of the twst boys to MC telling them they snore (whether it's true or not)? I think Malleus, Riddle, and Azul would have fun reactions, but anyone you feel like writing would be great! Thank you!

Thank you for the compliment heuheu... much appreciated <3

When they snore

Featuring: Malleus, Riddle, Azul, Rook, Vil

General warnings: Gender neutral reader

Malleus

The moment you told him he snores, he was concerned. Was he troubling you with his sleeping habits? Were you unhappy sleeping with the fae because of this, to the point where it was noticeable? The moment the words left your mouth, he began to word vomit.

"Is that an issue? Is my snoring preventing you from getting a night of good rest? I...Suppose I could sleep elsewhere if it will grant you a full night of sleep.." Que him going down a rabbit hole of solutions, you couldn't get a single word in. Eventually, it came time for classes to begin, to which you hadn't the chance to explain your statement to the panicked fae.

When night fell and it was time for bed, his tail swayed sadly as he stood in the doorway. "I suppose I shall sleep out here, my love," He said, as lightning of vibrant green flashed outside your window.

As he turned his back and began to sulk away, you quickly ran up behind him with a bear hug.

"Malleus, would you stop and listen to me for a second?" You laughed, "When I said you snore, I was going to tell you it was cute. Like an animal snoring lightly. You seem so at peace curled up in bed with your light snoring..."

The lightning went away as fast at it had came, and you felt his tail wrap around your waist as he turned to face you, arms pulling you close.

"Ah...ahem. I apologize for my unbecoming behavior before, then. I...was rather saddened at the thought I caused my beloved to lose well-needed sleep."

He's never been called cute before, but he's also never slept in the same bed with another person. So I suppose there's a first for everything <3

Riddle

Snores like a cat. The first time you had slept in the same room, the first thing you noticed was his high-pitched yet soft snores that were short and far between.

The morning you woke up, the first thing you said was; "Did you know you snore?" Riddle blinks at you a couple times before hitting you with his annoyed face (you know the one.)

"Snoring is perfectly normal," He told you, "It's caused by the rattling and vibration of tissues-"

You got a lecture on the scientific reasoning behind snoring. When he finished defending the nature of his sleeping habits, you finally hit him with the "You snore like a little cat! It's cute!"

His face turns as red as his hair, as always when he becomes flustered.

"W-w-wha- a cat?! How dare you compare me to a cat! I..I am not a cat..."

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything.." You seemed pretty guilty about upsetting him, he muttered "I suppose I'll let it go..." and moved on.

All in all, as long as you aren't losing sleep because of him, he will forgive you for your previous teasing statements. However, from that day forward, you have noticed his ears take a rosy hue with shy glances your way before he heads to bed...

Azul

"Did you know you snore? Pretty loud, too. Is that like...a merman thing?"

His face turns red IMMEDIATELY. He was so embarrassed. The first time he allows someone to be near him in such a vulnerable state, and he blows it by being a snorer. A loud one, at that.

"Snoring is not common for merfolk! Being under the sea, most don't struggle with such a thing...but I would say being above water, the air that goes through my soft palate-"

Great. Another scientific review on snoring. Only Azul, on the other hand, cannot seem to keep eye contact with you.

"Please don't tell anyone. You must sign on it!"

You spent an hour comforting poor Azul, telling him it's nothing to be ashamed of, and giving him lots of hugs and cuddles. But he still continues to insist you sign a NDA to the information you had uncovered.

He was incredibly shy about having you sleep with him again, yet you managed to convince him. Azul is much more insecure than you may think about his image, however, you always seem to break his walls down.

Although, you did notice he began to wear nose strips at night, with books on sleeping habits and potions to help with snoring...old habits truly die hard.

Give him extra cuddles for the existential crisis you had instilled in your poor octo boyfriend <3

Rook

Oh boy. You had no choice but to tell him. He snores like your average forty-year-old dad. You genuinely lose sleep over it, even waking him up

"Rook, Rook. Honey. Please. I can't sleep. Your snoring is just too much, I'm sorry."

He actually finds it kind of amusing? For some reason? He asks you excitedly to tell him more about the things he does when he's sleeping.

He didn't really take you too seriously until he noticed the physical wear and tear. The bags under your eyes...

"Mon Cheri! Your eyes...have you not been sleeping well?"

"Rook. Your snoring. It's horrendous. Please."

He spends an hour doing EVERYTHING under the sun to help his snoring, for your sake! Moving around how his bed is set up, mouth exercises, the way he sleeps...He refuses to use strips, he doesn't like how they feel, and says it prevents his senses from being at their 100%.

He finds a way to help alleviate it, and you end up investing in some sleep time headphones. You make it work, because dealing with his sleeping habits is better than sleeping without him~

Vil

"Did you know you snore?"

He stares at you with his jaw open and his eyes wide. What...what do you mean he snores when he sleeps? Does he sleep with his mouth open? Does he look utterly ridiculous when he sleeps? All of these questions he bombards you with.

"Vil! Vil. I was kidding. I'm sorry. You sleep so quietly that I have to check if you're still alive sometimes. You're like a sleeping statue of perfection."

He was not amused. He almost had a heart attack and invested in the world's most expensive treatments.

Tackles you to the bed and ruffles up your hair, laughter ensuing at your silly little prank.

"Well, it's YOU who snores, potato. You're lucky I let you sleep here and not outside like a dog," He chuckles. He says this, yet you knew he loved you too much to go a single night without you by his side.

A link to my masterlist

#twisted wonderland #Twisted wonderland X reader #twst #twst x reader #twst headcannons #Twisted wonderland headcannons #Malleus #Malleus draconia #Malleus draconia X reader #Rook hunt #Rook hunt x reader #azul ashengrotto #Azul ashengrotto x reader #Riddle rosehearts #Riddle rosehearts x reader #Vil schoenheit #Vil schoenheit X reader

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jyoongim · 1 year ago

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I'm sorry to add to your likely ever growing list of requests but may I pitch an idea:

Alastor absolutely head over heals for a married reader, but since his mama raised him right he'd never make a real move. He's sure he can show you he's sooo much better anyway, and you'd leave your husband for him eventually.

BUT then his rut hits and the chivalry goes out the window no matter how hard he tries to stay sane and he just NEEDS reader right NOW, wedding ring be damned.

Title: UNWILLINGLY YOURS❤️‍🔥

Part 2!

warning: Reader is married! Non-con sex (I DIDNT EVEN KNOW I COULD WRITE THIS????) possessive, jealous, obsessive behaviors, one-sided pining, breeding kink/impregnantion, Al is a homewrecker!!!, husband is a sweet bean!, rough sex, creampie, marriage guilt

Let me know if I’m missing something!!

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You were a constant face in Cannibal Town. You often helped Rosie at her Emporium, helping her sell her goodies, have a good chat, and help those who come to see the female Overlord.

You could often be found in an apron splattered in blood with a sharp grin on your face.

Alastor found you adoring. He thought you were the sweetest thing that ever graced Hell.

So imagine the way his shadow simmered when he saw a wedding ring shining on your finger…

The Overlord’s eyes narrowed when he saw your husband would come in, greeting Rosie and before the sinner could locate you, you were chirping happily as you jumped into his arms, dragging the man to taste what you had been cooking.

He knew it wasn’t right.

To lust after a taken woman.

But seven hells were you beautiful.

You considered Alastor a friend. You were oblivious to his flirting and often thought he was just teasing.

He was a well-mannered demon and the two of you had a lot in common.

He deemed himself the better man.

Your husband was average. Alastor couldnt understand why you married him.

You needed someone strong and powerful.

Someone who would worship the ground you walked on.

Someone who would worship you like you deserved.

You deserved to be spoiled, having things at your disposal at just a glance.

Alastor could give you all of those things if you just said the word.

If you would just leave your husband…..the world could be yours.

But all the gifts, flowers, and dates didnt seem to get through your head.

You kindly reminded the deer that you were married and you adored your spouse, but you gave him your appreciation in his efforts.

So like a gentleman, Alastor backed down. If you truly loved your husband than who was he to mess up a happy home?

But that desire to have you all to himself never went away.

You suited Alastor.

Your manners,personality, interests…

You were his perfect standard.

But you were already someone else’s.

But Alastor could wait…

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“Rosie I haven’t seen Alastor around, he hasn’t fall ill has he?” You asked the tall woman worriedly.

Rosie waved a dismissive hand “Oh he’s fine dear. he always goes into hiding every now and again. Probably just busy at that hotel of his”

You tugged your lips, the treat you had been making was one of the red demon’s favorite.

Maybe you should go and check on him?

After all…He was your friend.

”Im gonna take him some treats. I just want to check up on him.”

You knocked on the double doors of the hotel and waited.

You knocked again.

You heard some shuffling and then the door opened.

”What are you doing this way darlin?”

You smiled softly seeing Alastor, holding up the goodies

”Hadn’t seen you in a while and was just worried that’s all. I was making these and know how much you love em”

The overlord let you in and you took in the hotel lobby.

It certainly had character.

You noticed Alastor hadn’t moved from the door and instead was staring at you. You tilted your head “You look like you wanna eat me Al” You wiggled your tail at him, smirking playfully

“But I doubt ill taste as good as these goodies I worked so hard on”

That seemed to snap him out of it as he cleared his throat, he escorted you to the radio tower.

Alastor was losing it.

His rut had came sooner than he anticipated and he has locked himself away until he had control over himself.

All he could think about was you.

And how you would look covered in his cum.

Covered? No that would be a waste…but if you were filled that was a different story.

Everyone had went out on some activity Charlie had planned so Alastor was holding the fort.

He had been stroking his cock, fisting the raging organ until it was pulsing and leaking. He had been thinking of you, the object of his affections and desires.

On your knees and begging to suck him.

He could feel an orgasm readying to erupt when a knock at the door interrupted his fantasy.

He growled and stomped to the front door when a familiar scent caught his nose.

You.

You were here.

Making sure he was okay.

You had been worried about him and even made him a snack.

Oh what a sweet thing you were.

If only you were his wife.

Alastor let you in, eyes raking over your figure as you looked around the hotel.

Eyes settling on the sway of your hips, before he heard your voice breakthrough the fog of desire.

”You look like you wanna eat me” you giggled.

You were being playful.

He knew that.

But when you wiggled your backside, flickering your tail that set him off.

He was on you faster than you could blink, hands settling on your plush hips. His lips skimmed your ear “You would be even sweeter than these treats you’ve made.”

You shivered, trying to shrug him off “You’re just saying that”

Alastor chuckled as he nuzzled you, teeth nipping at your shoulder

”Oh I’d never lie about you darlin”

Your cheeks flushed and you went to move away from him when he pressed his hips against yours.

