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graciepasty · 3 months ago
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Nosferatu. Dir. Robbert Eggers (2024).
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bastardofharrenhal · 2 months ago
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no ok sorry watched nosferatu yesterday im still thinking about it, ellen and count orlok
their relationship can be interpreted in so many ways; as sexual abuse of a child which spirals as ellen grows, being attracted to your abuser and feeling a connection to them, as ellen finally embracing the 'darkness' her society shunned (the violence, the lust, the hunger and the queerness), as count orlok introducing ellen to the world of pleasure when she was younger or being the thing that took advantage of said youth and inexperience. none of those readings are less valid than the other and thats exactly whats so enchanting about them
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ava-deb · 4 months ago
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Does evil come from within us, or from beyond? NOSFERATU (2024) dir. Robert Eggers
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nightprompts · 3 months ago
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&. 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
(  dialogue  prompts  taken  from  nosferatu  (2024),  directed  by  robert  eggers.  feel  free  to  edit  and  change  as  you  seem  fit.  ) 
❛ come to me. ❜
❛ a guardian angel. a spirit of comfort. spirit of any celestial sphere. anything. hear my call. ❜
❛ you wakened me from an eternity of darkness. ❜
❛ you are not for the living. you are not for human kind. ❜
❛ and shall you be one with me ever-eternally? ❜
❛ come here. there’s nothing to be afraid of. ❜
❛ i wish i could stay, my love. ❜
❛ why have you killed these beautiful flowers? ❜
❛ i must tell you my dream. ❜
❛ i’d never been so happy as that moment… as i held hands with death. ❜
❛ i wish you to have all you deserve. ❜
❛ you mustn’t leave. i love you too much. ❜
❛ i will stay with you until you are fast asleep. ❜
❛ uh, forgive me. i only wish to stay one night. ❜
❛ by god’s name, never speak of that castle. ❜
❛ i banish you, i banish you with garlic. ❜
❛ beware of his shadow. ❜
❛ the shadow covers you in a nightmare. ❜
❛ you are late. the midnight hour has passed. ❜
❛ i wish you to do as i request. ❜
❛ i will be addressed as the honor of my blood demands it.❜
❛ speak not of it again! ❜
❛ take heed what you do. ❜
❛ i might ease your wound. ❜
❛ come by the fire. ❜
❛ your face shows you unwell. ❜
❛ do you ever feel at times as if you were not… as if you were not a person? ❜
❛ look at the sky. look at the sea. does it never call to you, urge you? ❜
❛ you are fortunate in your love. ❜
❛ now are we neighbors. ❜
❛ it is late. you must wish to retire. ❜
❛ i have been enduring the most irregular dreams. i fear i am taken ill. ❜
❛ it is a black omen to journey in poor health. you will remain and well rest yourself. ❜
❛ dream of me. only me. ❜
❛ oh, he’s coming to me. ❜
❛ i cannot resist you, my love. ❜
❛ i am no one. i am his servant. ❜
❛ look, this is a pretty one. his lordship likes the pretty ones… ❜
❛ you are lost in his shadow. ❜
❛ soon i will no longer be a shadow to you. ❜
❛ soon our flesh shall embrace and we shall be as one. ❜
❛ i have not failed your lordship! ❜
❛ embrace me, my boy. i am so rejoiced to see you. ❜
❛ my dear creature, yes, i am he, and i am hither come to help you. ❜
❛ my dreams grow darker. ❜
❛ does evil come from within us or from beyond? ❜
❛ i shall persist to join you every night… first in sleep, then in your arms. ❜
❛ everything will be mixed with abomination, and you’ll be knee-deep in blood. ❜
❛ you are promised to me! ❜
❛ i will end this plague. this devil. ❜
❛ he hasn’t found you. ❜
❛ i feared i’d never see you again. ❜
❛ you shall crave of me nothing. ❜
❛ the bells of dawn shall toll in despair of my coming. and i shall taste of you. ❜
❛ pray, forgive me for all the troubles i have caused you. ❜
❛ i am only glad you have become yourself again. ❜
