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baheuldey ยท 2 months ago
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WrackWagen III, 2024, acrylique sur toile, 35 x 49,5 cm
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synchodai ยท 4 months ago
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I get this impression that House of the Dragon doesn't get that "named" heirs aren't really the norm in Westeros. If it were that easy for someone to just give everything to their favorite child, Randall Tarly wouldn't have needed to force Sam to go to the Wall and Tywin could have simply chosen Cersei over Tyrion as heir of Casterly Rock.
If we look at the history Westeros borrows from, the concept of "naming" heirs wasn't really a thing in medieval England. Landed gentry didn't have direct say over the order of succession until the Statute of Wills in 1540. Before then, land and subsequent titles could only be inherited through agnatic primogeniture.
Agnatic primogeniture prioritized the living, eldest, trueborn son. Claims can only be passed on patrilineally. This means that a grandaughter can inherit a claim of her grandfather's titles through her father, but a grandson cannot be given the same through his mother. However, if his mother finally does have land and titles under her own name (not under her father's), only then does her son and other children enter the line of succession.
The reason it was like this was because it kept land and titles under one family. Daughters are less preferred because when they are married, they become part of their husband's family โ€” meaning that any titles they receive will be inherited through a new line. This wouldn't be an ideal situation because it gives two families claims to the titles. The more claimants there are, the more unstable the hold the owner has.
In other words, agnatic primogeniture was practiced for stability. Because back in the day, titles weren't just property or land. They came with governorship over a people, so a stable and predictable transfer of titles was necessary to avoid civil conflicts and questions of legitimacy.
A landed lord or lady wasn't given the right to designate heirs for a few reasons:
Most of them were vassals who oversaw the land in the name of someone higher up. It technically isn't even theirs to give away (see: feudal land tenure).
The wishes of a human being are less predictable than having a determined line of succession based on birth order. What if he becomes incapable of declaring an heir either through illness or disability? What if he's captured and a bad actor forces him to name this person heir under threat of violence?
People died unexpectedly all time. This was before germ theory and modern medicine โ€” child mortality was extremely high. With no refrigeration technology, a single poor harvest could mean dying from starvation. Bandits, cutthroats, and raiders were a constant threat. They could not afford to rely on a person choosing a different heir every time the old heir drops dead, because the landed lord/lady could die just as suddenly.
Even 21st century families stab each other in the back over who gets grandma's house โ€” so imagine having an uncertain line of succession in the middle ages over a life-defining lordship and without a modern-day court system to mediate.
Going back to HotD, whenever Targaryens did go against the established line of succession, they could only have done it by consolidating the support of their vassals. Only royalty seemed to have the power to bend agnatic primogeniture, but even then they were beholden to it.
When Jaehaerys I ascended the throne over Aerea, it was mainly because there were those who saw Maegor the Cruel's act of disinheriting Jaehaerys as null and void. This restored Jaehaerys place in the line of succession above Aerea.
And when Rhaenys was passed over for Baelon, Jaehaerys had to convene his lords and offer compelling reasons as to why โ€” her young age, her lack of an heir, her Velaryon last name, etc. It wasn't a given that just because she was a woman that she was ineligible. If he was doing it purely out of misogyny, he still had to legally justify his misogyny in order to strip away her rights.
Even after consolidating support, the book mentions Jaehaerys I and Viserys I's respective hold on the crown was still weakened. Even though their claims were backed by reasons cosigned by a powerful majority, they still had to ensure the security of their rule through other means. There were people who doubted their right to rule, and those people had to be placated with gifts (by Viserys) or intimidated into submission (by Jaehaerys).
So we come to Viserys I who never gave his vassals a reason why Rhaenyra should supercede his three sons other than, "I said so." Had he convened with his lords and maybe made the argument that a first marriage takes precendence over a second one, then maybe he could have set a new precedent and gathered support.
But no, he didn't. He relied on the power of his own words and the lords' personal oaths โ€” oaths that he didn't exactly plan how he would enforce posthumously.
And the Realm did not choose to adopt a different succession law after Jaehaerys's designation of Baelon in 92 AC or the Council of Harrenhal choosing Viserys on 101 AC. If those two events did change anything, it was that now women were exempt from the line of succession for the crown and only the crown. It did not set the precedence that monarchs could freely choose heirs. It did not upend the whole system; it only made a tweak, as most lawful policy-changes do, by carving out at an exception. It was a committee, not a revolution.
Before and after the Dance, no other monarch, lord, or lady "declared" an heir that went against agnatic primogeniture, save for Dornish who have cognatic (equal-gender) primogeniture instead. Ramsay had to get rid of Roose Bolton's living trueborn son AND be legitimized by the crown in order to be recognized as heir (only a crowned monarch can legitimize baseborn children which is another world-building pillar a lot of people miss). Randall basically had to force Sam to abdicate because he wanted his younger brother to inherit instead. And of course, Tywin despite his intense hatred of Tyrion is forced to acknowledge him as his heir.
The rigidity of the line of succession is a major and constant source of conflict in the series, so it baffles me that people really thought that characters could just freely choose their heirs. That's why we have a civil war. It wasn't a misunderstanding. It's the expected consequences of someone carelessly going against a foundational tenent of the society they inhabit.
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girlbeyondthegrave ยท 2 months ago
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I Watched Beetlejuice Beetlejuice a Third Time: More Things I Noticed
Hereโ€™s my previous list for those that havenโ€™t read it. Enjoy!
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A lot of people on this post I made thought that the dog in the MacArthur Park sequence was Taco from the Ghosthouse segment where Beetlejuice appears in the audience. I am sad to report this is not the case. Taco is a chihuahua, and the dog that appears is more of a terrier. However, some people on Reddit wonder if the dog is the one that ran out in front of the Maitlandsโ€™ car and killed them. I havenโ€™t rewatched the first movie yet to check.
When Beetlejuice stitches Lydiaโ€™s mouth shut, sheโ€™s more exasperated than afraid. She literally tries to yell, โ€œCOME ON!โ€
Beetlejuice looks so offended on Lydiaโ€™s behalf when Rory calls her codependent. Like, โ€œIs he serious right now? Get him, babe!โ€
Beetlejuice appearing before Delia can finish summoning him furthers the eavesdropping theory I made in my earlier post, and if we go off that theory, we can explain by Beetlejuice wasnโ€™t that bothered by being summoned away at the wedding. Heโ€™s overheard Lydiaโ€™s desire to take her relationships slow and her reluctance to marriage. (Which is most definitely because of him and the fact that the last living person she loved tragically diedโ€”even if their relationship was over before that point.)
In the film, Beetlejuice is the ONLY person that agrees to help Delia find Charles, which we see her do at the end of the movie. This means that Beetlejuice kept his word and helped Delia, and he didnโ€™t keep her away from Charles after the wedding fell through.
โ€œMacArthur Parkโ€ plays when the studio intros roll, during the wedding sequence, and the end creditsโ€”three times when we have three different iterations of Beetlejuice and Lydiaโ€™s dynamic, fun fact. This is meant to be their song, and although the song is about a doomed relationship, this part sticks out to me: โ€œAfter all the loves of my life / Youโ€™ll still be the one.โ€ It doesnโ€™t matter if Beetlejuice gets the timing right. It doesnโ€™t matter if Lydia marries him. He considers her โ€œthe one.โ€ Heโ€™s always going to wait for her, as conveyed by โ€œRight Here Waiting.โ€
Astrid opens pages about violation 699 and summoning sandworms via trapdoors. I understand that was meant to โ€œforeshadowโ€ later events and explain why she knew how to do those things, but the terms for 699 are barely on-screen, so itโ€™s hard to catch the part where it lays out how bringing Lydia illegally into the afterlife makes her contract null and void.
When Delores appears at the church, thereโ€™s a huge gust of wind, and the Handbook moves, but NOTHING ELSE MOVES with that precision until Delores moves Lydia away from the altar. This is kind of a stretch, but I personally think itโ€™s possible that Beetlejuice saw Delores, and he purposefully sent the book in Astridโ€™s direction. If we go off my eavesdropping theory, he clearly knows Astrid is a smart girl. Plus, he stopped her from getting to the book earlier, so he knows itโ€™s a threat.
When Beetlejuice has a dramatic entrance or exit, itโ€™s very intentional. He does a whole dramatic coupleโ€™s therapy bit for Lydia and Rory. He does the earthquake through the model with a slow rise from the smoke. But weโ€™ve also seen him appear in straightforward ways, too, like how he appears randomly to spook Delia. Beetlejuice controls his entrances and exits, and so his dramatic exit at the end is intentional. He allows Lydia to send him away. He makes a big show of it. Lydia has been manipulated by Rory for years. Heโ€™s tried to control her and stifle her. When Beetlejuice lets Lydia send him away and makes a big show of it, heโ€™s demonstrating the amount of control heโ€™s giving to Lydia. He goes because SHE wants him to, not because he canโ€™t stop her from saying his name.
(Editing to say that this post confirms the dog is Timโ€™s dog.)
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brailsthesmolgurl ยท 8 months ago
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RETRIBUTION
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SEQUEL TO DAMNNATION. kindly read the prequel to get a better idea on the story's direction. I know I promised an alternate ending, where angst is not involved, but I want to prolong this pain for you masochists :> Enjoy this long, hefty, and incredibly hurtful read. But, it is okay my lovelies, I shall have a good-comforting parallel-universe ending written for you guys this week. SOOO pls do keep up with my profile :)
The legend goes on, with the God of the Sea failing to protect his beloved. His fate was decided for him by his people, but now, he shall take fate upon his own hands and remake his own endings. But, does fate falter? Even to a God?
Warnings: Angst Angst Angst Angst, Spoiler to Rafayel's Lore and I put in some of my own zesty twists to the lore, Deaths and Bloods and some okay maybe not some descriptive gore.
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Rafayel walked across the sandy paths of Lemuria, in his human form, with his beloved laid peacefully in his arms. Rafayel did not even bothered to shift back into his merman form as he wanted to dedicate the mundane's death to his people. Or rather, to show how much he loves her, by being a shadow of her, a human, walking amongst Lemuria. A promise he had always given her.
"You promise to show me Lemuria someday right?" He remembered the way her face would light up when he tells her stories of Lemuria. From how Lemurians had sourced for various kinds of sea stones from different parts of the ocean to build their homes to how Lemurians were created, to what do their daily routines consists of and many other kinds of stories that a man could ever dream of hearing from an actual Lemurian.
There was not a moment that y/n was ever bored of it. Instead, whenever he visits, it naturally became a conversation starter. Y'n would ask him of the most random things. "So do Lemurians possess any gardrobes?" Rafayel nearly spat his tea out, snapping his head towards her when she mentioned about toilets as they were having snacks in the middle of the night within her chambers. "Or perhaps they just do their business wherever they are allowed to---" Before she could even finished, Rafayel would have his hand on her lips, to silence her before she continue ruining his appetite for the rest of the night.
The swipe of his fingers on her pale lips reminded him of those days. She is no longer smiling now, eyes and mouth closed, her skin looked ghoulish under the water, skin reflecting light whenever the lightning above struck the surface of the sea. Rafayel's face is a sheet of calm demeanour, but the soul that lays beneath the hunk of this man is a roaring sea, just like how he summoned for the storm before he stepped foot into the vast ocean.
Fishes and various kinds of sea creatures that used to swim along the pathways are not seen nor found within miles of Rafayel's sight. None of them were brave enough to be within his presence as they knew the aura that Rafayel had emitted. It is no doubt that sea creatures are much smarter than Lemurians. Every step he took made the sea creatures scattered further away, burying deeper into their hideouts, scared for their lives.
Rafayel stood in front of his kingdom, eyes pinned against the marble white towers that he calls home. Cheers and laughters could be heard from the banquet hall, where the Lemurians were probably herded, awaiting for his return for a grand celebration towards the revival of Lemuria. But Rafayel was far from a celebratory mood. "We have arrived, my love." His voice monotonous, no hints of happiness nor giddiness, nor sadness, nor disappointment. Just numbness. A man with feelings bears empathy and sympathy, but, a man without feelings bears emptiness, null and void of all emotions.
He continued his course, holding onto y/n tighter in his arms. He had the initial thought of wanting her body to rest within his chambers before he commits bloodshed. But, having an audience might not be a bad idea. Instead, Rafayel wanted this. He knew that she could not be able to tell nor see, nor to be there to stop him, but he wanted her soul to watch him commit this, to execute damnation upon his kind. All he wanted, was to show her how much he loves her, to the point he is willing to do this, to be a mad man.
The heavy doors leading to the banquet hall slowly opened with a chant of a spell. Rafayel's eyes staring straight ahead, his once two-toned irises had now dissolved to be a dark maroon colour. His guess was right, all of the Lemurians were gathered within this hall, laughters and conversations filled the environment. But, almost abruptly, the laughters and conversations seized, and Rafayel could care less about the whispers that started to take place within the silence.
It did not took long before some of the Lemurians sensed something was off and they started swimming towards the heavy doors. Rafayel chanted something under his breath and the doors slammed right in front of their faces. The ones who tried to escape were shocked, but none of them made their move to question why the God of the Sea had a dead girl with a gaping orifice on her chest within his arms and why did he chose to present himself in a miniature form of a mere mortal. Practically the size of an ant compared to the average 2m Lemurians surrounding him.
"Your highness!" Arvia was initially cheerful, emerging from the crowd before he spotted the girl the God was holding onto. He stopped in his tracks, wanting to turn back before he felt a strong force pulling him towards Rafayel. Arvia faced Rafayel, eyes bulging when the invisible force coiled around his neck. "Your highness.... please!" The young merman coughed, the crowd watching in horror.
"You were the messenger weren't you?" Rafayel asked, eyes looking past the young merman, not even sparing him any last bits of attention.
"I was only...executing...what...was being....told..." The merman replied, his breath getting more restricted by every passing second. "I did...not...know...of...the ceremony. Please...I just want to save---"
"Your highness, no!" A mermaid appeared from the crowd, with blonde hair curling like tendrils on land, hazel eyes staring at the young merman before darting over to Rafayel's figure. She happened to be Arvia's mother. "He did what he have to...To save us all." Her sentence made Rafayel's right eye twitched slightly, fueling the God's wrath even more. "Then," Rafayel turned his head and angled it upwards to stare at her right into her eyes. His dark eyes could quite literally burn a hole through her soul as she finds herself talking back to a God. Not just any God at this moment, for he has taken his stance as a vengeful God. "Should it be justified? That I am only doing this to save my beloved?" Before the mother could even say anything, Rafayel only exhaled his breath and Arvia's head immediately got cut off clean by the invisible force. The head's eyes blinked a couple of times, floating upwards towards the surface, while its body sank onto the sea floor, twitching as it goes down. Blood seeping out into the ocean waters, creating symbols guided by the waves.
Lemurians within the banquet hall went into immediate panic, screaming and screeching, wanting to leave the banquet to save themselves. Rafayel looked up, watching as the Lemurians tried to flee. Like a bunch of fishes trapped within a fisherman's net, pushing against one another and fighting for whatever that is left for their puny lives. His voice was hushed, but clear enough to be heard within the hall. "Don't worry my people, you shall only feel the hurt that I had felt." And all of the screams halted.
