#delusion and denial gang

[local-omen]

guys

guys i—

i don’t think. … . .. i don’t think tech is coming back

[thecondemnedangelgabriel]

The Stalker Barfe As Rapist

Barfe has been having Sex With Women Who Cannot Consent

And DO NOT Consent

They are Trapped and Enslaved and Controlled by Terror and Violence

They are Abused Women to which he has been Paying for Access

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Initially Louis Barfe did not Comprehend Their Enslaved State

And this is to do with Stubborn Denial Delusional

Because it should have been Obvious

It is a Denial of Extreme Harmful Selfishness

It has assisted Louis towards all kinds of Abuses in his Wicked Life

And it is a Denial So STRONG Tregonning as to be Madness

His Psyche Depends On It

He cannot mentally cope with the Know

That he has done Such Evil

Barfe becomes Violent

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After 2019 the Online Testimony of Sara Annwyl made it extremely clear that it was Organised Gang Controlled Sexual ENSLAVEMENT that explained Roxanne Anderton's Disappearance and Suffering...

And that Eleanor Tams had been Selling Roxanne and Hurting Roxanne

At this point, Louis Barfe began to Viciously Attack Sara Annwyl

And his Lies Increased Exponentially and very Malevolently

With Intent to Extremely Harm this Mother he had Long Endangered

And ENDANGERED EXTREMELY, it is Miracle that keeps Sara Alive

Roxanne IS NOT Alive

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He then began visting and having sex with the London Trapped Women with a New Bad Attitude

One of Intense Anger

And at that point he was Raping those Abused Women CONSCIOUSLY

And he was doing so Angrily as if HE had been wronged...

And HIS rights infringed...

Tregonning's Psychopathic Hatred Assisted Him O O O

Barfe Fuels himself upon Tregonning's Stalker's Hate

It helps him to Feel Supported, this is also True of Emily Reynolds

Barfe CHOSE Evil in Life

Barfe is Damned

Reynolds is Damned

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These True Facts About Louis Barfe

Are very very easy to prove and are already rather well known and are utterly believed by Witnessing Involved Press People, but some of those Involved Journalists are long involved in complicity with the Sex Abuse of Women in Red Light... They Are Old Boys Of The Papers

So they jolly him along matily and protectively, as Is His Old Fashioned Gentleman's Right

But THESE Are Not Barfe's Rights

Or Any Of Those Enabler's Rights

And there will be many Arrests

And The World Is Changing

For The Better

O O O

I Can Very Easily Provide The Evidence, Tregonning... For Court!

But it is not Louis's Destiny to Go To Court

Or Any Of You Three

What is happening here is Turbulence Extreme

And you three are all in Greatest Trouble on your O Journey

I am awaiting some Major Arrests, Stalkers...

They're not 'Delusions' or 'Lies' or 'Mirages' Unknowers

O O O V

[weeddennis]

I was originally going to float the idea of one for frank too but I genuinely don't know what they'd do for him because the whole point of his character is that he's *not* steeped in 1 million layers of delusion and denial like the younger members of the gang. yeah he's got unresolved trauma too ('stuff it down with some brown!') but he knows exactly who he is and doesn't give a shit about it

my one true greatest wish for sunny s17 is for dee to get a season finale in the vein of mac finds his pride/the gang carries a corpse up a mountain/dennis takes a mental health day. unzip her !!

[deceitful-darlings]

Important question cause i dont ever seeing anyone writing this. So ive read plenty yanderes where the reader escapes while being preganct only for they yandere to find them years later.

What if mc escapes the gang bang au while being pregnant? The 1st years find them a couple years later, but notice theres no child with them. What happened to baby that shouldve been born by now? They were put up for adoption, cause lets be real, not everyone would want to keep their rapist/kidnapper child and be reminded of all the bad times. How would they react?

It’s something I think about often for these kind of scenarios, because not only would they need to be a parental person to start with, but also to be able to deal with the trauma of what happened to keep the child, and how many people could say that.

Now, they probably react better to the child having been adopted out rather than terminated, so that’s something Jack is actually thankful for, as the one who’s probably most in his right mind, he does have moments of lucidity. Even when you were with them he could see how concerned you were about the pregnancy, and of course at the concept of parenthood itself. While the human part of him doesn’t want to, the wolf in him is annoyed if you’re in situation where you can provide for yourself and gave the child away. It’s fine, you’re back and he can go back to ignoring reality, they can get the child back one way or another.

Deuce fron the moment of your disappearance went into full on denial. He lives in a delusion about your relationship, and can’t see anything that should’ve upset you or made you want to leave them in the first place. He spends years lying to himself and coming up with various excuses for your absence that don’t put the blame on either party, and his thought process doesn’t change when they find you and discover you gave the baby away. He’ll convince himself you were forced to, that you had no choice in the matter, but it’s all ok, they’re here now! They’ll get your baby back, just you wait and see!

Sebek. Well, is it any shock that he’s angry? I know, huge surprise, right? To disgrace him by not just giving away their his child, but to allow them to be given away to a human family? To be raised by people he doesn’t know, can’t trust, and will inherently be weaker than him by virtue of being human? Have you no standards? No care? No shame for your outrageous actions?! Don’t expect sensitivity from him, because it isn’t going to happen, you must have some documentation about this family you gave their his child away to, yes? Now, he’s going to pay them a visit.

Epel is actually heartbroken about it, but as with most things he hides it behind frustration and lashing out. While there is a small part of it that is down to it feeling like an insult, for Epel there’s actually something more behind it. Family. He’s used to being close to family, being able to rely on each other for anything and giving things up for one another, it doesn’t matter what they have to go through they do it together. You’ve gone against everything his upbringing was, and what it taught him. He can’t forgive you for that, you might just notice the tears in his eyes if you can get past the yelling.

As always, the one that eludes me most is Ace, while I don’t think Ace was thrilled to be a parent, I definitely think there’s a part of him that isn’t going to feel pleasant when he finds out you’ve gotten rid of the kid. There was a chance it could’ve been his, which means that in giving them away it means you had no problem getting rid of him, cutting ties and moving on. Rejecting him. He doesn’t take kindly to that at all. He doesn’t get angry, and in a way that might be even scarier than Sebek and Epel yelling, he’s just kind of emotionless, maybe raising an eyebrow or shaking his head, but he’s not his normal self laughing and jabbing at you, and what’s scarier than someone acting as the opposite to what you remember?

[macdenlover]

if macden becomes canon, do you think dennis’ sexuality will be addressed/questioned by the gang or do you think they’ll see it coming/already know? or like how do you see dennis coming out and macden getting together playing out? which comes first? (in your ideal version or in a realistic version either way) sry if this is confusing 😵‍💫 but i’ve been thinking ab whether his attraction to mac or his attraction to men in general will be the point of focus if macden canon 🤔 maybe it will take a season or two to unravel both threads?

first of all amazing question 10/10.

maybe this is an unpopular opinion? idk? but i don’t see them ever giving dennis a whole coming out arc like they did with mac. i think it would be a much more implicit thing that would be tacked onto a bigger transformative arc for his character. because the whole coming out thing for mac had to do with religion and intense homophobia and self punishment and it was a very active denial of something he already knew. dennis on the other hand is just insanely delusional. and there’s this fucked up parasitic relationship between love and sexuality and the mask that he creates for himself. so i see them giving dennis an arc that breaks down that mask and lets his vulnerabilities show which would work Very Well next to macdennis going canon. (i can not stress enough how much i need this mac gets a bf + dennis gets jealous thing to pull through next season). but anyways the point is i don’t think he’d ever announce his sexuality in a profound way bc his queerness isn’t really the emotional crux of his character.

that being said if he does come out i see it being after macdennis happens and in a super casual way and i don’t think he’d ever actually say the word bisexual out loud. i have this headcanon that dennis has his own elaborate kinsey scale system (thanks glenn lmao) and he’d explain to the gang how his sexuality is way more fluid and elevated than the average person and after the whole long winded explanation they’d be like. so bisexual. that’s just being bisexual. and he’d get all offended and frustrated that they obviously didn’t hear what he said. I think it would be a minor thing he’s in denial about but in a way that stems from his own delusion of superiority instead of actual homophobia.

as for the gang knowing, i think nobody has ever really given a shit but mac who would be totally caught off guard by it. and i think the idea of him just not believing that bisexuality is real would be so funny but at the same time he did come up with that plan to tell mandy that dennis has sex with women but is emotionally involved with dudes so IDK!! i’m in the boat that i don’t really care whatever ends up happening but it should be funny <3

[blooming-violets]

SMITTEN || TASM SERIAL KILLER/STALKER AU

April is for AU Event: | PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR |  PART FIVE | EPILOGUE

WARNINGS: 

Chapter Three Includes: 

heavy mentions of past physical abusive from an abusive boyfriend, mental abuse and manipulation

severe mood swings, sudden bursts of anger, mentions of blood, seeing blood and dead bodies in photographs, cutting one’s hand, molestation, feelings of worthlessness, self hatred, talk of dead parents, heavy smut scenes, bondage, descriptions of beating someone to death with their fists

VERY SERIOUS TOPIC (and spoilers): I mention a violent gang rape in this chapter. It is mentioned about Aunt May and surrounding her death. There is also a big conversation about rape afterwards. Peter denying that he did anything wrong when confronted by the accusation and pictures he took of Mia. There’s heavy denial, delusion, and hypocrisy when the topic is being discussed. Please know that those are not my thoughts but the thoughts of a broken, disturbed fictional character. 

Chapter Three

Peter kept his promise. 

She didn’t see him for the rest of the day except the two times he cracked open the door just wide enough to slide in a plate of food for her lunch and dinner. She could hear a series of locks click into place once the door was closed again. Most of the food went uneaten. She wasn’t hungry. She stayed curled up in the corner of her room, legs drawn to her chest, and quietly wept. Was this her life now? A prisoner? Was it really any different from her old life?

She hadn’t been locked up like this until she found Peter’s secret stash of photographs. If she hadn’t been so damn curious she probably wouldn't be in this mess in the first place. His change only happened after she overstepped his boundaries. It was her fault the locks were installed on the door. Why couldn’t she just have behaved and respected his privacy? Why did she have to find the photographs? The hollow, dead eyes of the bloody man in that picture haunted her dreams every time she dozed off and plagued her waking thoughts. Who was he? What had Peter done to him? Would he do those things to her next? 

She knew now that Peter had been stalking her. It was unclear for how long. He told her he loved her. That was impossible. He didn’t know her. And, yet, somehow when said those words he was more convincing than Jake had ever been. What was she going to do? How would she ever get out of this mess? Even if she did escape, where would she go? Back to Jake? She was starting to doubt the truth of Peter’s story as to how she ended up here. It didn’t matter though. Even if Jake wasn’t planning on killing her that night, it would have happened eventually. He had only threatened her with it so many times in the past. How long had she willingly allowed him to hurt her before she got away? In a sense, it was because of Peter that she was free. Not that she would call living in a locked room “free”. Running from one cage to the next. As long as he didn’t physically harm her, she decided that she would rather take this over living in constant fear of Jake. The lesser of two evils. This was the longest she had gone without being slapped around or told she was nothing. 

She wiped tears from her eyes and forced herself to stand up. The time of day was irrelevant down here. There was no clock or windows to keep track. She stumbled her way on stiff legs to the door. 

Her forehead rested against the heavy wood and she called out, “Peter?” 

She waited for an answer. When nothing came, she called out again, louder this time, “Peter!” 

Footsteps sounded overhead and she silently followed them with her eyes as they moved across the floor towards the basement steps. The old, wooden stairs groaned with his weight as he lumbered down them. The footsteps stopped outside of her door. She waited for him to unlock it but it never happened. He was just standing there on the other side. Waiting.

She sighed and turned her back to the door, sinking down to sit in front of it, “Peter?”

She could hear him copy her movement and sit down opposite her, their backs pressed together, separated by a locked door. 

“Yeah?” His voice was caked in sleep like she had woken him from a sound slumber. “Are you okay? Do you need anything? I promised I wouldn’t come back in until tomorrow.” 

Her eyes filled with fresh tears. How was it that this stranger keeping her locked in his basement was better at keeping promises then her long term boyfriend? She tried to keep the sadness from her voice when she spoke but a hiccup of a sob came out anyway, “Can you tell me what time it is, Peter?” 

She could hear his breath hitch in his throat and the sound of his body scooting over the concrete floor to shift positions.  

“It’s about 3 am,” his voice sounded soft, tired. “Are you crying?” 

Three in the morning. She had been sitting in the corner in a daze for hours. She hated being alone. That’s part of the reason why she stayed so long with Jake. Who else would ever want her? Disgusting. Ugly. No one else would even think about having her. Jake made it clear how appalling she was to be around. Yet he stayed anyway like he was doing her a favor. If she left him, she would have to be alone. He knew her fears and he preyed upon them like a vulture. Nights were always the worst. The silence gave her time for her mind to play all sorts of evil tricks on her. She didn’t want to be alone tonight. 

She slipped her fingers under the crack in the door, “Would you hold my hand? Please…just for a minute…” 

Peter’s fingers brushed over hers and she closed her eyes at the contact, her head slumping back against the door. She was afraid to ask him to come inside but more afraid of being left alone again. 

“Peter? Would you stay with me tonight? Just like this.”

“Anything you want. I’ll do anything you want.” 

He woke up the next morning to a sharp ache in his stiff back and his fingers splayed out on the empty concrete floor. Her hand was no longer in his sights. He hoisted himself to his feet with a groan and unlocked the door. He had kept his promise to her and stayed away the whole day. With a new day dawning, he couldn’t wait to get a look at her once more. He missed her.

Peter cracked open the door and peered inside. She was curled up on the bed under the covers and sleeping soundly. At some point in the early hours of the morning, she must have released his hand and crawled back into bed to get more comfortable. He slipped inside and shut the door behind him, walking quietly towards her bed. 

His heart surged with love as he watched her sleep. Gently, he brushed some curls from her face and leaned down to place a kiss on her cheek. She moaned softly at the touch and started to stir, her eyes fluttering open, a sleepy smile tugged at the corner of her lips. It wasn’t until her eyes opened completely that she scrambled back away from him in fear, letting out a surprised yelp in the process. His heart sank. She was still so scared of him. Poor thing. As if he would ever harm a hair on her head. 

Peter gave her a sad smile, “Listen. We’re going to need to have a talk today. I need to explain some things to you. But before that, I wanted to make sure you're comfortable. I thought I could sneak into your old house and bring you back some of your clothes or anything you might be missing. Would you like that?”

He watched her straighten up in an attempt to shake off the lingering of sleep , hugging the blankets protectively around her, and she nodded.  

“I could come with you. I could show you-”

Peter cut her off and shook his head, “No. It’s too dangerous. You need to stay here. Tell me what you want and I’ll get it for you.”

She chewed on the inside of her cheek, disappointed that she wasn’t allowed to leave, but sighed with defeat. The thought of having some of her things again was too strong of an opportunity to pass up. “We have a spare key. It’s hidden under the plant pot on our front porch. The bedroom is up the stairs to the left. I just need some tee shirts, maybe some leggings, and some fresh underwear and socks. Are you sure you want to do this? What about Jake?” 

Peter’s shoulders tensed at the mention of his name but he flashed her a smile, “Don’t worry about him. I’ll wait until he’s gone. I’ll get you breakfast and then come back with gifts. You just go back to sleep and wait.” 

She called back out to him just as he was slipping out the door, “Peter! Could you bring my book too? It’s on my bedside table. Maybe…if you can…grab some extra books from the shelf in the living room. The left side are all the ones I haven’t read yet. If you wanted to, of course. You don’t have to. It’d just be nice to have something to do here.”

“I’d drag over the entire bookshelf if you asked me to.”

Peter carried two full tote bags and a backpack down into his basement. They contained a variety of her belongings. Mostly clothes and books but he had snuck a few other secrets in there that he thought she might enjoy. He unlocked the three heavy locks bolting the door closed and walked inside. She was sitting cross legged on the bed, finishing her plate of eggs and bacon. He was glad to see she was finally eating. He held up the bags and gave her a smile. 

“As easy as pie! You should have everything you could ever need now. You’ll never have to leave,” he plopped the tote bags on the bed in front of her, keeping the backpack for himself, and pushed the armchair across the room to sit beside her bed. 

She shoved her almost empty plate aside and lightly thumbed through the bags, taking note of her clothes and books, “Thank you.” 

He could tell a sadness had washed over her. He thought she would be happy with her gifts. He had gone through the trouble to get them for her. 

Peter sat down in the chair, his back rigid as he studied her, “You’re not happy? Did I forget something?” 

She blinked and glanced over at him, “No…no…this is fine. Thank you.” 

“Then why are you sad?” 

He heard her swallow the lump in her throat and try to cover up a sniffle. She gave him a little, mournful smile, “How do you know I’m sad?”

“Isn’t it obvious? Your shoulders tensed up, your eyes are all glassy, you’re chewing on the inside of your cheek and trying to act like you’re not upset. I can hear it in your voice and feel it hanging around you. What did I forget? I can go back and get it for you.” 

She turned away from him with a quiet, sorrowful laugh, “You didn’t forget anything. How did you get so good at reading people?” 

Peter shrugged. “I thought everyone could do that. Isn’t it obvious?” He asked again.

“No. Not everyone can. I guess I’m not used to people picking up on my emotions. Most people tend to overlook me. Sorry. This is great. Thank you, Peter.” 

He shifted in his seat and frowned, “Why would anyone ever overlook you?” 

“It doesn’t matter,” she gave a soft sigh and forced herself to look back at him. “You said you wanted to talk when you got back. About what?”

Peter’s body language changed. The sudden shift took her by surprise. His right eye twitched and his jaw tightened. He reached into his hoodie pocket and tossed a handful of pictures down on the bed. Her eyes widened when she got a look at the content on them and she scrambled up towards the headboard with a small cry to get away. She wasn’t expecting such a shock after he went out of his way to get her things. 

“Why?” She gasped, turning her head away from the grotesque images thrown before her and squeezing her eyes shut. 

From her quick glance, she could tell each picture had a bloodied, obviously dead man in them. She refused to stare long enough to see how many there were or get any clues on how they were killed. She didn’t want to even think about them, let alone, take a look. 

Peter stood up and she flinched away from him but he wasn’t going for her, he was organizing the photos into a line over the covers, “Do you see these men?” When she refused to look, anger raced through his veins straight into his heart. He needed her to see them. He needed her to understand what she saw earlier. “Look at them!” His voice boomed with dominance off the concrete walls. 

She jumped at his scream and started to whimper, “Peter, please. Don’t. I don’t want to see.” 

“It’s too late for that.” His eyes flashed with rage and he grabbed one picture from the pile and held it in front of her face. “Do you have any idea who this man is?” His breath was coming out in shallow bursts. 

The way his anger turned on so quickly reminded her of Jake. She was waiting for the violence to follow. She knew how this played out. His anger would turn her into his own little punching bag. She shook her head, tears freely falling down her cheeks. “No. I don’t know who he is.” 

Peter grabbed another photo, “What about him? Do you know what he’s done?” He tossed that one back onto the bed and pointed to another. “Or him? What about this one? Do you have any idea who these people are?”