❛ may i… stay with you tonight? ❜
❛ this creature is a force more powerful than evil. it is death itself. ❜
❛ i have seen things in this world that would’ve made isaac newton crawl back into his mother’s womb. ❜
❛ i have wrestled with the devil as jacob wrestled the angel in peniel. ❜
❛ if we are to tame darkness, we must first face that it exists. ❜
❛ i have felt you crawling like a serpent in my body. ❜
❛ love is inferior to you. ❜
❛ i told you, you are not of humankind. ❜
❛ i am an appetite. nothing more. ❜
❛ i lay within the darkest pit. till you did wake me, enchantress, and stirred me from my grave. ❜
❛ you are my affliction. ❜
❛ i care nothing of your afflictions. ❜
❛ yet even now we are fated. ❜
❛ your passion is bound to me. ❜
❛ you cannot love. ❜
❛ yet i cannot be sated without you. ❜
❛ remember how once we were? ❜
❛ i abhor you. ❜
❛ i will leave you three nights. tonight was the first. ❜
❛ tonight you denied yourself, and thereby, you suffer me to vanish up the lives of those you love. ❜
❛ you revel in my torture. ❜
❛ upon the third night, you will submit, or he you call your husband shall perish by my hand. ❜
❛ till you bid me come shall you watch the world become as naught. ❜
❛ tell me, what is this insufferable darkness? ❜
❛ nothing you can say will shake me, for there is a devil in this world, and i have met him. ❜
❛ i’ve brought this evil upon us. ❜
❛ i sought company. i sought… tenderness, and i called out. ❜
❛ at first, it was sweet. i had never known such bliss. yet it turned to torture. ❜
❛ it was you that gave me the courage to be free of my shame. ❜
❛ he took me as his lover then, and now he has come back. ❜
❛ all my sleeping thoughts are of him every night. ❜
❛ don’t touch me! i am not to be touched. ❜
❛ i’ll be good. i promise. ❜
❛ you could never please me as he could. ❜
❛ yes! take me! ❜
❛ kiss me. kiss my heart. ❜
❛ let him see. let him see our love. ❜
❛ without you, i will become a demon. ❜
❛ you’re safe with me. ❜
❛ keep away from me. i am unclean. ❜
❛ he will murder you if i do not go to him. ❜
❛ kill him i will. he shall never harm you again. ❜
❛ i can weep no longer, for i have no more tears to shed. ❜
❛ the grim reaper wields his heavy scythe with every change of wind. ❜
❛ the monster left you to the wolves, yet you prevailed. ❜
❛ his pull to me is so powerful, so terrible, yet my spirit cannot be evil as his. ❜
❛ we must know evil to be able to destroy it. ❜
❛ you are our salvation. ❜
❛ i bid you, come to me. ❜
❛ your oath re-pledged. so too shall be our flesh. you are mine. ❜
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petercushings · 2 months ago
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Does evil come from within us, or from beyond?
NOSFERATU (2024) dir. Robert Eggers
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vampirecorleone · 2 months ago
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"Professor, my dreams grow darker. Does evil come from within us, or from beyond?" Nosferatu (2024) dir. Robert Eggers
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metamorphesque · 1 month ago
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I love dissecting Frodo's ("Lord of the Rings") personality and character arc through a Jungian lens, even if only as an amateur.
The One Ring, as an external object, represents the hidden darkness within all beings. It does not simply impose evil from the outside; rather, it reveals what already exists within, amplifying the ring bearer's deepest, often unconscious, desires for power, control, or survival. I see the Ring as both the Collective and the Personal Shadow in Jungian terms — a manifestation of the darkness that resides not only in individuals, but in all of Middle-earth.
By carrying the Ring, Frodo is in constant confrontation with his own Shadow — the hidden, darker aspects of the self, which Jung defines as "the thing a person has no wish to be". His journey, to me, is the psychological equivalent of undergoing Shadow work: he is forced to look into the abyss of his own nature, to confront his potential for greed, corruption, and even cruelty.