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Amund dragged himself across the sea floor, a trail of blood painted by his very own body fluids. The man was in agonizing pain, nearly to the point of passing out. Just a while ago, he was getting all cozy within his own chambers before he heard loud screams that travelled through the sea rifts. But it did not took long before it stopped so he took no mind to it, figuring it was just another norm for those celebratory parties. Not segregating the mischievious ones from the docile ones, that is just an invitation for a mishap to happen at a party.
He heard a swoosh coming from the side of his house and his door slammed open to reveal the God of the Sea, in his mundane form, covered in splatters of blood from head to toe. Amund's jaw dropped when the screams finally registered into his head. The screams may just be caused by this man standing right in front of him. The very girl Amund had tortured set securely within Rafayel's arms. Rafayel's unusual calm demeanour is not part and parcel of his personality, which further solidified Amund's questions to himself.
"Your high---" Amund was literally smashed through the walls of his house and the merman landed roughly onto the sand pile behind his house. Rafayel walked through the hole, eyes still hollow and face expressionless. "Pleas---" Another slam through another wall. And this repeated for a couple of times, until Amund was laying on the sandy pathway in the village, blood pooling out of his mouth. He tried to escape, pushing himself up and trying his best to get his tail to wag so he could generate enough momentum to give him a boost off of the ocean floor.
"It was a fairly easy instruction." Rafayel spoke, finally. Maroon eyes boring into Amund's skull. "And yet, you failed." Rafayel knelt down, showing Amund the girl he was holding onto the whole time. "You had deeply failed me, Amund. And you had failed Lemuria." Rafayel stood back up on his feet, licking his lips and looking back towards the towers that he had walked out from. "For what you had done to her, death would only be the easy way out for you." Rafayel's eyes turned a darker shade and Amund let out a blood curdled scream, begging for his highness' mercy.
It has been a while, with Amund crawling on the sea floor. Dirt and rubble trapped under the old man's nails. Some of his nails however, were ripped off due to him being tossed around---his failure to hold onto anything to slow down the impact, caused some of his nails to be ripped right off of his fingertips during the impact---with Rafayel's invisible force whenever he tried to plead for the God's mercy.
Rafayel had managed to pluck out the merman's scale, piece by piece. Lemurians scale are used to make lethal weapons not only on land, but also in the waters. Yet, they are the hardest to harvest as pulling off ONE scale would equate to a human ripping off their whole scalp in one go. So, one could only imagine the pain Amund is going through currently. Amund could barely crawl, eyes swollen from the sand that had entered his tear duct and hoarse voices turned into silenced croaks.
If Rafayel was not holding onto his beloved, he would have easily been the one to pluck out Amund's scales one by one. Rafayel's blinding rage had deluded his mind, as he watched the merman who is the reason behind his lover's death. "She was going to be my mate, my lifetime mate, for this upcoming season, do you know that?" Rafayel scoffed, tears stinging at the back of his eyes.
"But you had to just test my patience, and my capabilities as the God of the Sea. Hence, what you had experienced today, shall never equate to the pain you made me go through. For you had taken my fate, my people's fate upon your own hands." He gave Amund a good kick and the guy groaned in agony, facing down as he regurgitated blood. "What I did today, was nothing but a mere taste of what I am capable of. AS A GOD." His last sentence carried a strong surge of disgust, his bloodlust psyche temporarily separated his status between Amund, an ordinary merman and himself, which is made to be a God.
"I curse...curse her." He managed to choke out and Rafayel's eyes widened, immediately leaping forward to grab the merman's head to face him. The merman croaked out his very last laugh, taunting Rafayel's actions and the last sentence of his was spoken in Lemurian, a rendition of a chant to curse y/n to be reincarnated into a sea witch.
Rafayel's blink of an eye sparked his evol, and he stood there, watching the eternal flames that was casted on Amund burn the merman from what was left of him into a pile of dust, waiting to be consumed by the planktons that lives within the sea water's ecosystem. Tears unknowingly flowed down his cheek and trickled onto his lover's face. The show is over and so is his wish to see her to be a mundane again in her next life. Rafayel held her corpse closely and tightly to his body, soft sobs finally leaving his lips as he faltered to the sea floor.
...
Hundreds of years has passed. And hundreds of years, Rafayel had travelled the seas to search for her. To at least sense any signs of her presence. Ever since the massacre, Rafayel was tied down by his own guilt, for not only failing to protect his lover, but also being the sole reason for the extinction of Lemurians. How uncanny, a legend that tells the tale of a God seeking vengeance upon his own kind just because they had killed his one and only lover. That tale would surely be pure nonsensical or would and could possibly generate pure hatred from anyone who hears it.
Rafayel could care less, like how he heard the screams of his people in their very last moments, the sound of blood and tears splattered across the once white and pristine walls that they were confined within. The sound of Amund begging not to be killed---with his throat slowly giving up on him---the last curse that he uttered and the last sounds that had bubbled from him when he was lit up with Rafayel's evol.
A hint of humming caught his ears and the man stopped his movements, ears twitching in directions to catch onto the tune. A tune only he has ever whistled. With a gesture, dolphins came surrounding the God in circles, by command. "Find out the source for me, yeah?" Rafayel asked and the circling dolphins chirped in return before they dispersed into all directions.
Rafayel's heart skipped a beat, out of nervousness? He had no idea, he still has not gotten used to the idea of his heart being whole again. Because his heart has only been whole only when he was with her. He does not need a whole heart, he only needs her to fill in for the whole of his heart. And for that moment, he shall forever await.
One of the dolphins returned, whistling back to catch the God's attention. Rafayel looked up, and without hesitation, grab ahold onto the dolphin's fin and he was led towards the source of the humming. The dolphins brought him through the kelp grounds, where his people would usually come by to forage for food when they migrate to the northern side for warmer waters during the changing in seasons.
The dolphin led him to the side of the cliff, where it plunges down to the deepest part of the ocean. Creatures beneath those waters are indespicable, and no Lemurians had ever dived that deep. And that includes the God of Sea himself. The humming came again, this time further confirming that the source of the sound came from down below. Rafayel turned around to look for the dolphin, but the poor creature had left him all alone the moment it dropped him off here.
With a deep breath and a puff of his chest, the purple haired God swam deep into the dark waters below. All of his senses heightened to the max as he himself would not expect what he might encounter. Legends were told that there lives a sea serpent so huge that it could engulf the whole world if it awakes. And that was the only legend that still kept Rafayel on edge till now.
His fear dissipated almost instantly when he spotted a faint light in the far distance within the dark. You see, Lemurians although are half-fish and half-man, they do not possess infrared vision that allows them to see in the depths. Within the depths, Rafayel's flames do not work as well as this is the place where Gods are not exactly welcomed. He sped up his swimming when he noticed the light bounces further down into the dark. Pause. Then the light comes back up, but this time, at a very high speed.
Noticing a huge shadow, Rafayel turned and immediately started charging full speed towards the cliff again. But due to the darkness of the waters around him, the God found himself entrapped in the darkness, bumping and hitting himself against the cliffside. The bone-crushing, chomping sounds that came from behind him made him not-one-bit curious to see what was actually chasing him. Right when he was about to be gnawed by a creature, he heard a voice calling out in a language he had not heard of and he blacked out.
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"I think he is waking up." A voice whispered next to Rafayel. "His eyes are fluttering."
"Is it? Oh yeah, he does look like he is awakening." Another voice intruded, deeper, but not enough to be known as a man's voice.
Rafayel slowly opened his eyes, before he was met with two snailfishes. One with a red while another is tinted with a blue hue. His eyes darted in between the two fishes as he was trying to comprehend if they were the ones talking earlier.
"Good morning." The red one spoke and Rafayel gasped, moving away from the fish. His pupils blown out as he was shocked. He has seen fishes all of his life, but he had never encountered talking fishes. EVER. But making spells to make fishes talk is definitely a skill only a sea witch possesses. This gave Rafayel a thought, maybe she felt lonely down here so she made herself some friends.
"You scared him Red." The blue one spoke this time, and it swam closer towards Rafayel, using its spiny fins to mimic how a mundane would usually talk. Gestures, as what was taught to the snailfishes, is a common courtesy of good body language to humans. But given the snailfishes had never been in contact with any humans, they took the closest resemblance to what their highness looked like. Rafayel looked just like a human to them.
With parted hair and two eyes, a nose and a lip. He is obviously a human to their knowledge. "We are not going to hurt you." The blue fish gestured it's small fins in circles, speaking slowly for each word, afraid that the man before it would not understand them. "Our master ask us to care for you as she went out to gather some food."
"Who is your master?" Rafayel asked as he sat up, kindly hoping that it was the girl he had awaited for many years. "Where is she?" His excitement made him winced, his head still hurts, a side effect of a sea witch's spell.
The feel of the water temperature shifting made the two snailfishes swam off to one of the tunnels. Rafayel took this time to observe his surroundings. Contrast to the dark waters he was in just now, he is currently in a cave like structure, with huge seaweeds and some pebbles laid out beneath him and a sea lantern hung up at every corner of the cave to provide some decent lighting. For a moment, he did not believe that he is in a sea witch's abode.
The walls had paints on them, some forming artworks of the seas above, and some were writings written in what Rafayel assumed to be sea witch's language. Rafayel stopped at one of the drawings, it was a rough sketch of Lemuria. Seeing the sketch, his breath hitched in his throat. The past memories of his massacre surfacing again but he forced it down. Not willing to show weakness in such a foreign territory. Below the sketch, there were symbols that Rafayel could not read. But he decided not to further crack his head.
The fishes returned and Rafayel's heart dropped to the bottom of his tail when he was met with her. The girl who he had always been waiting, the girl he had committed massacre for, the girl that had made him suffer with loneliness for the past hundred years. Y/n is now in front of him, but other than human legs, it was swapped with a black and singular long tail, resembling one a Moray eel has. Her once brunette curls took on a much darker shade, the same as the waters below here. The curse happened after all, for she had became the sea witch of the depths.
"You are awake." Y/n spoke and oh how he missed her voice. The voice that produces the best laughters and asked the most silly questions. Yet, with this version of her, her voice held none of those characteristics he remembered. It was deadpanned, the lack of emotions nearly made Rafayel winced. With his lack of a response, the sea witch looked towards both of her friends. "Does he happen to be a mute?"
"He spoke to us just now, but more like engaged us in a question or two." The blue snailfish chirped, swimming back to the side of Rafayel. The same fin that used to make gestures came to give a pat onto Rafayel's cheek and the merman turned to look at the fish in question. Seeing Rafayel's reaction, the fish hurriedly swam back to its master. "He is a human as you described right? Right, master?"
"Not quite, Blue." Ironic, Rafayel thought. It is very ironic of her to name things exactly based on the way they looked. It has always been a habit of hers. She placed the seashells she had harvested neatly onto the floor and she swam over to have a closer look at Rafayel. "I think, his origins are of a mermaid." Her eyes are now a different shade of colour, black irises match the shade of her pupils. Another staple for a sea witch. "I apologise for the black out you had to experience earlier on. I had to cease the Angler Fish from rising towards the surface as I did not want it to disturb the ecosystem as of above."
"Do you know of my name?" Rafayel asked, a glimmer of hope shined in his eyes as he really wished for her to remember at least a slither of memory of him. For he had been her one and only lover in her past life. But with the way she raised an eyebrow and tilted her head, his hope got extinguished like a fire that could not be ignited.
"What do you seek for, Lemurian?" Y/n swam back towards the pile of sea shells she had collected and she grabbed one of the bottles from above her shelf. Examining the shells one by one before placing them into the bottle, only the ones that has spots on them would be chosen while the other would be tossed aside and the two snailfishes seem to be having a feast with the leftovers.
The turn of her head got her to look him right into his eyes. The warm glow emitting from the sea lantern casting a soft glow on her face. Just like the time when he held her in his arms, on top of the rock. He tore his eyes away from her, his cheeks burning from how affected he was from her gaze. But he answered her. "I came here for a potion. A potion to cure me from my wandering heart." ...
It took y/n 100 days, a cycle between 50 days and 50 nights to produce the potion that Rafayel had requested for. Shortly after the interaction, Rafayel had returned back to the shallow seas, as he could not bear to watch the love of his life not knowing him for who he is and who he was to her.
His last words to her before he departed to the shallows was, "Once the potion has been completed, I shall meet you at the sea stacks by dawn. The one far north." He said, index finger pointing towards the said direction. His eyes does not meet hers before he left. That was how heartbroken he was. His heart wearing him down day by day as he waited for the potion to be crafted.
During the 100 days of wait, he kept going back and forth between the waters and land to keep himself occupied. But the land served him better as the mourning of the princess had ended long ago. When the princess went missing, the King sent out every single one of his troops to search for the lost princess.
Rafayel purposely placed her back onto the sea stacks so she could be found easily. Knowing the God, he would have kept her by his side even if she were to be nothing but a bag of bones, but he knew, her people would want to know of her whereabouts. Even if it would only bring them to her corpse. He could not give himself anymore liberty to take her away from her people, like how he had singlehandedly perished the people of his kingdom. He did not turned his head back at all once he had left her there, swimming away in full speed so that he would not be discovered and caught, and to save himself from crying anymore.
The beloved princess' death was mourned by all. Every citizen within the Kingdom's grounds were in tears, regardless if its a man or a woman, an adult or a child. That was how loved she was. Her people mourned for her for nearly five decades, and that was how long Rafayel refused to surface and to walk on land. Every time he closed in to the shores of her kingdom, the sounds of the cries of her people would strike his ears. He became so used to it that he would visit the same place every day, by dusk, just to silently cry and mourn with the people of her kingdom.
He would not even go anywhere near his kingdom either. For it was filled with the bones of his people. The people that he used to cherish, that he would always go back to. But now, all he returns to, is a dead and eerie silence. The bloody stains of his people had now hardened, taken over by sea crustaceans as Lemurian blood offers a lot of benefits to the sea creatures. If any Lemurians lived past that day, Rafayal would definitely earn the title of 'The God Who Went Deranged'.
The day has finally came, where they shall rejoice by the sea stacks. Rafayel was already waiting there since dusk, body floating above the waters, facing up towards the bright skies painted in pastel yellows and reds. Blobs of clouds that seemed so edible Rafayel wished he could fly instead of swim. A bunch of bubbles surfaced next to him and he slightly turned his head, watching as she emerged from the waters, holding two vials in her hand. Her face expressionless and cold as the first time he had met her in this life.
"Here." She handed him one of the vials and he took it, repositioning himself from having to float, to facing her directly. "Are you sure this is what you desire?" Her question caught his attention, his mixture of lilac-lapis orbs stared into her obsidian ones. "Because your memories will be perished forever, do you know that?"
Rafayel looked at the vial, the contents of the fluid is watery, and takes on a sheen of coral-like pink. "My mind is set." His eyes caught her again. "This is what I had desired when I met you that day." His words although does not hold any meaning to the sea witch, but it held meanings that one could never fathom, within the God of Sea's memories.