“No!” Her voice was shrill and she held her hands over her face, peeking through the cracks in her fingers to keep a watchful eye on him. “I don’t know who they are!” 

A manic smile grew under his dark eyes to give him a deranged and obsessive appearance. He pulled a photograph out from his pocket and handed it to her. This one was different from the rest. It was older, torn, and the edges worn down. She gingerly took it with shaking fingers and examined the picture. A young, brown haired boy with shaggy hair was standing on a fallen log in the forest. He had a big, goofy grin over his face. His two front teeth were missing. He couldn’t be more than 10 years old. Standing beside him on the log, one arm bracing his shoulder for balance, was an older woman. She looked too old to be his mother but young enough to still keep up with a rowdy child. A warm, gentle smile was on her lips and her eyes shone with kindness. 

“Do you know who that is?” Peter whispered. His entire tone had changed. 

She turned to stare at him. His anger had fled as quickly as it started. Tears glistened in his eyes and he slumped onto the edge of her bed. She quietly shook her head in response. 

“That’s me and my Aunt May.” Even saying her name sent a pang of agony through his chest. “My parents died two years before that picture was taken. She took care of me. Loved me. This room,” he gestured a hand around them. “This was supposed to be hers. She was getting older. I didn’t want her to live by herself anymore. I made this so she could move in with me. There was no room upstairs. I wanted her to have her own space. She deserved it.”

She stayed silent, keeping her eyes on his face instead of on the dead men at her feet. He looked so lost. So heartbroken. How could this be the same man who blew up at her only seconds ago? 

“Three years ago I went to visit her. We were getting ready to move her into my place. I was going to go help her pack. Something was wrong when I pulled up. Her front door was cracked open. Things were smashed and broken inside. I followed a trail of blood to her bedroom. I found her there. Stripped naked. Covered in blood. She was still alive. Just barely. I held her in my arms as she died.” He paused to rub a tired hand over his eyes. The pain in his voice was evident. “When the autopsy report came back, it said she had been gang raped by multiple men. They forced their way into her house, beat her, raped her, robbed her, then killed her. She had done nothing wrong in her entire life. She was perfect and they tainted her. They ruined her. All those years she kept me safe and, the one time she needed me, I wasn’t there.” A single tear trailed down his rosy cheeks at the memory. “There was semen found inside of her. I was stupid. I thought that meant the cops would be able to find who did this to her. They had their DNA in their system. It should be an open and shut case. I was wrong. Apparently the people who did this were tied to something bigger. A drug ring or some bullshit. The cops wanted to make a bigger bust than just arresting a couple of rapists. They care more about drugs in this country than they do the lives of women.” 

Peter stood up to pace around the room. He ran a frustrated hand through his hair. He had never recounted this story to anyone before. “The night she died, before all the stuff with her autopsy came back, I went out to a bar. I didn’t know where else to go. I couldn’t go home. I couldn’t live without her. I felt like I was floating through space. If May didn’t exist then Peter was gone as well. There was no me without her. She was hope. Love. Kindness. Everything good in this world was because of her. Without her, there is only darkness. I was kicked out around closing time, stumbling through the streets, trying to find another place to drink. And that’s when I saw him. There was a woman lying unconscious in the back lot of a convenience store. He was on top of her. Fucking her. All I could see was May. Next thing I know, my fists are covered in blood and the man’s face is completely bashed in. There was nothing recognizable left about him. Just like that, he no longer existed. Like May, he was gone but, this time, it was because of me.” A dark smile spread on his lips and he whispered, “It felt so good. I had never felt anything so powerful in my life. It was like a little part of myself came back to me then but I had to run. I spent the next week terrified the cops would show up at my door to arrest me. They never did. I didn’t even hear about it on the news. It was a sign. I could face no repercussions as long as I acted with a good cause in mind. When everyone refused to get justice for May, I knew what I had to do. Her death would not be in vain. I would be the one to save her.” 

He settled back into the armchair with a content sigh and nodded his head to the pictures, “That’s who those men are. One by one I found them. I did what the police couldn’t do. I protected the town. It’s because of me that the people here are safer than they were before. Those men deserved to die. They deserved those deaths. Those pictures are a reminder of what I am capable of. I am the protector. No one else will ever have to go through what my sweet May did that day. When I was done with them, I moved on to others. The world is full of bad people, love. I’ll find them all. I’ll cleanse the world of their filth.”  

She was stunned silent. His obsession was too much to take in all at once. She had no idea how to respond. Her arms felt numb and anxiety stirred in her stomach. She didn’t dare tell him that what he was doing to her was no better than those men he had killed. In becoming his version of a vigilante, Peter essentially became the men he was trying to stop. She saw the picture of her covered in his semen while she lay unconscious. How was that any different from the first man he claimed to have killed? His hypocrisy of words versus his actions was not something she was going to bring up. He was dangerous and unstable and she was scared. 

Peter studied her expressions carefully, searching for any signs of fear. He could tell she was doing her best to keep her expression neutral. When she didn’t say anything in response, he leaned back with a heavy slump into the chair and put his feet up on the bed. 

“Mia,” he stated. 

Her head whipped to face him with a look of shock. She was almost certain he didn’t know her name. Had he known it this whole time? She blinked up at him in question. 

“Why are you dating Jake? I know what he does to you. I saw it. I see everything. I see what you think of me. You think I’m evil. A killer. You don’t have to say it for me to know. And maybe you’re right. I am a killer. I like the way it feels. Eliminating another sorry, piece of shit from the world gives me the feeling of pure ecstasy. It’s the only driving force I have left. Without it, I have no purpose anymore. That was…until I saw you. Just like how I knew what must be done to get vengeance for May, I knew what I had to do when I saw you. Do you want to know how you really got here, Mia?”

She gave a quiet squeak and timidly nodded, letting out a heavy breath, and feeling lightheaded. She hadn’t even realized she’d been holding her breath this entire time. 

Peter gave her a miniscule flash of a smile, “I brought you here. To save you. It was the second time I saved you. The first was the night a rock went through your living room window.” He watched as her eyes widened with the memory. “Jake was going to rape you, wasn’t he? Does he do that often?” Her breath caught in her throat and her eyes filled with tears. “I stopped him, didn’t I? The rock was a distraction. It pulled him out of it, right?” She silently nodded her head, closing her eyes to let the tears fall down. “Then I followed you to the movies. I saw you in the car with him. He was touching you in places you didn’t like, isn’t that true? I’m sad to say that I left before anything more happened. I would have stopped him had I been there longer. But I heard the two of you fighting in the driveway afterwards. He was angry. So angry. And you were so scared. It was going to happen again. I watched him hurt you. There was a lot of blood. He knocked you unconscious and ran away like the coward he is. I saved you, Mia. I brought you here. To stay with me. I can take care of you. I won’t hurt you like Jake has.”

Part of his statement was true. Peter had never once even attempted to hit her. Even when he was raging with anger, he never lifted his fists to her. But that was where the truth stopped. She had seen the picture of her in his drawer. “I saw it, Peter. I saw it,” her voice croaked out in a sob. “You raped me to. When I was sleeping. I saw the picture.”

A confused look flashed across his eyes. He stood up, shaking his head, “What? No…no. I’d never do that! I didn’t rape you.” He said the words with such disgust like he couldn’t even stomach the idea. “I just touched you. That’s all. I never fucked you. I made sure of it. I was waiting for you. We’re going to make love together. You and me. I was saving it for when you were ready. I love you, Mia. Jake doesn’t. That’s the difference. I never hurt you. I’m keeping you safe. Don’t you see that?” He extended his hand to cup her cheek and let out a pained sob when she flinched away from him. “No, no! Stop it! You can’t hate me. I never raped you! I would never do that. I promise. I promise, I didn’t. Look at me, please. I love you. I’d never do anything to hurt you.” 

She felt sick to her stomach. Peter wasn’t well. He was deeply disturbed. She was too afraid to contradict him any further. She didn’t want to push his buttons. Instead, she forced a swallow and a half-hearted, pained smile onto her face. “I believe you,” she lied. 

He exhaled in relief and sat back down in his chair. The photos of the dead still watching over the two of them to remind her exactly what he was capable of. Peter grabbed the backpack by his feet and unzipped it. 

“I have more presents for you,” he said with a happy smile. His eyes were wide and hopeful like he was pleading with her to like them and praise him for his efforts. Like a child desperately begging for approvable from an absent mother. He pulled a picture frame out from the pack and handed it to her. 

She gave a sharp inhale when she saw it and quickly took it from his grasp, holding it close to her heart. It was one of the only photo’s she was allowed to keep up in her house of her and her mother. Jake used to try to rid their space of anything from her life before him. She cradled the beloved picture to her chest and gave Peter a genuine, thankful smile. 

“That’s your mom, right?” He asked. “She looks just like you.”

She nodded and held the picture out to look down lovingly at it. Honestly, she was thankful for the distraction from their previous conversation. “Yeah. That’s my mom. My dad left before I was born. We never talked about him much but it didn’t matter. She was all I needed. Because she was a single mother, she had to work long hours. When I was younger, she enlisted the help of her brother to watch me while she was gone. He…wasn’t a good person. He drank a lot. Would get angry. I hated the days he was there. The times it was just my mom and me though were the best. They were rare but always a treat.” She gave Peter a sad smile. “She died when I was 16. A month later I met Jake. He was a few years older than me. He already had his own place. He convinced me to drop out of high school and move in with him. My mom…she didn’t really leave me much when she died. She didn’t have anything to her name. Her brother moved in to the house and started living with me full time. I was afraid of what would happen to me if I stayed so I said yes. I had only known him for a week before I moved in. Six years later and I never left.” She licked her drying lips and sat up a little straighter. “You said you lost yourself when your aunt died? Well, I lost myself too when my mom passed. I’m sorry to hear what happened to her, Peter. She didn’t deserve that kind of end. Neither did you.”

Peter felt his heart constrict. No one had ever shown him that sort of kindness since May died. Granted, he had isolated himself well enough that no one was ever given the chance. Still, he felt a deeper connection to her. It was fate that brought them together. He was meant to love her. He was supposed to take care of her. In his heart, he believed that it was May who had sent her down from the heavens just for him. 

He stood up to push the pictures into a pile, hiding them back away inside his pocket, and sitting beside her. “You don’t deserve anything that Jake put you through. I need you to promise me that you’ll never go back to him. He can never have you again.”

She nodded and whispered, “I promise, Peter.” And she meant it. If she ever got out of here, she was going to run far, far away and never look back. 

He patted her leg and smiled, “Good girl. You know what? I think you deserve to be pampered. I’m going to draw you a bath upstairs. I took this from your bathroom in your old house.” He jumped up and reached back into his bag, pulling out a red and white bath bomb. She had bought it for Valentine’s Day but never got around to using it. “I think it’s one of those things you put in the bath, right?” 

She smiled, “Yeah. A bath bomb. Thank you, Peter.” The thought of having a bit of freedom upstairs was too exciting to pass up. She tried her best to play off her excitement. This could be her chance to get out of here…

“Oh!” He reached back into the bag. “I also brought this.” 

Her eyes widened and she felt her face heat up in humiliation as he pulled out her pink vibrator. It was a secret she kept hidden from her boyfriend. Peter must have found it when he went through her clothes. It was her secret pride and joy. The one little pleasure she had from Jake. The vibrator was vaguely phallic shaped and ribbed for pleasure. It had a special off shoot that was designed to clamp around her clit and different settings to control the level of vibration or how the phallic tip moved inside of her. Seeing Peter holding her secret so nonchalantly in his hand was more embarrassing than she could imagine.

“I don’t- why do you- I-” She stuttered out a nonsense response and hid her face in the pillow, muffling out. “I don’t know where that came from.” The rollercoaster of emotions she had gone through in the past thirty minutes was enough to exhaust her for the next few days. She couldn’t remember the last time she had experienced this many feelings in that short of a time. She felt like she had whiplash. 

Peter laughed, “You’re cute. You know damn well where it came from. I’m going to go set up the bath. I’ll be back in a minute. Pick out your clothes to change into later.” He tucked the vibrator into his pocket and left the room, locking the door behind him. 

She listened to him walk up the stairs and heard the creaking floorboards as he made his way into the bathroom. A minute later, the loud sounds of water rushing through the pipes around her filled the air. Her heart shot in excitement. This could be it. He was going to bring her upstairs. If she saw someone in the window, she could scream for help. Maybe he would let his guard down and she could make her escape? Maybe she could find something heavy and hit him over the head with it? She’d have to keep her wits about her. Like he asked, she dumped out the bag of clothes onto her bed. She grabbed fresh underwear, a black tee, and some leggings. Then she resorted to pacing around the room thinking of all the ways she might be able to overtake him. 

She couldn’t hear his return over the sound of the water filling the tub and let out a scream when she turned to see him standing silent as a ghost in the doorway. 

“Come here,” he said. His body blocked the entrance and he motioned for her to come closer. “Not too fast. We have to do this my way. I want you to stand in front of me and face the back wall. 

She did as she was told. He gently took hold of her wrists and placed them behind her back. She could feel him tying something around her, “Hey, what are you do-”

“Shh,” he cut her off. “This is for your own good. I can’t have you running back to him.” 

He pulled tightly on whatever was binding her and her wrists locked together. She gave them a tug and found they didn’t budge. 

“Good. Now did you pick out your change of clothes like I asked?”

She could feel the warmth of his breath tickle the back of her neck and she nodded towards the bed, “They’re the ones folded on the edge.” 

Peter held onto her wrists and guided her towards the clothes, reaching around her and tucked them under his arm, “Alright. I’m going to walk you to the bathroom. Your job is to stay calm and quiet. Can you do that for me, darlin’?”

She nodded in compliance. Her fleeting ideas of escape shriveling away. Peter led her out the door and up the stairs. Her eyes glanced around the rooms they passed to find that he had drawn all the curtains shut so she couldn’t see out and no one could see in. The bathroom was dark with a heavy blanket being thrown over the window to block out any line of sight. A few candles flickered around the room as a source of light. She had the brief thought of knocking one over in an attempt to cause a distraction but knew the risk was too high. With her hands bound behind her back, there wasn’t much she could do in terms of opening doors. Chances were high that Peter would be faster than her anyway. He closed the door behind them. 

Nervous energy suddenly fluttered around her stomach. Taking a bath meant that he was going to have to undress her. She doubted he would leave her alone for even a second up here. What was he going to do to her? Would he get in the water with her? The tub was about halfway filled and Peter pressed himself against her back, tossing her spare clothes on top of the closed toilet seat for later. 

“I’m going to untie you just long enough to remove your clothes. Then I’ll have to bind you again. I beg you not to try anything. I don’t want you to make me regret allowing you this luxury.” He tugged at her bindings and tossed them off, her arms falling to her sides. “Turn around.” 

With a racing heart, she turned around. Peter was so close to her. For the first time she was able to really notice how tall he was as they stood face to face. He towered over her petite frame much like Jake did. Though Peter was much more lean than her boyfriend. Jake spent hours in the gym building muscle and toning himself into a perfect physique. While she had noticed a slight ripple of muscles under Peter’s arms, he seemed to gain his strength from things other than weights. His power seemed to come from deep within his soul. The driving force he talked about that allowed him to overcome those he viewed as enemies. 

His eyes were soft. That’s what always surprised her about him. Somewhere under this psychotic rage was a gentle, little boy who missed his aunt. She’d catch glimpses of him from time to time. It made it hard to keep up her hatred. She was so confused and unsure what to think. It had been so long since she was allowed to have a mind of her own that she often forgot how to think for herself. Doing what she was told was the easier option, more often than not. Peter seemed to pick up on her submissive nature. 

His hand reached out to delicately caress her cheek. His dark eyes flickered with the lights of the candles. “Beautiful,” he whispered. 

Her stomach seized in butterflies and she tried to turn her gaze away from him in embarrassment but he caught her face between his two hands. 

“No. Look at me.” A genuine smile spread over his lips and he looked at her with such an intense passion. “Beautiful. That’s what you are.” 

“Peter…” Something about him always made her so dizzy. The beauty of his own features had a seducing quality. She had to keep reminding herself where she was and what he was doing. Otherwise she would get lost in his eyes and forget everything else. The way he held her dangling on the end of a string made it difficult for her to ever catch her footing. She never knew if she was coming or going when he was around. Always on edge and always confused. 

His thumb brushed over her cheek before trailing his hands down her neck and over her shoulder. She shivered as he ghosted down her side to the hem of her shirt. In one smooth motion, he lifted it from her body and over her head. His expression melted into longing when he gazed down at her bare chest. She quickly covered her breasts with her arms in an attempt to keep some modesty. 

Peter chuckled, “No need for that, doll.” He placed a hand on her hips and spun her around, taking her arms to pin them behind her back again. “Remember what I said. It’s for your safety.” Her wrists were bound once more leaving her no choice but to have her breasts exposed to him. “There. Safe and sound again. You look beautiful when you’re tied up.” 

He put his hands back to her hips to peel the final layers of clothing from her body. When, at last, the last stitch of modesty was abandoned from her form he stepped back to admire her in the flickering candle light. The sight of her entirety laid bare, hands bound, and helpless to whatever whims he craved was enough to get a stir happening in his pants. He unabashedly ran his hand over the growing bulge under his gray sweats. 

“Mm, look at what you do to me,” he hissed. “Do you see this?” Her eyes traveled down to the large girth clearly presented behind the fabric. “That’s all you, baby. All you.” 

Peter took note of the subtle tension building in her eyebrows as they knitted together. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips and her eyes were glued to his crotch. He glanced at the bath. The water was nearly full now. He stepped towards her, gently pulling her by the waist to press against him. Goosebumps splayed over her skin as Peter's clothing caressed her nude form. His arm settled on the flare of her bony hip, fingertips tickling the upper crevice of her bottom. She could feel the weight of his member pressing against her thigh. He leaned his face down to her height and captured her with his yearning gaze. His lips hovered over hers, never completing the gap to a close, but hanging tantalizing in the air. Her breath hitched in her throat and her eyes slipped close. It took everything in her power not to close the gap. Her skin felt like it was on fire. Desperate for his touch but terrified of what that might mean. 

Peter pulled away, her eyes fluttering open in confusion, and he nudged her towards the bath. “Your bath is ready, beautiful.” His voice was nothing more than a quiet whisper. Her mind was reeling trying to figure out what had just happened. She felt ashamed of herself for allowing him to seduce her like that with such ease. She could see the hint of a smug smile tugging at the corner of his lips while he busied himself with the bath. 

He turned his attention away from her and shut off the water. He dipped his hand into the depths and smiled, “A perfect temperature for a perfect girl.” His finger flicked the bath bomb sitting on the edge of the tub and it plopped into the water. The second it hit the surface, a fizzing of deep red flowed and swirled out of the ball. A small handful of rose petals were released from inside and floated to the surface. Peter seemed to watch it in awe, his head tilting like a curious puppy at the unfamiliar sight. She glanced between him and the bath, not noticing anything odd, but not wanting to speak and bring his attention back to her. It was getting chilly standing out here in the nude and she longed to be hidden away in the safety of the tub. 