Unlike (my dear) Boromir, who denies his own susceptibility and is thus consumed by it, Frodo is well aware of his vulnerability. He knows what the Ring could turn him into, which is why he resists the temptation to use it. He has glimpsed the depths of his Shadow and understands its power. Because of this, he refuses to arm it. He knows that once he hands his Shadow a weapon, it may never let go. Thus, both in the books and in the movies, Frodo has not killed anyone. Professor Tolkien makes sure to remind us of it in "The Scouring of Shire".
Yet true individuation does not come from merely resisting the Shadow but from integrating it — acknowledging its presence without being ruled by it. This is the essence of Frodo’s transformation.
At the beginning of his journey, his understanding of morality is simplistic: good vs evil, deserving vs undeserving. He believes justice is about giving people what they “deserve". We can see this in "The Shadow of the Past" of "The Fellowship of the Ring".
'What a pity that Bilbo did not stab that vile creature, when he had a chance!'
But as he carries the Ring (undergoes the shadow work), he realizes that the line between good and evil is not external — it runs through his own soul (subconscious).
By the time he returns to the Shire, he has changed in ways that make it impossible for him to reintegrate.
His final refusal to kill the ruffians and Saruman (in "The Scouring of Shire"), even after Saruman tries to stab him, shows the full "glory" of his transformation. He could act in anger, but he knows that doing so would only feed the very Shadow he has spent so long confronting. He has seen the full potential of The Shadow (both collective and his own), and thus, he does not wish to "entertain" it but arming it.
‘All the same,’ said Frodo to all those who stood near, ‘I wish for no killing; not even of the ruffians, unless it must be done, to prevent them from hurting hobbits.’
But even as Saruman passed close to Frodo a knife flashed in his hand, and he stabbed swiftly. The blade turned on the hidden mail-coat and snapped. A dozen hobbits, led by Sam, leaped forward with a cry and flung the villain to the ground. Sam drew his sword. ‘No, Sam!’ said Frodo. ‘Do not kill him even now. For he has not hurt me. And in any case I do not wish him to be slain in this evil mood. He was great once, of a noble kind that we should not dare to raise our hands against. He is fallen, and his cure is beyond us; but I would still spare him, in the hope that he may find it.’ Saruman rose to his feet, and stared at Frodo. There was a strange look in his eyes of mingled wonder and respect and hatred. ‘You have grown, Halfling,’ he said. ‘Yes, you have grown very much. You are wise, and cruel. You have robbed my revenge of sweetness, and now I must go hence in bitterness, in debt to your mercy. I hate it and you! Well, I go and I will trouble you no more. But do not expect me to wish you health and long life. You will have neither. But that is not my doing. I merely foretell.’ "The Scouring of the Shire", "The Return of the King"
Frodo has ventured deeper into himself than most ever will, and though he has integrated his Shadow, the wounds remain. This is why he cannot stay — his journey has taken him beyond what the Shire represents.
Jungian individuation is the process of becoming a whole, integrated self — embracing both the conscious and unconscious aspects of one’s being. Frodo reaches this stage, but at a cost: wholeness does not mean happiness. His burden has re-shaped and changed him irrevocably, and though he has gained wisdom and knowledge of his "full" self, he has lost the ability to live as he once did.
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bookshelfdreams · 6 months ago
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What is your Hogwarts house?
yk, I always thought it was a shame that we (here on the Overanalyzing Dumb Pop Media website) consider HP a forbidden topic; or rather, have collectively decided that, because its author is an idiot transphobe, it is unworthy of discussion. There are so many things worthy of discussion about it, about what it believes in, what roles it assigns to people, why it ultimately fails in delivering its message.
Actually, the houses are a big part of that.
What is evil in the world of HP? Not what the text says outright, not the lip-service it pays to Fascism Bad! No, what is shown as evil? What marks an evil person, and in contrast, a good one? (Aside from superficial and again, obvious traits like cruelty or intolerance)
The defining trait of the "evil" house is ambition and cunning - and intelligence. Ravenclaw might not be "the villain", but the characters placed here, when they feature at all, are often morally ambiguous or downright antagonistic. The big bad villain comes from devastating poverty, just like the secondary villain.