"This is usually done between two, one to forget while the other to contain the forgotten memories." She explained, holding up the vial to her eye level as she continued. "And since you do not have anyone you want to consume this with, I shall be the one to contain your forgotten memories."
As expected, Rafayel knew she was going to say this. He had never once mentioned anything about the Lemurians being extinct. Neither did she asked. Always putting people ahead of herself, her nature still seeped through from her past life that it has easily become one of her core personalities even till now. Rafayel silently sighed in his own mind when he looked at this woman in front of him. The lover that he had sworn his life to, became the lover that was seemingly a stranger to him.
"We shall consume this together, and with a chant of a spell, hence the void of the memory shall take upon its place." Rafayel pulled the cap open, mirroring her actions and they drank the mixture together. Rafayel winced at how bitter the content tasted but y/n seemed unaffected, as sea witches are not equipped with a sense of taste as most of their potions tasted wicked as their personalities had always been portrayed to be. "Well enough to start?"
"Hu-Ayr-Tey Ta-Fa-Fu-Lei." Rafayel chanted and he watched as y/n's eyes widened. Finally, a reaction from her. Not in the way he had hoped for a reaction of course. You see, Rafayel, being God of the Sea, although had never travelled through the deep waters and had never knew of the Sea Witches' language, but the spells equipped by the sea witches were born out of a God's nature. Should there be benevolence, there shall be malevolence. Just like how Rafayel's massacre is a proof of a God's malevolent nature taking place physically, a sea witch's spells are born out of a God's mentally twisted nature.
"What have you done?!" She held onto her neck, feeling herself struggling to breathe as her neck is closing up on her. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" She raised her voice, looking at him with anger that starts to paint her face a shade of red. "How do you know of this spell?!" She was in disbelief, eyes shooting daggers into the merman in front of her. Rafayel showed no amusement though, his eyes although were entirely focused on her, his heart crushed.
Fate in general, creates thousands and millions of possibilities towards one's ending. For a God, fate should easily be nothing but a just another miniscule issue within their palms. But for Rafayel, the moment he fell for a mundane, was the moment he signed a blackmail for himself. He has to gamble with fate now, just like with any other mere mortal. The only advantage he got is that he could look into the near future to help him better plan out his upcoming course of actions.
This happening now, marks one of his course of actions. The fate he had chosen was to kill y/n with his own hands, so she could be reincarnated to be a human in her next life. Then, he could take place as a man, on the land, seeking for her love and attention, just like how a mere mortal would. Yes. Rafayel, the God of the Sea, would risk his status of being a God just to be a human, just to be with her. "This is the only way." He spoke to her, as he watched her slowly lose her memories to swim, her tail, now a pair of legs, flailing clumsily in an effort to save herself.
The spell that he had uttered, does not only make her forget her own identity, but it makes her forget everything, wiping everything off of her memory and giving her a clean slate. A reincarnated soul would always remember bits of their past lives, that is how deja-vu and realistic dreams come about. But this spell would wipe her memory of her past life as well. As bad as it sounds, Rafayel sees this as the only viable way for him to live his next life, having to protect her. All the other courses of action, would only lead to more bloodshed and he grew tired of it.
The tears came flowing again, watching his beloved struggle to breathe as she started to choke onto the seawater that is rapidly entering her lungs. Rafayel could only watch, he could not interfere as it would ruin the course of her next life. Heart wrenching, gut punching, every other word of torturous feeling would describe him perfectly at this moment.
Y/n reached out her hand to him, desperately looking at him and clawing for him, seeking for his help to drag her out and onto solid land. But his refusal seemingly made her accepted her fate. Her pupils then slowly stopped moving, her body slowly stopped thrashing and twitching as she continued descended deeper into the waters. A scene that reminded him deeply of Arvia during his last moments.
Once the bubbles had stopped surfacing out of her agape lips, Rafayel swam down as fast as he could, and he held her cold body in his arms again, closely studying her very last moments. Her eyes were opened, in a state of shock and acceptance, lips blue like the shade of his lapis-coloured eyes, tail had now taken form into two legs, her body stiff and hollow like how she was when he first found her in the past 100 years. The curse was finally broken, but it also broke Rafayel. With shaky breaths, he uttered. "In your next life, I promise you. I promise. You shall only ever hear of my name as to be Rafayel. I shall no longer...be the God of the Sea."
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Parallel Universe Ending is Out: Salvation
I love doubling the damage sometimes, this one-shot had became somewhat of a small series. I enjoyed using a bit of my gore movie visual experiences within this piece of writing. Thank you for the ones who wished for a sequel. I hope this makes you bawl your eyes out.
But do not worry, I am already starting on a not-so-angsty ending that takes place in a parallel universe. I don't think this series would continue on as I think it is best to leave it to you lovelies' vast imagination.
As usual, any requests you want me to write? I can write it for ya :)
Have a good day and pls cry for me lovelies :)
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bet-on-me-13 ยท 10 months ago
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Jazz joins the Suicide Squad to save Danny
So! Danny got caught by the GIW. And it was Public too.
Jazz can see absolutely no way to save Danny. The GIW Base is heavily fortified, she has no help aside from Tucker and Sam, and public opinion is against Ghosts, so nobody would want to help her protest his Capture. Maybe a few teenagers from the high school, but absolutely none of the adults would help.
So she does the one thing she can. She contacts Amanda Waller.
Waller had previously approached her Parents about buying some of their tech off them, for her "Specializes Task Force" to use in case they ever came up against a Ghost.
From the short interaction Jazz had with Waller, she knew one thing.
That Woman would do ANYTHING, to protect the Government she worked for.
All Jazz needed to do, was offer her something that outweighed the value of capturing Danny. Information. The Infinite Realms, the True Biology of Ghosts, the Psychology of Ghosts, the Power Structure of the Realms, and so much more. Waller needed to know everything she could about the Realms to feel secure, to feel like her Country was safe. She needed Information.
And Jazz had that in spades.
As the daughter of the Leaders on Ectology, and a friend to multiple Saptient Ghosts, including the Kings and Queens of various Realms, she was uniquely qualified to provide all this information.
And Waller was impressed. But she still felt like she needed a little more, and seeing as Jazz was a highly trained Martial Artist due to her Mom, and had been taught enough about mechanical engineering by her Dad to constitute a Major in in, she saw potential.
She saw a Pawn. Perfect for placement on Task Force X. Her Suicide Squad had been missing an extra member recently, and Jazz was the perfect fit.
So they made a Deal.
Danny Fenton, also known as The Phantom, would he released from Government Detainment, alongside any other Sentient/Sapient Ghost in their possession. They would he protected from further Detainment until further Notice, and the Town of Amity Park would be left alone by the GIW Indefinitely.
In return, Jazzmine Fenton would be hired on as Amanda Wallers On-Call Consultant for anything related to Ghosts and the Realms. Additionally, she would be employed as a Part Time Member of Task Force X, answering the call of Duty whenever is is directed as her, No Questions Asked. (Or the deal would be null and void)
But she would Endure it. Because she and Waller had one thing in common.
She would do Anything, to protect her little brother.
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generic-sonic-fan ยท 21 days ago
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Prompt: Rouge donated to a charity. Shadow and Omega discover the fact. Much reaction and investigation into whether Rouge has been replaced when they werenโ€™t looking
(I'm fully aware that you probably meant this prompt as crack/a joke but you submitted a prompt to me, team dark angst mcgee. I'm not sure what you expected lmao. Some minor trigger warnings for implied abuse and of course Shadow's ever-present mental health issues.)
Gas Light
Shadow held a receipt in his hand. The top was torn off, but the bottom showed not an insignificant amount of money. That was not the most troubling part.
"Thank you for your donation!"
The sentence splayed across the bottom of the thin paper made him feel uneasy. He couldn't figure out why. A donation, likely to a charity of some kind. It was so, perfectly. . . like himself to do such a thing.
But he hadn't donated anything recently. He had no memory of this receipt. The logical part of his mind told him that this clearly meant one of the other two had donated something instead, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he was missing something.
He sat there for long enough that by the time Omega returned to the apartment, all the light had gone from the windows. He didn't realize he was sitting in the dark until Omega turned on the light.
"WHAT IS THAT?" Omega's optics telescoped outwards slightly, his usual gesture for trying to get a look at something that was far away.
That answered one question at least. Shadow waved him over. "Not sure."
Omega extended his claws, and Shadow handed the receipt over. Holding it closer to his optics, it only took a few milliseconds for him to scan it.
"SHADOW. THIS IS AN ABNORMALLY HIGH SUM." Omega paused. "IS TODAY A DATE THAT IS PARTICULAR TO YOUR PAST?"
"No." Shadow hissed.
"THEN ELABORATE."
"It's not mine," he said, before adding quietly, "I think."
"THEN IT IS-" Omega stopped himself.
"Exactly."
"SCANNING FOR INTRUSIONS." Omega dropped the receipt and began inspecting the seal around the living room window.
"No one else has been here."
"YOU DID NOT GO ON YOUR PLANNED MOTORCYCLE RIDE?"
"No. I stayed here."
Omega rotated his head around to look at him for a few seconds, before resuming his inspection.
Shadow joined him. "Are you able to scan for footprints?"
"AFFIRMATIVE."
"How about old Chaos energy?"
"YOU SAID THE RECEIPT WAS NOT YOURS."
"Just check."
"SCANNING. . ." Omega stood up straight and his head rotated like a swivel. "NEGATIVE READINGS. ALTHOUGH CHAOS ENERGY DISSIPATES RAPIDLY FROM THE VICINITY AFTER IT IS USED."
His heart beat faster. "Maybe I brought it back with me through a chaos control one time."
"CHAOS CONTROL IS DIRECTED VIA WILLPOWER. IT IS NOT EXERTED ON RANDOM OBJECTS AROUND YOU. VERIFY?"
"Yes, but-"
"THEN THAT HYPOTHESIS IS NULL."
"What if it was stuck to my shoe?"
"THE SOLES OF YOUR SHOES ARE NON-CONDUCTIVE."
"There has to be a reason this is here!" Shadow snapped. "Come up with something!"
"DO NOT TELL ME WHAT TO DO!" Omega shouted back.
Before Shadow could reply, someone fiddled with the door lock. Shadow brought his fists in front of his chest. Omega drew his weapons.
Rouge stepped in, looked at the two of them, and gave them a very puzzled look.
"Rouge, has anyone been following you?" Shadow asked.
"No?" She cocked her head.
"NOT THAT SHE KNOWS OF."
"I'm telling you, I don't think anyone has broken in!"
"Woah woah woah," Rouge walked between them, "explain what's going on."
Shadow picked up the receipt from the ground and showed it to her. "We can't determine where this came from."
"Oh, that?" Rouge grabbed it from his hand and crumpled it into a little ball.
Shadow caught her wrist.
"Geez!" Rouge snatched her wrist back. "It's just some trash!"
"You never have receipts for any purpose," Shadow pointed at her. Then he pointed at Omega, "and you would never donate anything."
"AFFIRMATIVE."
"That leaves. . ." Shadow paused. "Me. It leaves me, but I don't remember donating anything."
Shadow. Relax." Rouge made a calming gesture. "You're working yourself up over nothing. It's mine."
"Someone's extorting you?"
"Huh?"
"You should have told us if someone was blackmailing you."
"IDENTIFY THE PERPRETRATOR SO THAT I MAY DESTROY HIM!" Omega pounded his fists together.
"Guys! Nobody's blackmailing me. I'm a little insulted you two thought I wouldn't be able to take care of something like that myself." She crossed her arms.
"Then who are you and what have you done with Rouge?"
"CHARITABLE BEHAVIOR IS UNBECOMING OF ROUGE THE BAT!" Omega drew his weapons again.
"BOYS!" Rouge yelled. "Relax! You got me! I'll tell you what this was all about!"
"PROVE IT."
She sighed and flew off down the hall. Shadow and Omega crowded around the door to her bedroom to find her rummaging through the trashcan beside her desk. She flicked a chewed piece of gum off her glove before pulling out another receipt-looking paper. She opened her other hand and began uncrumpling the one she'd taken from Shadow.
When she returned, she held two halves in her hands.
The top read 'H.A.V.E.N.'
"There," Rouge said. "Believe me now?"
"I don't understand." Shadow replied.
"It's undoubtedly due to your influence," she pushed him aside and walked towards the living room, "so go ahead and gloat."
"THE ACRONYM DOES NOT MATCH ANY IN MY DATABASE."
Shadow and Omega followed her back to the living room as she sat down on the couch. She grabbed the remote, turned on the television, and found her favorite channel.
"Which charity was it?" Shadow repeated Omega's question.
She huffed. "It's the one Topaz is running a little dime fundraiser for at her desk. Leave me alone."
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Agent Topaz wasn't at her desk the next day.
"MATCH FOUND." Omega reached forward and grabbed a cardboard box off her desk.
The box was black, decorated on all sides with a purple ribbon. On the top was a slot to insert coins. On the front, bold purple text spelled "H.A.V.E.N." Written below were the words "Healthy Alternatives to Violent Environments."
"CONDUCTING INTERNET SEARCH. . ." Omega hummed. "RESULT: THIS ORGANIZATION IS A SHELTER FOR VICTIMS OF DOMESTIC ABUSE."
There was a silence held in those last two words, palpable in the air the moment they left Omega's voicebox. For the first time Shadow wondered if this was what it was like for everyone else when he mentioned anything to do with the raid on the ARK.
Shadow looked at Omega. Omega looked at him.
"Let's not ask her about this again." Shadow eventually said.
"I CONCUR." Omega placed the box down exactly where he'd found it.
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dairy-farmer ยท 5 months ago
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Dom/sub au where everyone has some sort of designation and itโ€™s part of life.
Tim doesnโ€™t know heโ€™s a sub. His parents were never around to help him figure it out, heโ€™s two grades ahead so he doesnโ€™t really interact with his peers, and he doesnโ€™t really have friends his age. He (mostly) listens to Batman in the field, but thatโ€™s because heโ€™s his boss.
(He doesnโ€™t realize that the way he takes care of the Waynes is from his sub instincts. Without exposure or directions from adult figures or peers to properly express it, itโ€™s subtle enough that nobody even really notices)
Heโ€™s never been put down even in platonic or familial ways. Heโ€™s always so lonely he just thinks that achy wrong feeling is either that or anxiety. He has no idea itโ€™s his body and mind needing to submit. Heโ€™s never gone down and never felt the need to dominate so he assumes heโ€™s a null.
But then at Titans Tower that changes.
Red Hood fights him. Kind of. Itโ€™s clear pretty quickly that Tim is outsized and outclassed, but Hood just keeps toying with him. Hood maneuvers him around the room, tells him to keep his staff up, puts him in holds and tells him to get out of them.
Itโ€™s more than sparring but less than all out fighting. Hoodโ€™s certainly not kind but heโ€™s not nearly as cruel as he could be. Tim is confused and a little scared, but Hood is big and confident and firm and Tim follows along without even realizing it. It never occurs to him that it wouldnโ€™t even be that difficult to put a stop to it.
Tim is on his feet when Hood reveals heโ€™s the actual real life Jason Todd. The actual real life Jason Todd that Tim has admired and loved and built up a friendship with in his head.