Peter dunked his hand inside. He swirled it around the red water until the ball completely dissolved. He looked over his shoulder at her with a dazed smile, “It looks like blood.” 

The tone in his voice sent a chill down her spine and it was not from the cold. His voice sounded far away like his mind was anywhere but in the bathroom. He turned back to the water with a longing smile. 

“I can’t wait to see you in it,” he sighed.

He stood up and flicked out his wet hand, sending a splatter of red water against the wall, “Well? What are you waiting for? Your bath is ready.”

She shuffled towards it, feeling Peter’s eyes slide down her back and over the curve of her bottom when she turned. Carefully, she stepped one foot into the tub, trying not to lose her balance with her hands behind her back. Peter made no effort to help. He still seemed to be in a bit of daze as he leaned back against the edge of the sink. He was staring at her but his eyes seemed to go straight through her. Slowly and cautiously, she was able to lower herself into the tub. The heat of the water felt nice as it seeped into her skin. She leaned back the best she could, a little uncomfortable with her arms being in the way, but still managed to sink herself up to her neck. 

The red pooled around her and caused her naked body to become a dark shadow under the surface. It smelled lightly of roses with a hint of sweet vanilla. She was supposed to use this a few months ago when she planned a romantic Valentine’s night with her and Jake. Only he decided to skip the romance and go straight to the sex. The thought of her using it now, with Peter, felt like a cruel joke from the universe. 

The only sounds to be heard were that of the water gently lapping against the side of the tub. Peter’s eyes stayed transfixed on the red water. They were wide with a distant look. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting when he offered to give her a bath but this certainly wasn’t it. Her own eyes began to wander, not having much else to do apart from sitting, and they traveled over his body. She could see the faint outline of her vibrator still hidden away in his hoodie pocket. The sweatshirt was a size too big for him and hung loosely around his stomach to hide his figure. She glanced further down his body. His erection was still going strong even though he wasn’t doing much to keep it there. A small wet spot had formed where his tip was pressed against the gray pants. The sweats left nothing to the imagination. He seemed bigger than Jake although that wasn’t hard to achieve. He was always so self conscious about his length even though she never minded. Besides, he was the only person she had ever slept with. It’s not like she had much to compare it to until this moment. She wondered what Peter would look like completely nude. She wondered what his penis would look like. How it would feel… 

Her legs slipped forward along the slippery bottom of the bath as she tried to physically shake those thoughts from her mind, startling herself. She attempted to reach out to steady herself on the side, forgetting her hands were tied, and ended up sliding forward. She let out a yelp just as her head slipped under the surface. Before she even had a chance to wiggle herself back up, Peter’s hands were wrapped under her armpits and pulled her back into a sitting position. 

“What the fuck was that about?” He asked in a breathless tone.

Her cheeks heated with embarrassment, “Sorry. I slipped.”  

“Yeah, I could see that.” Whatever daze he had been in was now broken. He settled himself onto the floor beside her and rested his chin on the back of his hands on the edge of the tub, gazing up at her. “You look like Countess Elizabeth Báthory.”

She blinked in confusion, “Who?”

“You know, the noblewoman who used to bathe in virgin blood to stay youthful?” He said that fact as if it was supposed to be common knowledge. There was a boyish charm about him now as he spoke. His moods seemed to be forever changing. She was having trouble keeping up with him. He made her head spin.

“I don’t think I’ve heard of her.” 

His eyes widened in shock, “She used to get her servants to torture young girls and kill them. It was rumored that she bathed in their blood. The Blood Countess.” He lifted his head and wiggled his fingers at her, the shadows dancing around his face, “Spooky!” 

She couldn't help the smile that brushed over her, “I guess I was never much for horror stories.” 

“It’s a true story. More than 300 witnesses testified against her. Her servants got put to death and all she got was house arrest. Except that her house was a castle. Go figure. You murdered a bunch of little girls and your punishment is to chill out in a giant castle until you die.” He smiled at her. It seemed so genuine. When he spoke to her so casually like this, it made her forget why she was here in the first place. 

His fingers hovered over the red water above her legs. He gently stirred small circles into the rippling water. His eyes landed on her breasts. They were half submerged and half poking above the water line, red lapping at her skin. His breath started to rise heavier in his chest. Just like that, his mood had shifted once more. She could sense the desire for her body radiating off him. Her thighs squeezed together. To feel this desired was new. When Jake looked at her, he saw her more as a sex doll than a human. Peter looked at her, she felt like a goddess in his eyes. As if he was studying an ethereal wonder that had magically appeared before him. 

His hand dipped lower into the water and grazed down her legs. The pads of his fingers traced down her ankle and up her foot before heading back in the opposite direction. She held her breath as he neared her upper thigh, her legs still squeezed together. He brushed over the top of her mound, fingers tracing along her sparse pubic hair, then continued on their journey. He traveled up her sides. She squirmed when his fingernails tickled the soft, sensitive flesh. If he lingered there any longer, she surely would have burst into a fit of giggles. It was the spot on her side her mother used to go after when she was a child being caught up in a tickle fight. A lazy smile graced his lips at his discovery and he glided his fingers over the spot again. Her body jerked, water splashing, as she tried to wiggle away from him. Her eyes closed with an annoyed smile, “Peter…”

He chuckled to himself under his breath. He spread his palm out over her stomach, the entirety of his large hand almost completely covering it, “You’re so tiny. Didn’t your mother ever make you eat your vegetables so you could grow big and strong?”

She rolled her eyes. Maybe it was relaxation of the rose bathwater, or his casual banter, but she felt no fear even as his hand roamed over her body. She settled back into the tub, slightly leaning on her side to accommodate her bound amrs, and let her eyes close. There was no way to stop him. If he wanted to touch her, he would. The least she could do was enjoy the bath while she was here. With her eyes stayed closed, she felt his hand move up to cup her breast. She pretended not to notice. Even when he caught her nipple between his fingers and brushed his thumb over it, she kept up her farce. She suppressed her inhales of breath, choosing instead to bite at the inside of her cheek. Peter shifted to get closer to her, his hands squeezing at her rounded flesh. 

“I know you like it,” he leaned over to whisper in her ear. 

It sent a shiver down her spine. She shook her head “no” with her eyes still closed. She didn’t have to see to know that Peter was grinning. 

“Oh?” He pulled his hand away from her. “Is that so?” 

She heard the sudden familiar sound of a loud vibration. Her eyes shot open. Peter held her vibrator in his hand and was staring at her with teasing eyes. 

“Is it waterproof?” He asked. 

She bit her lip and gave a silent nod. The amount of baths she had taken, hidden away, late at night with her friend raced through her memories. He fiddled with the button and circulated through each setting. A wicked smile grew when he found her favorite one. The head of the dildo rotated into small circular motions while giving maximum vibrations. She had some of her best orgasms with that setting. Her stomach flipped in a mixture of nerves and excitement. Was she really going to let Peter do this? What other choice did she have? She was soaking wet, naked, and her hands were tied behind her back. There was no way she was going anywhere like this. 

He let the vibrator fall onto her shoulder. It shot waves of vibrations over her skin. He dragged it lower, hovering over her nipples. He kept it dangling centimeters from her hard nubs. She whimpered. The familiar pooling of heat rushed to her loins in anticipation. When he didn’t make any moves to press the toy to her, she thrust her chest forward, catching the circling tip with her aching nipple. 

“Good girl,” he breathed.

She let out a tiny moan and arched her back while he teased her breast with the vibrations. Her hips thrust forwards in an attempt to find something to grind on. Peter took notice. He shifted the vibrator to his other hand and dunked his hand in the water, capturing it around her pussy. A soft cry fell from her lips and her legs spread for him giving him the invitation he wanted. 

He wasted no time easing two fingers inside of her, his thumb rubbing her clit, as he rocked his fingers along her insides. She cooed in pleasure. Seeing her like this was better than he could have imagined. She wanted him. She wasn’t resisting. He wished she would look at him but her eyes stayed closed. He studied the enjoyment on her face, watching to see the little changes. He wanted to learn every inch of her body. He wanted to be able to please her better than even she could herself. The water sloshed up the side of the tub as she thrust her hips against his fingers. 

He teased the vibrator down her stomach causing her to squirm. The second it made contact with her hooded clit she let out the most beautiful cry. Peter eased his fingers back out of her, switching hands with the toy once more so he could have a better grip, and ran the tip up and down her entrance. Her legs spread even more at the feeling. They now were pressing against either side of the tub and she was arching her hips like she was trying to catch the toy herself. 

Peter gently pressed the tip of the rotating head into her entrance but went no further. He let her rock back and forth against it. Whimpering and whining with need. This is exactly what he wanted. He wanted her to feel like she was calling the shots. She needed to want this. He wanted her to beg. 

“Peter,” she gasped, her voice whiny with need. “Please. Please…”

“Please what?” He asked innocently. 

For the first time since he started molesting her body, she opened her eyes. They were glassy and filled with hunger. She looked straight at him as she spoke, “Put it in me.”

She responded with a loud gasp as the head breached all the way inside of her. It pressed tightly against her inner walls. Deliciously stretching her open. He pushed it further. Slow and steady. Taking his time so she could feel every agonizing inch. She refused to admit how amazing it felt. After all the build up and stress from the past few days, this was exactly what her body needed. 

Eventually, he had buried it deep enough that the little rubber “v” was hugging her clit. Her back arched at the feeling. The vibrations were strong and tip rotating in tiny circles inside of her kept brushing up against her G spot. Every time she would let out a whine, trashing her head back and forth, and rocking her hips into the feeling. 

Peter could only watch in awe. She was magic in his eyes. He loved watching how her body moved. So free compared to what he had seen before. He couldn’t wait until they made love. This was a good push in the right direction. She was so lost in her own feelings, she had forgotten about anything else. That was good. It was what he was hoping for. She was submissive in nature. The more he played with her, the more she would familiarize herself with him. She would start to crave his attention and beg for his touch. It was only a matter of time. As the vibrator worked its magic, he quietly planned his next move. 

The heat was rapidly building her stomach. She found herself wishing that Peter would suckle on her breasts while he kept the toy pressed inside of her. She refused to ask for such a thing though. Instead, she focused on the pressure growing inside of her. Her hips rolled with the vibrations. It was almost time. She couldn’t stop the series of short cries that were falling from her lips. With one final, loud gasp, an orgasm ripped through her body. Her limbs shook, her legs shooting out straight then tucking themselves back in to clamp down around Peter’s arm, holding the toy in place. She held onto it, riding out the waves of pleasure, until her body could take it no more. She shuddered and wiggled herself away from him. He got the hint, pulling the toy from her depths, and placing it on the edge of the tub. He stared at her while she rested her head against the wall. Her breaths were long and heavy. She swallowed, gasping for air.  

Peter extended his arm to caress her cheek. She found herself nuzzling her face into his delicate touch. 

“That was fascinating to witness,” he muttered, more to himself than to her. 

“How long are you going to keep me here?” She whispered back. Her tired, hazy eyes seemed to look deep into his soul. 

He squirmed under the intensity of her gaze, “Forever.” 

She might not know it yet but she loved him. Peter believed that with all his heart. After what she experienced in the bath, it was made crystal clear to him. She loved him. 

He refrained from touching her again after that for an entire two weeks. It was the hardest two weeks of his life. He had to resort to cumming over her pictures every few hours as a form of release. In the safety of his bedroom, he could obsess over her all he wanted. When he was with her, he kept himself contained. This was his plan. Make her needy. Confused. Keep her guessing what his intentions were. He kept her vibrator hidden in his drawer with all the pictures. She wasn’t allowed that luxury unless he was there to watch. 

Two weeks without his devoted attention. He would bring her food, sit with her while she ate, occasionally make light conversation, but, overall, he left her to her own devices. He noticed she was reading more now. She was devouring her books at a rapid pace. He had thought about giving her a clock to keep the time but decided he liked the idea of not being able to track the passing of time. The other day she asked him what the date was. He refused to tell her. Keep her guessing. Never letting her know how long she was down there. 

Peter decided it was finally time to push their relationship to the next level. It had been long enough. She should be screaming for any kind of attention and human contact at this point. If he was right about her, she’d be ready for his new advances. He pulled his truck into the driveway late that evening. A single rose sat in his passenger seat. He plucked it up, carefully avoiding the thorns, and jumped out of the car. The hair on the back of his neck stood up as he sensed someone standing in the shadows behind him. His fist gripped tighter around the rose. The prick of the thorn dug into the palm of his hand. He could feel a trickle of blood slowly drip down his wrist as he turned. 

Jake was sulking on the edge of Peter’s driveway. He blocked the path to the front door. Even in the fading sunlight, Peter could see the hollow, reds of his eyes glaring back at him. He looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks. There was a deranged look flickering across his features. 

“Peter,” his voice was low and husky. 

Peter forced a smug smile onto his face and squared up his shoulders, “Well, well, well. If it isn’t Jake from State Farm. If you’re here to sell me insurance, I’m afraid to tell you, I’m already covered.” 

Jake ignored his quips, “Some of Mia’s things disappeared a while ago.” 

He responded with a shrug, “Maybe she came back to get them?”

Jake gave a dark, breathy chuckle. His eyes looked dangerous. Peter knew that look well. “That’s what I thought, as well. Until a friend of mine brought something to my attention. He happened to be driving by when he noticed a man coming out of my house carrying a bunch of bags. When I asked him to describe that man,” he took another step closer to Peter, sizing him up. “He described you.” 

Peter snorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm, “You’re telling me that your friend described a white male in his late 20���s, early 30’s, tall and rather skinny with dark hair? Gosh, I wonder who could possibly fit that description, Jake? Maybe more than half the men in this town?” 

Jake’s jaw tightened. He wasn’t playing around. He wasn’t in the mood for games. “I know it was you, Peter.” His eyes glanced down to the rose in his hand. “Got a date tonight? I’d hate to keep you from it. Why don’t you tell where Mia’s gone and we can forget this whole thing?”

Peter stepped directly in front of the other man. Their eyes locked in a show of dominance. He gave Jake a wicked smile, “I know what you’ve done to her. I witnessed it. I saw it with my own eyes. She might be scared of you but I’m not. I have proof, Jake. What would your little friends down at the station think when I showed them the tape I took of you beating her? What would they think when they saw all that blood? How you spit on her unconscious body and nearly broke her ribs with your foot? Somehow I don’t think a court of law would take too kindly to that footage.” Jake’s eyes flashed with panic before he could cover them up with disdain. Peter didn’t miss it though. He saw it. His lie was working. He had the upper hand. “Don’t ever try to threaten me, Jake.” He pushed past him, purposely slamming into his shoulder as he did, and walked to his front door. He paused to turn around, giving the other man a self-righteous smile, “Oh! And Jake? You’re right. I do have a date tonight. Mia and I are very happy together. I’ll be thinking of you tonight when she’s screaming my name as I fuck her better than she’s ever been fucked before.” 

Pure, heated rage flashed over Jake’s shocked face and he gasped out, “You?” 

Peter laughed, a dark, sinister laugh, “Me.”

Without a second thought, he disappeared into his house and locked the door behind him. 

She stood up expectantly when he entered the room. His body language was triumphant but his eyes looked rattled about something. All she wanted was for him to sit and stay with her for a little while longer. She was desperate for conversation, human interaction, anything at all. Her books could only give her so much company. She could feel herself starting to lose touch with reality the longer she was here. She had no way of keeping time. Her sleep schedule was way off without any notion of night or day. For all she knew, she could have been down here a week or three months. Time didn’t exist in this place. 

Peter gave her a soft smile and extended his hand to offer her the rose, “For you.”

She gingerly took it from him and held it to her nose. It smelled fresh and real. No one had ever given her fresh flowers before. Something stick coated her fingers and she looked down to see a dusting of blood on her skin. Red was clinging onto the thorns and she turned her attention back to Peter, noting the red on his hand as well. 

“You’re bleeding,” she stated. Her voice fluctuated with concern. 

Peter blinked down at his open palm, “Huh? Oh, yeah. It’s nothing.” 

She spun around and placed the rose on her bedside table over her latest book then hurried to the bathroom. She grabbed a towel and soaked it under the sink, turning back to take a seat on the edge of her bed. 

“Come here,” she patted the spot next to her. Anything to keep him around a little longer. 

Peter complied. He placed hand in her lap and she gently scooped it up to cradle it in her own hand. He watched silently as she dabbed the towel over his skin, cleaning the blood from the wound. The thorn must have gone deeper than he realized. 

“When I was 12, I made a rope swing from the tree in our backyard.” He smiled at the memory that had floated to the front of his mind while he studied her. “May used to tell me that I was going to fall off and break a bone. I never listened. One day I fell off. I landed with my hands flat on the ground. A stick went right through my palm. I was so ashamed to tell her that I was hurt that I tried to clean it off myself. She found me crying in the bathroom, covered in blood, and trying to bandage my hand.” He gave a quiet snicker. “She brought me into her bedroom, sat me on the bed, just like this, and cleaned me up. I was still so ashamed that I got hurt after she warned me. I thought she was going to be mad at me. But she pulled me into her arms, petted my hair, and sang to me instead.” 

Her eyes locked with his. Once again, she was taken aback by the softness they held. “What did she sing?” 

Peter smiled, “Hushabye Mountain. From Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.” 

“I vaguely remember watching that movie when I was little but I don’t recall that song.” She brushed the towel away from his hand, clearing the rest of the blood. It just felt nice to have someone here with her. All she wanted was some company. 

Peter sighed. He let his fingers trace over hers. She turned her palm so he could place his against her and lock their fingers together. 

“A gentle breeze from Hushabye Mountain

Softly blows o'er Lullaby Bay

It fills the sails of boats that are waiting

Waiting to sail your worries away”

His voice was deep and soft as he quietly sang to her. Her eyes slipped close. She let her head lean against his shoulder, their fingers still locked, finding comfort in having someone else there. 

“It isn't far to Hushabye Mountain

And your boat waits down by the quay

The winds of night so softly are sighing

Soon they will fly your troubles to sea”

She imagined the woman in the photograph singing to that little, scared boy. How did a child with that much love for his aunt grow up to be like this? How does something like that happen? Deep trauma. She was no stranger to trauma. Her and Peter weren’t that different from each other. Both broken people. Both desperate for love and unsure how to find it. 

“So close your eyes on Hushabye Mountain

Wave goodbye to cares of the day

And watch your boat from Hushabye Mountain

Sail far away from Lullaby Bay”

He had a nice voice. It soothed her worries. Lulled her into a sense of safety. She thought of all the potential Peter could have as a proper lover. There was goodness in there somewhere. Buried under the trauma was someone she could love. If only things had been different. They had both taken the wrong path in life and ended up in places they shouldn’t be. 

His voice began to fade. His head was turned towards her, nudging her temple with his forehead, trying to coax her into looking at him. She obliged. His nervous eyes searched hers, begging her for something more. Her lips parted. She rested her forehead to his, her chest rising with heavy breaths, intoxicated by his proximity. It had been so long since someone comforted her. 