”A-Al?”

He growled against your ear, arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you into him.

”You dont understand the effect you have on me my dear. It is taking everything in me to not have my way with you”

You tried to jerk away from him, but he held fast, a soft frown showing on your face.

”Alastor… t-this i-is inappropriate Im..you know I’m married”

The second the word slipped from your lips Alastor let out a feral growl, twirling you around to face him.

His eyes were black and pupils narrowed as he bared his teeth at you.

”That is irrelevant to me dear. You think I care of your bond to that pathetic excuse of a man?”

You went to hiss at him.

Bared your fangs and defended your marriage.

But Alastor found your anger to be his tipping point as he slammed his lips onto yours, catching you off guard.

Your eyes widened and you gasped subconsciously, making the red demon lean into you, swallowing the soft protests and whines you let out.

”A-Alastor..N-No I can’t…” you pulled away pushing against him, but the male didnt let you get away.

He sought after your lips, wanting to have his tongue down your throat. Sweet poisoned words spilled from his lips as he pressed you into his chest.

“You’ll have to indulge me my dear. Youve been plaguing my mind for a while now and while I despise your husband, I respected you to give you space…”

A large hand wrapped around your neck, tightening. He tilted his head at you “However…you have approached me while I’m in season and reason have been slipping.”

In season? Your head was reeling. The fuck was he talking about… Oh!

Alastor had deer features… he…he was…

”What will your dear husband think when I send you back to him filled with my cum?” Alastor purred snapping you out of your thoughts.

You blinked, taking a step back, but he followed you.

You were pressed into a wall before you melted into the wall and found your back on a soft surface.

Alastor was on top of you, claws digging in your clothing; a rip met your ears and the cool air had you covering yourself.

“Alastor!” You yelped. The red demon grabbed at your hands, revealing your bare body to him.

Skin smooth like butter and free of marks. Your ample breasts were full and round, rising and falling with your rapid breathing.

His large hands kneaded the mounds, pinching and tweaking the soft peaks. His eyes roamed your soft stomach that was littered in stretch marks and slightly rounded, filtering into wide hips.

Satan you would look lovely carry his spawns.

“Al please! Let me go. I-Ill forget all about this incident and we can just pretend it never happened.” You placed your hands over his to slowly move them off your chest, he didnt protest.

You knew Alastor.

He wouldnt hurt you

His brain was just all twisted from hormones, he'll gain some sense.

Your breath caught when he pressed his nose against your heat.

Your thighs vibrated as a purr radiated through his chest.

”Such a sweet cunt” he mused, inhaling your scent.

“A-Al dont…i-I’m…I’m pregnant” you pleaded, trying to close your legs around his head and softly pushing him away from your intimate region.

Alastor stiffened at your words.

His eyes snapped to yours and then to your stomach.

Anger boiled inside him.

Pregnant? How dare someone-

“I-I wont tell my husband. We can just pretend this didnt happen. Just stop now and ill go” you tried to reason with the demon.

His eyes narrowed as a vicious growl ripped through his throat

Your husband…that’s right you weren’t his. You were married.

But he could fix that problem.

Alastor’s cock twitched at the thought.

”Oooh my dear that’s alright” he grinned up at you as he teased your slit. He lowered his head back between your legs

”Afterall…I would love to see you carrying my fawns”

Your eyes widened and before you could question him, Alastor sucked your clit into his mouth.

A ragged cry tore from your lips as the red demon lapped at your cunt. ”A-Al-lastor!”

Alastor swallowed the nectar that began to flow.

You tasted better than he imagined.

Sweeter than honey.

He groaned as he pushed his tongue into your velvet walls, twirling and swirling to lap every drop your cunt produced.

You were trying to wiggle your hips away from him, but Alastor held your hips steady, nipping at your clit in warning.

Oh your husband had no idea of the treasure he had Alastor thought flicking your clit with his tongue.

Such a perfect cunt.

Your soft groans of protests were music to his ears.

Suck. Lick. Flick. Repeat

Alastor tortured your poor puffy clit until your hips shuddered and rolling against his tongue. He moaned latching onto your cunt as you cried out, your nectar exploding into his mouth.

You panted as your heart thumped in your chest, feeling your body buzz as you floated.You took a deep breath maybe this was enough. Maybe he would let you go home.

You felt his kiss around your inner thighs and lick one final stripe up your slit, before moving his head from between your thighs.

Hes satisfied now…go-good…now to-

A heavy weight slapped against your thigh making you tense as you looked up at Alastor with horror in your eyes.

Tears welled in your eyes as a sob bubbled in your throat “N-no…no no no no no no!” Alastor’s hands cupped your cheeks as he tried to comfort your pleas, using his knees to widen your thighs.

”Its okay darling” he licked your wet cheek “You were such a good girl for me such a good girl” you felt him pepper your face in soft kisses. You pushed at his broad chest, hands pushing at anything you could shove, you shook your head in denial as he trapped you underneath him “Im pregnant! Y-You can’t! Please dont” You sobbed.

Alastor hissed, that jealous feeling rearing “yeesss pregnant your husband must be so happy” you gasped as he pushed both your thighs to your chest, keeping them spread to expose your cunt and no pressure on your soft bump.

His cock stroked your cunt, angry red tip leaking as he rubbed against you.

“Your husband dont deserve you. You should be with a man who is feared and respected. Will worship you and the ground you walk…” He purred when his mushroom tip caught your clit

“Who can bring you to the peak of pleasure easily”

Using his weight to hold your legs, he wiped the tears that streaked down your face, before slipping a hand between you.

“Al…N-no! AH!” The cry didnt even fully leave your lips when Alastor slotted his lips on yours as his hips slammed against yours, cock breaching your gummy walls, stretching.

Alastor’s antlers grew when he felt your cunt squeeze around him, he pulled his hips back and pushed back in, groaning into your mouth when your walls gave way to him.

He chuckled against your lips.

Oh you were divine…

No way was he letting you go…

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“Oh that’s my good girl yeeesss I knew you’ll be good for me”

Alastor rasped as he sucked a nipple into his mouth, hips ramming into yours.

You couldnt even acknowledge his praise as he fucked you.

You felt numb.

dirty.

You had broken your wedding vows to your husband.

”You take my cock so well, knew you would. Such a sweet cunt.”

Alastor fucked your pussy like it was his.

Your body covered in love bites, sweat, and cum.

so much cum.

Alastor had emptied rope after rope of creamy cum inside you, filling you up til it pooled under your ass.

“You’ll look so pretty carrying my spawns doll. You take my cum well…fuck! Baby that’s right milk this cock take my cum take it fuck!”

Your back arched and a soft mewl left your lips.

He let out a low hiss as he slotted his hips against yours, cock twitching as your cunt fluttered and clenched around him, releasing another load of cum inside your womb.

Your thighs shook as he thrusted against you softly.

Alastor whispered sweet praises and affections against your skin.

”you take me so well”

”sweet cunt and its all mine”

He pulled out of you with a wet pop and yours flopped, a steady stream of cream dripping from your abused hole.

He licked from your neck to your hair, purring

”that’s my girl”

Your body finally had enough and your vision went dark.

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“Honey you had me so worried! Thanks for bringing her home Alastor” your husband said appreciatively to the red demon, who smiled at the man. Your husband kissed your cheek as you walked through the door, he looked you over “Why dont you head to bed hmmm? You seem tired”

Alastor smiled wickedly “Yes do get your rest dear. Wouldnt want to faint again”

Your husband thanked the Overlord for bringing you home and as you turned to head upstairs, you heard him say to your husband

”Congratulations to you both by the way. Shell make a fine mother” you paused slightly before heading continuing up the stairs. Your husband laughed and thanked him again.

But before the door closed, Alastor watched as your husband ran behind you, you offered him a small smile that didnt meet your lips. As the man pulled you into a kiss, not seeing the tear that ran down your cheek. Your husband tried to palm your ass, but you quickly grabbed his hand.

His eyes followed the two of you going upstairs.

Alastor smirked watching a stream of cum run down your leg.

Yes congratulations indeed.

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Part 2 is linked and posted!

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slaymitchabernathy · 2 months ago

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Favorite Daughter

| trying something new??? this pov will most likely never reoccur but it came into my mind & i just had to get it out |

“Ceraphina Snow, come away from that window and finish your breakfast before your father catches you.”

Ceraphina jumps at her mother’s soft voice calling her out. She didn’t think anyone would notice her hiding behind the massive curtains that covered the dining room windows at night but her mother noticed everything.

She has the decency to look a little guilty, shuffling back to the table where breakfast has been laid out for everyone. It’s an assortment of pastries, fruits, sausages, eggs, and her favorite, bacon.

She looks at her little brother’s plate and finds it filled to the brim with all sorts of foods but according to mother, boys eat a lot.

They also grow a lot. Ceraphina remembers when Caspian was just a tiny baby, so small, the size of one of her dolls. She was enamored by him the moment she was allowed to meet him. He’s the spitting image of their father, golden curls, sea-blue eyes.

Ceraphina knows what it’s like to be compared to a parent.

She is her mother’s twin.

She’s heard it since the day she was born. “Oh, she looks just like her mother!” When she was little she didn’t really understand what that meant. Surely she looked like both of her parents since they made her together, but now that she’s nearing the age of eleven, she can see clear as day that she’s taken after her mother when it comes to looks.

They both have the same light blonde hair, wavy instead of curly. While she didn’t inherit her mother’s tan skin, she did inherit her eye color, blue and gray, along with the freckles and rosy lips her mother always sports.

Celeste and Caspian look more like father in her opinion. Celeste has curly blonde hair and the same eye color as father and Caspian. The only thing that she has in common with mother is her upturned nose, something else Ceraphina inherited.

But Ceraphina knows that she’s like her father in other ways. According to mother, they think the same way, talk the same way, and argue the same way.

These are not very nice comparisons is what she’s come to conclude.

“Will father be coming to our performance tonight?” Celeste asks sweetly, poking at her eggs. Ceraphina scrunches her nose at the sight of the soggy-looking meat, she despises eggs. They’re so gross. Celeste used to think the same thing, but she outgrew that way of thinking, formed her own opinions on life instead of copying everything Ceraphina did.

For the longest time, Ceraphina couldn’t wait for her little sister to stop copying her. But she’s found herself missing it more and more, remembering when they were younger, less aware of the world around them and the adults who rule it.

Mother shakes her head, offering a sympathetic smile, “I’m afraid not darling, he’s been very busy with meetings as of late and won’t be able to make it.” Celeste huffs, resting her elbows on the table which causes both of her siblings to silently wait for the reprimand.