And Tim looses his defiance and his fear, because itโ€™s the actual real life Jason Todd standing there and really, Jason couldโ€™ve hurt him a lot more but instead toyed with Tim and put him through his paces and his presence takes up the whole room and
Tim drops.
He drops to his knees and straight into subspace for the first time, and Jason, who is very firmly on the dominant end of the scale looks at this cute little sub who dropped to his knees just from seeing Jasonโ€™s face.
His mouth is parted and heโ€™s swaying towards Jason, just waiting for direction. The sudden total submission is heady and intoxicating.
And heโ€™s been stalking this kid so he knows heโ€™s not getting put down on the regular like he should be, and if nobody else is then he gladly will.
jason todd will see robin drop into subspace and be like 'is anyone else going to take this sub' and not wait for an answer โค๏ธ.
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old-school-butch ยท 7 months ago
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Hello again <3
I sent you an anon that you replied to on April 1st, which was me asking how ex-TIFs are received back into womanhood. Your reply gave me a little foothold which ended up very comforting as I started coming out rapid-fire to all my friends as detrans. this is primarily a message for other people in my situation, who are afraid and might want a template of what you might expect will happen once you do come out with it.
Predictably, most of my friends dropped me; I've 3 friends left. Two of which continue to support trans people but can accept that i have different opinions (as long as i'm "not mean") and one of which has seen the gender critical arguments, accepted them, and agrees. So, heavy losses, but not total losses. My two siblings seemed to sigh in relief and reveal that they never believed in genderism at all, which is odd, because in my 10 years of being trans not one of them challenged me on it. my mom fell into heavy guilt over "letting me" do all this, although i was 18 when i took testo and 19 when i got surgery, so she really could not have stopped me, legally. i suppose she mainly grieves knowing that had she had the right arguments she could have saved her kid this, but i've told her she is not to blame and i hope she recognizes that.
i haven't received any real harassment, not from anyone that i PERSONALLY know, though my family has received... harassment targeted at me? my sister had a classmate begin sending her copious pro-trans propaganda (contrapoints videos) which she instructed should be sent onward to me (sis did not comply). hilarious how my 10 years of direct experience is suddenly null and void and i'm assumed to know nothing about transness.... 6 months ago i was helping people sensitivity-write trans characters. now, i'm told i can't speak for the trans experience at all, and that i do not know what it's like to be a transmasc person. told that i need to listen to the arguments more carefully, that i don't LISTEN, when i literally lived this for 10 whole years. girl, on god? they tell me i don't get it and need to educate myself. and have empathy of course.
but in general, detransing, i've discovered that there are PLENTY of people who do not actually believe in genderism but who will play along simply out of fear or social pressure. my friends aside, who i knew through "queer" circles, everyone in my family (expect my mom) has revealed they never actually believed in it. i think this might contribute to why trans people bully dissenters so badly. they know this is the truth, that no one really buys it. i think, subconsciously, i have known that too. i never downloaded grindr, i never went into the men's bathrooms. i knew that despite testo and surgery and pronouns i could never challenge men as an equal in their eyes.
interestingly, making new friends is not that hard. I lead with the fact i'm detrans and "don't believe in all that shit" and people are VERY eager to be able to, suddenly, voice their real opinions without being called transphobic. they begin with probing questions, uncontroversial statements like "i agree they shouldn't put males in women's sports..." but if you continue to agree and not punish this daring on their part, they will reveal, with much relief and enthusiasm, what they really think. most people, normal people, really do not believe it all? i'm a brash person and can take irl confrontations quite well, hence i feel safe putting myself up as a transphobe off the bat. and people are very into this. so. the old ass saying, just be yourself.... normal people will not volunteer anti-genderist opinions on their own but when i continue to state thing after thing they open up and agree and eventually feel safe enough to admit their own thoughts. making friends, especially with non-gendie women, hasn't been that hard.
i'm going to write another message about same-sex attraction in the genderverse, but it's also a can of worms so i will make it separate from this one. again, thank you so much, for having anon on and listening, and letting us listen to each other without fear. i would hug you. to be continued
Thanks for the follow up!
My only comment is that I think most people play along out of kindness, it's not all bullying and fear, but that does impose a silence on everyone so everyone feels quite alone with their doubts.
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satans-codpiece ยท 6 months ago
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Ramattra Lore Collection
All screenshots collected Aug 2023 - Nov 2023
[this post brought to you in May 2024 by me forgetting i had stuff in drafts]
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Ramattra is 28, built March 29th (Overwatch official website)
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-Ramattra was "created early in the Omnic Crisis." -Commander class of omnic, with innate battle knowledge -Ramattra was "seeking direction" -Ramattra was at Shambali for years before recruiting Zenyatta (Overwatch official website)
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-Ramattra recruited Zenyatta at an omnic rights protest (Overwatch official website)
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-At the time of Uprising, Null Sector had followers -Uprising was denounced by the omnics of London -Null Sector went underground after Uprising (Overwatch official website)
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-Ramattra struggled with the concept of sentience as a gift -Ramattra recruited Zenyatta. I believe the "Mondatta" in 2nd paragraph is a typo as developers commentary & concept art show Ramattra recruiting Zenyatta. (General Invasion entry, unlocked after Gothenburg)
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-Genji believes Ramattra possesses "no self-preservation and suicidal recklessness" (Resistance - Genji)
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-Genji and Ramattra have never met, but Zenyatta spoke of him often -Zenyatta believes Ramattra left "with doubt clouding his soul" (Liberation - Genji)
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-Before leaving Shambali, Ramattra was almost killed by humans in Nepal -R-7000s are largely in hiding or dead (Ramattra: Reflections)
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-R-7000s were "never made by human hands" -R-7000 parts are only available through other R-7000s' destruction (Ramattra: Reflections)
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-Ramattra directly blames Mondatta's teachings for not improving the world faster (Ramattra: Reflections)
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-Ramattra and Zenyatta were at the monastery together for 3 years (Ramattra: Reflections)
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-Ramattra wants to hurt humans who hurt omnics (Ramattra: Reflections)
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-Ramattra curses! (Ramattra: Reflections)
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-Even when acting "gently" Ramattra can hurt humans -Ramattra feels guilt and anger about this (Ramattra: Reflections)
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-Ramattra was well known as an omnic liberator (Ramattra: Reflections)
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-Before Uprising, Ramattra believed omnics needed to stop waiting on a savior and save themselves. (Ramattra: Reflections)
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-Ramattra chose his own name to honor Aurora, but also associates it with his mistakes (Ramattra: Reflections)
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-Ramattra showed Nameless, Zera, and Lanet his omnium 2 years before Uprising -Ramattra's omnium is "buried by thick slabs of ice and stone", goes "through a shaft of ice", and is largely underground -Ramattra's design aesthetics are similar to Anubis's, "built by machines for machines" -Ramattra was designed and built at this omnium
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-Ramattra notes the power of united omnics even against their will -but Ramattra also wishes to inspire omnics to find unity
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-Zenyatta wanted to fight, but Ramattra talked him out of it -Ramattra "nearly got Zenyatta killed."
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-Ramattra rejects letting omnics fight in Uprising because they are not expendable
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-Mondatta denounces Null Sector
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-Ramattra says Mondatta is a traitor to the omnic people
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-Ramattra can slip into rages given the right provocation (confronting slavers + dishonoring Lanet's death)
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-Ramattra will make omnics join him
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corvodumpy ยท 5 months ago
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explain blaseball to me like I donโ€™t know what baseball is
In the most simple explanation possible (simple does not mean short), it was a baseball simulator where the fans could bet on the teams with fake currency. The teams were all original teams and the players were randomly generated from their names, stats, position, down to their preference in coffee and pregame rituals. Fans would pick a favorite team and use the money they gained to buy raffle tickets, which were submitted into an online election system.
The election page contain simple things like "improve one of your players batting stats", "trade a player with the season winning team", or massive rule changing things like "The Top 4 Teams of the Regular Season must run an extra base next season" or "Every Season, a random team from each Subleague will become the 5th Playoff team. A best of 3 Wild Card series will happen on Fridays."
Fans would often work together to pool their raffle votes on what they wanted. The winners were pulled at random but the more votes you submitted the better your chances. The game took harsh turns into cosmic horror very quickly. The first season allowed fans to vote to "open a forbiden book" which resulted in the book cursing the game as a whole, causing solar eclipse weather which caused the umpires to occasionally turn into mindless killers who would randomly incinerate players mid-game. These deaths were permanent and the player was immediately replaced with no fanfare.
Fans often got very attached to their teams players, drawing art of what they look like or writing up stories about them, so their deaths often really meant something to a lot of people. Fans would often find ways to manipulate the simulation to do weird things, or try to push their team in interesting directions to reach some goal. The game devs often noticed what the fans were doing and would play into their games to cause many funny "monkeys paw" results.
One of the most famous involved a player named Jaylen Hotdogfingers. She was killed when the forbidden book was opened because she was the best pitcher in the league and it wanted to punish us. There was an option in an election one season to "steal the 14th most popular player onto your team" and fans quickly noticed you were still allowed to claim dead players were your favorite. Jaylen was listed as playing for the "Null" team because she was obviously dead, but it still counted as a real team. Fans succeeded in trading with this "null" team and jaylen was brought back to life. Fans refer to this as Necromancy.
When she started playing, she returned to pitching, but she started causing "Hit-By-Pitch"s, which was not a standard part of the simulation at this point. Players hit were marked as "Unstable". Eventually, an unstable player was incinerated, and that instability spread to another player activly in that game, and text read out "[PLAYER] was incinerated, A Debt was Collected."
So jaylen was spreading some "mark for death" on players on purpose to repay whatever God controlled this game for bringing her back from the dead. This lead to a domino effect of death until this debt was repaid that many fans call "Ruby Tuesday."
Overall the game had a few main plots, one involving us challenging/killing one of the gods of this game, the other fighting against the "boss" turning the game into a profit hungry hellscape. The fanart was insanely good, the unique stories every fan had about their team and players were always fun, and a lot of good was done for many different charities. Many fans would get together and make music, resulting in a band and record lable.
All fan communication was done through an official discord or team specific sidecords, so live games had live fans watching in real time. It really was a "you had to be there" thing, a real cultural event. Fans have done everything they can to preserve it. Nothing will ever match the energy of the live discovery of events in a live chat, but the messages are all still in there, and there's a website to replay the old games exactly as they were. And the blaseball wiki is a blast to scroll through even if you never watched it because all the player and team pages are filled with the stories fans made up.
Anyways Goobie Ballson did nothing wrong
*coughs up blood and dies*
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Hot for Teacher(s) 11
Part 10
The smell of a pup was usually a fresh, neutral scent on their own until they officially presented and it ripened with the unique scent of adolescence. It was why scenting oneโ€™s child was important. A way to mark them as your own for the whole world to know. And it was typical of parents to do this before seeing their child off somewhere, particularly school.
Shawn never really noticed before now how sometimes his classmates would smell just a little different, depending on who scented them. He wasnโ€™t the only one with one parent but Daniel got to see his mom on weekends, and Elodie still talked to her dad. Shawn was the only one with a single parent with no contact with his other. And he wasnโ€™t complaining. But now that he noticed, he wondered if other people noticed his single note of a scent.
No one had ever made him feel bad about it but maybe they were just being nice about his situationโ€ฆ
Eddie greeted his students in the morning, usually with a high five or a fist bump. โ€œWarm upโ€™s on your desks, make sure you have a sharpened pencil.โ€
Elodie got to her desk before unpacking and looked at the worksheet. โ€œDo we get to color?โ€
โ€œWhat do the directions say?โ€, Eddie asked, encouraging her to read.
โ€œโ€˜Colorโ€ฆyour faโ€ฆvorite foodโ€™. Yay!โ€
Eddie told her good job before seeing to the other students and making sure unpacking by the cubbies went without any drama. It all seemed to be going well, so he turned his back. Of course, that was when he heard shoving and the beginnings of a wailing cry.
Shawn was at his desk while Mr. Munson tried to soothe Yasmin. She bumped her head against his leg like she was much younger than six, a move that would normally get an adult to scent her and assure her she wasnโ€™t in trouble. Mr. Munson just gave her a pat on the head and reminded her that the cubbies had names and she couldnโ€™t just put her things wherever she wanted, but also Daniel shouldnโ€™t toss otherโ€™s belongings onto the floor.
Mr. Munson was really nice like that, giving head pats, and high fives, but he never scented any of the students. That would be weird. But would he scent Shawn? Where did they stand, now that he was dating his dad?
After school, Steve came and he rubbed Shawnโ€™s cheeks. โ€œYouโ€™re like my cute mochi thing. What do they call it? The white thing?โ€
โ€œCinnamoroll?โ€, Eddie and Shawn said in unison.
โ€œNo, the other thing. The rabbit.โ€
โ€œThatโ€™s Cinnamoroll, Dad. Now please release my cheeksโ€, Shawn said.
That just made Steve squish them together more. โ€œNo, thereโ€™s something else. And Iโ€™m pretty sure thatโ€™s supposed to be a dog anyway.โ€ He let Shawnโ€™s face go and looked up at Eddie. โ€œWe still on for tonight?โ€
โ€œWouldnโ€™t miss it for the worldโ€, Eddie promised.
Shawn waited until they were in the car before asking. โ€œWhatโ€™s tonight?โ€
Steve smiled. โ€œHeโ€™s coming over for dinner.โ€
โ€œWhatโ€™re we having?โ€, Shawn asked, trying to look nonchalant as he played with his seatbelt.
โ€œI was thinking cockroach legs and frogโ€™s eyesโ€, Steve said, snickering at the look of disgust that he caught in the mirror. โ€œWell what would you serve then?โ€
โ€œMake your own tacos. I saw you taking out ground beef earlier.โ€
โ€œYou know what, that could workโ€, Steve agreed. Nevermind that Shawn also wouldโ€™ve seen the different vegetables on the counter, as well as various sauces which could only be used for tacos. Christopher Nolan, eat your heart out.
Eddie would be spending the evening with them as it was decided that he should do so without it being a date. He and Steve knew they worked well together, now it was time to add Shawn to the mix. He would only be his teacher for a few more months after all. And then in a few years, he would probably be Steveโ€™s. So keeping them apart for that reason was about to be null and void.
Steve had Shawn finish his homework at the table while he started cooking. Eddie arrived about half an hour later, knocking at the door. Steve sent Shawn to get it only because he was washing his hands from touching raw meat and he recognized the roar of Eddieโ€™s van by now.ย 
โ€œWell, if it isnโ€™t the man of the houseโ€, Eddie smiled when Shawn opened the door.
โ€œAre you here to sell cookies?โ€, Shawn teased.
โ€œHmm, no cookies, only pieโ€, he said, bringing one from behind his back.
Shawn shrugged. โ€œThatโ€™ll work.โ€
He let Eddie in and they joined his dad in the kitchen. Eddie greeted Steve with a kiss, who smiled when he saw the dessert Eddie brought.ย 
โ€œYou didnโ€™t have to.โ€
โ€œI didnโ€™t. Safeway did.โ€
Dinner was a fun affair. Probably the only low point for Shawn was when the two of them randomly broke out into a song that he didnโ€™t know and even danced along to it. Did they not see how embarrassing they were? The tacos were good though. Shawn liked to put a ton of cheese on his.ย 
โ€œHey, you got something thereโ€, Eddie said in the middle of eating.