His lips brushed against hers. Feather light. He knew exactly what he was doing. Pulling her in. Captivating her. An untamed magnet sucking her straight into his gravitational pull. When she didn’t resist, he clasped his lips to hers. Starting slow, gentle kisses, and building with intensity. His hands grazed over her neck to hold her head in place while his tongue teased along her bottom lip. She opened to him. Colliding tongues. Wet and slippery. Warm and comforting. Her hand tangled his shirt into her fist. Pulling him closer. Needy. She needed his attention. Afraid if she pulled away he would leave her alone again. She didn’t want to be alone. And, yet…

“Wait-” She quickly backed away from him. Her senses at war. She brought a hand to her lips. How did he keep managing to do this to her? Why was she so weak? This wasn’t right. She was his prisoner. Stop forgetting that fact. She scrambled off the bed, her breath coming out in short bursts, as she backed into the wall. “I can’t.” 

Peter stood up. The passion and need wafting off of him followed her. He advanced toward her. 

“I can’t wait any longer,” he breathed. “I’ve waited so long. I need you. It’s time, Mia. I love you. I know you love me, too.” 

She tried to shake her head in denial but he ignored her. He towered over her. She felt so small and helpless, sinking her back into the wall to get away from him. 

“I know you do. I can feel it. You want me as much as I want you. Trust me. Don’t be afraid. I’d never hurt you.” 

She gave a soft cry as his large hands encircled her waist and easily lifted her up. She clung to his shoulders, gazing up at him warily.

"Peter, no," she pleaded desperately as he carried her back toward the bed. 

"Shh, my sweet darling. My doll. You were made for me. For this," he murmured. “May sent you here for me. She chose you. This is meant to happen. It’s our destiny.” She whimpered as she felt the mattress nudge at the back of her knees. She felt her nipples harden and shivery heat build between her thighs at the intensity of those deep, brown eyes locked with hers. Despite his unhinged way of thinking, she was finding it harder and harder to resist him. She wasn’t even sure she wanted to resist anymore. Maybe if she just gave in to him, he’d see how unattractive and horrible she really was. Maybe he would get bored and let her go. 

She moaned as he placed her back on her feet, he carried her around like she weighed nothing, and her face flamed as she became aware of the hardness nestled between his thighs. She stood there with wide eyes as he rotated around her to sit down on the mattress. Gentle hands guided her down onto his lap so she was straddling his thighs. Long, skinny fingers slid up over the nape of her neck, tilting her head backwards as his mouth brushed hers, his teeth nipping and nibbling on her soft flesh, sending liquid fire coursing through her veins. 

"Peter," she moaned against his mouth before it moved hungrily over hers, his forceful tongue delving between her soft lips. Demanding. Coaxing. Seductive.

Her mind screamed that this was wrong yet she was helpless to deny him as his fingers closed possessively over the thrust of her small breast. She wanted him. The realization finally settled over her. She couldn’t deny it anymore. She hated that it was true. He made her feel more alive than she ever had before. Her body was awake when they were together. Every cell on high alert. Whether from fear or something else, she did not know, but it didn’t matter. Her body wanted Peter. He kept himself restrained from fucking her for this long. It was time. They could both feel it. 

Her hands clung to his shoulders as his lips trailed down the sweet curve of her neck, nuzzling his nose against her. He groaned into her soft skin as he felt her hard nipples pushing urgently against his palm through her light shirt. 

"My darling," he murmured as he teased the hard bud, her mewling whimpers like music to his ears. “Can I keep you?”

Peter would have her forever. His to keep. His to love. He’d keep her locked up for as long as he needed if it meant that she would stay. The beauty to his beast. He’d never have to kill again with her around. She would be his until his dying breath. Tied to him for eternity. 

Tied. 

The sudden thought of her tied up to his bed floated into his mind. He groaned at the thought, feeling himself impossibly hardened in a way that only she could achieve, imaging her sprawled out across the bed. Her hair, a curly cloud, acting as a pillow beneath her head. Thick rope tied around her wrists to keep her arms raised above her. She would gaze up at him with those shy, innocent, mesmerizing eyes. Her stiff nipples would be standing proudly out from her soft breasts, begging him to suckle upon them, and nip at her flesh. Her tights would clenched together in faux modesty to hide the tantalizing flesh nestled between her legs. He knew if he parted those thighs, he would find her glistening with wetness, her body forever betraying her words. She wanted him. Needed him. 

Peter shuddered at his racing thoughts. He must make them a reality. He grasped at the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head. She made no moves to resist him. 

“I’m going to tie you up, love.” He whispered against the smooth skin of her neck. “Do you have any objections to that?”

She wondered if he caught sight of her and Jake’s handcuffs clasped to the bed and it planted a seed in his mind. The thought of being restrained only fueled her hunger. Maybe he knew how much she secretly loved it when he tied her up for her bath. She responded with a quiet whimper and nothing more. She didn’t want him to know she was giving in that easily. 

Peter wrapped strong arms around her tiny waist and rolled her onto the bed. She flopped onto her back and, almost instinctively, raised her arms above her head. A warm smile filled with love spread over his face and his eyes softened, “That’s my good girl.” 

He fumbled with his belt and tugged it from the waist of his jeans, crawling over her, and binding her wrists with it tightly together. They weren’t attached to anything to keep her fully restrained but it stopped her from moving her arms however she pleased. Peter slid back down her body and hooked his hands over her leggings to pull everything off with one quick swoop. She gasped and turned her head to hide her face away to the side. She knew she had been naked in front of him before but this felt different. Her hips squirmed and legs tightened to a close, embarrassed to be seen like in front of him, and suddenly feeling very vulnerable. 

Peter either didn’t notice or didn’t care. He was too busy raking his eyes over her flesh. He tossed off his shirt and abandoned his jeans so he was left in nothing but a pair of dark boxer briefs. 

“I’m going to touch you now,” he commanded. 

One hand reached down to cup her breast, stroking the puckering tip with his thumb. She dared to peek down at his hand on her skin. Her stomach churned with nerves and excitement. She was mesmerized by the teasing caress that was generating exquisite tingles between her thighs. She had such sensitive nipples. She almost longed for her nipple clamps hidden away in her bedroom closet. She tried to shake her head to push away the lustful thoughts. This shouldn’t be happening. She shouldn’t enjoy this. What was she doing? Overwhelming emotions pushed aside whatever pleasure she was beginning to feel. She was a prisoner here. Why did she keep forgetting that fact so easily? She had to stop. 

“Peter, stop. Please.” Her eyes filled with hot tears. She couldn’t do this. This was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Why was her body making her think otherwise? “Don’t…”

Peter tutted his tongue when he noticed the single tears roll down her cheek. Softly, he brushed it onto the tip of his thumb and placed it in his mouth to lick away the salty wetness. “Oh, baby. It’s alright. Haven’t I proven to you that I’m not going to hurt you? I’m going to take care of you. I’ll treat you so well. I promise. Come here. I’m going to make you feel so good.” 

He lifted a hand under her chin and coaxed her head to face him. The back of his fingers stroke over her cheek and he kisses her so softly that it makes her cry a little bit more. She hated how tender he was with her. All she wanted was to hate him and she couldn’t even do that right. 

Peter trailed his kisses down her neck and over her collar bone until he landed on her chest. She bit back a moan as his mouth closed about her nipple, sucking and nipping. Her head fell back against the mattress, her eyes closing, and she struggled to maintain reason. All that anxiety was being shoved back into the closets of her mind while he nuzzled at her tender breast until she was feverish and expectant. She mewed in distress when his mouth relinquished her breast. He gave a low chuckle at her displeasure, knowing how needy she was for him. 

He didn’t make her wait long before sliding down the length of her body. His mouth pressed soft, wet kisses to her belly, down her hips, and around her thigh. Without thinking, her legs parted for him to settle between them. 

He sighed at the sigh, “That’s my good girl. Let me make you feel better.”

Her thoughts became scattered. With a squeak of surprise from her, his face nuzzled into the soft flesh between her thighs. She let out a low moan the second his tongue made contact and he lapped at her glistening core. His tongue wiggled its way between her nether lips. Her fingernails dug into the palms of her hands. She wanted to grab onto his hair, whether to push him away or pull him closer, she didn’t know but she didn’t dare move her bound arms rom above her head. 

Her belly churned with excitement as his lashing tongue delved deeper into her quivering channel, his warm hands reaching above him to knead at her breasts and tug at her nipples. When his tongue circled, then flicked, at the swollen ridge nestled under her hood, her back arched as a burst of intense passion rocked through her while he attached himself to her clit. Her heart raced as she bucked against his mouth. She caught his eyes peering up at her over her mound to watch her expression carefully. He was studying every little change she made and adjusting his techniques to better suit her. 

She was soon lost in the magic of his teasing mouth. The sweet, pleasurable ebbing turned into something urgent. A frantic feeling took over her. She was moaning and wriggling against him. Her thighs latched around his head and held him closer. The artistry of his tongue painted her with delicate, deliberate strokes. Waves of heat washed over her as his mouth sucked at her sweet nub. The building pleasure was almost too intense. She let out a loud cry, hips lifting off the mattress, as an explosion of pure happiness shot through her. 

Her body collapsed back onto the bed. Her chest heaving with heavy breaths, struggling to draw in much needed air. He crawled over, taking her bound arms, and looping them around his neck. She clung onto him the best she could in her tied up state, an aftermath of shock waves shaking through her, and she rubbed her cheek against his.

“Your body aches to be pleasured by mine,” he whispered into her ear. “Why do you continue to lie to yourself and say you don’t want this? Look at you, dove. Look at how well you responded to my tongue. Tell me. Does Jake ever make you orgasm like that?”

She closed her eyes and shuddered, afraid to look at him, afraid that he would see straight into her soul. He was right. Jake never took the time to eat her out. He was always taking and never giving. Peter hadn’t asked her for one thing since she’d been here. All he wanted was for her to love him. “No. He never has. Only you have given me that.”

“It’s because I love you. I love you. I’d do anything for you. I just want to make you happy. I want to give you so much pleasure. I want to make your body mine. Let me in. Feel how good my touch is.” His fingers lightly stroked down her sides. She bit back a moan, feeling his stiff member pressing through his boxers into her core, and hiding her head in the crook of his neck. “Feel me.” He thrust his bulge against her. “You’ve done that. You’ve made me this hard. You and only you. Tell me you don’t want this.” His hips grinded into her and her breath caught in her throat as shivers ran through her veins. “Tell me this isn’t what you want and I’ll let you go. Tell me the truth. Give me the truth and I’ll let you go and you’ll never see me again. I promise that, Mia. I have yet to break a promise to you. Tell me you don’t want me and I will be done forever.”

Her bare hips pushed against his bulge. She could feel her body dripping for him. A fire was burning deep in her bones as she wriggled under his weight. His words were true. She didn’t doubt them. He was right. He had never broken a promise to her. All she had to do was say the words and she would be free. She could walk out that door and never see him again. He would disappear from her life as fast as he had entered. 

Fear stirred in her stomach at the thought. Then what would she have? Jake? No money, no home to go back to, no car, no family, no friends. Nothing. And then there was Peter. Dark, mysterious Peter. He loved her. Isn’t that what she always wanted? Since she was a little girl she dreamed of a Prince Charming to sweep her off her feet and rescue her from the evil in her life. Was this any different from Belle being locked away in the tower with the Beast? She couldn’t live on her own. At 16 she had sold her soul to Jake, her mind never developing past that tender age. This was all she knew. Was it really so bad? 

The thought of never seeing Peter again twisted within her. Her eyes blurred with tears. She could pretend all she wanted. Her body knew the truth. It wanted Peter and he knew it. But to give in to him meant giving up a part of herself. She would be signing herself over to him. 

“Well?” He grazed his lips over cheek and kissed the tears clinging to her eyelashes. “What will it be?” 

She gazed up into his dark eyes. She searched for the killer she knew he was. She searched for the evils of the man who had stolen her away from her life and locked her here. All she found was a tender softness. The choice terrified her. Facing the unknown freedoms of a world that had been nothing but cruel to her or facing her life in a basement with Peter as her protector. This was her chance to get away. He was giving it to her. He was forcing her to make the choice for the both of them. This was it…

“I-” She gulped and her body sighed with resignation. “I want you, Peter.”

A smile lit up his face, “Say it again.”

“I want you. I chose you.” Her voice sounded meek and unsure but the words were her own. She had made her choice. “I need you to keep me safe. Promise me that you’ll protect me from him. Promise me that you’ll take care of me.” A heavy dread settled in the pit of her stomach. What had she just done? 

“I knew you would. I knew you loved me. I love you, too. I’ll never leave you.” He placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “And I promise. I’ll take care of Jake. I’ll make sure he never hurts you again. Don’t you worry, love. You’ll be safe with me. Forever.” 

She found herself melting into him as a distraction from the panic rising in her. She needed him to touch her so she could forget the choice she just made. Her tongue flicked at his lips and begged for entrance. He gladly obliged, letting their tongues wrestle into a soft dance with a quiet moan. Her heart raced when he laid her back down on the mattress, slipping his head out from between her tied arms. She rested them above her and carefully watched while he admired her body. 

“How is it possible for anyone to be this perfect?” He grazed a hand over her stomach and cupped it between her legs. His finger lightly probing at her soaking gate. 

Peter shifted so that they lay side by side, his finger continuing to lazily glide in her silken warmth, taking his time to build up her pleasure again. He lowered his lips to give soft kisses along her breast. The way he attended to her body was like nothing she had felt before. She hadn’t even realized a man could make her feel this kind of bliss. When he pulled his fingers from her and sat up, she knew that it was time. 

He tugged off his boxers. For the first time since they met, she was able to see what he had to offer her. She knew he was bigger than Jake from what she saw in his sweats that day in the bath. But she wasn’t expecting to admire how beautiful he was. He was thick and proud. She found herself licking her lips in anxious anticipation. The thought of him shoving that forcefully down her throat made her stomach ache with nerves. Instead of doing what she expected and driving her head down to his crotch, he rolled between her legs. 

As if he could read her thoughts, he replied, “I’ll only have you suck it if you ask me to.” 

Once again, Peter proved her wrong. He was possibly the most confusing person she had ever met. Just when she started to think one way about him, he’d take a hard turn and run in the other direction. 

He lifted her legs to spread her thighs for him. His cock surged against her, his thick velvety shaft sliding slowly up between her dripping walls. He rubbed himself along her. Every time he glided over her clit she’d let out a little cry and thrust her hips forward. 

Peter let out a long sigh, “I know you’ve been so confused, baby. You understand now. You know what’s best for you. Tell me what it is that you want.”

She whined and whimpered, squirming her hips, “Peter, please. Don’t make me say it.”

“Tell me.” He urged the tip of his cock into her entrance and took it out again, sliding it back over her folds. “Tell me. Say it.” 

“Fuck me, Peter.” She breathed , tears pooling in her eyes. “I want you to fuck me.”

A cry escaped her when he buried himself into her. Unlike her vibrator, she could feel the heat radiating off his shaft. He was soft and velvety, a thick vein rubbing along her walls. 

“That’s it, my good girl. Relax. I want you to feel every inch of my cock. All for you.” He leaned down and captured her lips in a drugging kiss. 

Inch by inch he pushed into her. Her walls were forced to stretch around him. He had much more girth than she was used to. She threw her bound arms around his neck and clung to him. He’d ease back out and slide into her again. So slow. Teasing her to the point of madness. She was unable to think, only feel, as he filled her. 

Slowly, he began to pick up his pace, rocking back and forth. His movements sent ripples of heart coursing through her. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he took her with sweet, tortuous thrusts. It was so different from anything she ever experienced with Jake. Peter was moving at this pace for her. Not for him. His heavy breathing mingled with her quiet pants as delicious tension wound tightly in her stomach. 

Her mouth opened over his shoulder and grazed her teeth over his skin, carefully biting down, testing the waters to see how he’d respond. His hips slammed into her with a force he had yet to show and she yelped. She bit him again, eliciting the same response. Her teeth sunk into his flesh, hearing his hiss with delight, and his thrust his hips harder. The slapping of his balls hitting her bottom filled the silence of the room. All she could do was cling to him, her breath hectic, her curls spilling over her face, as he fucked her. 

“Take my cock, baby. Look at you. Swallowing me so deep. Hungry for me. Your pussy feels so good. Such a good girl.” His fingers teased her nipple while he worked his thick shaft into her tight passage. His gaze fell down to where they were finally joined. After so many weeks of waiting. She was finally his. He watched as his shaft, glistening with her love for him, plunged in and out of her. “Fuck. You’re so tight, doll. Squeezing me. So good to me.” He groaned against her neck and sucked on her skin to leave small, wet bruises, marking her as his own. 

Her hips rose to meet his urgent thrusts, taking him deep within her. She could feel nothing but a dizzying pleasure. All that confusion and worry was washed away. All she cared about was Peter’s cock giving her what she needed. Every delicious stroke stretching her made it harder and harder to breathe. She writhed and bucked against him until she finally cried out. Her pussy gushed and bursting heat spread through her body. 

He threw his arms off from around his neck and pinned them above her head. He gripped the belt tying her wrists, sinking them into the mattress, and continued his thrusts, pushing through her orgasm while her walls constricted his cock. 

“So close,” he grunted. His thrust were heavy and loud. Pounding and slapping against her. “I’m going to fill you up, baby. I’ll give you everything you ever need, starting with my cum. Here it comes. I want you to take all of it, baby.”

He let out a muffled yell, burying his face into the pillow beside her head. His hips jerked and he pushed himself as deep as he could inside of her as hotness spilled into her womb. As the clouds of passion overtook him, he had a beautiful thought. He would get her pregnant. Imagine the two of them, together forever, her belly full and swollen with his future child. He was going to cum into her, spill himself into her womb, until he could achieve that goal. 

They lay together, his cock still locked inside of her, and his body collapsed on top of her. She wished her hands were unbound so she could run her fingers through his hair and trace circles on his skin. He nuzzled his face against her neck, his sweaty hair tickling her cheek. 

“I love you,” he whispered. “It was worth the wait.”

Her breathing finally slowed and her heartbeat evening back out into its normal rhythm. Reality slowly dawned on her again. She remembered where she was and what she had agreed to. Peter had cum inside of her. Jake liked to do that as well but she was on birth control back then. She hadn’t taken it since was locked up. She started to squirm under Peter’s weight. His softening cock slipped from her depths. She wanted to escape his hold. Peter’s grip tightened. 

“It’s too late, Mia.” He spoke, nipping his teeth at her shoulder. “You’re mine, remember? Just accept it. Relax. Enjoy it. Bathe in it. There’s nothing more you can do. You’re mine.”

[Part Four]

[Chapter Index]

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Okay, I'm so sorry bc I'm about to ramble a lot about Sanzu, but I HAD TO! (well, I don't had to but I feel the urge to do it, some tomato tomato 😌 )

I'm going to try to put some order on it, but no guarantees bc there is a lot to say about the gremlin, he's a complicated character with a very twisted brain who never did anything wrong and is totally not his fault, not at all.