Eudora has told them about a million times that elbows on the table are not good manners.

Sure enough, with the eyes of a hawk, Eudora sees this behavior and raises a perfectly groomed eyebrow, “Either remove the elbow or remove yourself from the table dear,” Eudora says as kindly as she can manage.

They’ve all seen Eudora when she’s fully furious and they all try very hard to avoid that side of her.

“He never comes to anything anymore,” Celeste whines, taking her elbows off the table so she can slouch in her chair. Before mother can come to father’s aid, his authoritative voice fills the room, “What about your talent show? I came to that just two weeks ago.”

They all sit up straight in his presence, as would anyone since he’s the President of Panem. He doesn’t always conduct himself that way around them though, especially around mother.

Celeste continues pouting but Ceraphina’s eyes are glued to her parents, watching this small interaction between them. She watches father pull back his seat, leaning down to press a kiss to mother’s head and she smiles up at him.

Ceraphina has seen her father threaten to kill people on television and yet he’s a completely different person with mother.

Like there are two versions of him.

One for the country.

One for his wife.

Which version the children get is completely up to fate. Sometimes, they get the doting father who would burn the world for them. Other times, they get the strict father who was raised in the same fashion, always expecting greatness for the great house Snow.

Being the oldest means that most of those expectations fall onto her shoulders. Sometimes Ceraphina wishes she were a boy, maybe it would be easier.

Father sits down in his chair, his hand immediately rests on top of mothers, showing off his golden wedding band that sits on his ring finger. Ceraphina has seen mother’s ring so many times.

It’s beautiful with a large diamond in the middle and tiny ones surrounding it. Apparently, it cost a small fortune, enough to feed an entire District for a whole year. And Ceraphina has seen her mother garden while wearing it, getting it dirty without a care in the world.

“Yes,” Celeste gripes, “but this is different! I have a solo that I get to perform.”

Ceraphina has heard Celeste sing this solo she won’t shut up about, and father won’t be missing a thing in her opinion. It’s nothing to write home about.

“And Ceraphina will be playing the piano,” Celeste adds which gets her a glare from her older sister. She doesn’t need to drag everyone down with her.

Father looks impressed which is rare but she knows he won’t change his mind. “Well, I’m sure that your mother will tell me all about it,” is all he says and that’s all he needs to say. The decision has been made and no one will question him as the man of the house.

There’s a way the Snows go about life.

With father at the top, dominating everything and Ceraphina knows him well enough to know that he likes it that way. No one in their family would ever challenge him. Not Caspian, no, he’s too much of a momma’s boy to try anything with father.

Since the day he was born, mother has doted on him, causing her to be his favorite parent. Even as the only boy in the family, he’s not expected to ever lead their house the way father does.

And Celeste can try to challenge father but she fails everytime. Mostly because father doesn’t have the heart to go at it with her. She’s his baby girl, his youngest daughter. He always lets her off so easily compared to the rest of them.

Mother is too kind to try anything with him either. She loves him, she’s loved him for so long that she knows it’ll be pointless to fight with him. And Ceraphina sees the way she melts around father, she’s far too happy with the life they’ve created to ruin it.

Which leaves Ceraphina to cause all the trouble.

It’s not like she even tries to do it. It just comes so naturally to her. He’ll say something and it’ll set her off, leading to them clashing with the rest of the family to bear witness.

“Or you could come see it,” Ceraphina suggests and she can already feel the air grow tense. Caspian silently pushes his food around on his plate, his eyes darting to mother before looking back at his big sister. If things get ugly he’ll try to crawl into mother’s lap the same way he did when he was a toddler.

He stopped when he was five. Far too old for a child of his age and status and far too young for his liking. At least he doesn’t carry around that stuffed lion anymore.

Father gives her a look, a careful, warning look that lets her know he is not to be tested. “Next time,” is all he says.

“But there won’t be a next time,” she pushes, gripping the edge of the table, “and I’ve been practicing. Haven’t I been practicing mother?”

Her mother swallows, looking between her husband and eldest daughter, she’s always been the peacemaker in their family, wanting to avoid conflict as much as possible.

“I think you’ve both been working very hard towards different things darling,” she says softly, her hand still under father’s which is more than enough to know where her loyalties lie.

Ceraphina loves her mother more than anyone in the whole wide world but she’s already decided that she’ll never get married. Not if it means living like this, bending to a man’s will. Her mother is a saint and her father is the devil who loves her.

“It’s just not fair,” Ceraphina huffs, “whenever father needs us to show up for something, we do, whether we want to or not.” She can see that everyone is extremely worried about where this is going but she’s on a roll now, “I don’t even care about the Districts but every time father wants to kill all of the people living in one of them, we have to be there to support him!”

Her mother’s eyes drop, not even able to look at her anymore. One glance around the table tells Ceraphina that perhaps she’s crossed a dangerous line this time.

Father is furious.

She can see it in his hardened stare, how his jaw is clenched, and how tightly his hand is squeezing mother’s hand.

It’s at that very moment she’s saved by the bell, or in this case, Quintus Heavensbee, someone who’s worked for father since before she was born. He steps into the dining room, unaware of what’s taken place moments before with a practiced expression.

“Coriolanus? I hate to interrupt but we have the Mayor from Four on the phone.”

Father takes several deep breaths before nodding, sliding his hand off mother’s hand, “I’m coming,” he tells Quintus, his stare still focused on Ceraphina who feels so small in her chair now. Mother leans in, whispering something that seems to calm him down.

Ceraphina only catches a few words, “…I’ll talk to her…”

Father nods, standing up and making his way over to Quintus without so much as a goodbye to any of them. Mother wears a frown on her face, making Ceraphina feel even worse. She knows that they won’t see father for the rest of the day unless he’s done with work in time for dinner which is highly unlikely.

Breakfast is the only time they all get to see each other, mother included.

“I’m sorry,” Ceraphina whispers, clutching the tablecloth between her fingers. Mother shakes her head, “We can talk about it later darling. Now everyone please finish eating your breakfast and Caspian darling, please don’t play with your food.”

They assume a sense of normalcy after that, chatting about small things before their plates are cleared and the Avoxes come to take them away. Eudora takes Celeste and Caspian upstairs to get ready for school while mother steers Ceraphina outside to the veranda overlooking the grounds.

“That wasn’t a very kind thing to say,” mother tells her gently, brushing her hair back. Ceraphina crosses her arms, scowling at her shoes, “Well he isn’t very nice sometimes. I’ve been practicing forever and he won’t even be there to see it!”

It’s funny too since he was the one who insisted on her learning how to play the piano, wanting all of his children to be well-rounded individuals with multiple talents.

“I’ll be there to see it,” mother offers but Ceraphina shakes her head, mother comes to everything. Father doesn’t. “It’s not the same,” she mumbles.

Mother sighs, crouching down so that they can be at the same level, “Darling, your father loves you very much. He wants what’s best for you and sometimes that means being able to do things without him. He wants you to always try your best, especially you being the oldest.”

That’s not really fair. Just because she was born first doesn’t mean she needs to be perfect.

“I’m not even his favorite so it doesn’t even matter,” Ceraphina says, more to herself than to mother whose eyes soften. “Your father doesn’t have favorites.”

“Well if he did, I would not be his favorite.”

Ceraphina searches her mother’s eyes for an answer, an explanation as to why her father is this way. If anyone knows, it’s her. But instead, she sees worry, and hesitation as if mother knows something else but is choosing not to tell her.

“We need to get you ready for school,” is all mother says, kissing her cheek before standing back up, “you two can apologize to each other later, I don’t want this fight sitting between you.”

Ceraphina hangs her head but doesn’t argue. She can argue with father all day long but she hates arguing with mother. She’s too nice to argue with.

It’s not until Ceraphina is walking into the Academy with her siblings an hour later that the possibility dawns on her, that she actually might be his favorite.

Caspian is the youngest therefore the one who gets protected the most. Father would never choose him to be his successor. Celeste backs down too quickly, always letting others take on the brunt of the fight. Father would never choose her to be his successor either.

But Ceraphina is just like him. Always willing to fight and throw herself on the line for what she thinks is the right thing to do. Mixed with her physical traits, looking just like the woman he loves the most, it’s not even a question for her anymore.

Her father is the worst person in the world and she is his favorite daughter.

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the-paper-shredder · 6 months ago

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Tom's Death

Giant warning that this post is... all over the place (it's the ADHD) and a good portion of this theory was not created by me, you'll see why in a bit.

So... Tom's death is a topic of massive debate. The extent of his injuries are so brutal that theories range from being beaten to death, to a bear attack, to falling from a high place, and more. This post is going to be about a specific theory I came across, talking about it, and then expanding on it because I believe it might be the correct one.

In early 2018, someone posted on the Wick wiki theorizing that Tom died in the well. Now, you might be either curious or confused, but if you want, read the full post linked! Though, do note I will be explaining nearly everything talked about in that post (lol) here for clarity.

Let's start with Tom's clothing: similar to Tim's, but, of course, torn up. However, something I don't think most notice is how the fabric looks damp, similar to Lillian's rabbit plush, along with the dirtiness that's present on Lillian's clothing. Additionally, Tom's hair seems to be sticking to his scalp as if flattened, his hair are clumped into big strands like hair does when wet. (Plus Tom's hair is much darker than Tim's, which could just be the fact that identical twins do have some physical differences, but hair also darkens when wet so, both might be true?)

Onto his behavior in game, Tom makes... a lot of noise. Some of those noises sound like it came from gurgling/choking on water, especially when playing No Way Out (though that could just be the blood leaking from his mask, but still, something to note). On top of that, while Lillian floats in the air as if swimming, Tom's way of sliding into view feels quite similar, especially in certain times you get killed where he glides toward you.

Onto other pieces of evidence: baby imagery/symbolism has only really been related to Tom. His baby rattle with the audio of him as an infant, the audio that comes with the journal page about him has two babies crying (the twins), so... it'd only make sense for the crib under the bridge and the baby crying in the well to be connected to Tom.

And you may be wondering why I bring up the crib under the bridge, well, the bridge is likely also a factor in Tom's death, not just the well. Note how in the A Bridge Two Fear achievement, it features Tom.

In the audio accompanying Tom's leg brace, Lillian sings ring around the rosie. (Which, interestingly enough, is also the same nursery rhyme used as the caption for Lillian's NWO drawing posted by the developers on Twitter.) This nursery rhyme suggests Tom possibly died from a fall and considering the extent of his injuries, it probably took a slight bit of effort even with him having polio. Both Lillian and Tom are said to have fallen down. Lillian fell down the well, Tom fell down the bridge and the well. Remember that there was a Jack along with Jill in their respective nursery rhyme, that could mean something.