What does HP believe in? Well, underlying seems to be the assumption that it is inherently suspicious to want to rise above one's station. It is fine for characters to explore and make use of their natural gifts, but it is wrong and a mark of evil to have ambitions beyond that. Wanting to be better is fueled by bitterness and jealousy; in HP, you either have innate talent, or you're a fraud and a villain.
This isn't something that's put in consciously, I am almost certain of that. Rather, it stems from a cultural background, where everyone ought to stay within their class. Where good fortune, wealth and talent is a mark of God's favour, and trying to achieve better status despite not being born into it, is hubris that ought to be punished.
Now, on the surface, HP obviously rejects this. Harry himself grows up a destitute, abused orphan! Doesn't he?
But he is lifted from his old life when he learns that he was always special. Fate has marked him favourably. He is innately talented in all the right ways, and he's heir to a fortune.
Contrasting that, there's Ron, whose family is actually poor, but who bear poverty gracefully. Who would, of course, never accept charity! And who's father could have had a better, more lucrative carreer, but never had because he enjoys working in his deadend position so much! (And then look at Ron's brothers: The twins find success and a fortune by exploring their innate talents, seemingly without too much care for financial gain. Percy, otoh, who actually has career ambitions, is painted as shallow and selfish for it.)
Even of the protagonists, the one who is the most hardworking - Hermione - is also the most ruthless, even cruel and dangerous at times. And she is allowed to work for success only because all her motivation is purely academic (and also rooted in poor self-esteem). She studies for a love of studying, and because she is terrified of failure. Not because she wants to be the best.
Being the best is something you simply are. Not something you work for.
On the surface level, HP is about defeating fascism. But the whole framework of HP, its underlying worldview, is far more compatible to that of fascism than antifascim. Voldemort kind of has a point! In HP, muggles are constantly portrayed as clueless and idiotic not-people who are needlessly cruel and intolerant towards wizards. Voldemort's offense isn't thinking wizards are inherently better - the narrative believes this too - it's that he's going to far. He's targeting other wizards and that's inacceptable.
Because in the world of HP, the traits and talents you're born with determine your worth as a person. They're the mark of goodness and achieving success beyond your "station", that's evil.
In the world of HP, not everyone is born free and equal. From birth, it is determined whether you're good or evil, and that's unchangeable (which is why there's so little character development in the entire book series). Redemption is impossible. At 11 years old, your character is declared in front of everyone, and this is unchangeable.
So, to answer your question: idk, man. I'm 35, I'm beyond that age when you want to categorize yourself into a neat little box. I don't think people can be easily divided into "brave heros", "loyal servants", "kinda suspicious nerds", and "evil masterminds", we're more complicated than that.
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jannwrites · 4 months ago
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film ask meme : NOSFERATU (2024) directed by ROBERT EGGERS.
a selection of lines from the 2024 film nosferatu. modified for rp purposes.
you are not for the living. you are not for human kind.
do you swear it?
come here. there is nothing to be afraid of.
today is of the utmost importance for us.
it will be a great adventure for you.
why have you killed these beautiful flowers?
i must tell you my dream.
standing before me, all in black, was Death.
the stench of their bodies was horrible.
i had never been so happy as that moment, as i held hands with Death.
never speak these things aloud. never.
i wish you to have all you deserve.
it's worth celebrating your adventure. i envy you.
i fear their past melancholy is returning.
don't let them feed me to the monster!
remember, it's all for us.
you bring trouble with you.
beware his shadow. the shadow covers you in a nightmare.
you are late. the midnight hour is passed.
i fear we yet keep close many superstitions here that may seem backward to someone of your high learning.
they exhumed a corpse.
i might ease your wound.
come by the fire. your face shows you unwell.
why ever did you bring that here?
what can cheer this poor humor, my love?
do you ever feel, at times, as if you were not a person?
we all feel out of sorts, set apart, at times. small or alone.
you are fortunate in your love.
it is a black omen to journey in poor health.
no one. i am no one.
he loves the pretty ones best.
you are lost in his shadow.
remain here. his evil cannot enter this house of God.
soon i will be no more a shadow to you.
your spirit was never enough.
no matter. i miscalculated the stars.