(Attempt of vehicular manslaughter with a katana just in case? He had a silly day, poor him )

Basically, I need to talk about this: "i must remain with those who damaged me so they never grow bored and find another victim"

(please, don't take it wrong, I just spent too many hours of my life thinking about him but I can totally understand how this can be a possible read! 🙏🏻)

First of all: Haru doesn't stay with those who damaged him and (here comes the tricky part) when he's actually aware they damaged him. Wakui told us he used to ran away from home as a kid, in plural. You know, typical 8 yo who slashes his big brother face and runs away (Takeomi, when I catch you for this one... Argh, not going there bc he was also a neglected kid but ugh). We also known that around the time he got both timelines in his brain, he ran away for good and probably was homeless for months until Mucho. Typical 13 yo experience too, but all good, the character book says abandoned cold warehouses is one of his fav places. (Wakui wtf for real 💀)

So yeah, Haru preferred to sleep on warehouses for months before staying one more day with his family. Took a knife against his brother before allowing whatever shit was going on (not a conscious decision probably bc he was just a kid and I'm 100% it was an instinctive reaction due to being triggered af). I genuinely think he's not the type who would remind quite and compliant in a place where he gets constantly hurt.

Except when it comes to the Sanos. Yups, Sanos, not just Mikey.

Here we start with delulu going strong, bc first of all, as obvious as it seems for the rest of the world: Haru is not aware of how much the Sanos damaged him. Bc of trauma (I'll go there in a while, wait for it) but also, bc he copes with huge amounts of denial, repress and delusions. If he admits this to himself, he'd break in thousand pieces. So he can't. 🙃

(besides the fact his mind is totally broken and reality can be hard to grasp, obv)

(always glad to recover this meme, it fits him too damn well xD)

Also, he's selfish in the most weird way ever. He wouldn't care about random hypothetical victims, not even the slightest. He gives up his own self for Mikey, but is his terribly wrong choice. He's doing it bc is what he believes, what he wants. What he promised too. But he doesn't give a shit who gets caught up in the middle. The king comes first, always.

A few exceptions where it actually hurts him if these people are in the middle of Mikey's way to... To keep living, I guess? But Mucho proved to us who would Haru choose. It will be painful, but his choice is clear. And yeah, it's a choice rooted in severe trauma, obviously. But still, a willing choice. He had months to plan Mucho's murder + how to convince Mikey of his loyalty and found a new gang together. It was a premeditated and wrong so so wrong choice. C'mon, he even pulled the whole speech of "I'm your one and only friend" to Mikey! 🌈coughcoughgaysogaycoughcough 🌈

And just bc I like sharing the hidden pain in the details Wakui left for us... Go to check on this funny (no) parallels!

But yups, is a willing decision where he's pretty much aware how this is going to end. He'll follow Mikey no matter the price, so he's fully delusional but at the same time, knows this is not going to end well for himself and accepts it. The delusion goes more in the sense of believing he can protect Mikey and keep him alive (again, he needs to believe that bc he'll fall right after his king, we all know it, he won't last one day bearing with another timeline with Mikey being dead 🥲 ).

Here, we also have a more accurate translation of this panel on the right side! IT CHANGES A LOT! Sanzu wasn't in a trance, he chose to follow Mikey bc he was infatuated and he needed to declare his love in front of 500 delinquents or something. Biggest simp ever! 🔥

Sorry, I'm doing a long ass chaotic post, argh! (I shouldn't be allowed to talk about him, I have too much to say that probably no one cares or the people who cares are equally obsessive for Sanzu and already knows, oopsie? 😅)

But yeah, my point here is mostly that Haru doesn't see himself as a victim and he'd actually be pretty much jealous if Mikey got another dog to mistreat and give for granted. As we can see in the way he insults Michi, actually. "I didn't spend the last twelve years as a willing slave for the stinky to come here and steal Mikey from me, wtf" 😑

The other important point: Sanzu is not protecting the world from Mikey, he is protecting Mikey. Period. (well, trying his best but protecting someone from themselves is hard)

Now I'm gonna sound like him, but bear with me here for a moment. Sanzu is not Mikey's victim. For one simple reason: He is Shinichiro's victim. Tl0 Shinchiro created Sanzu, that's it. (this is me rambling about Shinichiro's dubious educational methods, big part of it is related to Haruchiyo)

And yeah, Mikey was a shitty friend who gave him away like a stray cat, ignored him for years, gave him for granted and the list keeps on and on. But Sanzu stayed with this level of blind loyalty and obsession bc he remembered Mikey dying in a hospital bed for four years and that wired him forever.

Who told him to keep being Mikey's friend, who made him promised it when he just got scarred for life, was Shinichiro. Mikey wasn't in control when he did that, we all know at this point it was the consequences of Shin's timeleaping (bc yes, Shin, consequences exists honey 🙄). And yeah, 8 yo Haruchiyo without more than one timeline accepted forgiving Mikey, that's totally there and already concerning. But at the same time, for a or b, he kept some distances from him and Baji, to the point he wasn't there when Toman was founded (probably bc Mikey pushed him away too). To the point Draken wasn't aware that Haru was also Mikey's childhood friend.

But the moment he gets tl0 memories back? Then everything changes and he goes totally bananas stalking following Mikey around. I'm not saying the root for him being a simp with zero self-respect wasn't there, bc ofc it was.

Mikey was his first friend, one that probably didn't have any problem standing against Takeomi (as we saw with Kazutora's dad). Haru was a weird kid with a a traumatic childhood, ofc he clung onto his first friend (and probably only until Baji joined). Mikey was a mostly happy an energetic kid, spoiled even if he also lived some tragedies. Ofc the shy and traumatized kid admired him and got blinded by how bright he was. But it didn't go that hard until tl0 imploded.

What happens when you take a traumatized kid who was willing to forgive his friend for scarring him for life and add the memories of how that same friend spent 4 years in a coma to end up dying? Oh, and it turns out the accident didn't happen in exchange of his scars? The ones he was willing to forgive and now he's suddenly too damn aware were the price to pay for Mikey's life? Oh, and he was totally not-okay and slashing people for defending Mikey's honor bc trauma of having his friend in a vegetative state? Oh, he also got told by an adult he admired that it was fine to kill some random for saving Mikey? Oh well. Hi, Sanzu.✨ (I love you baby, but you need therapy and to stay the fuck away from the Sanos, thanks )

I hope this makes some sense, bc I'm fully aware my thoughts about Sanzu are too intertwined and is difficult af to organize them in a way that makes sense from the outside. Tbh, Sanzu mind doesn't makes that much sense either in general. But I felt it was important to explain more about what moves him and why he acts like that. He's in an emotional and insane gremlin who is also good at plotting and deceiving. But the reasons why he does it? Yeah, half of the time he's triggered and trying to not confuse timelines, sounds emotional to me.

I guess my point is mostly this: Sanzu Haruchiyo earnestly believes everything he does is to keep his promise of being Mikey's friend for life, no matter what. That's his goal. He's following Shinichiro steps and he'll sacrifice himself and everyone else for it bc that's also what Shin did. In a really twisted way, he sees it as an honor. Only he knows the truth, only he can be there for Mikey. Only he can be the knight his king needs.

(When I say Takuya should get the fuck away from there I mean it 😭)

thinking (again) about @chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter 's harutaku headcanons. oog.

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OKAY so i’ll start off by saying i cry at literally nothing ever and i dehydrated myself from crying harder than i’ve cried in 10 years at eddie’s death scene. i’m a tough cookie but not when it comes to silly, goofy, lovable, rock-star nerd eddie munson. am i going through genuine grief? yes! so is my denial misplaced? most likely!! but i have a theory anyway

SO!!!! we know the duffers are not above a fake death/ misleading death (see hopper), so maybe they’re trying that again with eddie. as far as we know, dustin didn’t bring back his body- meaning we don’t have proof that eddie fully died/ remained dead. now yes, he was pretty torn up and overall doing not his best, but was it so much damage that survival would be completely impossible? i feel like maybe not. pain and shock can do some pretty weird shit to the body and passing out is not a crazy reaction to have after being mauled by monster demon bats.

aside from the “medical” reasoning, eddie’s role (although new) is not really as a side character, and to get rid of someone with as much potential as our metal DM would have to have some stronger reasoning than a “redemption” arc with a pointless sacrifice. barb, bob, and alexei were insanely lovable characters and played their parts wonderfully, but mostly their roles were about how they affected other people. barb was there to lead nancy into this upside down business, bob was there to give advice and comfort to will and be that sacrifice of “bob newby the superhero”, and alexei needed to be there to help our adult crew. eddie’s story line was more independent and had a leg to stand on even if the rest of our hawkins crew wasn’t there. he wasn’t tagging along, he became a part of the main crew (minus jonathan, will, el, and mike). eddie dying serves no purpose, except to make dustin sad, and doesn’t really fit in with the previous thing of introducing a character only to kill them at the end. so, maybe, eddie wakes up in season 5, gravely injured and alone, and is trying to find a way out and back to the gang. maybe that serves the purpose of giving us eyes on the inside or maybe it’ll give eddie the chance he deserved to clear his name (SINCE NO ONE ELSE SEEMS TO BE WILLING TO STEP UP AND SAY ANYTHING FOR THE PERSON WHO LITERALLY THREW HIMSELF INTO A HOARD OF DEMOBATS YO SAVE A BUNCH OF PEOPLE THAT HATE HIM) or maybe it’s so he can walk the stage and get the diploma he rightfully deserves. at this point i don’t care what the reason is i’ll be honest. also the writing has been quite strategic in the past, so i feel like maybe they wouldn’t have eddie’s last lines be “this is my year” when it clearly is not. i guess we’ll see.

joseph quinn did also make that comment about wanting to do scenes with charlie in s5. now, granted, that may have been just to fuck with all of us, but i’ll take hope where i can get it.

my theory has no real evidence or proof of any kind to support it, but denial is the first stage of grief and this is how i’m choosing to view it until someone explicitly tells me no. even then, i’ll probably ignore them and keep living in blissful ignorance until 2024 when s5 comes out and throws my heart into a wood-chipper. the duffers aren’t perfect writers by any stretch, but i am choosing to have a little faith that their choices are more calculated than this. thanks for listening to my delusions

edit: joseph quinn just did an interview where he talked about how he would’ve liked to come back for another season, but that he was satisfied with the end of eddie’s character arc. sounds like this death was a real one folks (unless this is all some super extra silly prank)!!! i’m gonna leave this theory up here though in case some crazy, wacky miracle occurs and we are all allowed to have hope again.

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edit/ update pt.2: NEW interview (yes somehow already) reveals that joe really may not know how the future of eddie will play out. he says that he’s been talking with joe keery about ways eddie could make an appearance! so hope is not lost! hopefully the duffer brothers realize that they just made the literal largest mistake ever getting rid of quinn as an actor and eddie as a character and they’ll just do an uno reverse moment <3 essentially: FUCK THIS SHOW FOR PLAYING HOT POTATO WITH MY FEELINGS

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[macdennissurvivor]

I just rewatched season 15 tonight with my best friend who hadn’t seen it yet. He isn’t in the fandom and isn’t one for shipping, which makes him a non biased opinion for me. When we finished that last episode he said something interesting. He said they seem to setting up something for your guys (Mac and Dennis) he thinks Mac letting go of his focus with identity and the Catholic Church, the comment from Dee about falling in love means Mac will get a boyfriend next season.

He said Dennis is a complete mess, he so full of bullshit about himself, his life, other people and even reality (still talking to the castle after being discharged from the hospital ) that he’s not in the same place as the others. Hence the ending shot. He thinks Mac getting a boyfriend is gonna take Dennis on a journey. He thinks next season will end with Dennis realising he has feelings for Mac.

I was so happy when he said this. I asked if as a straight, casual viewer if this would bother him. (Straight men are very odd so I had to ask) he said no way. They have always been boardline with their friendship. It would almost be disappointing if they didn’t hook up because the fallout would be hilarious. He said they are like the older guys that claim to be flatmates but you know is code for life partners

that's awesome!! i've seen plenty of people on reddit who despise any form of macdennis or just gay content on the show in general, especially in regards to dennis, so to hear that a straight, casual viewer would be almost disappointed if they never did anything with that makes me hopeful that the majority of the audience would hopefully feel the same, or at least not openly hate on it.

now, moving onto what he thinks for future seasons: i totally agree! i always go back and forth between whether mac and dennis will ever be addressed in the show or not, but, if we're just looking at the writing and betting on that, it one hundred percent makes sense. (again, i don't know what the hell rcg will do with it or if they have any plans at all with mac and dennis BUT, just with what we've been given, especially the last few seasons, it's insane.)

there were big episodes from season 11 to season 13 leading up to the finale with mac finds his pride, where mac finally confronts his sexuality and being proud. season 14 is a weird season, in which we deal with a ton mac versus dennis conflict. like a Lot. to the point where all the dudebros on reddit were saying how there was way too much and they need to do something with it already or move on. and then season 15 highlights mac's identity problems again, and how he's learning to let them go, and charlie got to deal with his father storyline and frank learned to accept charlie as his son. (dee's was ambiguous and is tied in with her acting thing i'm sure, but kind of dropped off in the middle of the season.)

dennis's is going to be interesting because you're right, he's living in denial of almost every aspect of his life and he lives that denial as truth and has a hard time accepting it as any other way. he didn't get vaccinated because he thinks his body is perfect and he could get rid of sickness at will, as we've learned in the gang gets quarantined, he didn't even believe he had covid up until he was in the hospital and he could no longer deny it. the whole conversation they had in the bar about how mac should just "meet a guy, fall in love, and shut the hell up about it" sticks out so much because they didn't end up doing anthing with it this season, because this season was about charlie and his found family. and that end scene where dennis is the only one not in the group with the others is so glaring. i really hope season 16 is what your friend thinks, because mac getting a boyfriend and dennis addressing his delusions about life are both things they hinted toward heavily this season, and if they get addressed together, then that would be amazing.

[pet-genius]

The Death Eaters as a Cult - Part 1

This is a very lightly edited old Reddit post, that I'll publish in parts because the whole thing is like 7000 words. Analyzing Voldemort, the DE and their dynamics, Dumbledore and Harry in comparison, and individual Death Eaters. Hope you like it!

Some say Voldemort is a cartoon villain, or wizard Hitler. I think he is very realistic, and that the focus on his political aspirations ignores interesting aspects of him. I cannot prove that JKR had cults in mind when she wrote Voldemort and his followers, but this is how I read them. It’s nearly impossible to define a cult, so, for the purpose hereof, I’m going with “a group dedicated to the worship of a person”. Many cult leaders in real life present themselves merely as “god’s voice” or “the messiah”, but Voldemort specifically didn’t bother to hide behind a power higher than himself.

Tom Riddle comes from humble beginnings, like many cult leaders - he’s raised in an orphanage. He already has delusions of grandeur, only in this case they’re not delusions, because he really is magic, which makes it all the more dangerous. Look how he reacted to discovering he was a wizard, and how Harry did.

Immediately following the revelation that Lily and James did not die in a car crash, and that Harry is famous, and that he survived an attempt at his life by the worst wizard in history:

Hagrid looked at Harry with warmth and respect blazing in his eyes, but Harry, instead of feeling pleased and proud, felt quite sure there had been a horrible mistake. A wizard? Him? How could he possibly be? He’d spent his life being clouted by Dudley, and bullied by Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon; if he was really a wizard, why hadn’t they been turned into warty toads every time they’d tried to lock him in his cupboard? If he’d once defeated the greatest sorcerer in the world, how come Dudley had always been able to kick him around like a football?

“Hagrid,” he said quietly, “I think you must have made a mistake. I don’t think I can be a wizard.”

Heart-breaking. Harry doesn’t believe he can be special, he blames himself for the way he’s treated.

This is Tom Riddle:

“I know that you are not mad. Hogwarts is not a school for mad people. It is a school of magic.”

There was silence. Riddle had frozen, his face expressionless, but his eyes were flickering back and forth between each of Dumbledore’s, as though trying to catch one of them lying. “Magic?” he repeated in a whisper.

“That’s right,” said Dumbledore.

“It’s... it’s magic, what I can do?”

“What is it that you can do?”

“All sorts,” breathed Riddle. A flush of excitement was rising up his neck into his hollow cheeks; he looked fevered. “I can make things move without touching them. I can make animals do what I want them to do, without training them. I can make bad things happen to people who annoy me. I can make them hurt if I want to.”

His legs were trembling. He stumbled forward and sat down on the bed again, staring at his hands, his head bowed as though in prayer.

“I knew I was different,” he whispered to his own quivering fingers. “I knew I was special. Always, I knew there was something.”

His megalomania and violent nature are already apparent, as is his preternatural control of his magic. It also hints at rudimentary legilimency.

Dumbledore spells out that young Tom Riddle equated magic with immortality and liked to collect trophies, and that Tom Riddle liked being special, as he resents the name Tom for being too common; he already lives behind a mask and only shows his true face in shock. This, and not Dumbledore’s magical prowess, is what always scared Tom. Voldemort knew Dumbledore knew what he was. That was the only tactical advantage Dumbledore had.

It’s also one of JKR’s strokes of brilliance: Dumbledore saw Tom for what Tom was, and others never did until it was too late, not because he was that clever, but because he knew from experience. Dumbledore had allowed himself to fall for a charismatic but heartless man before, and it took Ariana dying to slap him awake. Dumbledore knows good people can be led astray: It happened to him. It has nothing to do with intelligence or “goodness”. Gellert was able to give Albus exactly what Albus lacked, stuck at home taking care of Ariana: the promise of freedom and a bright future, and the companionship of an equal. Albus fell for it, despite warning signs that should have been obvious.

Later, we know Tom is chosen by a wand of yew and phoenix feather. Both yew and phoenix are associated with immortality; yew trees are very long-lived. Compare this to Harry’s wand, holly and phoenix feather: both these characters will experience death and rebirth, except Tom Riddle’s wand tree is yew, and Harry’s is holly.

From Wikipedia: “The Christian church commonly found it expedient to take over existing pre-Christian sacred sites for churches. It has also been suggested that yews were planted at religious sites as their long life was suggestive of eternity, or because, being toxic when ingested, they were seen as trees of death.” Also from Wikipedia: “Christians have identified a wealth of symbolism in the holly tree’s form. The sharpness of the leaves help to recall the crown of thorns worn by Jesus; the red berries serve as a reminder of the drops of blood that were shed for salvation; and the shape of the leaves, which resemble flames, can serve to reveal God's burning love for His people.”

The two orphans’ wildly different views of death are also apparent in their wand trees. Voldemort will murder to attain his goals; Harry will sacrifice himself. That the phoenix feather came from Fawkes is also meaningful - Dumbledore taught both magic in some capacity, but he never could defeat Voldemort, because they’re too alike. One of Harry’s advantages in this battle is the integrity of his soul, which cannot be compromised.