Now, here's my take: Tom fell down the bridge (the cause? Debatable, I just have my headcanons) but didn't die... and someone acting under malice finds him. Deciding to kill two birds with one stone, they drop Tom down the well to both finish the job and hide his body for a time. After all, a common way to make a changeling reveal itself is to drown it...

The Well Well Well achievement has its own place as evidence. Three candles on the well. One wiki user commented on a different post that they found an article talking about candles for the dead. Perhaps the candles represent three victims, Lillian, Tom, and Sam?

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prince-liest · 1 year ago

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love the way you explore Alastor's friendships but especially with his gal pals, which I feel like might get overlooked by a lot of people! thank you so much for the radiodiva fic. it hit me in all of my aroace feels and of course it's great to read more of Mimzy. you even threw in some Niffty (and a Rosie shoutout) that was sooo cute. truly the Al GalPal fic.

it's also super fun to compare Al's behavior with his female friends (and how much of that is informed by time period and those ideals) and how he behaves when boundaries are crossed with Vox in the 666 series. how much would you say is due to differences in power (overlord vs normal sinner) and gender perceptions? or was that something you were taking into consideration when writing?

Thank you so much! It's a really fun topic for me to explore because, as you said, those are definitely all things that I think about when I write about how Alastor relates to other people, especially people with the potential to become friends! I think it's power and gender.

This turned into a pretty long post, so: the rest is under the cut!

We definitely see in canon that Alastor has a different relationship with his female friends than he does with pretty much any male character, period. I think that his behavior in that sense is very much informed by the time period that he's from. Obviously he hasn't strictly retained '20s sensibilities (except maybe with regards to radio, haha), but I think he clearly puts some effort into presenting himself as a gentleman when women are involved in a way that he simply doesn't bother with when men are. He offers a certain amount of leeway and respect to characters like Niffty, Mimzy, Rosie, and even Charlie, who I personally think that he would claim as a friend but doesn't realize he may or may not be beginning to genuinely see as one. Honestly, the female character to get the least amount of leeway from him is Vaggie, and she's outright hostile to him on many occasions.

But... even with Vaggie, he's much nicer to her outright antagonism than he is to, say, Husk. He's still unkind when he prods her about Charlie's expectations in episode one, and I think he knows he has to maintain a veneer of decency with her that he doesn't with Husk, but I think from the way he expresses himself it's still telling that he seems more amused than irritated with her even when he's being a petty bitch about it.

He does have female friends across different power levels, and I think in each case there's a clear consideration to that aspect of the dynamic as well. He most likely owns Niffty's soul, and he gives Niffty an incredibly amount of leeway with his person and outright says that he admires her in a way. Mimzy is a sinner who runs to him for help, and he enables her behavior and attitude with fondness and, I think we can extrapolate, consistently comes through for her requests - he's also incredibly polite to her when he asks her not to, y'know, destroy the project he's currently investing so much time into. Rosie, on the other hand, is an overlord - and he still shows her a great deal of fondness, but I think it's also telling that their dialogue seems to imply that their relationship is very well-balanced by mutual favors.

And on that note, it's also not a coincidence that I tend to reach for Angel Dust, a very genderqueer character who does not personally perform traditional masculinity (and in fact puts quite a bit of effort into his feminine persona) as a member of the hotel crew that Alastor would be the most able to become friends of sorts with. Angel is, of course, also a sinner of a pretty low power level, and I think that underneath the external wildly different presentations, he and Alastor have a lot in common (namely on the topic of masking), but he's not the only character who masks around Alastor and compared to Vox or Lucifer, who are both powerful people and not particularly feminine, he's a lot higher on the "ease of friend potential" meter for Alastor.

The friendliest we see Alastor being with a male character in canon is with Zestial, whose general persona is very gentlemanly... but even then, I would call their attitude toward each other one of friendly posturing as coworkers who have an eye on each other, rather than genuinely friendly.

When I write Alastor dealing with Vox in 666: Live on Air! it's definitely with consideration to "How the hell would Alastor be more genuine, non-performative friends with an actual guy?" because, like... Vox isn't wrong when he says that he's the first dude that's earned the sheer amount of leeway that Alastor offers him, both physically and emotionally.

(Disclaimer I feel compelled to make: No, it's not because Vox is trans. Alastor straight up does not initially realize that, and even despite knowing it at the current point of the story, nothing about Vox's presentation actually reads as feminine to Alastor in any way. He's a softer touch with Angel Dust than Vox for a reason!)

What ends up happening is that Alastor... wants, even if it's largely subconscious, to behave with Vox as comfortably as he does with Rosie, Mimzy, and Niffty. But unfortunately, he runs into the issue of 1) his paranoid hindbrain is still regularly registering Vox as a power-hungry threat, at least in part due to Vox's actual previous behavior, and 2) he is honestly closer to Vox in some aspects than he is to his other friends because of the sheer amount of weird self-discovery they've gotten up to, which means that opening up the same way would be showing more vulnerability, and to a person that, frankly, Alastor doesn't feel like he has a veneer of gender role-dictated propriety to protect himself with. Especially since Vox is an overlord, and especially since a lot of the actual kinky shit that they get up to is predicated on Vox having abilities that the average sinner doesn't.

So when Mimzy crosses a boundary, Alastor accomodates her in whatever way is genuinely important to her, then gently corrects her and sets her on her way. This is just how Mimzy is, this is how their dynamic has been for a long time, and he does not register her as a threat. When Vox crosses a boundary... it's an attack, and if it's a serious enough one, then Alastor subscribes to the school of responses of nuclear proportions to dissuade any motherfucker from ever even thinking about trying again. See: the trail of dead overlord bodies left in his wake after his original descent into hell.

The turning point that leads him to make a deal to his slight but very actual disadvantage in Network 0666: No Signal is that Vox shows him some genuine upset and vulnerability. Vox has been vulnerable before this point, but he's generally been loud, obnoxious, pathetic, and over-the-top about it, and honestly often also just absolutely turned it into a sex thing. This is the first time that Vox managed, though entirely unintentionally, to find one of the heartstrings that is so much more accessible to characters like Mimzy, and accidentally tug on it. Alastor finds safety in the vulnerability of his friends, but he also likes being the powerful figure that provides those friends with help and protection, even in ways that might look like they're to his own detriment.

(Until, of course, they end up actually being to his detriment - see: Adam - at which point he loses his shit about it. But, uh, his ego makes it hard for him to see when that might actually happen!)

Anyway, this ended up a long post that could probably have been less rambling, but I hope it answered your question!

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ticklygiggles · 2 years ago

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Lack of communication | Victuuri

A/N: After, apparently, one year, we finally wrote this 1 prompt 2 fics thingy Ginny and I came up with. We're so ashamed that it took way too much time, but other projects and irl things happened, but they're finally here and we hope you enjoy them!

Thanks to anon for sending such cute prompt!

Summary: Yuuri has always been shy, but why is he suddenly avoiding his lover?! Victor is in distress and doesn't know what to do anymore!

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Yuuri was acting weird. Very weird.

Victor couldn't say exactly what it was, but there was something that just didn't fit Yuuri's usual behavior. He seemed constantly nervous and it was true that his cute japanese boyfriend was, most of the times, shy around him, blushing and giggling quietly, but this was just not common. Yuuri would completely avoid Victor's gaze and would quickly turn his head if their eyes ever met, his cheeks turning as red as cherries.

Victor felt more worried about this than what he liked to admit. It was like they were back to base one, when he appeared in Yuuri's family' onsen, claiming that he was his new coach. It was like coming back to the time when Yuuri would try to keep as much distance around Victor as possible, and Victor couldn't help but get a bit nervous himself.

He had tried to talk it out with Yuuri, like normal couples would do, thinking that that could solve the problem quickly, but his attempts all were useless. Yuuri would simply brush it off, saying that it was nothing yet, he always started to sweat and blush and stutter nervously. Of course it wasn't nothing and, to add to his strange behavior, Yuuri was overreacting to every little thing Victor ever did around him:

If he moved too fast, Yuuri would flinch heavily. 'Oh, I'm sorry Yuuri, did I scare you?'

If he touched any part of his body, Yuuri would squeak loudly. 'Oh no, are you hurt there, Yuuri?'

If he breathed too close to him, Yuuri would jump and flush to the tip of his ears. 'A-Ah, I'm not sure what I did, but I'm sorry, Yuuri!'

It was so frustrating and extremely painful. It had been a while since his heart felt so tight inside his chest. Not even when they had turning their relationship into a romantic one did Yuuri act this way.

Was this because of something Victor had done? Had he made Yuuri uncomfortable in any way? Worse still... Yuuri didn't love him anym- no, enough. Overthinking would not make him any good and it would not provide him a solution to his problem at all, but he just didn't know what to do anymore.

No matter how hard he tried to make Yuuri admit that there was something bothering him, the boy would simply brush it off and Victor racked his brain as to what could have caused Yuuri to start acting this way, but he just couldn't remember anything concrete. Any hint had possibly already been erased from Victor's mind.

He didn't want to get too pushy on Yuuri about this either, he didn't want to make him uncomfortable, but he felt it was affecting their relationship in a way. Now Victor was worried about getting too close to Yuuri, afraid the poor boy would be too surprised. However, the only real solution was to talk about it before Victor started losing hair, not because of age but because of the stress that this situation was causing him.

He looked over at Yuuri who was fast asleep, still so early in the morning. His rosy cheek squished against Victor's chest. It was certainly a sight he couldn't get enough of, and his heart swelled with love as Yuuri mumbled Victor's name in his sleep and his lips curved into a silly, sleepy smile.

Look at him, being so cute while Victor was having an already stressful morning just thinking about their current situation, but Victor just could never resist Yuuri's charm, especially at the early hours of the day, so before he could stop himself, he started to pepper tiny kissing all over Yuuri's face, his lips melting into the soft and warm skin of his beloved, who was slowly beginning to wake up, his little smile widening.

"Vi-Vihihictor," he giggled softly, his voice raspy, yet soft.

"Hmm? Good morning, Yuuri," Victor answered, still landing kisses all over Yuuri's face: his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, his lips. "Did you have a good sleep?"

"I- I dihid, but why are you- wahait!"

Oh his sweet giggles made Victor's body feel so light, like floating in the clouds. It almost made him forget the terrible anxiety nibbling at the edges of his heart. Almost, almost, almost.

"Because I love you, Yuuri," Victor mumbled between kisses, focusing on a spot near Yuuri's ear that he knew made him giggle most. "I love you so much, I can't get tired of kissing your sweet face."