hermes will not render my black sulfur gold this evening.
do not revel what is sacred to dogs.
does evil come from within us or from beyond?
this evil, what it it is, how it has been summoned - unleashed - i know not.
there is a dread storm rising.
your bond shall not survive me.
it is a force more powerful than evil. it is death itself.
i have wrestled with the devil as jacob wrestled the angel in peniel.
if we are to tame darkness, we must first face that it exists.
i told you, you are not of human kind.
i am an appetite. nothing more.
i cannot be sated without you.
remember how once we were?
you have never liked me.
nothing you can say will shake me - for there is a devil in this world, and i have met him.
don't touch me. i am not to be touched.
the grim reaper wields his heavy scythe with every change of wind.
your horror has rent our hearts, but you must hear us.
these nightmares do exist! they exist!
the monster left you to the wolves, and yet you prevailed.
we must know evil to be able to destroy it. we must discover it within ourselves.
i need no salvation.
you will put an end to all of this?
i feel his hold upon me this night.
i am ready. i bid you, come to me.
i relinquished him my soul.
god is beyond our morals.
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sansaorgana · 5 months ago
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— HUMBLED (I)
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PART TWO
PAIRING — Sauron x fem!Vala!Reader // Morgoth x fem!Vala!Reader
SUMMARY — Grown tired of living in your sister's shadow, you offered yourself to the one whom she had rejected once – Melkor. You regretted it quickly as he turned out to be a cruel lover and you became the very first subject of his twisted tortures meant to reshape one's spirit. In his eyes you were nothing by Varda's shadow but in the eyes of Mairon the Maia you have always been the only and the most holy goddess. When his master is gone, he can finally get close to you.
AUTHOR’S NOTE — I had two ideas for Sauron with Morgoth's ex and honestly? I will probably write one more because I like the other idea a lot, too. This fic is quite dark because of the nature of Reader's relationship with Morgoth. Not gonna lie, it was a challenge to write a Reader who is a literal Goddess but Sauron himself inspired me to explore this dynamic when he seemed to be so proud of the fact that it was a God himself torturing him... 👀 The Reader in this fic is a Vala (and Varda's sister but she remains undescribed as well), so she changes her appearance like Sauron does but I am not describing any of her forms in any details. In the next part there will be some goo/blob!Sauron + Halbrand and in this part our favourite ginger loser makes his comeback! 🦊 Apparently, I can't write him as a dom... 😂 Well, surely not with someone who is so much above him. Huge thanks to @dinsbeskar once more because we were brainstorming about this idea together. ⭐ Special thanks to @olchr-1 as well! 💚 PS – I haven't described how Morgoth looks like either but I imagine him as a tall, black haired hottie like on the fanarts. 💀😂 There is also a slight mention of the Reader being originally promised to Aulë, which was inspired by the story of Hephaestus and Aphrodite.
WARNINGS — Reader is evil (reshaped by Morgoth but not completely evil), domestic abuse (with Morgoth), mentions of Sauron and Reader being tortured by Morgoth, SMUT, sub!Sauron
WORD COUNT — 4,330
🔞 THIS FIC IS 18+ 🔞
ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.
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HUMBLED (I)
The very first thing you remembered was beholding your sister Varda being crowned one of the mightiest of the Valier and Queen of the Valar, Queen of the Stars, a beauty beyond the description of Men and Elves. So pure to reject Melkor and marry his brother Manwë instead – King of the Valar.
You followed your sister nearly everywhere, hoping to bask in her light but it never seemed to be enough to make you feel warm. You were greedy – at first, you were jealous of her husband and insisted on her spending more time with you than with him, striving for all of her affection. Once you realised that it was a lost cause, you began to detest Manwë.
You watched Varda situate the stars in the heavens above Arda as if they were jewels and you were the one setting them alight with the fire burning within you for they could lighten up the firmament. You were responsible for the treacherous element that the fire was – useful in many ways but also dangerous if not used correctly or with malicious intent.
Aulë The Smith began to court you as he watched you set the stars on fire. He was dreaming of how perfectly you two would go together if you were to fuel the fire inside his forge – the source of all his creation would come from you.