Next, Tom Riddle is sorted into Slytherin. For a child who is already prone to megalomania, the house values bring out the worst in him, and under Slughorn, he grows into a manipulative, cunning, ruthless young man. I’m not blaming Horace for Tom being a psychopath, but some of the particular ways his psychopathy manifested in seem to have been directly due to Slughorn’s influence. Slughorn is a blood-supremacist, who was convinced Tom must come from fine stock. Slughorn tests drinks for poison using house elves; Tom Riddle tests the effectiveness of his Horcrux’s protection on Kreacher. Slughorn emphasizes the importance of connections and outright praises Tom for knowing more than he needs to, and encourages an attitude of “it’s only wrong if you get caught.” But Slughorn, prejudiced and cunning as he is, is not violent - he is academically curious about Horcruxes, but he finds them repugnant. Tom’s heart is not so faint - at the point of asking Slughorn about Horcruxes, the diary is already a horcrux, and Tom has already murdered his father. This is how Dumbledore describes Tom’s original gang, who were the proto-Death Eaters:

As he moved up the school, he gathered about him a group of dedicated friends; I call them that, for want of a better term, although as I have already indicated, Riddle undoubtedly felt no affection for any of them. This group had a kind of dark glamour within the castle. They were a motley collection; a mixture of the weak seeking protection, the ambitious seeking some shared glory, and the thuggish gravitating toward a leader who could show them more refined forms of cruelty. In other words, they were the forerunners of the Death Eaters, and indeed some of them became the first Death Eaters after leaving Hogwarts. Rigidly controlled by Riddle, they were never detected in open wrongdoing, although their seven years at Hogwarts were marked by a number of nasty incidents to which they were never satisfactorily linked, the most serious of which was, of course, the opening of the Chamber of Secrets, which resulted in the death of a girl. As you know, Hagrid was wrongly accused of that crime.

Dumbledore explains what motivated people to join Tom: some were afraid, some ambitious, some cruel. He controlled his so-called friends, and already started framing others for his own crimes (Hagrid’s framing was followed by Morfin’s and Hokey the house elf’s).

This is followed by Tom’s attempt to become a teacher (Dumbledore spells out his motivations: He is attached to the school, he wants to study its magic, and he already wants to build himself an army). He is denied, oddly chooses to work for Borgin and Burkes, a choice fueled by the desire to trace down more items to make into Horcruxes. Through the memory of the meeting with Heptzibah Smith, we see that Tom was definitely charming when he needed to be, and knew how to make people feel good. He did not use magic to trick her into showing him her precious locket and cup: he used muggle manipulation - flattery, making an old and forlorn lady feel valuable, perhaps even flirting with her (she’s certainly flirting with him). He was pleasant enough that Ms. Smith eagerly looked forward to his visits - but as she showed him her treasures, he was caught off guard by hearing about his mother and how she sold the locket, and she saw him for what he was, although she quickly fell into denial. Sadly, she was murdered two days later.

Why rely on Horcruxes to gain immortality? Tom must have known about Nicholas Flamel and the Philosopher’s Stone, and the Horcruxes require someone else to perform the resurrection ritual. Either making the Stone is so hard that it would deter Tom (unlikely), or he already expected to rely on followers who would find him and revive him - he certainly seems to have expected his followers to have searched for him earlier. Maybe Horcruxes were appealing because they require murder. In any case, this is followed by the memory of Tom asking Dumbledore for the DADA job again, a decade later. Tom has spent a decade gathering followers, and he has already changed his name to Lord Voldemort. This is reminiscent of real life cult leader David Koresh, and the leaders of the Children of God, Aum Shinrikyo, etc. The meeting between Voldemort and Albus is interesting, because it’s clear that Dumbledore had tried to teach Tom about the power of love:

“The old argument,” he said softly. “But nothing I have seen in the world has supported your famous pronouncements that love is more powerful than my kind of magic, Dumbledore.”

“Perhaps you have been looking in the wrong places,” suggested Dumbledore.

This did not help. Tom never learned - how could he? At 16, he was already a murderer - who could love him now for who he was? He could never be truly loved, and he could never truly love another, and he underestimated the power of love for his entire life, leading to his downfall - twice (were that it was so simple in real life).

Voldemort is trying to obfuscate the nature of the relationship, like all cults - they never admit this is what they are.

“I am glad to hear that you consider them friends,” said Dumbledore. “I was under the impression that they are more in the order of servants.”

“You are mistaken,” said Voldemort.

But LV can’t lie to Dumbledore, who changes the subject. He denies him the DADA job again, and the curse is placed on the job. LV’s ascent is due to begin in a few years. Hagrid tells the story:

Anyway, this — this wizard, about twenty years ago now, started lookin’ fer followers. Got ’em, too — some were afraid, some just wanted a bit o’ his power, ’cause he was gettin’ himself power, all right. Dark days, Harry. Didn’t know who ter trust, didn’t dare get friendly with strange wizards or witches...

Voldemort isn’t just interested in immortality. He wants complete control. He wants everyone fearing him - even fearing his name. He has people isolated and distrustful, fearing for their lives.

But we know his reign of terror was dreadful - what I’m interested in is the way he treated his own followers. We know little about how he treated them in the first war, but we do have what Sirius had to say about Regulus’s fate:

From what I found out after he died, he got in so far, then panicked about what he was being asked to do and tried to back out. Well, you don’t just hand in your resignation to Voldemort. It’s a lifetime of service or death.

We know the real story of Regulus’s disappearance, and it’s different. Kreacher tells us that Regulus died in the Horcrux cave - but more telling is that Regulus forbade Kreacher from telling his parents what had happened to him. Why did he feel the need to do that? This suggests that Regulus knew LV destroyed traitors’ families, which is a tactic used in cults and other abusive dynamics. We know LV would leverage Draco’s welfare against Lucius for his failure in the Department of Mysteries, too. We know also that instead of going to Dumbledore, or to his own brother, Regulus chose death – unless he was really dumb, and I don’t think he was, he must have been manipulated into believing that was his only option, or his world made no sense after his faith had shattered. So many people never readjust to life outside the cult.

Voldemort “dies” about two years after that, having successfully recruited about 400 followers (“the death eaters outnumbered us the Order 20:1” - Lupin). We can’t say if all these people were genuine Death Eaters or people who had been Imperiused or otherwise coerced, or allies like Narcissa, but that coercion is used to recruit shows that Voldemort did not take his own followers’ ambitions and wishes into account. People who use outright coercion don't suddenly draw the line at manipulation.

[thisaliennerd]

ok, so in cooperative polygraphy, annie reveals that she drugged the study group while they were studying for their anthropology final, however, they don't have an anthro final at the end of their second semester of anthropology because duncan starts drinking again. that means that this must have been their first semester anthro final. this is significant because abed says he didn't sleep for 3 days, and you know what else he was doing at the end of his first semester of anthropology? having a mental breakdown in which he was seeing everything as stop motion animated

this gives us 3 possible scenarios:

1. abed's uncontrollable christmas happens first, and then immediately upon coming out of it he's drugged

2. abed's christmas delusion happens at some point during his insomnia

3. after 3 straight days of being awake, abed goes into a stop motion delusion

the timeline isn't 100% clear on which one it is, but we know abed's uncontrollable christmas takes place on december 9th, and troy says it's the last day of classes. now this could mean that it's the week before finals, however, in season one, the gang takes their spanish 101 final on december 10th, and given that december 9th, 2010 was a thurday, my guess is that it's probably not scenario 1. in addition, for it to be scenario 3, their anthro final would have had to be on monday for the drugs to have worn off by thursday, so that means the most likely scenario is scenario 2.

this is also the most tragic scenario, though because it means that abed is in the middle of a complete crisis (not sleeping for 72-84 hours will fuck you up majorly), not sleeping, inventing a language etc., when he gets a card from his mom saying she’s not going to come see him for christmas, breaking an important routine and also feeding into his abandonment issues, and he spirals into this incredibly detailed delusion. obviously abed does escape into fantasy to cope with difficult emotions, but the stop motion delusion is the most detailed, and abed is so heavily in denial about it. more than any other delusion, he not only sees it, but expects everyone else to see it (contrast to geothermal escapism where he understands that no one else sees the lava). his escapism is magnified by his amphetamine fueled insomnia. 

annie made this traumatic event with his mom worse by drugging abed without his consent which makes his outrage over the situation even more justified

[jademakean]

Clouded Sea

JJ Maybank x Routledge!Reader

Warnings: Death, Thalassophobia.

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It had been a while since your brother’s disappearance. You don't recollect how you reacted to the newfound information, in the beginning, your overwhelmed mind blocking out the details. What you do remember is how you spent days in your room mourning until you snapped out of your trance.

Just because they didn't find the boat doesn't mean they aren't alive.

It's John B, he knows how to get out of difficult situations.

He's okay

Of course, your slight change in attitude received attention from unwanted locals, you seemed more eager to leave the house, you didn't cry anytime you came back to the Routledge house, there weren't dark circles under your eyes anymore and it wasn't too long before they understood what you began speculating.

Delusion ran in the family

The pogues were the ones to understood your situation the quickest. On the rare location, John Bs name was mentioned, you spoke of him as though he were still alive. Barely phased by the fact that your brother wasn't around anymore. They also noticed how you'd run off right home to check the mail after hanging out with them.

At that point they began to pity you, believing that you were in denial and becoming obsessed-which you were- they discussed it amongst themselves trying to finds ways to bring you back to reality.

JJ was a different story, he became more distant and quiet. Mostly hanging at his house with his god-awful father. Doing his best at ignoring you because you'd just remind him of his second greatest loss.

As time went on you got some clarity on your surroundings. JJ behavior mostly.

You weren't sure how to approach him at first, he must be having his own battles that didn't need to be brought up, maybe he'd shut you out even more if you tried to ask him how he felt. So you decided to be casual.

You remembered how you had asked him to teach you how to surf before John Bs disappearance. You never learned how  because of your fear of the ocean, and it had gotten worse due to this past event. 

Sweat began to gather on your forehead due to the blazing sun up above. You readjusted you loose shirt, hiding your plain bathing suit. You knocked on the metal door, nervously waiting for who you were looking for and as you were about to knock a second time, a very tired JJ appeared with squinted eyes as the light hit his face.

The air left your lungs momentarily. You hadn't seen his face in a long while but he was here now, in front of you.

You snapped put of it when he whispered your name "What are you doing here?"

Taking a deep inhale, you smiled charmingly. “I came over to get you. You promised me you'd teach me how to surf last year, remember?” It was your fault for holding the plans back for so long, the thought of swimming above water clouded with sand was terrifying to you.

You walked past him, grabbing the beach towel on the floor and some sunscreen. “Right now?”

You answered with a smile “Of course! Better sooner than later. I'm tired of holding our plans off, we should just get it done and over with.”

“That's not what I mean.”

You stopped rummaging through the towels. It was easy to tell my the sound of his voice that he was still struggling immensely, it was also laced with confusion on how you aren't in the state of mind he is now.

“There are barely any waves today. I checked and there aren't many people either, it might be because it's a Wednesday.” You changed the attention the topic was directed to smoothly

“Y/n..”

You interrupted him by grabbing his hand, leading him to where his surfboard was abandoned for these past weeks. “Lets go, the sun is about to set.”

As you previously mentioned moments before, the sea was still. The sun warmed up everything beneath it, almost making you excited to get in the chill water.

Once you reached the shore line JJ began making little mountain of sand beside you “What are you doing?”

“You have to practice on sand before trying the real thing." He sighed.

“Actually-” you caught his eyes “-I was thinking that maybe you could help me get more comfortable with being in the water? I feel like that's the overall most basic step, you know?” You laughed lightly trying to cover up the anxiety spiralling in your head.

And thats what happened for the next few days. You started off small, allowing the water to reach your knees then moved on to mid thigh, and that alone lasted about 20 minutes. However, you didn't mind. You were able to talk to JJ more, which was hard.

It seemed like there was something on his mind that was one fake smile away from being revealed.

You both began meeting by the beach at 4:P.M, you'd stay for a few hours before he'd start help u balance yourself on the pile of sand with his surfboard.

It was all going well. You were always a quick learner when you got excited over something. JJ on the other hand seemed to become slightly closed off, like the only thing set on his mind was to teach you surf and nothing more. Limeted physical contact, no unessesary comments, no jokes.

Oh, how much you missed jokes. You hadn't heard one from him since your brother's disappearance. Your hopes of peeping one from him was slowly dimming away.

"Alrighty! I think I'm ready to sit on the board, maybe go farther out this time. A two in one." You smiled. While pulling down your shorts you decided to keep your shirt on. You excitedly took JJ's hand before guiding him to shore.

The water was cold, as usual, but you didn't feel as hesitant to enter it like before. It was an improvement that you were glad to notice.

Since you had a later shift at work it was already 7:50 P.M and the sun was starting to set, making the sky was a beautiful mixture of gold and blue.

You snapped out of your trance once you felt JJ's hands on your waist.

You were suddenly flustered by his action, and even though he was just helping you get on the board, he hadn't been very physical with you those past days. His a action was simply unexpected.

"Thank you." You said sitting up straight.

There was complete silence between the both of you. The only sounds heard was the waves clashing together gracefully, peoples distant voices and seagulls flying over their heads. This was the normal routine between the two of you, no talking, just the patiently waiting for your fear to disintegrate into ashes until you're able to swim without a care in the world, just like all the Pogues.

You missed them, truly.

There weren't anymore meatups at the Chateau or watching them surfing from your spot in the sand, sunbathing while drinking fresh juice.

"Do ya want to make plans with the gang? We could eat dinner at the diner, and maybe sleepover my hous-"

"What is wrong with you."

JJ interrupted you with a harsh tone, causing your smile to falter. "What do you mean?" You asked, calmly adjusting your body so you could sit with both of your legs on one side of the board.

"You know exactly what I mean." He looked into your eyes this time. And it's now that you have no choice but to look at his face that you notice the dark undereyes, dry lips and messy hair.

He wasn't taking proper care of himself, he probably couldn't if he tried. It was obvious your brother's disappearance took a toll on him. "How do you do that?"

"Do what?" You asked, slightly afraid of his answer.

"How are you so okay with everything. I remember when you were locked in your room for weeks on end, and one day you just- came out. I didn't even see you and from what I heard it seemed impossible to be true. But then you just showed up at my door with no warning, with this big smile on your face and- I don't understand. He's your brother." His tone became more exasperated as he let out all the words that had been running through his mind.

"JJ, I'm not gonna stay sad all summer just because John be isn't here. I'm sure he wants me to do what makes me happy and keep taking care of myself. Plus, he's-"

"Stop talking about him as if he's alive!" JJ interrupted once again "He's dead, don't you understand? He's not coming back, or gonna send you some letter. He's dead."

His harsh tone made you feel as though he was purposely trying to hurt you. The worst part is that that's not the case. He's trying to make you see what he sees. "He's not dead."

There was a slight pause, he looked at you as if you were crazy.

"He's not. There's no body, so until I see one he's not dead. He's smart. He's got Sarah, they got away from the police and are probably in some island enjoying themselves."

"You've gotten comeplety insane! Do you hear yourself? You sound exactly like him when your dad disappeared, and you know damn well how that went."

His hurtful words ignited anxiety within your heart, making it feel heavy and sensitive. You were starting to feel too much and you didn't know how to stop it.

"I know he's alive! You'll see. He's gonna send some sort of signal, ofcourse we couldn't just show up out of nowhere when the police is looking for him. Since when does a disappearance automatically mean they died?"

JJ's eyes darkened, he was done with this game. He had to witness JJ obsess over his dad's disappearance only for him to be hit with utter disappointmen, he wasn't gonna allow the same to happen to you. "Face it. Your brother's dead, there's nothing you can do to change that."

His words hit you like a wave, his harshness making the agonizing emotion worse than ever thought possible.

It was so hard to keep hoping. It was exhausting.

"I don't wanna be alone"

Your words came out quiet and shaky. Once JJ looked back at you he took notice of the fact that your eyes were casted down, glossy and relaxed to the point where it seemed as though there was no emotion behind them.

The thought of not being able to hug your brother again- not having anymore long converstation about your future or simply seeing him from afar as he tried to outsurf JJ- was a thought that you refused to accept. However, you had begun douphting yourself and JJ finally saw through that crack.

His tense shoulders dropped, guilt sinking in knowing you were hiding the way you truly felt deep down.

"He's not dead, okay?"

JJ gazed at your expression swallowing the shame building up your throat before nodding his head. “You're right, he's not dead.”

He slowly approached you and got between your legs, wrapping his arms around you. “He's not dead.” You collapsed against him, resting your cheek against his collarbone.

Teardrops fell onto his golden skin, the feeling resulted in a shiver, running through his body as he hugged you tighter.

John Bs disappearance was harsh on everyone who truly knew him, and some learned how to hide it better than others. All that everyone slowly began understanding is that you were all one family and should watch out for each other.

“Do you wanna go grab a bite?”

You could almost laugh at his poor attempt to be casual, but you settled with a smile, pulling away from him while wiping your own tears with your arm.

JJ ran his thumb underneath your eye before kissing your forehead. “Come on, we can listen to Bob Marley on the way there if you want.” He snickered as he guided your surfboard towards the beachfront. You sighed, liking the feeling of the water moving underneath you as he pulled you to shore, observing the fish beneath you.

The sun had already set and all that was leftover of the sky was a pinkish-blue.

You could finally feel the sand beneath your feet. You watched as JJ walked off, grabbing his bag and shirt.

“Here.” He tossed over his top and your flip-flops as he slid in his. “Arent, you gonna be cold?” You asked knowing the shit that laid in your hands was the only one he had.

“What, would you prefer to walk around in your soaking wet shirt? Because I think that'd do more damage to your health than me going shirtless.” He teased with a raised brow.

You paused for a second allowing the realization that you are in fact soaking wet to sink in “Yeah you're right. Suffer.” Your approving sentence got a laugh from him.

You gaped at him. This was the first time you heard him laugh ever since go started talking to him again.

A smile made its way to your lips “Alright, I'm ready.” You stated after pulling a new shirt over your body. “My tapes are in the outside pocket.”

He pulled out the Bob Marley cassette from the bag before sharing an earbud with you. You accepted, untying your dry hair and finally setting it free.

The walk was peaceful, a comfortable silence falling over the both of you. The smell of pinewood from the trees was calming as you walked past the forestry area of the island.

You and JJ would always use this path after a beach day with the pogues. You would separate yourselves from the group so you could discuss about his job, home life, aspirations. Those were all things he never felt very safe discussing about with anyone but you. John B knew, but they didn't have the sort of relationship where they could switch to sensitive topics easily.

JJ liked how listened. You didn't look at him while he talked about such things, knowing he would feel intimidated by your gaze. The way your body slightly turned to him to show that you were paying attention. Most of all how you communicated with him first. When discussing about his father, you would ask if he needed a listener, a solution, or comfort.

Most of the time he would ask for you to simply allow him to rant, however, there were many times where he would ask for you to comfort him, just so he could receive the soothing sensation of embracing you tightly.

During every hug you shared, we're mere seconds of pure relief, relief that there was someone out there who knows about every aspect of his life and is yet to view him as weak.

“I’m really glad you got me put of the house. I hadn't surfed ever since he disappeared.”

It was as if the path you were on gave him the courage to speak with confidence. “And I'm sorry I was so harsh on you. I didn't mean to. I've just been feeling so much and I got so frustrated when you didn't seem as miserable as I am, I should've never been so insensitive.”