Yuuri was giggling brightly, flushing and shrugging his shoulders in a weak attempt to protect himself from Victor.

"W-Whahat are you sahaying? I knohow you lohohove me and Ihihihi- lehehet me tahahalk!"

Victor whined, nibbling at Yuuri's cheek. "That's extactly what I've been trying to do, but you simply won't talk, Yuuri!"

He didn't want to sound so desperate, but this whole situation was really driving him crazy. However, he felt bad when Yuuri suddenly stopped laughing and looked at him with concern filling his beautiful brown eyes.

"W-What do you mean, Victor?"

Victor was frowning and nearly pouting as he spoke against his will, his brain screaming at him to shut up, but his lips and tongue moving on their own: "You know! Flinching and squeaking every time I touch you or when I'm too close to you!" He said, repeating what he had already told him a few times. "I know you're shy, but you didn't act like that before? Why can't you tell me what's wrong?"

Victor felt his cheeks getting warm as he looked at Yuuri, still laying between his arms. Yuuri's face was turning redder and redder the more Victor looked at him, but he didn't say anything, his lips sealed in a thin line.

Victor felt his lips trembling. "Could it be that you don't want to be my lover anym-

"No! No, please don't even finish that sentence!" Yuuri said, pulling his hands out from Victor's embrace to grab his face, but then his hands started to tremble softly and he seemed to turn tinier. "It's not like that. It's just… well… you see… you didn't do anything wrong, I just… the other day you…"

Victor's heart was beating hard against his ribcage. This was more than what he had ever accomplished before, and a wave of happiness coursed through his body. They were finally going to solve the problem. Victor was finally going to be able to get up in the morning without a heavy heart! Could it be that today-

"It's... It's really... nothing Victor, I promise that-

"Agh, Yuuri!" Victor groaned, pulling his lover closer, nearly crushing him in his embrace, his face hiding into Yuuri's neck. "C'mon Yuuri! You always say so, but you keep acting strange around me! Please tell me what's wron- why are you laughing?!"

"Y-Your hahahair! And y-your voice! Stop talking into my neck, it- ahahaha! No! Nohoho, wahahait!" Victor raised his head from Yuuri's neck and looked at him with teary eyes and a pout, (that the former Yuuri quite possibly would have kissed away), his hands suddenly latching onto Yuuri's sides, tickling him with more intent. "We ahahahare tahahalkihihing!" Yuuri giggled, trying to bring his hands back down to protect himself.

"No, you're just trying to hide something from me and that's so mean, Yuuri!"

Victor sped up the tickling, making Yuuri squeak in a way that almost made Victor smile, but he was holding onto his facade. He wasn't really mad at Yuuri, he just couldn't, but he did feel a bit disappointed and sad that his lover didn't trust him enough to tell him what was going through his mind.

"Vihihictor! Plehehease, nohoho!" Yuuri giggled, squealing and squirming as Victor squeezed up and down his sides. "I juhuhust wohohoke uhuhup!"

Victor huffed, "well, if you tell me what's gotten into you, then I'll stop!"

"Plehehease!" Yuuri's cheeks were bright pink and he tried to hide his face against Victor's chest.

Victor didn't say anything, instead, he decided to change spots and without any warning, his hands latched onto that horrendous sensitive spot underneath Yuuri's ribcage, successfully throwing him into a loud fit of cackles as he threw his head back. Yuuri shook his head and this time Victor couldn't help but smile fondly at him. He always looked so cute laughing like this.

"Nohohoho!" Yuuri laughed and his squirming increased, forcing Victor to roll over him to pin him a little better against the bed with his weight. "Vihihictor plehehease! I s-swehehear eheheheverythihing's fihihine!"

"I won't talk to you anymore if you don't tell me what is wrong, Yuuri!" Victor said, flinching himself when one of Yuuri's fingers weakly poked his ribs, but Victor quickly grabbed that hand and pinned it above Yuuri's head.

Yuuri shrieked, arching his back and pulling at his arm. "Nohohothing! It tihihickles, Vihihictor!"

Victor chuckled, "does it now?" He teased, rubbing deep circles on that sensitive spot, making Yuuri tip into nearly hysterical laughter. "Then I think you might really enjoy being tickled, Yuuri, since you don't tell me what's wrong!"

"YEHEHEHES!" Victor frowned, tilting his head to the side. "Yehehehes, Vihihictohohor!"

"Y-Yes what?"

"Yehehehes, I enjohohohoy beheheing tihihickled!" Yuuri admitted between laughs and Victor slowed down to let him talk, letting go of his hand as well.

He stared down at his lover catching his bread, red across his cheeks and around his ears. When Yuuri was finally able to open his eyes after a fit of residual laughter, he looked at Victor with embarrassment, shyness.

"I… I enjoy being tickled…," he repeated. "That's what's happening."

Victor blinked in confusion. "I don't understand, Yuuri."

Yuuri covered his face with his hands. "The other day… you tickled me when we were watching that movie, do you remember?"

Victor remembered it. Gosh, on that particular night he just couldn't keep his hands off Yuuri for more than two seconds and he had just discovered that Yuuri was so deliciously ticklish, so he abused that knowledge until Yuuri was trembling with silent laughter. They'd had fun, Victor would never go on if he ever noticed any discomfort on Yuuri's face, so they had just enjoyed that night amid Yuuri's loud laughter.

Ah, but now that he mentioned it, Victor suddenly realized that Yuuri had started to act strange after that night and Victor had worried that he had done something wrong, but Yuuri had promised him that it wasn't anything like that the next day.

So Yuuri was behaving like this because Victor had tickled him? And because he liked Victor to tickle him? Then…

"... You wanted me to tickle you all this time, but you were too shy to ask me, Yuuri?" His voice was tender, with just a hint of disbelief. It was just that?

To his surprise, Yuuri groaned behind his hands and Victor swore he saw the skin on his knuckles turning pink as Yuuri nodded softly.

"Nahaha!" Yuuri let out a surprised giggle, suddenly feeling a playful tickling to his tummy, his hands lowering to catch Victor's.

When Yuuri had uncovered his face, Victor quickly captured his lips in a kiss.

"Vi-Victor, hold-," Yuuri started, but he soon melted under the affection and Victor hummed when he felt Yuuri's arms wrapping around his neck.

Victor felt Yuuri's lips tensing in a little smile when one of his hands sneaked under Yuuri's shirt, his fingertips dragging ever so lightly against Yuuri's off season tummy. The gentle touch was enough to have Yuuri snickering sweetly into Victor's mouth.

Victor also started to smile as he spoke against Yuuri's lips. "So, my Yuuri likes it when I tickle him?"

Yuuri flushed, but nodded softly. "I'm sorry, I know it's stupid b-buhuhuhut- Vihihictohor!"

"It is not stupid, Yuuri! And why are you giggling so much? Is your tummy ticklish?" Victor asked as his fingers scribbled against Yuuri's lower tummy, making him giggle brightly. "What about here?" Victor asked, slipping a finger into Yuuri's bellybutton.

Yuuri squeaked. "It's tihihihicklihihish!"

"I can see that," he said with a soft nod and a playful smile. "Hmm, and here?" Victor started to gently poke all around Yuuri's tummy, moving to his side and then to his ribs as he kept asking 'and here? And here?', every time he touched a different spot. Yuuri's giggles had turned into loud, desperate laughs as he nodded and tried to tell Victor that, in fact, every single spot he touched was really ticklish.

Victor chuckled, and as Yuuri was laughing his little head off, he took the chance to grab his hands and pull them all the way up above his head, making Yuuri shriek with nervous giggles.

"What about here?" Victor asked, holding Yuuri's wrists with one hand as the other quickly scribbled against his clothed armpit. Yuuri threw his head back, letting out loud laughs. "Ah, it does look pretty ticklish to me, Yuuri!" Victor teased, vibrating his fingers right in the center of Yuuri's underarm.

Yuuri was shaking his head as he laughed and laughed and laughed, no pleas came out from his mouth, just Victor's name over and over like a mantra that barely kept him from losing his mind. Victor could tell that Yuuri was actually feeling the tickling, but just like that night, he was delighted to see that he was enjoying every second of it. He wriggled and tugged at his captive arms, but hardly with intent.

"Huh, so it does really tickle, Yuuri, but you know what's my favorite spot?" Victor asked, still tickling Yuuri's armpit mercilessly. Yuuri shook his head, but by the way he was trying to hide his lower body, Victor knew that he knew exactly where. "Right here."

"AHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEASE!"

Victor's hand released Yuuri's captive wrists and quickly reached down towards Yuuri's hipbones. He barely had to press his fingers against the bones to have Yuuri howling with laughter. Victor couldn't help but smile when he felt the roundness, the soft skin covering such sensitive spot, he wanted to bite it and so he did.

"AHAHAHA! Vi-Vihihictor! Not thahahat!" Yuuri howled as Victor nibbled at one of his hips, one of his hands tickling the other one and his other hand wandering up towards that sweet spot underneath Yuuri's ribs.

Victor chuckled when he heard Yuuri shrieking and dissolving into the loudest laughing fit he had ever heard from him, (yet), the sound was sweet and hysterical, loud but light. Simply perfect and Victor just couldn't have enough of it.

It was also funny how Yuuri didn't know what to do with his hands. Of course, he didn't want Victor to stop, so he didn't even bother to try and catch Victor's hands. Instead, Victor felt Yuuri's hands gripping at the back of his shirt and his knees going up in a futile attempt of his body to protect such a sensitive spot.

"Yuuri, you're laughing so much, could it be that you're the most ticklish right here?" Victor asked, the most playful smile in his lips as he stopped the nibbling momentarily, however, his hands kept Yuuri laughing like crazy.

Yuuri nodded weakly, he tried to babble out coherent words, but all were washed over by his laughter, Victor laughed too.

"Poor Yuuri, can't stand some tickles on his hips," Victor teased, his lips closing around Yuuri's hips again, making him shriek when his teeth sunk into the warm skin.

Oh they both were having so much fun. Victor just couldn't believe all this situation would end up like this. Yuuri was simply shy to confess his secret! How cute was his boyfriend? Being all shy just because he wanted Victor to tickle him again, ah, Victor felt like crying, he was so relieved.

A certain tapping on his back told him that Yuuri wanted to stop and so he did, but not before planting a tender kiss to Yuuri's hip. His darling was already shaking with silent laughter and Victor giggled softly as Yuuri came back from his ticklish high. He firmly rubbed Yuuri's hips to get rid of the residual tingles and Yuuri let him, as he tried to catch his breath. His hysterical laughter dissolving into sweet, unstoppable giggles.