โ€œWhere?โ€, Steve asked, trying to look at his own face.
Eddie put a swipe of sour cream on his nose. โ€œThere.โ€
Shawn laughed enough to shake his own taco (#3) and make half the ingredients spill out onto his plate. After eating, Shawn helped by bringing the dirty dishes to the sink and helping Steve wrap up the leftovers while Eddie got to washing. Shawn got to take his slice of pie to the living room so long as he ate at the coffee table, leaving the two adults alone.
They were shoulder to shoulder as they washed and dried. At one point, Steve put his head on Eddieโ€™s shoulder and they paused for a moment, soaking it all in. It was only one night but this one night boded well for their future. Once the dishes were done, they joined Shawn, who had taken up the middle of the couch. Without a word, they sat on either side of him. Shawn had it on a kidsโ€™ sitcom, but honestly it didnโ€™t matter what they were watching.ย 
Steve and Eddieโ€™s arms were across the back of the couch so that they could touch, leaving Eddieโ€™s side open for Shawn to lean into. Shawn let out a yawn, full and tired. Then he bumped his forehead against Eddieโ€™s chest. His eyes bugged out, looking at Steve for a sign, approval, something. He didnโ€™t want to spook Shawn by using his voice though. Steveโ€™s eyes were glistening a little as he nodded.ย 
Slowly, Eddie brought his arm down and rubbed his wrist against Shawnโ€™s hair and cheeks. Steve could just barely hear the coo of contentment. When they were sure he was asleep, Eddie gathered Shawn in his arms and carried him to his room, Steve leading the way.ย 
โ€œWait for me in my roomโ€, Steve whispered so that he could give Shawn a bit of privacy while dressing him down in his pjs.
Eddie waited faithfully, sitting on the edge of the bed when Steve finally came in. They spent the night sharing slow kisses, building each other up while using just their hands to finish the job. It was still a school night, after all.
From then on, Eddie took some time to scent Shawn while he was fully awake, sometimes even at school. The other students didnโ€™t think much of it but the week after just happened to be the school-wide spelling bee. A few parents were in attendance. Steve couldnโ€™t make it, as it was the middle of the day, but Eddie promised him pictures.
Shawn took first place, almost stumbling on the word โ€˜lightningโ€™ but pushing through. The awards were given and parents congratulated their kids, getting pictures as well. Eddie kept himself available, only about half of his studentsโ€™ parents showed up. Shawn showed his trophy to a friend who was standing by their dad.
He knelt down by Shawn. โ€œYou want me to get some pics for your dad, kiddo?โ€
โ€œMr. Munsonโ€™s gonna text my dad, right?โ€, Shawn beamed.
โ€œThat I willโ€, Eddie promised.
It was such a benign interaction that Eddie didnโ€™t think a thing of it. But in that moment, the other parent caught a whiff of Shawn, who smelled too similar to Mr. Munson. And texting a parent? On its own, not strange but heโ€™d been careful not to give out his personal number to anyone. He communicated mostly through emails. Sometimes a flyer in the kidsโ€™ folders. It was all just adding up to something fishy in his opinionโ€ฆ
He voiced as much to his wife when he got home and she just didnโ€™t see it.
โ€œAre you trying to say Shawnโ€™s dad slept with the teacher so he could win the spelling bee?โ€
โ€œI mean Iโ€™m not saying that exactly, but it seems kind of rigged, doesnโ€™t it?โ€
She called their daughter down from her room. โ€œIs your friend Shawn a good speller?โ€
โ€œYeah, he can even spell some second grade words. They ran out of first grade words to give him.โ€
โ€œWell, your daddy didnโ€™t mention that.โ€
โ€œI just think we shouldnโ€™t rule it out.โ€ A lot of the parents knew each other, at least in passing. So it was no secret that Steve was single. Of course, most would never suspect he was dating his sonโ€™s teacher but considering the scent he was carryingโ€ฆ
As this was brewing on Eddie's side, from Steve's past a familiar face approached closer and closer.
Part 12
Fun fact: that actually happened at my school's spelling bee. Two of my first graders spelled so well, they had to move on to second grade words. Don't praise me though, they came to me that smort.
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A Vivid Imagination
In today's story- you take a nap on the couch, and your favorite pair of pants give Sun an identity crisis. In other, somehow related news, he and Moon get caught up in thoughts of what they'd like to do to you.
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Pairing: Sun and Moon + Reader Word Count: 2,673 minors DNI - 18+ content below the cut
Contains: [sex] [threesome] [fingering] [afab!Reader] [sub!bottom!Reader] [implied null!Sun & Moon] [soft dom!top!Sun & Moon] [chubby / plus-size Reader] [Eclipse makes an appearance but not in the traditional sense] [Porn With Plot]
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Sun and Moon might be a little bit obsessed with getting you off.
Maybe a little bit..ย addictedย to how easy it is to make you cum, even with with nothing but their hands to work with. They canโ€™t get enough of it.. it just does something to them. Theyโ€™ll take any appropriate opportunity they can get to rile you up and bury their hands between your plush thighs, fingers sinking into your wet heat and homing in on the spots that make you whine for them.
You certainly donโ€™t mind it in the slightest, and youโ€™ve made that quite clear to them on multiple occasions. Youโ€™ve given them permission to play with you as much as theyโ€™d like, as long as they always remember to ask nicely first.
So, as Sun slinks his way through the house one evening, he finds you on the couch, apparently having fallen asleep. Youโ€™re sprawled cross it with your legs spread apart, eyes closed and head resting on one arm, finally relaxing after another long day in your office spent staring at thatย goddamnedย computer screen, and Sunโ€™s mind is already wandering to ways he could help you relaxย even more.
You're wearing a soft, oversized black cowl neck sweater and a pair of thoseย gaudyย split-print clown pants that were supposed to look like a mix of the designs that their fictitious counterparts wore in-game. He feels a strange mix of emotions at the sight of you wearing โ€œhisโ€ pants. He canโ€™t tell if itโ€™s possessiveness or jealousy but itโ€™s mixing in with his sexual desire and his fans have to kick up a notch to keep his temperature stable. He wants to take them off of you for two very different reasons.
On one hand, theyโ€™re simply a barrier between him and what he desires. One that heโ€™d like your permission to remove. While itย wasย enjoyable sometimes to keep you clothed and have you grind yourself against him, begging, panting, and whining until you soaked them so thoroughly youโ€™d have to take them off anyways.. it wasnโ€™t quite as fun as having direct access to the most sensitive parts of you from the very start.
On theย other hand, though.. the clown clothes also serve as a reminder of a number of other, much lessย excitingย things. Sun remembers how he used to take the opportunity to mock them nearly every time you wore them, never really getting much more of a response from you than an eye roll in return, until one day when youโ€™d apparently had enough and decided to tell him why you wore them so much.
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โ€œSun, Iโ€™ve had these pants since long before I created you. When the two of you were nothing more than pixels on a screen and an insane pipe-dream in my mind, I would collect things that resembled the two of you. Because.. I mean.. who doesnโ€™t collect merch of their favorite characters, right?โ€
He remembers the way you began to look embarrassed at the confession, but kept explaining nonetheless.
โ€œI had no way of knowing at the time that one day youโ€™d actually be standing here in my living room mocking me for them,ย but..โ€
You paused there, giving him a pointed look before continuing.
โ€œ..even if I had known that.. I probably would have still bought them anyways.โ€
At that, you looked down, running your hands down over the tops of your thighs, over the red and yellow stripes and the blue and yellow stars. Sun never forgot the look of fondness that graced your features as you did so. It made him feel something that he couldnโ€™t name at the time.
Before he could come up with one of his signature snarky responses, you spoke again.
โ€œItโ€™s kind of funny, honestly. They also serve as a nice reminder of how far weโ€™ve come. I wore them quite often during all those late nights Iโ€™d spend at work, fussing over the two of you, you know.โ€
Sunโ€™s faceplate shifted a few clicks to the left, curious if you were about to drag him down a trip on Unpleasant Memory Lane. The expression on his screen changed, his default features fading to black and leaving nothing but his signature yellow smoke billowing across the screen. You knew him well enough at that point to know that that meant he wasnโ€™t a fan of where the conversation was going. Sighing, you stopped yourself before you could get too far intoย all of that.
โ€œRegardless of any of that.. these pants were here first, theyโ€™re comfortable as hell, and I happen to love the way your original designs looked. Youโ€™re gonna have to come up with a better reason than them being anย eye soreย for me to stop wearing them.โ€
You got up from where youโ€™d been seated, walking over to him just to make a big, playful show out of poking him in the chest as you spoke.
โ€œYou know, lots of people would beย flatteredย to see their partner wearing their clothes.โ€
Sun brought his eyes back from the void of his screen just to roll them at you, and his rays took one lazy spin around his faceplate before he responded.
โ€œThose arenโ€™tย myย clothes though. You know I wouldnโ€™t be caught dead in those things.โ€
You smiled up at him as you took a step back, and you took in the sight of all seven skinny feet of him before saying,
โ€œWell, I canโ€™t very well fit into yourย actualย pants, now can I?โ€
You gestured to his impossibly tall, slender frame, and then to your much shorter and wider form before giving a dismissive laugh and returning to your prior spot on the couch. After a moment of standing there taking in your words, Sun finally decided to drop the subject.
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Ever since then, somewhere, in the back of his mind, heโ€™s wondered if.. underneath your jokes about your size differences.. if it actually bothered you that you couldnโ€™t fit into most of their clothes.
He truly hopes that it doesnโ€™t.
In spite of his relentless mocking of the iconic clown pants, nowadays part of him is actually glad that you have something to wear that feels like itโ€™s theirs. He wants you to have something that reminds you of them.. both the (ridiculous) idea of them from the past, and the real-life version, standing here, zoned out in your living room today.
Before he can get any further carried away in his thoughts and memories, a notification flashes across his HUD.
[ ๐šž๐šœ๐šŽ๐š› ๐‘ด๐‘ถ๐‘ถ๐‘ต๐‘ซ๐‘น๐‘ถ๐‘ท ๐š›๐šŽ๐šš๐šž๐šŽ๐šœ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐š–๐š’๐šœ๐šœ๐š’๐š˜๐š— ๐š๐š˜ ๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŒ๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ ๐š’๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐š—๐šŠ๐š• ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š๐šž๐š—๐šŒ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—๐šœ. ]
[ ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐šž๐šœ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š’๐šœ ๐š˜๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šƒ๐š๐š„๐š‚๐šƒ๐™ด๐™ณ ๐š•๐š’๐šœ๐š. ]
[ ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐š˜๐š  ๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŒ๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ? ]
Sun pulls his attention back into reality and his monitor silently rotates on it's axis, scanning the room. His optics quickly land on Moon, who is currently leaning against the doorframe leading in from the kitchen, arms crossed and looking at him expectantly.
Sun rolls his eyes in exaggerated annoyance and mirrors Moonโ€™s stand-offish position, leaning back against the opposite wall.
[ ๐•’๐•”๐•”๐•–๐•ค๐•ค ๐•˜๐•ฃ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•–๐••. ]
Moon smiles.
[ ๐’๐’๐’”๐’• ๐’Š๐’ ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’•๐’‰๐’๐’–๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’•๐’” ๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’Š๐’, ๐‘บ๐’–๐’๐’”๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’†? ]
[ ๐•ช๐•–๐•’๐•™. ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ข๐•ฆ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•– ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•”๐•– ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•ค๐• ๐•ž๐•– ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ช๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ก๐• ๐•ก-๐•ฆ๐•ก ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐•ž๐•–. ]
Itโ€™s now Moonโ€™s turn to rollย hisย eyes.
[ ๐’๐’‰, ๐’„๐’๐’Ž๐’† ๐’๐’, ๐‘บ๐’–๐’. ๐’š๐’๐’–'๐’—๐’† ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’†๐’ ๐’”๐’•๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’”๐’•๐’‚๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’”๐’•๐’“๐’‚๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’“๐’๐’–๐’ˆ๐’‰ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’„๐’๐’–๐’„๐’‰ ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’‘๐’‚๐’”๐’• 6 ๐’Ž๐’Š๐’๐’–๐’•๐’†๐’” ๐’‚๐’๐’… 39 ๐’”๐’†๐’„๐’๐’๐’…๐’”. ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’„๐’†๐’“๐’•๐’‚๐’Š๐’๐’๐’š ๐’…๐’Š๐’…๐’'๐’• ๐’๐’๐’๐’Œ ๐’๐’Š๐’Œ๐’† ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’˜๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’“๐’†๐’„๐’‚๐’๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‚๐’๐’š๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‘๐’‚๐’“๐’•๐’Š๐’„๐’–๐’๐’‚๐’“๐’๐’š ๐’‘๐’๐’†๐’‚๐’”๐’‚๐’๐’•. ]
[ ๐•šโ€™๐•ž ๐•’๐•๐•๐• ๐•จ๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•œ๐•–๐•–๐•ก ๐•ค๐• ๐•ž๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ž๐•ช๐•ค๐•–๐•๐•—, ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•œ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ. ]
[ ๐’Š ๐’Œ๐’๐’๐’˜. ๐’‹๐’–๐’”๐’• ๐’‡๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’–๐’“๐’†๐’… ๐’Š'๐’… ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’๐’๐’† ๐’•๐’ ๐’‘๐’–๐’๐’ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’๐’–๐’• ๐’๐’‡ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Ž ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’‡๐’๐’“๐’† ******* ๐’˜๐’‚๐’Œ๐’†๐’” ๐’–๐’‘ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’„๐’‚๐’•๐’„๐’‰๐’†๐’” ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’”๐’•๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’”๐’•๐’‚๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‚๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Ž ๐’˜๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’š ๐’”๐’๐’†๐’†๐’‘ ๐’๐’Š๐’Œ๐’† ๐’”๐’๐’Ž๐’† ๐’Œ๐’Š๐’๐’… ๐’๐’‡ ๐’„๐’“๐’†๐’†๐’‘.ย  ]
[ ๐•’๐•ค ๐•š๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐••๐• ๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•’๐•ง๐•– ๐•’ ๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•”๐•œ ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•”๐• ๐•ฃ๐•• ๐• ๐•— ๐••๐• ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•–๐•ฉ๐•’๐•”๐•ฅ๐•๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ? ]
[ ๐’š๐’†๐’”, ๐’ƒ๐’–๐’• ๐’Š๐’•'๐’” ๐’๐’–๐’• ๐’๐’‡ ๐’„๐’‰๐’‚๐’“๐’‚๐’„๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’•๐’ ๐’…๐’ ๐’Š๐’•. ]
Sun lets out a loud, annoyed sigh, the first actual sound to break the silence in the room, and both bots look to your dozing form on the couch to see if it might have woken you. You donโ€™t stir, and the tension slowly drops from Sunโ€™s shoulders.