You knew he had a hard time apologizing to people, it made him feel vulnerable and he wants to have the upper hand in every situation. He likes being in control to compensate for the how much of it he lacks at home.

You looked over at him before smiling. “I love you too, JJ.” You ruffled his hair playfully before hugging his side as you walked.

JJ returned your smile, grateful for the fact that you resorted to a light-hearted response instead of a heavy one.

Time passed quickly and before you knew if you had arrived at the Chateau. JJ took a deep breath, his nerves increasing. He hadn't seen any of them, just as he hadn't seen you during those long weeks. How would they react seeing him there, let alone seeing the both of you together with smiles on your faces.

You squeezed his hand gently. An encouraging gesture to give him some strength.

You led him inside, the yellowish lights contrasted the night sky beautifully and as you both sat around the wooden table, you removed the earbud from your ear, which prompted him to follow your actions.

“JJ?” You heard Kie from behind you. Once you turned to face her she looked as though a miracle just occurred before her eyes.

Before your brain could acknowledge she dropped her notepad and hugged you both with the strength of an amazonian. “I missed you guys.” she mumbled into your hair.

As you were about to respond you felt more weight on you “We missed you guys.”

You giggled, now aware that it was Pope who was crushing you.

It had been so long since you had all shared such a heartfelt embrace, and you weren't going to let each other go for a while. You were all family. No matter how far you are or how long you don't speak to each other. This is what a true family was, and soon enough you were all going to be together again, as one.

“We missed you too.”

[zu-is-here]

A Multiversal Shift called Falsified Delusion

Me, @dulceringo, and a few others on discord made an idea that I've thought about but never seen any ideas for.

The premise is simple: For one reason or another, at some time or place (all of us making it had a few different timings on when this happens), Nightmare eats a positive apple (kinda like Shattered Dream but Delusion Nightmare (name will be explained).)

Here's the summary: An AU where Night is the one who ate the golden apples. Became a positive drug dealer and now gives addicting positivity to others cause that is the only way he can see himself being loved.

The Bad Sanses (Killer, Horror, Cross, Dust (Maybe?), and others?) are all addicted to Nightmare's aura because you know, the positivity is kinda a drug.

Error, depending on ideas (Mama Error, FGOD Error, or Canon Error) will either attack the addicted Bad Sanses and Nightmare (Canon), avoid them like the plague (FGOD), or be in deep as well (Mama)

Dream is trying to help Nightmare see that this idea about positivity is wrong (Dream is kinda like a Fanon Nightmare in this in that normal Fanon Nightmare knows about the balance and is kinda a dadmare, so Dream would know about the balance in this version of events).

Ink and Blue are mostly doing their normal thing.

Nightmare's looks (There is a minor debate going on about his looks so every "->" means that someone else/the same person is renegotiating the looks): Four winged, halo having skeleton probably wearing a replica of dreams outfit but white and purple? -> A damned white robe with purple and gold clasps idk + Still, 4 wing + halo plz -> wait but the floofy fur looks like galaxies.

@dulceringo : So far we established that the bad sanses will still be under Nightmare but in the context that they are addicted to the positive energy. And Dream will be that person that take care of the withdrawals.

A friend who (I think) doesn't have tumblr: Noot: spreading addiction to positivity Dream: helping through the withdrawal of said positivity chasing after Noot and gang.

I figured ya would like this idea. You too @help-im-a-gay-fish @kotikaleo @jann-the-bean and @yuriyuruandyuraart

^_^

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Wow! That's an interesting idea indeed (*'▽'*) Given that both of these AUs are based on the denial of the same thesis, this is reasonable ☆

✧ What do you guys think about this? ✧

[stages-of-mania]

Lord Huron Timeline Masterpost

Disclaimer: A lot of this information is speculation and consists of a lot of theories. Feel free to take things with a grain of salt.

Lonesome Dreams: 

Setting: 19th century Wild West (some theories suggested could be the Middle East in the mid-20th century) 

Characters:

Huron (main character)

Blaquefut (Huron’s best friend)

Helena (Huron’s girlfriend)

nameless Helena’s Ex (we're gonna call him Sonny for convenience)

Story: (I’m sure that most of the songs are in chronological order from the album but a few of them I believe are flashbacks so I had to move them around.)

She lit a fire/one of the best love songs ever written: The story goes earlier in the timeline technically, as it’s flashing back to how Huron met Helena. This is how the pair met. She lit his fire to travel the world or something.

Ends of the earth: early on in Huron and Helena‘s relationship. He wants to travel the world but she doesn’t so they’re kinda like “let’s split up for a bit”

Setting sun/the most mindfucking song (yes this bonus track is played at the end of the song, but hear me out ): Sonny has noticed that Helena has found someone else. They both know that Huron is better for her, but Sonny’s still pissed so he goes full yandere and chases after Huron. This story was put at the end and made “unfinished” because Sonny will always have a vendetta while Huron’s alive.

Time to run: Huron and friends are being chased by Sonny’s goons. Blaqufut gets shot in the head while helping Huron escape.

lonesome dreams: now this is a bit of a stretch, but from this theory, LD is basically purgatory and Huron travels to it to rescue Blaqufut from death.

Ghost on the shore/best song: nothing too significant to the story, it’s just Huron talking about how he misses home/the Great Lakes

I will be back one day: again, nothing much, just Huron reminiscing over Helena in pursuit to find her.

Man who lives forever: again nothing too significant, just Huron not wanting to die.

Brother: this is possibly the aftermath of an altercation between Huron and Blaqufut that they resolve. It pretty much just reaffirms their friendship.

In the wind: this one actually occurs while Huron is still on the run but from Helena’s perspective. It’s basically her reminiscing over him. I think they put this one at the end because it’s spiritually the end of the album, as it discusses how long distances and death can stop love.

Lullaby: Huron finally makes it back to Helena. He’s a complete wreck but Helena’s just happy he’s back

Sidenotes: Lonesome dreams are a collection of stories from Jorge Ranger Johnson, a writer character that Ben made up. Because of this, some of lonesome dreams might not actually be real within the universe of Lord Huron. Or they might be real events and just happened to be written about by an author. 

Alternate theories suggest that Setting sun was actually about Huron the entire time and it did take place at the end of the album, causing Helena to find someone else and Huron to becoming a murderer. 

One last important thing, because these are stories and might not actually occur within the universe of Lord Huron, it is possible that there is no afterlife, as suggested in later albums.

Strange Trails: 

Setting:

1950s, somewhere in America.

George’s: A bar that several characters tend to spend time at (probably in reference to George Ranger Johnson)

Characters:

Frankie Lou: washed up singer who presumably had a failed romance that fucked up bad. Probably an alcoholic. Sings at George’s

Cobb Avery: zombie brought back to life out of vengeance. His family was killed because his boss gave him a piece of land on a sinkhole. leader of the “World Enders” gang. Basically a bunch of terrorists. Kills everyone from the company that sold him the house. Hangs out at George’s

Jonnie: member of the world Enders. Kind of trigger-happy in a thrill seeker. Probably one of the less malicious members of the group. Probably 19.

Buck Vernon: I also think another washed-up singer. What’s important though is that he suffers from hallucinations and is desperately trying to find the girl of his dreams.

Lily: some girl that every guy in town has the hots for. Hangs out at George’s

Jim: Lily's boyfriend. Hangs out at George’s.

Danielle: Young girl. The only child character, I’d say 11-14. Best character. You’re never too young to have an existential crisis.

Justine: not really important, presumably a writer.

Louisa: some random girl (Assuming that this theory is true, she might also be a witch and might’ve started out as an asshole, might also hang out at George’s)

There’s also some other guy but he was part of one song and it wasn’t significant so disregard him.

Story:

Love like ghosts: this is Frankie reminiscing over her failed relationship

When the night ends: Jonnie talking about appreciating the finer things in life while everything’s going to shit

Dead man’s hand/also best song: buck finds Avery presumably dead while wandering the desert. He buries him only to find out that Avery is still alive. Avery says that there’s no afterlife for him and he doesn’t want to go back in the grave. The pair become friends and go their separate ways.

Hurricane: just Johnny talking about living life on the edge

La belle fleur sauvage/the beautiful wildflower: just the lead singer gushing over Lily. The guy singing this only shows up in this song, but it’s just meant to establish that everyone has the hots for Lilly. The song could also be talking about Buck in his pursuit.

Fool for love: Buck goes to George’s to win over Lily, but Jim is already with her. Being delusional, buck tries to take on Jim (in the music video he gets Avery to fight him), he trashed the place and because of this is kicked out. He’s pretty optimistic but after this, he feels kind of defeated. (*Post-Rejection Depression Time*)

World ender: focuses on Avery‘s story. Follows him as he seeks vengeance and kills the people from the company that sold him the shitty house.

Meet me in the Woods: more of Frankie reminiscing over her failed romance

Yawning grave: (OK so this is the first big roadblock in the story, so the character that this song is about is very much left up to interpretation) I assume Avery has kind of calmed down But still intends to pursue the people that have wronged him.

Frozen Pines: (disappointingly) The only song about Danielle. Her parents were abducted by aliens in front of her. She is sort of in denial and refuses to leave where she is in the middle of the forest out of the delusion that they’ll come back. The song ends with her realizing that she has to move on as she attempts to leave the forest. (also, frozen Pines is the name of the motel so it could also just be that maybe Danielle is stuck at a motel which would honestly be kind of funny.)

Cursed/best love song ever written: Buck has found himself a new girl. However, due to previous failed romantic endeavors and hallucinations, he thinks that she’s an asshole trying to put a curse on him. (The song is presumably about Louisa. It’s entirely possible that Louisa was being manipulative but they sort things out)

Way out there: (The most difficult song to figure out) presumably about Avery. I can only best describe it as him having an existential crisis and him missing his dead family.

Louisa: after Buck was tempted to kick bricks, Louisa helped him out and gave him a newfound appreciation for life. Now they’re happy =]

Night we met: last song of Frankie reminiscing over her ex. Also, the lyric video confirms that Buck & Louisa either broke up or she was just a figment of his imagination, so uh, ya. Hopefully you weren't as emotionally invested in these characters as much as I was because that tore me a new one.

Sidenotes: this album definitely had the most interpretations. The biggest issues are the stories of yawning grave and way out there, as I am unsure that it is even about Avery. The real issue tho is the lack of songs about Danielle. Ben Come On!

There are also a couple connections between this album and the next

Vide Noir: 

Setting: 1960s. Detroit & Los Angeles. 

Background info: A drug called vide noir has recently been legalized. It’s basically just a hallucinogenic that destroys the fabric of reality, good times.

Characters:

Buck Vernon: Christ Ben just can’t seem to give this guy a break.

Lee Green: Buck’s new girl. Probably wants to be an actress or something.

Lady moonbeam: A medium/psychic. I think she’s black but it’s hard to tell because of the lighting.

Cobb Avery: Best Boy Electrician on “Products of the Universe” TV show. (only mentioned in 1 song)

Marsha Tanley & Dale Frander: “Products of the Universe” host; guy selling vide & its derivatives. (not in the songs)

Story:

Lost in time and space: Buck is upset because Lee left. He decides to chase after her nonetheless.

Never ever: Buck's spirits are lifted as he heads out to find Lee.

Ancient names: Buck goes to Lady Moonbeam For advice but she sees into the future and sees that Buck will become a drug addict. He’s in denial but she knows otherwise.

Wait by the river: just Buck talking about how you would do anything for Lee. Also reveals the potential of an altercation between the two of them, presumably the two of them having a fight before she left.

Secret of life: (OK this one’s a little hard, the singer is clearly Buck, but it’s hard to tell if he’s confronting either Lee or lady moonbeam) either way, whoever he is confronting has allegedly made a pact with Avery that will cause something bad to happen to Buck. Because of this, he downs a bottle of fukitol/vide noir.

Back from the edge: the MF dies but comes back (where have we seen that before)

Balancer's eye: Buck runs into God and is denied access to heaven. Either because he wasn’t supposed to die or maybe people who take drugs aren’t allowed in. Or God has really high standards and no one‘s allowed in (again, weird knowing that Blaqufut experienced purgatory and Avery said there’s no heaven at all)

When the night is over: realizing the effect of VN, Buck is becoming worried for Lee that she might overdose if he doesn’t find her soon enough

Moonbeam: Like with Louisa, Buck ran into a girl that saved him from a bad place. Hard to tell if it’s Lee (it likely isn’t because of later in the story)  or lady moonbeam.

Vide Noir: Buck talking about the effects of the drug.

Emerald star/The most depressing song ever written: after doing everything he can and fucking dying, Buck finally finds Lee but he is turned down as she would rather be a junkie. It’s also possible that she might die or be dying, judging by the fact that the second half of this song is just instrumental followed by a sudden halt at the end. {Yay, I get to experience “close to you” all over again}

Sidenotes: George ranger Johnson is a spiritual advisor for the show that Avery works on.

The events of the film are claimed to come at the end/after the album.

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All information was aggregated from the albums, interviews with Ben, music videos, articles about the film, Products of the Universe, & whatever else I could scavenge from LH’s YouTube channel.

I’d also like to give a huge thanks to the fanbase for their theories and research. It really helped out a lot piecing this all together. I had a lot of fun discussing this with fellow Wanderers and Enders and really appreciate being a part of this fanbase.

If you have any alternative theories, timelines, etc, be sure to mention them. A huge chunk of this info will probably become obsolete when the film/next album comes along so enjoy this while we can still be optimistic.

Dear Balancer help us.

[notsosensational]

This is my classpect master post for Danganronpa 2! It's been a while since my post for the first game, mostly because I was stuck on a few characters (it was much harder overall for some reason), but I'm finally done, god bless. I’m hoping to start and finish V3 soon to work on the next classpect post

Hinata Hajime- Page of Hope

-actively exploits and is served possibilities and positivity. Hope was easy for Hajime, because even though he's more of a "realist" than our other hope players, he's a fantastic beacon of encouragement to the people around him. Somehow he just knows the right things to say in order to lift people's spirits. He definitely didn't start out with much hope himself though. He was bitter and futureless, attending the Hope's Peak reserve course as more of a conciliatory prize than anything. But Chiaki bumped into him and gave him the belief that he's not any worse by not having a talent. And later, he was given a huge opportunity to take part in the "hope cultivation plan". There's a lot of self-denial going on with him, trying not to admit to others that he's only in the reserve course and trying to convince himself that he doesn't care that much, which runs rampant in pages and knights.

Kamukura Izuru - Muse of Hope

-passively embodies possibilities and beliefs. On my previous classpect post with the DR1 characters, I said I didn't do the master classes but I've changed my mind. I'm not going to go back and edit my post but I'm definitely sorting Junko as a lord and Izuru as a muse. There's nothing else he could be. Extreme passivity and preoccupation with personal belief and possibilities (what is interesting, what is boring, is there anything I can't do?). He *is* possibilities in that he has so many talents, he can do nearly anything. Also, this just goes to show that no class, aspect, or title is inherently good or bad. Some might be more inclined to, uh, moral confusion, but we all make our own choices.

Owari Akane- Mage of Life

-actively understands and guides energy and growth. Life seems a pretty solid fit for her, as she's basically grown up overcoming obstacles, metaphorically and literally as she does parkour and gymnastics. Her relationship with food is all about energy and not about quality (... she eats crushed flowers after Hiyoko tells her you get more protein when you crush the food). What really sold me on mage though, was her intuition. She's really noted for her accurate gut feelings; she can tell when someone is strong even when they don't look it and I learned after reading her wiki that in the "ultimate talent development plan" she could sense Mukuro and Maki weren't who they appeared to be.

Komaeda Nagito- Bard of Light

-passively destroys information and fortune. A lot of people say he's hope but while that could fit, light fits so much better. His cycle of good luck & bad luck makes sense as he's drawn to luck as a light player but then destroys it as a bard. Most importantly though, the way he wields information like a weapon to confuse and undermine people really solidifies it for me. Somehow, someway, he always knows (or acts like he knows) much more than everyone around him. His dialogue is endless exposition and self-centered but all his information is given to manipulate people and tear them down.

Pekoyama Peko- Knight of Doom

-passively serves systems, restrictions, and suffering. She serves the system she's always known. She is a tool to be wielded by Fuyuhiko and nothing more. Her feelings and desires are pushed down because there's no point in expressing them. She's very good at what she does though, she definitely exploits the rules she adheres by enough to be called an Ultimate. And even though she doesn't express her emotions, it's clear that her suffering has made her empathetic, as she's respectful and one of the few people who holds basic decency towards Nagito.

Kuzuryu Fuyuhiko- Prince of Blood

-actively destroys through relationships and bonds. He's destructive and he acts like it; heir was the only other class I was considering but he's very active and more into intentional destruction than unintentional changes. Obviously he destroys nearly any chance of close relationships with his classmates, but as a yakuza his job is to use his connections to lead, which often involves tearing down other gangs and ties. And finally, he destroys his only real relationship after Peko is executed after he orders her to kill Mahiro.

Hanamura Teruteru- Maid of Rage

-actively creates rage and limitations. I think maid fits well from the start, as he's a cook and that's all about creation. He definitely inspires rage in people, and the doubt and disbelief of rage is very evident in his constant denial of his surroundings. He created a lot of fear and negativity in himself because he wouldn't settle on believing or refusing what was going on- he needed to know the truth and that drove him to acting out. His insistence on being called "chef" and that he's from the city both fuel a sort of self-delusion that seems to be common with rage.

Nanami Chiaki- Rogue of Blood

-passively steals and relocates relationships and bonds. She is very focused on interpersonal relationships, and not just those centered on herself. To some extent, she's able to connect with everyone including reserve course Hajime, and black sheep Nagito. In the game, she's *really* good at redirecting people. If they're focused on arguing with someone, she manages to turn it around for the better, like with Hiyoko's shrine to Mahiru. She also fits the rogue archetype well, as in the anime she was an outcast in the beginning, and- this might just be my opinion- honestly I don't think anyone ever seriously got close to her as well as they did with some of the others.

Tanaka Gundham- Witch of Hope

-actively changes beliefs and possibilities. Honestly, I could see a bit of everything in him. I think witch fits very well with his aesthetic, but it also fits his choices. Witches are highly active but often off doing their own thing instead of cooperating with everyone; he spent more time looking for his earring than investigating for the first trial. Hope very clearly fits the zany belief system he has, but it also fits in other ways. It's not obvious because of his vernacular, but he has a crazy amount of optimism; he gets regular remarks ranging from "politely shunning" to "outright hurtful" and they never seem to seriously bother him. I view his act in chapter 4 as a grand example of changing his classmates' hope.

Sonia Nevermind- Knight of Breath

-passively exploits and serves through freedom and direction. While she is a princess, she definitely does not act like a prince. Instead she considers her title to essentially be a servant to her people. She isn't above them in anything but position, and she needs to direct them to a better future. She is cooperative and helpful to the rest of the class but not in the healer way a sylph would be, more in the useful motivator kind of way. She serves the team by keeping a composed head and encouraging everyone to stay calm and work towards the goal. She expresses the motivation and direction aspects of breath more so than freedom but it still shows in her detachment from everyone else due to her status. She's never really had close bonds before Hope's Peak.