Victor laughed. "Oh no, I think I broke my poor Yuuri!" He teased, moving to hover over Yuuri, careful to not put all his weight on Yuuri so he could still catch his breath. "Are you alright, love?"

Yuuri nodded and Victor smiled as he gently cleaned those tears of mirth from the sides of his face.

What a sight! Yuuri was flushed to his neck, he was slightly sweaty, but his eyes looked so dreamy and his smile was still so big, Victor couldn't help but place a tender kiss to the corner of Yuuri's mouth.

"I'm sorry, Victor," Yuuri finally said after his breathing had come back to normal.

Victor smiled, nuzzling his nose against Yuuri's. "It's okay, Yuuri, but next time don't keep any secrets away from me. I love you Yuuri, no matter what. If you like me to tickle you, then I will, if you don't, then I won't. It's as simple as that. I just want you to be the happiest when you're with me, besides… I think I also very much enjoy tickling you."

Victor poked Yuuri's side and Yuuri giggled, barely flinching as he wrapped his arms back around Victor's neck.

"I am the happiest when I'm with you," he said, his lips brushing against Victor's.

Victor smiled, feeling his heart beating fast. "Me too. I love you, Yuuri."

"I love you, Victor." He heard Yuuri say before they melted into yet another tender kiss.

Victor felt a certain tiredness taking over him, perhaps because all the stress he had felt during those days was finally wearing off, and cuddling with Yuuri sounded desperately nice at the time.

After that bout of tickling, Yuuri also seemed tired and ready to take a short nap in Victor's arms, and so they did. Both feeling lighter after talking things out, finding an answer to all their worries and anxieties. They fell asleep with smiles on their faces, butterflies filling their stomachs, excited to have fun with each other after a well deserved nap!

#yuri!!! no ice #yuuri!!! on ice #yuri on ice #yoi #victuuri #victor nikiforov #katsuki yuuri #ticklish!yuuri #tickle fic #mia's things #mia's fics #one prompt two fics

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ceratosaurtalks · 7 months ago

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Is there such thing as a "Beginner Snake"?

This is a topic Ive talked to a lot of people about. A lot of different breeders, and a lot of long-term keepers. When you think 'Beginner snake' A lot of the species that come to mind are things like Corn snakes, Ball pythons, Kingsnakes, ect. And a lot of people feel limited based on their experience and the false connotation that these species are really the only species that they can get based on care requirements.

However, it is widely agreed up that this really isn't true? Yes some species are easier to keep than others. Yes, some species should only be kept by advanced keepers who know how to handle animals that don't have room for mistakes. But there are other species beyond the most common sp. Available on the market that might be better suited for someone.

The issue with 'Beginner snakes' Isn't that they're particularly hard to keep. All snakes have their 'problems' and Quirks, I.E Balls are known for going on long hunger strikes if their husbandry isn't up to standards and in extreme cases, that means assist feeding which a lot of people are uncomfortable with. The problem often comes from the keeper getting an animal that they will rapidly loose interest in and rehome or neglect within a few years. Ive been open about this but I've taken in a lot of rehomes of various quality and health in my time, and if you follow me from Discord you've probably seen some pictures of some of my more... Unique, rehomes Ive picked up in the past.

When it comes to choosing your first pet snake you should figure out what you want and what you're expecting out of your animal. I think in my year of keeping, the best things you should ask yourself are these:

Do I want an animal I can take out and chill with? That won't be moving around a whole bunch? Or do I want an animal to that is more active, that will be interesting to Handle but won't typically sit still?

Do I want an animal that I can handle in the first place? Does handling play a factor for me? What is my budget? What is the reasonable sized space I can set aside for an animal that I want? What kind of temperament do I expect out of my animal? Do I want a display animal? Do I want an animal I can watch move about its enclosure and be active or do I want an animal I don't mind seeing a whole lot of?

Ultimately, different sp. Of snakes are vastly different from each other. And these behaviors *can and will* change based off the husbandry you're providing them. If you have a big empty enclosure with a hide or two and maybe a singular piece of decor, yeah, your BP is probably going to be a pet rock. They're semi-arboreal and Nocturnal, give them lots of climbing opportunities and cover and they'll be more inclined to explore.

King snakes and Milksnakes are a joy to handle and a even bigger joy to feed. I've kept Honduran Milks and Ive shared pictures of my Honduran Milks, theyre super active, always on the move, and when it comes to feeding sometimes I make them work for their food because they will peruse prey. A lot of Kingsnakes are the same way.

And beyond that, there are other sp. of animals that are not unreasonable for someone starting out to keep. Childrens Pythons are a *fantastic* sp. Of snake to get into and can be full of spunky personality. And if you want something that's an absolute treat to interact with, the Rosie Boa might be the best thing for you!

Theres tons. And I do mean tons. Of available sp. of Reptiles out there for you to enjoy. Find one thats going to fit your needs that isn't completely unreasonable, and research into it before you make any decisions for yourself. I cant stress this enough: Always do your research!

There is tons and tons of misinformation and outdated information about Herp keeping. There are people who will lie to you about an animals care to make a sale. The best thing you can do for yourself and for your animal is to *not* get all your information from one source. Use multiple credited sources. Join actual communities of keepers and private breeders and talk to them about their experiences and how they do things. Find forums, join discords or (vetted, trustworthy) Facebook communities. Watch some Youtube videos from (respected) content creators. Take a look on Morph Market, browse through whats commonly available.

This isn't to encourage you to do something stupid. No ones first snake should be a Hot(Medically-significant Venomous animal), or a unreasonable giant like a Reticulated Python. Just be reasonable, and don't be afraid to reach out to people and ask questions.

Tl;dr: Yes and no, there are animals that are easier to keep than other and some animals that are unreasonable to start with. But, whats more important is making sure whatever animal you pick is a good match for you as an individual and not because its the 'easiest'.

#reptiles #snake #herpetology #exotic pets

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hazbin-mpreg · 7 months ago

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Alastor mom week day one: pregnancy test

Word count: 600

TW: very mild mentions of sickness and panic attack

Author notes: I know I am a week behind on this, but I thought these would be fun to upload on this blog. They’ll probably be posted up at random.

Story below the cut!

Alastor was one to keep to himself for the most part, often spending his days locked away in the tower.

He seldom seeked out social interaction, most of it he had found annoying, useless at best.

But when Lucifer Morningstar began appearing at the hotel per his daughter's request, he couldn’t help but find his days spent antagonizing the other, reminding him of what a failure he was. Having abandoned his only child while she worked her ass off to this silly little hotel of hers.

The radio demon wasn’t expecting for the other to truly do anything, but Lucifer had cornered him, insisting on help with some sort of spell he wasn’t used to.

While it wasn’t common to do such things down in hell, Lucifer was one of the most powerful beings and Alastor couldn’t help but be curious and help him.

At first, he thought nothing had happened. At least from what Lucifer said- it must’ve been a dud or something. Much to Alastor’s annoyance.

Though as the weeks passed, things became weird for the radio demon.

At first was the awful fatigue, something he had yet to experience down here in hell. He rarely to never slept anyhow, his mind often plagued with nightmares.

Then he began becoming sick. Every single morning he found himself hunched over the toilet, emptying what little he had ate beforehand.

He had an odd hunch of what was going on, but simply tried to ignore / downplay it. There was simply no way he could be pregnant! It was impossible down here in hell as far as he knew.

At the same time, he was tired of being sick for no known reason.

It was hard to find time to grab a pregnancy test without the princess of hell questioning everything, she had noticed Alastor’s sudden change in behavior and was clearly worried.

Finally having set up a brief meeting with Rosie who had thankfully gotten him a test, he was quick to make his way to his tower.

Taking the test, he was a bit disgruntled by it. Not the biggest fan of doing it, more so out of embarassment incase it was negative.

Pacing in his office, his ears flattened as he heard the timer go off.

He was suddenly nervous, which was highly unusual of the radio demon. For the most part he took things in stride.

Stepping into the bathroom, he picked up the test. Holding it in his hands, and almost immediately dropping it.

It was postive-

“How in the world?!” He hissed, positive it was some sort of cruel joke. But he knew Rosie would never do something like that- she was his closest friend after all.

Ears still pinned down, he set the test down- taking a few steps back.

His head was spinning, having stumbled back and just barely making it into his chair.

Leaning back, a hand sat on his chest. Trying to control his breathing as radio static became louder and louder, almost defeaning to his own ears.

“That bastard!” He hissed out suddenly when it all clicked. Clearly Lucifer had fucked up his stupid spell and gotten him into this situation!

But..

Telling the king of hell he was pregnant? He couldn’t. He wouldn’t dare.

He’d have to keep this under wraps for as long as he could.

“Satan..” he huffed underneath his breath, running a hand down his face as his ears twitched.

“What in the world am I going to do with you hmm?” He spoke quietly, staring down at his flat belly.

If he was being honest- Alastor didn’t enjoy children. He never had them in his human life, and he certainly wasn’t planning on having them down here in hell of all places.

But- something just simply couldn’t get him to rid of the pregnancy.

Sighing, he leaned his head back. Idly rubbing at his temples.

“I suppose we’ll find a way to make this work..”

#hazbin hotel #mpreg #mom Alastor week #I am so late to doing this but I really don’t care lmao

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freckle-face-ace · 10 months ago

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Portgas D Ace X CisFem Reader

<typed>

«signed»

Rosinante chuckled from your kitchen table as he sat with your tablet propped up in front of him.

Your face was burning as you sat across from him thoroughly embarrassed. His amused eyes flickered from you back to the screen.

"I didn't know you were gonna watch it in front of me." you groaned.

He was reviewing the project he'd assigned you - to translate one of your favorite songs into sign language.

«Sign only, please.»

It wasn't that you had done a bad job, but your discomfort and embarrassment was very apparent in the video. It made you stumble and sigh often. Also something you weren't aware of, was Ace's voice singing along as if he'd known the song his entire life between chuckles and celebratory words when you managed to get a whole sentence correct. It wasn't just funny, it was down right adorable.

«Mean.» you pouted.

He rolled his hazel eyes and leaned forward locking the tablet.

«This was very good.» he smiled encouragingly, «There are still some words and letters you need to work on.»

«OK» you sighed and rubbed your face, «I'll work harder. »

«You aren't in trouble.» his smile remained, «We're going at your pace. You've come a long way in the last month and a half.»

«If you say so.»

He shook his head at your behavior as Kuma rested his chin on your lap. You wish you could say you didn't know why you were being so difficult, but you knew. Signing forced you to make movements you weren't entirely comfortable with. It was like dancing - you hated dancing. Not only that, it wasn't something that was incredibly common. At least you had never met a hearing impaired person before, which meant when you were at the store with Ace having a conversation people were staring. You felt it. Being on display like that was the last thing you wanted.