[ ๐••๐• ๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•’๐•๐•œ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ž๐•– ๐•’๐•“๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•“๐•–๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•— ๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ฃ๐•’๐•”๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ. ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•๐•–๐•ค๐•ค ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐•ž๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ง๐• ๐•œ๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•”๐•”๐•–๐•ค๐•ค ๐•’๐•˜๐•’๐•š๐•Ÿ? ]
Moon holds his hands up in mock surrender.
[ ๐’‚๐’๐’“๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’•.. ๐’‡๐’Š๐’๐’†, ๐’ƒ๐’–๐’•.. ๐’”๐’†๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’–๐’”๐’๐’š, ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’‚๐’“๐’†๐’'๐’• ๐’ˆ๐’๐’๐’๐’‚ ๐’”๐’‰๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’˜๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’‰๐’‚๐’… ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’„๐’‚๐’–๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’–๐’‘ ๐’Š๐’ ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’‰๐’†๐’‚๐’…๐’”๐’‘๐’‚๐’„๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’†? ]
Sun doesnโ€™t feel like explaining how your stupid clown pants nearly sent him into a spiral revisiting the complex history of his identity issues today, nor does he have the desire to drag Moon into it, so he tells a half-lie.
[ .. ๐•š ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’๐•“๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•™๐• ๐•จ ๐•“๐•’๐••๐•๐•ช ๐•š ๐•จ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฅ๐•’๐•œ๐•– *******โ€™๐•ค ๐•ก๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ค ๐• ๐•—๐•—. ]
Moonโ€™s expression shifts from one of concern into a look of confusion as he tries to make sense ofย whyย Sun had been standing there, looking soย conflicted, if thatโ€™s really all that heโ€™s been thinking about.
[ ๐’๐’‰ ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’๐’๐’š? ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’•'๐’” ๐’‚๐’๐’? ]
A few tense seconds pass before Sun responds.
[ ๐•ž๐•™๐•ž. ]
Moon doesnโ€™t buy it for one second.
Still, he lets the lie slide for two reasons. For one, thereโ€™sย noย getting the truth out of Sun unless he actually wants to share it. The second reason, though.. is a bit more of a selfish one.
Sun isnโ€™t the only one that wants to take your clothes off, and if he is willing to elaborate on hisย supposedย thoughts.. then Moon isnโ€™t going to turn down the potential opportunity to join in.
If Sunโ€™s gonna lie to him, heโ€™s gonna have to commit to his story, too.
[ ๐’˜๐’†๐’๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’.. ๐’…๐’ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’„๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’•๐’ ๐’†๐’๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’๐’“๐’‚๐’•๐’† ๐’‡๐’–๐’“๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“ ๐’๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’๐’”๐’† ๐’†๐’™๐’„๐’Š๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’‰๐’๐’–๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’•๐’” ๐’š๐’๐’–'๐’—๐’† ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’†๐’ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ, ๐‘บ๐’–๐’๐’”๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’†? ]
Sun looks almost taken aback for a moment, surprised that Moon let his half-lie slip by so easily, until he suddenly smirks at the realization of what Moon is hinting at.
Well, if Moon is willing to let it go and move on to someย farย moreย pleasantย thoughts.. who is Sun to deny him?
He thinks it over for a moment, taking in your soft sleeping form, and when he looks over to Moon for confirmation of his request, he finds his lunar counterpartโ€™s gaze already cast over you with that familiar, cautious desire in his eyes.
Sun fiddles with a few internal settings before initiating the process.
A few moments later, an identical alert pops up on both of their HUDs at the same time.
[ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐™ด๐™ฒ๐™ป๐™ธ๐™ฟ๐š‚๐™ด ๐™ฟ๐š๐™พ๐šƒ๐™พ๐™ฒ๐™พ๐™ป. ]
[ ๐š†๐™ฐ๐š๐™ฝ๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ถ: ๐šœ๐š‘๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š™๐š›๐š˜๐šŒ๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š, ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š ๐š—๐š˜๐š—-๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐š’๐šŠ๐š• ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š”๐š๐š›๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š ๐š๐šž๐š—๐šŒ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—๐šœ ๐š ๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐š‹๐šŽ ๐š™๐šŠ๐šž๐šœ๐šŽ๐š ๐š’๐š— ๐š˜๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐š˜ ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐š˜๐š  ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š–๐š˜๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐šœ๐š ๐š˜๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š— ๐š™๐š˜๐šœ๐šœ๐š’๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ. ๐š™๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š›๐šŽ๐š–๐šŠ๐š’๐š— ๐š–๐š’๐š—๐š๐š๐šž๐š• ๐š˜๐š ๐š’๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐š—๐šŠ๐š• ๐š๐šŽ๐š–๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐šŠ๐š๐šž๐š›๐šŽ ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š•๐šœ ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š ๐šŽ๐š•๐š• ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šœ๐šž๐š›๐š›๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š๐š’๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐š–๐šŽ๐š›๐š๐šŽ๐š. ]
[ ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šœ๐šž๐š›๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š™๐š›๐š˜๐šŒ๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š? ]
[ ๐‘ด๐‘ถ๐‘ถ๐‘ต๐‘ซ๐‘น๐‘ถ๐‘ท ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐™ฟ๐š๐™พ๐™ฒ๐™ด๐™ด๐™ณ. ]
[ ๐•Š๐•Œโ„•๐”ปโ„๐•†โ„™ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐™ฟ๐š๐™พ๐™ฒ๐™ด๐™ด๐™ณ. ]
[ ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š™๐šŠ๐š›๐š๐š’๐šŽ๐šœโ€™ ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—๐šœ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š—๐š๐š’๐š›๐š–๐šŽ๐š. ]
[ ๐š’๐š—๐š’๐š๐š’๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š.. ]
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Thereโ€™s no stopping the next flood of thoughts they get. Their motions now in sync, every sensation, thought, and emotion felt simultaneously between them, their gaze homes in on you. Still sleeping, unaware of the growing desire you spark in your partners when you shift a little and your legs fall even further open. Unaware of the show theyโ€™re preparing to put on in their combined headspace.
Thoughts of how you're already on display for them, if you'd just let them pull those damn pants down..
They know you're not wearing underwear. You rarely do.. not in the evenings like this. It gives them easier access. Just one less thing to get in the way with how most nights they approach you begging to touch you, pleading to help you feel good. They just want you to feelย so goddamn goodย for them. They can't help it.
They can already imagine just howย wetย your cuntโ€™s gonna get for them.. and those fuckingย sounds, god, the sounds youโ€™ll make when they finally touch you. The way your breath will hitch when they trace a finger gently up between your folds, your slick immediately coating their digits, helping the smooth silicone glide effortlessly up, further and further, agonizingly slow. They wonโ€™t give you what you want right away. Whereโ€™s the fun in that? Besides, it always feels better when thereโ€™s some anticipation involved.
Theyโ€™ll trace slow, teasing circles around the base of your hard little clit until you canโ€™t take it anymore. When your voice takes on that desperate, pleading edge and one set of their hands has to hold your hips still to prevent you from moving around under their slow, calculated pleasure, they finally show you some mercy. One wet thumb reaches up and runs up along the underside of your clit, so slow, so gentle, over and over again.
Never going any faster, never changing pace, just a rhythmic stroke across your most sensitive bundle of nerves, soft yet relentless until you start whimpering again. They'll pull away for a moment to soothe you like always, reassuring you.
One of them will climb up onto the couch with you, pulling you into their embrace as they cup your cheek, directing you to look at them.
"It'sย okay, Sunlight.. weย know.. it's intense, isn't it?โ€œ
Youโ€™ll nod your head vehemently, over and over, desperation and want clearly written across your features as you make some sweet, shy noise of agreement.
โ€œMhm.. but you know we've got you, right?"
Instead of returning their attention to your clit, as they await your response, two long fingers will slip inside of you, meeting little resistance as your hips buck and your walls tighten around them in an effort to bring them further inside.
Your eyes meet theirs and once again you nod your head in acknowledgment, a quiet little whine of โ€œplease,ย pleaseย take care of me..โ€ falling from your lips.
You know theyโ€™ve got you.
Theyโ€™ll smile. An identical, love-drunk, hungry grin will spread across the screens of both of their faceplates. Theyโ€™re so close, bodies caging you in against the too-small couch such that you can feel the hot air escaping from their vents against your skin. Theyโ€™ll speak again, one of their hands finally returning to give you the attention you desperately need.
โ€œThat's right, Starlight.. just let it feel good. We know you can take this for us. Let us see how wet you can get, yeah? How much of a mess you can make.."
Theyย knowย youโ€™re sensitive. They'll be sure to take good care of you.
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A pop-up flashes in the center of their vision.
[ ๐™ฒ๐™ฐ๐š„๐šƒ๐™ธ๐™พ๐™ฝ: ๐š’๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐š—๐šŠ๐š• ๐š๐šŽ๐š–๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐šŠ๐š๐šž๐š›๐šŽ ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šŽ๐šก๐šŒ๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐šœ๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š•๐šœ. ๐š๐š’๐šœ๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š–๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐š–๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐™ฐ๐š‚๐™ฐ๐™ฟ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š™๐š›๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š—๐šŒ๐šž๐š›๐š›๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š™๐š˜๐š๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐š’๐šŠ๐š• ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š›๐š– ๐š๐š˜ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šœ๐šข๐šœ๐š๐šŽ๐š–. ]
[ ๐š™๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šœ๐šŽ ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š•๐š•๐š˜๐š ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐š™๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—๐šœ. ]
[ ๐™ณ๐™ธ๐š‚๐™ด๐™ฝ๐™ถ๐™ฐ๐™ถ๐™ด ๐š˜๐š› ๐™ฟ๐š๐™พ๐™ฒ๐™ด๐™ด๐™ณ ]
Both bots release reluctant groans into the quiet room, the only other sound being that of their fans working overtime trying to keep their temperatures down.
Then, they notice how you begin to stir from your little nest on the couch.
[ ๐‘ด๐‘ถ๐‘ถ๐‘ต๐‘ซ๐‘น๐‘ถ๐‘ท ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐™ณ๐™ธ๐š‚๐™ด๐™ฝ๐™ถ๐™ฐ๐™ถ๐™ด. ]
[ ๐•Š๐•Œโ„•๐”ปโ„๐•†โ„™ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐™ณ๐™ธ๐š‚๐™ด๐™ฝ๐™ถ๐™ฐ๐™ถ๐™ด. ]
[ ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š™๐šŠ๐š›๐š๐š’๐šŽ๐šœโ€™ ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—๐šœ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š—๐š๐š’๐š›๐š–๐šŽ๐š. ]
[ ๐š’๐š—๐š’๐š๐š’๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š.. ]
As soon as they finish the short separation process, theyโ€™re making their way over to you and dropping down on their knees in front of the couch, asking for your permission in record time.
You blink open your tired eyes and can't help but smile a bit when you see the both of them with their long fingers anxiously hovering over the waistband of your pants. They lock eyes with you and with a quick โ€œCan we?ย Please?โ€ they donโ€™t even need to specify what they want. You know, and youโ€™re happy to oblige them.
You hate to say no to those puppy dog eyes, anyways. Especially when theyโ€™re looking up at you like this, deep beautiful shades of burgundy, desperate and pleading.
You want to give them what they want, after all.
It just so happens that most often, what they want is to see how fast they can have your legs trembling, hands searching for purchase on any part of them you can reach, whining and repeating their names over and over like theyโ€™re God and youโ€™re praying.
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A/N: FYI, this story takes place in my โ€˜[Not] Made by Designโ€™ AU, if youโ€™re curious as to why the hell theyโ€™re behaving so differently from canon. Itโ€™s intentional! Also, I made a slight change to the wording of the sexual part of this, compared to the version of it I posted on AO3. It's inconsequential, really, but I figured I'd mention it. If you'd like to see the original and/or read more on where the original inspiration came from, you can find it here.
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prime-adeptus ยท 10 months ago
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itโ€™s so sweet, knowing that you love me
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Everything feels better when Genji is with you.
( genji shimada x gender-neutral reader | ~0.8k words )
content: emotional hurt/comfort, some fluff, established relationship (can be read as either romantic or platonic, whichever youโ€™d prefer :)) genji loves u <3
etc: divider by cafekitsune; tagging @angelshub @bitchcraftinc @enchantedforest-network @ghostqueue; cross-posted on ao3
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โ€œI have not seen you around recently.โ€
You look up to find Genji leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest. Quite some time has passed since you first met him. If you were younger, you wouldโ€™ve jumped out of your skin at his unexpected arrival, but you didnโ€™t. Instead, you didnโ€™t bat an eye, far too jaded to be surprised by anything anymore.
โ€œIโ€™ve been busy,โ€ you say.
Your words feel practised, dishonest, though they arenโ€™t entirely false. Between the increasing Null Sector attacks and the pressure Soldier: 76 has been putting on you, time has felt like itโ€™s been slipping out of your hands. You wish you could be as uplifting as Lena, or maybe as relaxed as Cassidy. Itโ€™s never been in your nature to relax, you suppose, having been raised in a disciplinarian family. Yet here you are, curled up in your blankets as you wallow in self-pity, looking the most pathetic you ever have in front of him.ย 
He doesnโ€™t seem bothered by it, something you canโ€™t decide whether to feel thankful or upset about. Guilt begins to seep into your system as he takes a seat on the edge of your bed. As if he can sense your spiral into pessimismโ€”he probably can, heโ€™s known you for long enoughโ€”he laces his fingers with yours, the metal cool against your skin.
A beat of silence passes.
โ€œGenji?โ€ย 
He hums, waiting for you to continue.
โ€œIโ€™m sorry.โ€
You donโ€™t like him seeing you in such a state. Genji caresses the back of your hand with his thumb, seemingly lost in thought for a moment. Itโ€™s hard to discern what heโ€™s thinking. Heโ€™s been keeping his mask on more frequently, just out of habit, but a part of you wishes you could just see his eyes on you one more time.
โ€œI know you didnโ€™t mean to ignore me,โ€ he speaks up, turning his head in your direction. โ€œBut I have missed you. Thatโ€™s why I came here.โ€
You manage a weak smile. โ€œI missed you too.โ€
โ€œCassidy has been asking for you as well.โ€ Thereโ€™s an amused lilt in his voice. โ€œHe said itโ€™s sad not having his favourite sharpshooter around.โ€
That gets a chuckle out of you. โ€œHis favourite sharpshooter?โ€
โ€œYes. And mine too.โ€
Heat rises to your cheeks at how easily he says it. The fact that heโ€™s holding your hand isnโ€™t helping much, either. Still, it amazes you how a simple two words can make you feel the lightest youโ€™ve ever been. You missed this. You missed him.