Saionji Hiyoko- Thief of Time

-actively steals time. I went through several different titles for her in between analyzing other characters. She definitely fits the role of thief with a personality comparable to Vriska and Meenah. Dancing is a time activity as you need perfect timing for a routine, and traditional dancing even more so since it's lasted for centuries. Personally, I think because of her upbringing she is not quite acting as she wants to, and is ghosting the knight of space. She wants to be bold and confident, able to take up the time of others and act meaningfully, but she's hesitating; serving others space to keep them away and is pretending she's more capable than she is. She was kept spoiled and helpless growing up which means she developed the personality and drive of a thief, but not the skills needed for one.

Mioda Ibuki- Sylph of Heart

-passively heals emotions and sense of self. To me she is very clearly a heart player. She's very sure who she is and doesn't mind expressing it, and all of her free time events with Hajime are centered around helping him with his identity. She's friendly and gets along with pretty much everyone in some way, including "Byakuya", Mikan, and Hiyoko; all of which are not so easy to hold friendships with. I think it's interesting how much she likes "Byakuya" considering his constant identity crisis and I wonder if she can sort of sense that. She's loud and she stands out, but she's a pretty passive person concerning her actual actions and mostly helps people individually.

Souda Kazuichi- Page of Space

-actively exploits and is served space. I like space for him; I think the creationistic, physically-oriented, free-flowing structure of space suits his nature well. He's more concerned with the journey rather than getting to the perfect end results, as shown by the examples we have of his machines. One of his inventions automatically draws the lines on a soccer field but it had no stopping mechanism and escaped from the school grounds- it was quite a success to him though! He dreams of creating an incredibly fast bike that he can't even ride and he enjoys every step of the process even though it's taking him a while. He has created an intimidating physical persona for himself by dying his hair and wearing contacts to give him a punk look, but others comment that it doesn't quite match his jumpy, anxious personality. This is on-par for pages, who often feel the need for a mask, because he is now served space by strangers due to his appearance.

Koizumi Mahiru- Seer of Space

-passively guides and understands space. I struggled with her a bit as we really don't know much about her. She's kind of plain compared to the other outlandish personalities and she says she doesn't open up to Hajime as much as she would with a girl. Space is about creation, physicality, location, and enjoying the moment. Her interest in photography satisfied all of those especially with how she views it; she captures pictures of people smiling to create a record of the current moment. She's very level headed and is good at seeing the whole ~picture~ (hehe). She's not a very active person but she's quick to give her opinion and advice if she thinks someone is on the wrong track.

Tsumiki Mikan- Bard of Rage

-passively destroys through negativity and limitations. Rage was easy for her; she's surrounded in negativity and it tends to annoy (and occasionally enrage) those around her. It provides a unique contrast with Nagito, as she subverts the usual motive for killing (hope of getting off the island) and kills only for despair. It is, of course, expected for a bard to flip their lid, but she also acts as a bard before remembering her prior life. She does destroy some of the limitations through the first two trials by providing autopsies when the Monokuma files didn't cut it, and she very clearly represses her own rage at her abusers nearly 24/7. I think it's also worth mentioning that on a fictional level, rage and hope both are often associated with a sort of hand-wavey deus ex machina bullshit which I'd say applies to her ability to retrieve the memories of her past life due to the despair disease, even though it didn't work that way for anyone else.

Nidai Nekomaru- Heir of Mind

-passively changes actions and logic. The English translation of his ability is "team manager", but when he explains his skill, he doesn't focus on teams, he focuses on the athlete themself, so "coach" or "trainer" would be more apt I think. And a trainer is focused on changing your actions, getting you to perform better and better. Despite his loud and boisterous personality, he tends to be pretty level headed. He's able to clearly ascertain what each individual athlete needs to improve and create an orderly regiment for them. It took me a while to decide on heir, but it fits better than any other class I feel, as he does inherit the title from Daisuke, a team manager he shared time in the hospital with who later died, and his personality is similar to the other heirs we know in Homestuck.

Ultimate Imposter- Maid of Void

-actively creates nothingness and secrets. I was originally gonna go with heart because of identity issues, but after reading their wiki because I didn't want to rewatch the anime, most of their issues stem from feeling like they don't exist, feeling like nothing, which is spot on for void. Not to mention they need to keep their secret while impersonating someone, and they have to basically create secrets whenever people ask them personal information about whoever they're portraying at the time. They are made of nothingness, with no name, no background, and they create more of it when providing falsities to their classmates. Even without the pun of "made" and "maid", they're a very kind and helpful person no matter who they're posing as.

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Eliade’s Fan Fiction Prompts cont. 2/2

Pain (with or without pleasure/endorphins)

Pampering (spoiling someone rotten with gifts or money; physical pampering such as massage and grooming; giving someone a novel or unexpected degree of emotional or sexual care; catering to someone's every whim, e.g., someone who is in the hospital; harems as settings for pampering)

Paraphilias not listed elsewhere

Patience (e.g., showing patience toward a character who is brain-damaged or who is struggling bitterly with being recently crippled; or to a character prone to irrational fear or outbursts; patience with children; see also Gentleness)

Penance or reform (bad boy turns good; evil seeks to change; performing acts of atonement or restitution; self-mortification; martyrdom; selflessness; apologies or apology sex)

Physical imperfections (scars or burns; acne pits; heaviness; outsized features such as ears or nose; jolie-laide/ugly-beautiful characters)

Physical responses (face or ears burning; little hairs lifting on the scalp or neck; gut tightening; pulse quickening or missing a beat; lashes fluttering or lids growing heavy; mouth coming open; dick or pussy throbbing)

Pillow biting

Playing hard to get

Ponies (human ponies)

Pornography (magazines and videos; character was previously a porn star or fluffer)

Possession (by alien entity, spirits, or another person)

Possessiveness or jealousy

Power issues (inequities in beauty, rank, or class; power games; BDSM; power reversals; sheikhs, sultans, princes, and other royal figures; teacher/student pairings; magical powers; abuse of power; blackmail; romantic slavery; liege/lord pairings; issues of respect; sexual scenarios such as a dominant character giving his partner to others to use, or a character kneeling beneath a desk and blowing someone who's on the phone)

Power issues, sociopolitical (colonialism; alien invasion or rule; institutionalized slavery; totalitarian states and rebellion; powerful secret societies, e.g., the Illuminati or Watcher-style organizations)

Powers of attraction (characters such as sirens and Veelas; vampiric thrall; pheromones; magnetic and charismatic characters in general)

Predator/prey pairings

Preferential treatment (e.g., making a point of showing respect towards someone when no one else does; showing a soft side only to them)

Pretending to be gay (cops or spies going undercover; a charade to deflect unwanted attention from a stranger; a ruse to avoid ritual marriage to aliens)

Primitivism (dropping technologically advanced characters into exotic/primitive settings; medieval societies either magical or non-magical; nomadic and desert cultures; warrior cultures; jungle tribes; the noble savage; Androcles/lion pairings; the social intimacies of tribes/camps; bacchanals; culture clash/shock; unusual practices/rituals, e.g., feats of skill and strength or marriage as treaty; schizo-tech cultures, as when a seemingly feudal pre-industrial society has high-tech elements; see also Roughnecks; Animal themes and fetishization; Animalistic behaviors or characteristics; Exoticism)

Prison scenarios (prison rape and/or protection; cruel guards; punishment; hard labor; deprivation; prisoners of war; camps and barracks; false imprisonment)

Prizes (characters who are eroticized as prizes or spoils of war)

Prostate pleasure

Prostitutes (call-girls and hookers; rent boys and hustlers; escorts; paying one's way through school with sideline hooking; juvenile past on the streets)

Protectiveness (physically or verbally defending someone; caretaking in general; big guy/little guy pairings; bodyguard scenarios; mysterious benefactors or protectors)

Public displays of affection, PDAs

Pushy bottom

Rape (single assailant; gang rape; partner rape)

Rape recovery

Religion (sin; faith and lack of faith; priests, monks, nuns, etc; shamans; biblical characters; angels and demons; gods and goddesses; saints; monastic or convent culture)

Rescue (danger and rescue in general, e.g., abductions)

Restraint (pinning someone down; pushing someone's arm up behind their back during sex; covering or clasping someone's hands to prevent movement)

Restraints (handcuffs, leather ties, chains, etc)

Restraints, full-body (stocks; suspension harnesses; fisting slings; rape racks)

Reversal of role or fortune (loss of love, power, rank, etc; hunter becomes prey, master becomes slave; a strong character is made weak; role-reversal games; Flowers for Algernon scenario)

Rimming or tongue-fucking

Rogues (outlaws, highwaymen, mercenaries, pirates, gangsters, hitmen, etc; black sheep and royal bastards; Han Solo characters; tricksters; see also Violent and dark natures and Rough behavior)

Romance (see Love and passion; Courting; Seduction)

Ropework (intricate/artistic erotic bondage)

Roughnecks (cowboys; Tarzan figures; relatedly rough characteristics and behavior, such as scruffiness, rudeness, crude language, uncouth habits, etc; see also Lady and the Tramp pairings; Primitivism; Rogues)

Rough sex (quick and dirty sex; hate or grudge sex; angry sex; fighting/wrestling; jackhammer fucking; sex with no or little lube)

Sadism or sadomasochism

Sandwich sexual position or chain fuck (threesome)

Scars or scarification

Scent as an erotic element

Schmoop

School themes and fetishization (boarding schools; dojos; scholarly gowns and uniforms; sailor fuku; prep school chic; teacher/student pairings; donnish or professorial characters; prefects/head boys; caning; schoolboy hijinks or sexual discovery; military academies; tutoring and teaching in general; see also Conditioning)

Secret admirers

Secret identity (superheroes, slayers, immortals, mutants, etc; disguised gender; spies)

Secrets, other (dark or criminal past; double lives; previous marriage and/or children; unspoken feelings)

Seduction (one-on-one; two-on-one; verbal or physical; intense erotic courtship or teasing; see also Courting)

Sensory overload or enhancement

Sex change (gender swap; forced feminization; see also Gender themes)

Sex in public or semi-public places

Sex in vehicles (cars, taxis, limos; planes or space shuttles; motorcycles; carnival rides)

Sex is interrupted

Sex on, against, or under furniture

Sex on horseback

Sex outdoors/outside (in a field; in a rainstorm; with snow falling; on the beach; in a graveyard; in an alley)

Sex slaves or mates (concubines, catamites, etc)

Sex standing up (including against a wall)

Sex with aliens (xenophilia)

Sex with clothes still on or partly on

Sexual appetite or excess (hypersexuality, i.e., high sex drive; sex addiction or compulsive behavior; short/no refractory period; multiple orgasms; multiple partners; indiscriminate sex or sluttishness)

Sexual discovery (of one's orientation; of new kinds of pleasure; of one's partner)

Sexual experience or expertise (high number of partners; wide variety of sexual experience; demonstrating experience by taking the lead in sex or teaching one's partner)

Sexual frustration (orgasm denial or being unable to come; blue balls; enforced abstinence; self-denial; inability of two people to touch)

Sexual hang-ups

Sexual movements (back arching; hips lifting; thrusting back; writhing, jerking, bucking; clenching; grinding or rocking; trembling or shivering; hooking legs around shoulders; pressing someone's legs back toward the bed; riding someone's fingers)

Sharing (sharing a beer bottle, joint, or bucket of popcorn; loaning someone clothes; a character letting someone stay in their home; sharing confidences; sharing a woman)

Shower sex

Shyness (embarrassment; blushing or stammering; body shyness or dysmorphic disorder; cultural modesty)

Silence (slave silence; silence as an erotic element in sex; trying to be silent during semi-public sex; going nonverbal or speechless with arousal; traumatic mutism; selective mutism; sign language; gestures used to convey feelings rather than words; see also Clams)

Simultaneous orgasm

Situational engineering (the conscious or unconscious manufacture of events that give an emotional or sexual pay-off which can't be otherwise achieved; in particular, perilous situations; for example, character A puts himself in danger in order to receive fussy attention from character B; pay-off can be simply seeing someone, or hurt/comfort touching, intimacy, adrenaline sex, etc)

Situational homosexuality

Sixty-nine (69)

Size queens

Slavery (see Master and slave)

Sleep and bedding themes (sharing a bed by necessity, such as in a hotel with only one room left; sharing a sleeping bag for warmth; sex while drowsy or sleeping; sex as a sleep aid; autonomic arousal from proximity; morning wake-up sex, falling asleep against someone's shoulder; watching someone sleep; dreams; nightmares; dream lovers, e.g., succubi; exotic or romantic beds, e.g., canopied; furs as bedding; silk sheets)

Slow and/or prolonged sex

Smarm (intense friendship with physical closeness but no actual sex)

Smiles or laughing

Snark

Society (social mores and morality; laws; institutional regulations such as Don't Ask Don't Tell; elaborate rituals or ceremonies; social events such as feasts and parties; decorum; formal or deferential modes of address; see also Witnesses)

Spanking (over the knee or lap, etc)

Special powers and skills (superhero powers; magical powers; telekinesis; shapeshifting; hyperdeveloped senses; combat expertise; sharpshooting; eidetic memory; computer hacking skills; thief skills; temporary gifts of power from drugs, alien devices, etc, repercussions of which could include delusions of godhood, dangerous physical or mental overload, and so on)

Spooning

Sports themes and fetishization (sports rivalries; uniforms and jock-straps; wrestling and sweaty exertion in general; locker-room or shower scenes; team gang-bangs; swimmer/surfer body types; pool and billiards games)

Straight or straight-acting partner(s)

Straight-guy sexual scenarios (comparing dick size; lending a helping hand; circle jerks; watching het porn together, with or without masturbation; practicing dancing, kissing, or romantic conversation in preparation for one character having a date with a woman)

Striking with implements (whips, belts, riding crops, canes, paddles, etc)

Striptease

Submission (obedience; submissive behaviors such as boot kissing, crawling, keeping one's eyes lowered, or kneeling for master; believing in cultural dictates of submissive behavior; abasement in general)

Surprises

Swallowing (come)

Swords and sword-play

Talking and communication issues (dirty talk or verbal seduction; sweet talking; reciting poetry; talking someone to orgasm; talking during sex; pillow talk; phone sex; speech becoming broken as one is aroused or upset; being inarticulate or articulate; aphasia; talking fast; miscommunication and misunderstandings in general; lack of a shared language; see also Silence; Clams; Voice fetishization)

Taste as an erotic element

Tattoos (decorative, symbolic, or slave; barcodes)

Teasing or tickling

Techno (technophilic themes; artificial humans; character is copied or downloaded into mechanical host body; other ghost in the machine scenarios; androids and cyborgs as sexual partners; wetwear enhancements; cyberpunk aesthetic; VR or Matrix scenarios; see also Otherness)

Telepathy (see also Bonds and mental abilities; Special powers and skills)

Temperamental personalities (driven or obsessed; hot-tempered or testy; moody; misanthropic or bitter; abrasive)

Tentacle sex

Threesomes (M/F/M, M/M/M, etc)

Top/bottom pairings (also seme/uke)

Topping

Topping from the bottom

Touching (stroking and caressing; cuddling or nuzzling; huddling for warmth; hugging; holding hands in public; touching as UST; brief brushes of contact either deliberate or accidental; PDAs; thighs brushing under a table; comic physical entanglements; someone gripping a wounded character's hand)

Toughness (machismo or hyper-masculinity; physical stamina; a hard surface covering an inner softie; resolve; survival skills; teeth-gritting acts such as pulling an arrow out of one's own thigh, etc; see also Rough behavior; Bad boys, etc)

Toys and devices (sex toys of all kinds; feathers, ice cubes, hot wax, etc)

Tragic flaws

Trapped or stranded together (on another world; on a desert island; in a cave-in; in a cabin during a snowstorm; in an elevator)

Triangles (love triangles)

Triangulation of desire (two men express their desire for each other through a female intermediary; sexual rivalry for a woman is actually homoerotic interest)

Trust and vows (promises are kept or broken; loyalty or betrayal; absolute trust or doubt; fidelity or infidelity; blindfolds or bondage as trust symbols; commitment or fear of commitment; acts of devotion; marriage vows; unconditional love; blood brothers and oaths; showing trust/faith in someone's abilities)

Underage partner or chan (adolescent)

Underdogs

Undressing (undressing in front of someone for the first time; one character undressing another; fumbling clumsily to get undressed; stripteases)

Urgency for sex (begging to suck cock; desperate to fuck; greedy bottom)

UST (unresolved sexual tension)

Vaginal/female genital fetishization (wet, tight; virginal; aching/stiff clit; wide lips; multi-orgasmic)

Vaginal penetration (e.g., deep dicking)

Vaginal penetration with foreign objects

Vampires

Violence (see Conflict; Death)

Violent feelings (hatred; murderous rage; need for revenge)

Violent and dark natures (sadists; assassins and murderers; sociopaths who make twisted, scary displays of affection, conflating love and violence; criminals and villains in general; characters who are ruthless, merciless, casually vengeful; soulless demons or vampires; monsters in general)

Virgins or inexperienced partners

Voice fetishization (cracking or broken; husky, low, throaty; purring; accents; whispering close to someone's ear)

Voyeurism and vision themes (character A secretly watches B and C have sex; character A is forced to watch B and C have sex; character A watches character B perform/masturbate; viewing one's beloved in general; taking pictures or video; eye contact, especially as flirting; establishing authority with a look; closing eyes as a trust gesture; character A feeling that character B truly sees him, when no one else does; the quality of light, e.g., characters lit by moonlight or candlelight, or gilded by the setting sun; being in the dark; temporary or permanent blindness; gazes as objectification)

Vulnerability

Warriors (see Heroes; Amazons and strong women; Toughness; Primitivism; Rogues; Military fetishization)

Washing (washing one's partner, body or hair; bubble baths; shower scenes; slave service in bath; cleaning/cleansing someone who's been raped, degraded, or who is injured)

Weapon fetishization (gun fu; trademark weaponry: Lara Croft's dual pistols, Duncan's katana; exotic weapons: war fans, whips; embedded: Wolverine's claws; magical/symbolic: Sting, Excalibur, Narsil; sentient or empathic; hiding a multitude of weapons on one's body; concealment in general: derringer in garter, boot knife; see other individual listings; Military fetishization)

Well-fucked (being fucked out; fuck-dazed; sated and sleepy; wrecked; softened and debauched)

Western scenarios and fetishization (cowboy gear; campfire and trail scenes; horses; gunslingers, lawmen, card sharps, etc; train robberies and bank hold-ups; posses; saloon brawls)

Wet dreams or erotic dreams

Wish-fulfillment

Wings (wingfic)

Witnesses (families, friends, or others watch the development of a relationship; play matchmaker or serve as confidants; think the characters are involved when they're really not; constitute the public eye; disapprove, gossip, give advice; are the audience for a coming out drama; are witnesses to such things as flirting, public arousal, public sex)

Woke up gay

Worry (one character worrying anxiously about another; going crazy with worry)

Writing (love letters or notes; secret admirers; e-mail and chat; wills; poetry; storytelling; tracing words or figures on skin, or writing, as with an inkbrush)