Kuma left your lap drawing your attention back up. He waddled to the door excitedly and sat with all of his attention focused on the doorknob.

Ace was home.

You glanced back at Rosi who was gathering his things.

«I'll see you on Friday, keep going over your alphabet and the words we discussed.» he swung his messenger bag over his shoulder and turned somehow getting his feet tangled.

"Rosi!" you gasped hopping to your feet as he caught himself on the side of the counter.

Ace rushed passed you to help the blonde up, "Are you alright?"

Rosi straightened himself out, «I'm fine, sorry to startle you.»

"As long as you're not hurt." you stepped next to your freckled mate.

You really should have been used to his clumsiness by now, but every time was a complete surprise.

After some reassurance and some small talk with Ace, Rosi made his exit.

You were stretched out on the sofa, the back of your head resting in Ace's lap while he brushed his fingers through your hair and watched TV. He'd been a bit down the last few days, after having a dream about Pops. He claimed it wasn't a dream - who were you to deny him? For him it was a very real experience that apparently Thatch had as well one night a couple of months ago. Finally reaching the closure he didn't know he needed with his father figure.

Finding out about Pops' death hit Ace harder than even he ever thought. He knew the old man would pass away eventually - he'd been very ill over the last year. Something about knowing they perished on the same day in the same place hit him in an unexplainable way. There was a silver lining, as there often is with this sort of thing - he was free of that illness. He also died knowing he was loved by his sons.

Your gaze rested on his melancholy expression. His eyes were cloudy but fixed on the television as he mindlessly messaged your scalp. You knew he was in some place far away. Slowly you reached up caressing his freckled cheek forcing his rubies to focus on you.

"You ok?"

You couldn't hear what he said but you were getting better at reading lips.

"I am." he smiled softly and rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip.

With a small smile you reached for the tablet laying on your stomach.

His brows pinched together as he read, <You're going out?>

You nodded, <I'm meant to have my first public experience alone, well, with Kuma at least.>

You could tell he really wasn't ready for you to go out, hell, neither were you. It was going to happen eventually and as Rosi said, "the sooner the better."

<I'll just Uber. I've got some work to get done.>

His pout tugged at your heart, <Where are you going to go?>

You nodded and pulled him down for a sweet kiss.

_____________

The next afternoon you waited on the porch for your Uber driver to arrive. After loading Kuma into the back seat you tapped the driver on the shoulder and showed him the note on your phone informing him that you were hearing impaired. He nodded and proceeded to take you into town.

Kuma's head rested against your shoulder, having sensed your anxiety beginning to peak. You hadn't been in a car many times after the accident, and when you were, Ace was with you. You rubbed his head until you arrived at your destination.

It was so strange to enter a busy store and not hear anything. You almost missed the 90's pop music playing over the store's speakers, it would have been better than the overwhelming nothingness.

With a soft sigh you tightened your grip on Kuma's lead and grabbed a cart. Looking around, you realized everything in the store had been reset.

Not off to a great start.

You were hoping this would be a quick trip with minimal human interaction. Now, unfortunately, to make it a quick trip you were going to have to ask for help.

Reluctantly you made your way to the nearest employee and tapped her shoulder. She turned and glanced at you, then down at Kuma.

As her lips began to move you held up the same note you'd shown your driver.

«I sign a little.» she smiled sweetly, «What can I help you find?»

Your anxiety ebbed a little, which was unexpected. You didn't expect to find someone who could sign.

«Paint, fabric and...» you paused and snapped your fingers trying to remember how to sign what you needed, «wooden...» you could feel your face heating up with embarrassment.

She watched you patiently.

"Dowels." you muttered.

«Still learning?»

You nodded bashfully, «Car wreck.»

«That must be hard. You'll get the hang of it.» she gave your shoulder a reassuring pat.

«Thank you.» you gave her a small smile.

With that she walked you through the store to find the things you needed.

___________

Ace sat at the bar in the restaurant flipping his phone in his palm while he waited for Thatch. He was a little worried that he hadn't heard from you. After your accident leaving you alone was difficult for him. This was the first time for you to go out without him, and you didn't check in when you got home.

If you got home...

A huff pushed passed his lips as a hand came down over his left shoulder.

"Calm down, you're weirding out the customers."

"She didn't text me." he muttered turning to the brunette.

"You said she had work to do. I'm sure she got busy." Thatch assured checking his phone, "C'mon, let's go."

The drive home was more or less quiet. Ace couldn't stop being bothered but Thatch managed to distract him with stories of things that happened before he'd arrived in your world.

Trailing off his laughter the raven glanced out the window a bit alarmed. They'd driven passed the house and were on a dirt path that led to the man-made pond near the forest where you discovered Ace. As they approached he spotted you standing in front of a small paddle boat with Kuma not far away.

"What's going on?" he asked looking at his brother.

"You'll see." Thatch's demeanor had gone a bit serious suddenly which made the younger male cautious.

Finally he parked as Kuma nudged you alerting you of their presence. You turned toward them, an adorable smile up turning your lips as the setting sun warmly lit your features. Ace's heart pulled in his chest. Seeing you so happy just to see him made his chest flutter.

After hugging you tightly and kissing your head he stepped back, «What are you doing out here?»

«I wanted to help...» you stumbled a bit with your signs, «with close.»

"Help with close?"

"Closure, I think." Thatch interjected.

You huffed and pulled your tablet from your hoodie pocket, <Come look. I'll explain.>

The brothers followed you the short distance to the bank of the pond where you had beached a small beat up wooden row boat. Ace's eyes widened as they scanned the very familiar jolly roger painted on black fabric that was pulled taut with dowels over a neat little pile of logs.

You handed a large smooth stone to Thatch and gave the second to Ace.

Thatch was already sniffling as the app on the tablet read your text aloud.

<Sorry this isn't the sea but it is a place you can visit and hopefully feel a connection.> locking the tablet you slipped it into your hoodie pocket.

The brothers stepped closer as you motioned them to place their stones at bow and stern. After that you opened the white container that had been sitting on a tree stump with a box of matches. You squeezed the bottle dousing the vessel and its contents in lighter fluid.

Ace and Thatch gave the boat a push as you struck a match and quickly tossed it into the logs igniting it. The sun had gone down quickly allowing the flames to be perfectly mirrored on the water as boat drifted out. Ace's arms wound around you tightly while you all quietly watched it begin to sink.

His damp freckled cheek nuzzled against yours as he muttered into your shoulder.

The End

#he fell from the sky #fem reader #isekai #lyndsyh24 #portgas ace x reader #whitebeard pirates #x reader #mdni #portgas d ace #one piece

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feverishly-kpop · 2 years ago

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Matz & Ateez - Part 3

Everybody had done their best to be quiet for the afternoon out of respect for Seonghwa and Hongjoong but after hours of being on their best behavior the rest of the members were getting restless.

After half an hour of screeching laughter and a suspicious number of loud thuds and bangs Seonghwa had had enough, pulling a blanket over his head.

“Joong, make them stop. My head…” he whined from under the covers.

Hongjoong groaned into his pillow. A dull pain had been building behind his eyes for the better part of the afternoon and their dongsaengs’ antics were doing nothing to help. Tossing back his blankets Hongjoong walked to their closed door.

“Yunho-ah” he yelled with the most intimidating voice he could muster in his current condition, followed immediately by a fit of painful coughs. The apartment fell silent before Hongjoong heard the sound of footsteps approaching.

“Hyung?” Yunho said from the other side of the door, his tone indicating that he knew that his hyung was not pleased.

“Get them under control and get them out of here” Hongjoong growled, sending the footsteps racing back to the common area. Hongjoong sighed in relief as he heard Yunho frantically instruct the rest of the members to get ready to go and, just a few minutes later, the sound of the door opening and closing.

Then silence. The sweet, sweet sounds of nothing.

Hongjoong laid back down in his bed, craving nothing more than a few hours of uninterrupted sleep.

“Joong. I really don’t feel well” Seonghwa muttered from his bed.

Yeah, join the club.

“I think my temperature is up. I’m…really dizzy” Seonghwa added, his words slurring in a way that instantly put Hongjoong on edge.

Sitting up again, he looked over at Seonghwa who was trying to get out of bed but failing miserably, clearly too dizzy to do much more than lean against his headboard with his head in his hands.

“Hey, hey, don’t try to get up. Lay back down. Okay?” Hongjoong said softly as he noticed the tears running down Seonghwa’s rosy red cheeks. “Don’t cry. Please don’t cry, Hwa. I’ll be right back.”

And with that Hongjoong hauled himself to his feet again, this time heading toward the washroom.

For all of the times he had complained about the small size of their apartment it certainly felt anything but in the moment. He made it half way down the hallway before he had to stop and lean against the wall to catch his breath.

He was just about to continue when he was startled by a voice behind him.

“Hyung? What are you doing out of bed?” Yeosang said as he popped his head out from his own room.

“Sang…I’m fine…” Hongjoong started but instantly gave up when he realized there was no way he was going to make it either to his original destination nor back to his own room. “Fuck, I’m dizzy too now” he muttered under his breath.

Yeosang raced forward from his room, grabbing Hongjoong around the shoulders as he guided him back to his room.

“What are you doing here Yeosang? Didn’t everybody go out?” Hongjoong asked between coughs, doing his best to bury his face in his elbow.

“We figured somebody should stay back here with you two. In case…well I guess in case something like this happened” Yeosang responded as he sat Hongjoong back on the edge of his bed.

“Thank you. Seriously. I didn’t realize how far the washroom is from our room” Hongjoong whispered, exhausted from the few minutes he spent on his feet. “But you definitely shouldn’t be in here. You don’t want whatever this is, trust me.”

Yeosang smiled sadly back at Hongjoong. “Hyung, as much as none of us want to get sick, somebody’s gotta take care of you.”

Hongjoong knew Yeosang was right. “Can you grab the thermometer from the cabinet in the washroom?” He relented. “And please put a mask on.”

*~*~*~*~*~

It didn’t take long for Yeosang to confirm that both Hongjoong and Seonghwa were running uncomfortably high fevers, which explained why neither Yeosang or Hongjoong could get Seonghwa to stop crying.

After an hour of cool compresses, changing clothes, popsicles, and calming words Yeosang had managed to single-handedly ease Seonghwa back to sleep. Hongjoong had fallen asleep almost immediately after Yeosang checked his temperature which was frankly a relief. Yeosang couldn’t handle tears from both hyungs at the moment.