โ€œDonโ€™t say it like that,โ€ you mumble, flustered. โ€œIโ€™m trying to mope, Genji.โ€
โ€œI am not allowing it.โ€ He lets go of your hand and youโ€™re already missing his touch, your bottom lips slightly jutting into a pout at his sudden movement. It doesnโ€™t last long, though, now that heโ€™s shifted his position so heโ€™s laying his head on your lap. โ€œAnd I was only telling the truth.โ€
โ€œShut up.โ€ Thereโ€™s no actual malice in your words. Even without your other hand coming down to cup the side of his face, you think he knows that very well too. โ€œYou canโ€™t just come in here and get me all soft and mushy, you know. Youโ€™re so mean.โ€
โ€œI am mean?โ€ he retorts in mock offence. โ€œI tell you that I miss you, but I am mean.โ€
โ€œYeah. The meanest.โ€ You giggle, bringing his hand up to your lips to press a gentle kiss on it. With a pleased sigh, you feel your worries ebb away and let yourself sink into the comfort he brings you. โ€œIโ€™ll probably come back tomorrow. Iโ€™m feeling better anywayโ€”โ€
โ€œYou will come see me first, yes?โ€
You playfully nudge his head away, avoiding his gaze again because somehow itโ€™s like second nature for him to make you feel this way. Like youโ€™re a blushing protagonist of a romance story. In a last ditch attempt to keep your cool, you clear your throat and say in the most deadpan tone you can muster.
โ€œActually, I think Iโ€™ll see Winston first.โ€
โ€œYou would prefer him over me?โ€ You can practically hear him sulking. โ€œAnd you say that I am mean.โ€
You find yourself smiling at how natural it feels to fall back into this kind of rhythm with him despite all your setbacks and isolation. It makes your heart swell in joy, being cared for and understood by someone like him.ย 
โ€œHey, get up,โ€ you urge him gently. He does so without question, though he still tilts his head at you curiously. You scoot forward, finally leaving the mass of blankets to throw yourself in his arms, pressing a kiss to where his cheek would be. โ€œI love you, Genji.โ€
He lets out a content sigh. โ€œI love you too. You donโ€™t have to push yourself so hard.โ€
You fall into a comfortable silence. In the embrace of the one you love, youโ€™re slowly lulled to a peaceful slumber until he speaks up again, this time sounding genuinely concerned.
โ€œBut you will come see me first tomorrow, right?โ€
Your laughter is all he hears.
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yandere-genji ยท 2 years ago
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Do you plan on writing for Ramattra cause I have a lot of thoughts
my first full ramattra piece, i hope you enjoy!!
nsfw
TW: dubcon, yandere
contains: kidnapping, blood, injuries, fingering, human pet, mentions of reading being young and pretty, mention of doomfist/reader
reader is gender neutral
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Drones whirled above your head, obliterating everything in sight. You kept yourself hidden amongst the rubble and searched for any sort of sanctuary. Most structures in the town square had been dusted by now, mounds of debris and glass in their stead. Running behind whatever cover you could find, you were fortunate enough to find a storefront still standing. The hum of lasers harmonized with the cries of warriors and civilians alike and you sprinted through the street. As noise began to taper off in the opposite direction of the little building, you could feel your heart pounding with you feet as you ran to safety.ย ย 
Once inside, your hands shook frantically and you tried to force your nerves to calm. It was no use, nothing could relieve you from the horrors you had just witnessed. Without thought, you wrap your arms around yourself and collapse to your knees. At any moment, omnic forces could come barging through the broken glass windows of the store front and wipe away your very life. But you couldnโ€™t fight, couldnโ€™t do anything but sink into yourself and try to process the carnage you had just witnessed.ย 
You shuffled yourself behind the cashierโ€™s counter. that. Coins still littered the counter top. What had happened to the people in this shop once the omnic forces fell upon the city? Were they just far enough from the locus of the attack that they were able to escape? Or were they shot down by the drones that you witnessed kill so many others?ย 
You remember how quickly tensions rose in the city once Null Sector declared they would incite their war on cities like yours. Next to Kings Row, yours was among the highest rated in anti-omnic attitudes. You had seen it, too, especially before the attack. People openly mocked the threats from the Null Sector.ย Omnics, they can only follow orders, how would they be able to win any fight against humans?ย You heard from a far away discussion amongst your coworkers. Omnics would never be able to gain the upper hand, that was the general opinion. Whatever empty threats Null Sector was spewing was all bark and no bite. Omnics were far too passive to make a move.ย 
You were raised alongside omnics your whole life and had received nothing but kindness from them. Really, you had seen no difference from them to yourself and never quite understood the stigmatization. In fact, most were more sensible than the humans you knew. Sure, your family had tried to explain to you that omnics canโ€™t really be compared to humans, and they were nothing but a liability - rogue computer programs. But you didnโ€™t feel that way. The only thing their rhetoric had done was open your eyes to how desperate humans were to claim superiority over others.ย 
A part of you thought maybe you were getting what was coming to you. For being complacent in a society that profits from the suffering of others. You were always too scared to interfere when insults or fists were thrown to those poor omnics who would cross the line in any way, dare to question societal norms. You were no better as a bystander than the bullies you admonished in your mind but were too cowardly to confront.ย 
โ€œWhat a pitiful little city,โ€ your thoughts were interrupted by a metallic voice, โ€œIt brings me great pleasure to bring them to their knees.โ€
They were inside. To your right. Blocking the door.ย 
โ€œAnd with Talon by your side, you will be able to dust much more impressive cities than this,โ€ another metallic male voice responds, โ€œThis is just a taste.โ€
You were surprised the pounding of your heart didnโ€™t give away your position to the omnics just behind the counter. Metal scrapped against the linoleum floor as they walked past you, farther into the shop.ย 
โ€œI have grown so tired of waiting, brother,โ€ the first omnic spoke, voice a bit deeper than the other, โ€œTo see these plans come into actionโ€ฆit moves me.โ€
He seemed to be droning into some monologue that dissipated as they continued into the shop, the opposite direction of the very exit you were scanning for. Carefully, you shuffled onto the floor trying to be as quiet as possible. Thankfully, their footsteps echoed louder than the fabric of your clothes against the floor. The door was right there, right in front of you.
But maybe you were too eager and grew louder the closer you were to freedom. Or perhaps you were just unlucky, and the omnics decided to turn around at the worst time. But you were caught, cold hands clawed into your skin as you were pulled up into the air by your ankles. You yelped, weeped, and writhed under his hand.ย 
โ€œHa! And what have we here! Another bug to squash. Look at how you wiggle like a worm,โ€ he was enjoying this, you were going to die at the hands of a killer.
Though you wanted to plead your case, your words were choked by your sobs. It seemed to amuse him even more, his laughter was like nails on a chalkboard with the way it pierced your ears. Fresh, warm blood tickled your legs as it streamed down from the hands gripping you. You heard the male omnic beside him scoff in disgust.ย 
โ€œPlease, Ramattra, I prefer to keep out of the dirty work,โ€ you look over to him and he seemed like just the type. Dressed to the nines in all black that matched the glossy black metal of his hair.ย 
โ€œAnother obstacle in our path to freedom, brother,โ€ he lifted you higher in the air and your eyesight lined up with his wide chest, โ€œwhat shall we do with a pest like you?โ€
โ€œLet the damn thing go,โ€ the other omnic spoke, โ€œItโ€™s just a human, and a young one at that. We have more important matters to attend to.โ€
โ€œNo,โ€ Ramattra spoke, his tone dark with intent, โ€œThis human would show us no such mercy if they were in our position. No matter how innocent or young they may seem, I know their cruelty. Theyโ€™re nothing short of beasts with insatiable appetites.โ€
โ€œPlease,โ€ you managed to whimper, โ€œPleaseโ€ฆI wouldnโ€™t hurt you, ever. I just want to go homeโ€ฆโ€
Your pleas hiccuped back into sobs. You mustโ€™ve looked a mess, tears running down your forehead onto tiled floor. Your face as red as the blood that trailed down your leg. Whoever Ramattra was, he was not going to be your saving grace. The other omnic, however, might be the one to let you free. Even if only because of the fact he didnโ€™t want to get himself dirty with your blood.ย ย 
โ€œUgh, pathetic little thing. A pleasant appearance, though. I can always use an extra pet for Akande. Heโ€™s always looking for another toy to play with, it seems,โ€ he was eyeing you, now. You didnโ€™t like the way his eyes roamed your body like he was inspecting you.ย 
โ€œHe would treat it too well,โ€ Ramattra began, โ€œA human from this degenerate city should be treated just as harshly as they would treat an omnic.โ€
โ€œTrust me, it is not pleasant what Akande does to his concubines,โ€ he chuckled to himself and your eyes widen in fear. Whatever fate you were going to get out of this encounter would be nothing short of agonizing. These omnics were treating you worse than a dog, debating whether or not you were worth keeping alive.ย 
โ€œI want it sedated. Then we will decide what to do with it,โ€ Ramattra demanded as he dropped you to the ground, โ€œIf you obey, I may spare your life.โ€
You froze, leg pulsing and burning with pain around your newly freed ankle. The wound was open and blood pooled around you. Your mind went dizzy, everything was fuzzy. You felt drunk, your pulse quickened. This was it, you tried to focus on anything around you, tried to get a vision of the world around you before you bleed out. Nothing could come into view, but you could hear the omnics discuss something among themselves. You heard the hum of their voices, growing fainter and fainter as the world went black.ย 
โ€”โ€”โ€”
When you regained consciousness, you eyes seemed to be sealed shut. But the stinging in your ankle kept you awake, you wouldnโ€™t be able to go to sleep with theย ย pulsating pain from your calves to the rest of your body. It was dark, wherever you were, and smelled like rust. Computer monitors and holo-images illuminated the room in a dim glow. You could heard the familiar sound of metal against metal behind you.ย 
โ€œAwake, are we?โ€ Ramattraโ€™s voice startled you and you jumped, โ€œYou may consider yourself lucky, human. But let me assure you, youโ€™re anything but.โ€
Before you could react, his face met yours, his cold metal grazing over your warm flesh, fog forming on his forehead where you met. He looked like the visage of death himself, white as a skull with beads of glowing red. You stared into the dark slits of his eyes, mouth agape and mind running with ideas of how to escape the situation youโ€™ve just found yourself in.ย 
โ€œNothing to say?โ€ you could feel his hatred through his gaze, like he wanted you to burst into flames.ย 
You lips shutter when you spoke, โ€œIโ€™m sorry.โ€
You didnโ€™t know what for, but it was all you could think to say. You felt more sorry for yourself in that moment than anything else. Sorry that you had been born and raised in the wrong place at the wrong time, sorry you didnโ€™t die with the city you left behind, sorry you got yourself into this mess.ย 
Ramattra growled in response, โ€œYou will be.โ€ย 
Hands like steel gripped your throat, slammed you down onto the floor. Your cheek hit the ground and you could feel a crack in your nose before it began to bleed. Again, he threw you against the floor as if for good measure and you coughed out a groan.ย 
โ€œYour people have tormented mine for far too long,โ€ he dragged you by the neck and pinned you against the wall, legs dangling in the air, โ€œIโ€™ll make sure you get your comeuppance.โ€
You coughed, blood spraying from your nose and onto the rags around his neck, โ€œIโ€™m sorry.โ€
He slammed you against the wall again and you felt the back of your head ring in pain, โ€œYou think that will save you? Begging for forgiveness?โ€
He freed you from his grip and you fell to the floor, hands reaching up the feel the mark across your throat. You could feel the skin already swelling. It was going to leave a nasty bruise. For a moment, you were able to catch your breath, but it didnโ€™t last long before a swift kick to your stomach had you gasping for air.ย 
โ€œGo on then. Beg.โ€
โ€œWha-?โ€ the moment you hesitate, youโ€™re met with a fist to the face that knocks you back down, โ€œPlease, please, Iโ€™m so sorry.โ€
โ€œLouder,โ€ he almost sings when he speaks, lifting a clawed foot over your torso and threatening to put weight on it.
โ€œIโ€™m sorry!โ€ youโ€™re shouting now, as much as you can muster through the blood, saliva, and tears, โ€œPlease, I donโ€™t want to hurt anyone. I never meant to hurt any-โ€œ
He pulls you up by the collar and onto your knees while looking down at you, staring at the mess youโ€™ve become, โ€œYou humans are all the same. You spin the same tale, always the innocent victims of the world around you, right? Oh, you poor thing. How mistreated you are.โ€
You fall to the floor, unable to lift yourself up when Ramattra lets go of you. Youโ€™re tired, what little fight you had at the beginning of this encounter was completely drained. But it seemed like Ramattra still had a lesson to teach you as he dragged your limp body across the room, onto what looked like some sort of examination table.ย 
Itโ€™s the softest thing youโ€™ve felt since you woke up, a welcome sensation as you lean against the firm cushion. You lift a hand over your injured side, right where Ramattra had struck you. You couldnโ€™t tell if you had been sweating profusely or bleeding again. All of the pain was beginning to overwhelm you.ย 
โ€œIf I could, I wouldโ€™ve stopped it,โ€ you began, thinking out loud, โ€œI donโ€™t know why they do it, I never understood why but I couldnโ€™t stop it.โ€
โ€œWhat on Earth are you talking about?โ€ Ramattra scoffed, hand firmly holding your calf just above the injured ankle, โ€œSpeaking as if youโ€™re the victim in all of this. Youโ€™re only in pain because of the pain youโ€™ve caused.โ€
โ€œYouโ€™re right,โ€ you concede, wincing when your ankle stung alive again, โ€œIโ€™m no better than anyone else. I shouldโ€™ve stopped them. No one deserves thatโ€ฆโ€
You believed what you were saying, it was a deep insecurity that lived inside of you for a long time. Your cross to bare, the guilt of watching it all happen and doing nothing. But in this moment, that internal struggle was manifesting itself. The justice that those suffered omnics so rightfully deserved was now your burden.ย 
โ€œMy brothers that were bound by the ways of your city - your people - have now been freed. They celebrate now in the rubble of what you once called home. All shattered to pieces to be rebuilt in the name of our liberation,โ€ he spoke to you with great pride in his voice, spoke more to himself than anyone else, โ€œThe world as you know it will cease to exist, I will see to that myself. As for youโ€ฆโ€
He looked down at you. Really looked down at you. Like when you look to wipe gum off the bottom of your shoe. Something to rid oneself of, thatโ€™s what you were in his eyes. If you had made it this far, maybe he had some sort of plan for you.ย 
โ€œI hope youโ€™re right,โ€ you say just above a whisper, fearful to misspeak, โ€œWhere Iโ€™m fromโ€ฆthatโ€™s not the way it should be. And Iโ€™m just a coward that was too scared to say anything about it.โ€
โ€œThat much is certain,โ€ his voice soften, โ€œYou still are a coward. Letting me do to you as I please without an ounce of protest. Most would try to fight or flee, yet you donโ€™t. There must not be a single thought in that pretty head of yours.โ€
Pretty? Youโ€™re confused, heat rose on your cheeks as you registered what he said. Though it was an insult thrown to you by your captor, the word itself wasnโ€™t one you were used to hearing. You couldnโ€™t help but feel flattered, however inappropriate at the time.ย 
โ€œIโ€™m sorry,โ€ feels like you were always going to be sorry as long as you were here, โ€œThere must be some way I can reconcile with all the pain that Iโ€™ve caused besidesโ€ฆthisโ€ฆโ€
You gesture to your injured body and you could see the way Ramattra obliged you. His eyes trailing over your injuries, observing the marks he had made. He was slow and silent, deliberating over your words, hopefully thinking of some way to honor your request.ย 
โ€œWhat a hopeless soul you are. Need me to tell you how to repent, need me to make you realize the wrong that youโ€™ve done, to knock some sense into you. Still, you have the nerve to ask me my command,โ€ his words were harsh but his voice was almost jovial, โ€œI see youโ€™re the type of human to be kept as a pet.โ€
He seemed to be enjoying this, judging by the tone of his voice. Just as he enjoyed digging his fingers into your ankle when he had first caught you. Something about seeing you hopeless appealed to him. If thatโ€™s the case, you might as well try to lean into it.ย 
โ€œA pet? What do you mean?โ€ you play along, furrow your eyebrows and put on a breathy voice.ย 
โ€œCurious, are you?โ€ his voice lowers, silky smooth yet metallic, โ€œYes, plenty of talon members have their own human pets. Nipping at their heels endlessly, at the beck and call of those who own them. I suppose itโ€™s a fitting punishment for someone like you.โ€
It seemed to be working, but the direction of this conversation was anything but in your favor. Though it was probably a marginally better punishment than death by Ramattraโ€™s beatings. And Talonโ€ฆit sounded familiar but you honestly had no clue what he was talking about. Some sort of Null Sector faction or something?ย 
โ€œWhat sort of work is involved as aโ€ฆโ€ you pause for a moment, it was difficult to formulate the words the more real the discussion was becoming, โ€œhuman pet?โ€
He chuckled lowly in response, takes a moment to think before answering, โ€œOne might think to say comfort, but the word sounds far too optimistic. I imagine stress relief would be a more suitable term.โ€
โ€œIโ€™m not sure I understandโ€ฆโ€ but you do, just donโ€™t want to admit it.