Once he was sure that neither of them would be waking up any time soon Yeosang slipped out, pulling his mask off as he left their room and closing the door behind himself.

#kpop sickfic #kpop fluff #sickfic #ateez fluff #ateez sickfic #hongjoong fluff #sick hongjoong #Hongjoong sickfic #seonghwa fluff #seonghwa sick #seonghwa sickfic

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ouroboros-hideout · 11 months ago

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1-3-4-7-8

Yeah, I've decided to go in order with what you didn't get so far. Because I'll make you every one of them. Watch me.

(if you aren't bored, you know you can tell me xD)

Oh never getting bored about babbling about my blorbos (I just need some time to write my txt walls everytime xD)

1. What do they think of each other's family? And how does the family feel?

Since none of them have any family left (at least no blood relatives), there's not much to think about. Since Kurt used to be in a gang before he joined the military, I don't think he grew up in a sheltered household, and none of that has or had any meaning or value to him anyway so he won´t have much to tell about to someone. Of Aon's family, he only knows her stepfather, and after what he pulled off, he has nothing but contempt for him, just like she does. In that sense, the two have in common that their background or ancestry doesn't play a big role in their life together, although I can imagine that for Kurt it has a certain fascination or appeal that Aon grew up in high society and in a corpo family and can give him insight on that, especially on the european structures that differ from the ones in the NUSA.

3. What's their favorite thing to tease each other about?

Oh a really tough choice for Aon, but I think in general that he's a pretty intelligent guy and has great skills but some of his decisions are just so weird and rash that you have to doubt that intelligence sometimes. In addition, since she really doesn't care at all, she likes to make fun of his military behavior. That he is always so serious and thinks he has to or can control everything.

Kurt doesn't tease her that much, at least not on his own initiative. It's more of an exchange of blows between the two when she starts the teasing. But when it goes in a similar direction to her with his military attitude. She also tries to maintain a pretty tough image of herself, but since he knows that she can be different, he likes to make fun of it. Something along the lines of: oh big strong woman with her knives, but really just a little cuddly cat. Cute.

4. How do they compare to each other's exes? Are they the same "type" or an upgrade/something different?

It's different for Kurt, aside from the distance thing and Aon being a bit insistent on not acting like a cheesy couple in public. But it´s still not comparable to the level of secrecy he had to endure with Rosie. For Aon, it's also an upgrade, but not entirely different, as she sees him as “just” the man he is and doesn't care much about “what” he is. Of course, he has traits and behaviors that are much more attractive to her than those in previous relationships, but I think she makes a much bigger difference to him, especially in terms of affection and the way she treats him. (maybe there is some more insight on it in the following question 7).

7. What's their most and least favorite thing about each other?

The favorite thing is that they accept each other as they are, with their strengths and weaknesses. She doesn't care about his rank or title or that he is seen as a terrorist. And his ego is big enough to put up with her bossy attitude and challenge her, while he gives her the strength and self-confidence she needs when she starts to struggle. The two are united by light-heartedness and unconditionality, and they form a great mixture of friendship and love.

What Aon likes least: His playboy behavior. He doesn't really make moves on other women (except for that slip up he had with Rosie you know what I mean), but he can be a bit too flirty for her taste. She's not overly jealous as she knows it's just his dick thinking at those moments lmao and not anything serious. But it can get really annoying in negotiations etc. But she's not blind and will tell him one way or another if he goes a bit overboard.

The least favorite for Kurt: That she's a bit distant sometimes. On the one hand, he likes that she's not so controlling and they can both meet at eye level and everything just isn't so serious. On the other hand, he wishes that she would let herself be a little more “controlled” sometimes, which is why he tries to persuade her to give up her business in Russia and come to Dogtown forever. Not that he wants to force her, but he would like to have more closeness. Also that, to exaggerate, he can't show her around as his girlfriend. It reminds him a bit of the whole secrecy with Rosie, also the fact that they only see each other at certain intervals. Of course it's absolutely not comparable because at some point he understands why she behaves like that and he himself has problems getting fully involved in something new because the ghost of Christmas past still haunts him aswell. But he would like to be more open about the whole relationship (maybe he gets what he wants in 2078+).

8. What do they find physically sexiest about each other?

Kurt loves her smile, whether she's laughing because she's making fun of him or in a cheeky or sassy way. Also that she is relatively athletic and well-trained and not a fragile little doll who can't take anything. What was a very pleasant surprise for her is that he likes her scars because they give her a tough and fierce look and he finds it desierable when someone can withstand all odds.

Aon has a fascination for his eyes. On the one hand, they give him this really cunning, powerful and bold look, but on the other hand, they can also be very gentle and soft. Well, and the other thing is a bit blunt, but we're talking about sexy, so his figure in general. Shoulders so broad he could carry a tree on them, plus the slutty waist. In general, his size was a bit intimidating to her at first, but she really learned to love it, especially because she's never been with a person with those “measurements” before (we're still talking about his height, okay!!??). In general, he just reflects on the outside how she perceives him to be as well. Something like a tower of strength.

#i think by now these ask games are the main content i have “to offer” on my blog lmao #oc: aon #kurt hansen #otp: like napalm #ask game #writing stuff

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ourlordandsaviorgojira · 9 months ago

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no evidence, no crime

Aight, sure @taythewhom , I'll bite. I'll agree there's not sufficient evidence to take the case to a court of law, that's probably why nobody's ever done so. It's awfully hard to prosecute abuse when you agreed to it. Its also convenient that that's a common abuse tactic but y'know. Like I said before, abusers like to make it easy for themselves.

I wouldnt say there's "no evidence" tho. There's text logs and conversation recordings, plus Neil's own accounts of things, which, while not admitting to Rape obviously, sure as hell don't paint a rosy picture. So be as autistic about phrasing as you like, the fact remains that multiple people have given multiple consistent accounts of his behavior over the past 3+ decades and I think ignoring that on the grounds of it not being "hard evidence" is supremely retarded at best.

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lenaschin · 1 year ago

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History Redesigned: The Great (2020)

What is the koinos kosmos (common world) and mutually assumed knowledge the series shares with viewers?

The Great (2020) surrounds Catherine the Great’s rise to power as the first and longest reigning female Empress of Imperial Russia; we follow her marriage to Russia’s Emperor Peter III, an abusive cheater whose rule was authoritative and harsh. The series pulls us into the the historically well known “koinos kosmos” of 18th century Russia; the teaser's warm, flower-filled visuals (of Germany, prior to Catherine's departure), contrasts with the opening scene, in which Catherine--pale and rosy-cheeked--rides through her new, dark, cold, and blue-toned home in a royally embroidered carriage, after which "RUSSIA" appears on screen. That night, warm tones highlight Russian culture through an immersion in the drunken, music and sex-filled world of the court; the show hints at the "koinos kosmos" through a clear portrayal of the world's political (monarchic, harsh), behavioral (heteronormative, hegemonic) and stylistic (18th century clothing, etc.) attributes. The series assumes our shared knowledge of 18th century Russia's monarchic political state in addition to Catherine the Great's role in female history; without this knowledge, the alteration of history isn't clear, as the narrative cuts out 17 years of their tortorous marriage and instead, begins Catherine's murderous plot in the first episode.

How does the series depict cultural hybridity through the alerted history’s role in reflecting and reshaping cultural assumptions?

The series represents cultural hybridity through Catherine’s prominently illustrated love of knowledge, focus on female education, and desire for sexual pleasure (rather than male-oriented sex), which revert assumptions of the passive 18th century woman. Much of Catherine’s enlightenment and motivation to fight for power stems from her love of books, all of which surround European philosophies from outside of the temporally dominant cultural norms. Her cultural divergence is actualized through, for example, her sexual openness, as depicted in the first episode. She recites a detailed, poetic description of how the first 'night' with one's husband should be romantic, slow, and mutually pleasurable. This is contrasted by the actual occurrence; he walks in and quickly does the deed while talking to a friend (also in the room) about hunting, and leaves without pleasuring her. Her immediate distance from the culturally dominant gender norms foreshadows her future implementation of international ideas in Russian culture, such as women's education.

How does the series depict the power of understanding world-creation?

Catherine’s initial attempts at happiness by making change within the boundaries of the current world are undermined by Peter; she organizes a school for young women and he literally burns it down. In alignment with her love of reading, she begins to view the narrative of her world as almost fictional–something to be created, rather than accepted–and steps into action. In this way, the show highlights the oppressive structure (the hegemony, represented by Peter) that “grimly governed” Catherine’s as ideological rather than static, or "impregnable," as described by Thrall. She describes her rise to power: “Destiny didn’t do it. I did it." The power of knowledge helped her create a world that not only suited her, but was hers.

In what ways do formulations of the past, present, and future engage with prospective realities of what might have been and what might be in the series’ alerted history?

The series’ formulation of the past is set “askew” from our assumptions of one reality through the presence of fictitious characters who represent modern-day perspectives (Catherine's mad) in addition to real-life characters who have been adjusted to represent similar views; the latter are characters who "might-have-been," and therefore entertain the idea of multiple possible realities. For example, Orlo’s character is loosely based off of a historically respected military leader, but The Great depicts him as someone (literally and physically) small, whose difference from the others’ focus on sex, alcohol, and violence resulted in his mistreatment. However, this characterization actually aids in the show’s message surrounding the malleability of the past, present, and future, as Orlo's character poses the decisions of the present in relation to how they might affect the future. He focuses on past mistakes to highlight that, to avoid a certain future, the present must change. For example, he notes that Peter's last military strategy resulted in 1800 unnecessary deaths, and suggests that because of this, Peter should accept strategic changes to avoid a future recurrence. This rare clap-back leaves Peter in awe, and even though he defensively denies this, the Court's momentary consideration of Orlo's idea brings up the question--what would be reality had this one decision changed? (How do our past, present, and future interplay?)

How do multiple realities or contemplations of multiple realities merge with questions of authenticity?

The authenticity of our known ‘historical’ reality, in which Catherine’s life was dominated by Peter for over 17 years, is challenged by The Great’s introduction of a parallel reality in which her power is more quickly realized. Although Peter actually became Emperor 17 years after their marriage, and then ruled for 6 months before being overthrown, the show portrays him as Emperor before their marriage. This immediately frames historical ideas of ‘authentically’ masculine power as “open to debate,” as Peter’s immaturity is heightened through the power he holds as Emperor (rather than being a normal annoying, but avoidable teenager). Peter’s contrast with his ‘historical’ role as emperor (a title of strength and leadership) makes us consider typical “antiquities,” such as unquestioned male dominance throughout history, as “fake” and ideological.

#oxyspeculativetv @theuncannyprofessoro

#oxyspeculativetv

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