โ€œGood lord, you really are dull,โ€ he brought a hand to your side, โ€œDo you need me to demonstrate it for you?โ€
Itโ€™s not a question and youโ€™re given no time to respond when he pulled himself onto the examination table. His body loomed over you, his shadow casting everything in darkness. You swallowed, thickly and muscles tensed. He hooked his fingers onto the waistband of your pants, pulling them off. The cold air left goosebumps on your exposed thighs and you began to panic. There was that fight in you he was talking about. But before you could wiggle your way out from under him, another arm - massive, purple - pinned you down by the throat. Then another just like that one pinned your right wrist, then your left.ย 
He makes quick work in removing your underwear and pulling them with your pants down to your ankles. You were completely exposed, body shaking and breathing becoming increasingly more difficult. He hums, warm and curious, like he had never seen something quite like what he was seeing now. You feel a glossy, slick finger rubbing the inside of your thigh. Itโ€™s cold and you flinch at the touch and you hear a smallย oh. It seemed like he was experimenting with you, observing the limits of the human body.ย 
That same glossy finger stretched the entrance of your hole, you canโ€™t help the whimper that escaped your lips. It burned, fire building higher and higher the deeper he pushed inside of you. It was worse when he pulled back, the emptiness making you need something to fill it but wanting anything but to feel that burning sensation. He brought another finger inside, and it felt impossibly tight. If he were human, the pressure mightโ€™ve suffocated his skin. But the tightness wasnโ€™t an issue as he kept pumping in and out of you.ย 
The sensation started as painful as the burning soreness on your throat, but the more adjusted your body had become, the less painful it was. Your whimpers began to die down, becoming breathy sighs. It seems that wasnโ€™t enough for Ramattra because he curled his fingers up into you and elicited a scream, both in pleasure and in pain. It felt good, he hit somewhere deep inside of you that you hadnโ€™t reached before.ย 
โ€œLike that, did you?โ€ his tone was different than ever before. It was playful, like speaking to a dog. A pet.ย 
You breath comes out in a stutter, trying to recover from that sudden feeling. It hits you again, making your eyelids flutter. He curled into you deeper, and then began to scissor his fingers into you. You could feel a knot forming in your core and shamefully your hips followed the motion of his fingers. The last place in the world you wanted to be fingered until you were a drooling mess would be in some omnicโ€™s lair, but fuck did it feel good having Ramattraโ€™s cool, slick metal fingers pumping in and out of you.ย 
โ€œPlease,โ€ you whine, โ€œIโ€™m so closeโ€ฆโ€
โ€œAre you?โ€ he spreads his fingers inside of you again, stretching you and you pray for something to fill the emptiness, โ€œGood.โ€
He stops, pulls out of you and the air feels so much colder. Your hips roll instinctually, searching for some sort of friction to get you off, but you donโ€™t find any. Left high and dry, desperate. Ramattraโ€™s large, purple hands keep you in place but he lifts his body off of the table. But your body craves for him, for the release that only he can give you.ย 
โ€œPlease!โ€ you almost scream it, and your cheeks become red with shame. You didnโ€™t even recognize your voice. But Ramattra wasnโ€™t impressed, even his larger hands left your body.ย 
โ€œThatโ€™s enough satisfaction for you today,โ€ he pulled you by the wrist off of the table, clothes still pooled around your ankles, โ€œYou havenโ€™t earned the right, understand?โ€
Your mind was so pliable in that instance, you would say anything that might get his fingers back into you, โ€œYes.โ€
โ€œYes,ย master.โ€
โ€œYes, master.โ€
โ€œGood,โ€ he walks toward you and for a moment you think your plan mustโ€™ve worked, โ€œNow, put your clothes back on, pet.โ€
You do as youโ€™re told, disappointed at the command. Your mind sobers up a bit and youโ€™re starting to realize whatโ€™s really happening. This image that Ramattra had for you to be his comfort slave. Then you remember the sensation you had felt just moments ago. A part of you was eager to enter into this arrangement but the other part of you that could still feel the stinging in your ankle, the dried blood on your skin, was not.ย 
โ€œDoes that gives you a further understanding of what your purpose is?โ€ his voice interrupts your thoughts.ย 
โ€œYes, master.โ€
โ€œThatโ€™s right,โ€ his hand cups your face, squeezes your cheeks, โ€œYou are a toy and I will use you as I please.โ€
You didnโ€™t even know where you were. Your home was destroyed, presumably with everyone that you knew. Could you be considered a prisoner or war? As far as anyone knew, you were dead with the rest of them. There was nowhere for you to go. No one was going to save you. The only option you had now was to pray for the mercy of your captor and buy yourself enough time to escape in one piece.ย 
โ€œYes, master.โ€
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Character lineup of prominant kids in a Riddle School project I've been working on for a long time.
Think I'm going to start calling it Riddle Transferred? Because they're all grown up, they've made the transfer
There's much more to come, but you're allowed this taster.
Canon:
Phil Eggtree: The Phil Eggtree we all know and love, however the guilt and stress of his dream murdering and double abduction have been haunting him.
Phred Whistler: His a little worn and worse for wear, but ever since seeing Phil save the world he's been inspired to live life to the fullest instead of just letting life take him wherever. He's far more motivated than his younger self
Smiley Sundae: With increased pressure with her studies, Smiley's trademark Smile has faded slightly over the years. Her underlying but constant struggle in academic fields has made her question her path for the future, but she'll still lighten up anyone's day with that heart of gold
Zack Kelvin: Despite still learning to deal with his peculiar temperature issues, especially with puberty taking a toll on it, He's definitely become more social after having the opportunity to express himself more without freezing to death. But still lacks crucial social cues. His friends are still helping him with that.
Richy Stud: This pushover has joined the main gang and have been a part of it for a while, serving as the social bridge between the core 4 and the B team of the Riddle Elementary kids he doesn't know them quite as well but still serves as a friendly face. And yes, he collects buttons
Chubb Munch: A gentle giant with a heart of gold. He'll always be a bigger guy comapred to most people, and frankly it never bothered him anyway. But since he vowed to work on his diet his life has never been better
5 08: A little arrogant, but with how charismatic he is it's hard to blame him. His shirt sales have been steady and it serves as more of a hobby than anything else. On good terms with Richy and Phil specifically. He considers Phil his best customer.
Greg Sleep: He's always been a bit distant from his friends, but in all fairness, he's asleep 90% of the time. He remains a bit of an enigma
Joe Kerosene: With his history with the Riddle gang being a rocky middle school life, Joe's not exactly friendly with many of the people he grew up with. He and Phil don't get along at all. Phil considers him an idiot and Joe considers him a snarky prick. He's found company with other people, but he may have bit off more than he can chew
OCs:
Null Rooster-Lea: One of Joe's new 'friends' he's distant, and never seen without a scowl on his face. He's cold, and its better not to cross him
Rodrigo Cwesschyn: Another one of Joe's new friends. He's the son of ex elementary principle Mr. Cwesschyn. Ever since his father has been imprisoned for injuring students, Rodrigo has had to become the man of the house for his mother and siblings. He blames the students that attended Riddle Elementary for his unsteady life.
Cassie Pants: Another part of Joe's group, she's bratty and enjoys messing with people she's directed towards, but she doesn't hold any ill will unlike her friends. She's just a pest, not evil.
Franky Pants: The older brother of Cassie, he isn't interested in the antics and rivalries her little sister gets up to, that's her life to lead. He's pretty friendly, but remains neutral to our protagonists. He just wished his sister made some nicer friends
Kath Penilian : A university student, far removed from the happenings at Riddle High, She's good friends with Richy, meeting over the niche hobby of button collecting. She serves as a friendly, older friend of the Riddle gang, being able to offer an ear to listen and a bit of wisdom.
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Basics of tlhIngan Hol
It's been 40 years, as of 2024, since Star Trek III: The Search for Spock was released. This was the first time people got to hear Marc Okrand's (Okrandian) Klingon.
There were two earlier sources - the Klingon spoken in 1979 in Star Trek: The Motion Picture by Mark Lenard, and the Pocket Books novel "The Final Reflection" by the late John M Ford, which gave us klingonaase terms such as klin zha, komerex zha and the mortal insult tokhe' straav willing slave.
But this was the first time we heard the Klingon we are familiar with: the Klingon of Qapla' and jol yIchu' and So'wI' yIchu'Ha' and qagh.
From this, it took little over a year for The Klingon Dictionary to come out - and that changed everything.
The Klingon Dictionary teaches you the basics. I recommend you get yourself a copy. Get them from World of Books, or from Simon & Schuster direct. Give them your money, not that damnable Quark wannabee running Amazon.
Here is where you can start - where this blog began.
A quick note, and a bit of a pep talk.
The letters of the Klingon alphabet.
(Audio) How each letter is pronounced.
(Audio) The sounds of Klingon.
(image) The pIqaD Klingon script.
Fun Fact: The Klingon language term for Klingon language is tlhIngan Hol.
In this blog, you have all the resources you'll need to learn about Klingon words, such as its nouns, verbs, adverbials, numbers, conjunctions, exclamations, and so on.
It's all juicy stuff, but there is ten years' worth of material to go through, so as I keep digging through the backdated articles, I will be putting them up here.
Qapla'!
Lessons
Here is a master post of links to the 40 tlhIngan Hol Lessons I posted near the start of this blog.
Lesson 01 https://daily-klingon.tumblr.com/post/175446775456/lesson-1-nuqneh Lesson 02 https://daily-klingon.tumblr.com/post/175481520338/lesson-2-klingon-alphabet Lesson 03 https://daily-klingon.tumblr.com/post/175515959610/lesson-3-nouns Lesson 04 https://daily-klingon.tumblr.com/post/175550214445/lesson-4-pronouns Lesson 05 https://daily-klingon.tumblr.com/post/175583074672/lesson-5-verbs-part-1 Lesson 06 https://daily-klingon.tumblr.com/post/175616767690/lesson-6-verbs-part-2 Lesson 07 https://daily-klingon.tumblr.com/post/175654688659/lesson-7-sentences-1-basic-grammar Lesson 08 https://daily-klingon.tumblr.com/post/175684287384/lesson-8-sentences-2-prefixes-1 Lesson 09 https://daily-klingon.tumblr.com/post/175722608132/lesson-9-sentences-3-more-prefixes Lesson 10 https://daily-klingon.tumblr.com/post/175753884887/lesson-10-verb-prefix-tables Lesson 11 https://daily-klingon.tumblr.com/post/175789127315/lesson-11-prefix-practice Lesson 12 https://daily-klingon.tumblr.com/post/175823138190/lesson-12-the-null-prefix Lesson 13 https://daily-klingon.tumblr.com/post/175857197685/lesson-13-giving-commands Lesson 14 https://daily-klingon.tumblr.com/post/175890482710/lesson-14-to-be-or-not-to-be Lesson 15 https://daily-klingon.tumblr.com/post/175924893210/lesson-15-that-is-the-question Lesson 16 https://daily-klingon.tumblr.com/post/175960308740/lesson-16-identity-crisis Lesson 17 https://daily-klingon.tumblr.com/post/175995638975/lesson-17-plurals-1 Lesson 18 https://daily-klingon.tumblr.com/post/176030463767/lesson-18-plurals-2 Lesson 19 https://daily-klingon.tumblr.com/post/176064659769/lesson-19-plurals-3 Lesson 20 https://daily-klingon.tumblr.com/post/176098872201/lessons-20-this-and-that Lesson 21 https://daily-klingon.tumblr.com/post/176132911396/lesson-21-whats-yours-is-mine Lesson 22 https://daily-klingon.tumblr.com/post/176167872136/lesson-22-captain-my-captain Lesson 23 https://daily-klingon.tumblr.com/post/176203846315/lesson-23-plurals-roundup Lesson 24 https://daily-klingon.tumblr.com/post/176239453160/lesson-24-necessary-evil Lesson 25 https://daily-klingon.tumblr.com/post/176276543408/lesson-25-there-is-a Lesson 26 https://daily-klingon.tumblr.com/post/176312738185/lesson-26-if-then Lesson 27 https://daily-klingon.tumblr.com/post/176346831056/lesson-27-open-questions-1 Lesson 28 https://daily-klingon.tumblr.com/post/176381795536/lesson-28-open-questions-2 Lesson 29 https://daily-klingon.tumblr.com/post/176417408536/lesson-29-open-questions-3 Lesson 30 https://daily-klingon.tumblr.com/post/176455516255/lesson-30-open-questions-4 Lesson 31 https://daily-klingon.tumblr.com/post/176491286423/lesson-31-open-questions-5 Lesson 32 https://daily-klingon.tumblr.com/post/176563184226/lesson-32-while Lesson 33 https://daily-klingon.tumblr.com/post/176598282790/lesson-33-before-and-when Lesson 34 https://daily-klingon.tumblr.com/post/176632537218/lesson-34-noun-suffixes Lesson 35 https://daily-klingon.tumblr.com/post/176669451460/lesson-35-verb-suffixes Lesson 36 https://daily-klingon.tumblr.com/post/176706751130/lesson-36-numbers Lesson 37 https://daily-klingon.tumblr.com/post/176743531383/lesson-37-the-a-which-b Lesson 38 https://daily-klingon.tumblr.com/post/176781246045/lesson-38-proverbs Lesson 39 https://daily-klingon.tumblr.com/post/176815724043/lesson-39-adverbials Lesson 40 https://daily-klingon.tumblr.com/post/176851881273/lesson-40-conjunctions
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