Everyone, including your sister, was encouraging you to become his wife for his heart was of a noble kind. Your own heart remained unsure but you wished to marry as well instead of only watching Varda and Manwë sharing a bond you could only dream of. Aulë, however, was not who you were dreaming about.
It was Melkor that you were drawn to; Manwë’s powerful brother, the very same whom your sister had rejected once and he had grown to resent her. You were observing him often because he fascinated you and you probably were the only one amongst the Valar who understood him. You were outcasts, both of you, but you were better at hiding it.
He was sometimes observing you as well, from the corner of his eye. You could feel his gaze on you and you knew that he had to feel the same way you did – he could see the malice inside of your heart for his was the same.
Whenever you would spend time with Varda dancing in the flower fields, you could feel Melkor creeping in the shadows and watching. Of course, he was there for your sister but still, some of his gazes were reserved for you only.
Therefore, on the eve of your wedding to Aulë, you forsake the light and seeked the shadow as you sneaked out of the palace you lived in and you found yourself knocking upon Melkor’s doors. There was no fear inside of you, only pure determination.
And you knew you could never replace your sister; your power was a mere shadow of hers. Yet, you offered yourself to Melkor on that night and he took you in, claimed you as his own and made you his bride. Before dawn, together, you fled from Arda for some time, leaving behind sorrow and dismay.
Your sister was most grieved by your betrayal. Alongside her, Aulë descended into a state of melancholy until Manwë mentioned to him the possibility of courting Yavanna instead and The Fruit-Giver became his wife – that union became one of harmony and love unlike the one you would have with The Smith.
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You always fascinated Mairon the most – (Y/N), Mother of Flames, Aulë’s lost love. As his disciple, Mairon observed you humbly before and he knew his master’s heart enough to know that Aulë would always feel bitter towards you. Yavanna was his love match but she could not fuel the fire inside his forge and become the source of his creation.
What a source of inspiration you were for Mairon, though. The same way others worshipped Varda, Mairon worshipped you. Everytime he stared at the fire inside the forge, your image was all he could think of as the thought of you lingered in his mind constantly. You were long gone from Arda after eloping with Melkor but he hoped it was not yet over, that he would see you again. In the early days, when his spirit was still pure, he often fantasised about you being taken back by the Valar and forgiven by them, so he could build altars for you amongst the kins that would yet awake to inhabit Arda.
Some of his bolder daydreams were about another form of punishment for you – he would have you humbled in the name of redemption, bound to a lowly Maia. He meant himself, of course. He imagined the Mother of Flames becoming the source of his creation, fueling the fire within his forge and watching over his craft as his very own wife. He wondered how jealous Aulë would be then and how humiliated you would be, yet he was certain he could make you happy and fix the malice of your spirit with his undying love and endless devotion.
And perhaps that blasphemous dreams of Mairon the Maia, bold in their insolence, would be a kinder fate for both of you and the whole Arda. Because, in the meantime, you were starting to realise with bitter clarity why you should have stayed away from Melkor, the Dark Lord, in the first place.
In his greatness, he dwelt in solitude and his mind remained ungraspable for you. He would rarely let you inside to allow you to see the world the way he perceived it. Though he desired you, it was not as an equal, neither as companion nor as lover. And even in his desire, there was contempt, too, because as Varda’s sister you were a reminder of her rejection, which still lingered within your husband as a wound unhealed. And your beauty, your power, your holiness… They were nothing but pale echoes of your sister’s qualities; faint reflections of her no matter how hard you tried. And each one of your failures to meet Melkor’s towering expectations was met with your husband’s wrath.
None among his servants who would later know him as a cruel master ever dared to complain about his punishments in your presence because you were his first subject of torment, his earliest experiment in reshaping the will of another and they knew that you survived things they could barely think of. You were a Vala and you could endure the worst treatment, therefore in your suffering he reshaped you in ways that would shatter even the mighty Maiar. Melkor forged you anew and twisted your already spoiled essence to his dark design.
Alone in his presence you felt belittled and humbled. But by his side before others, you were exalted and invincible – cloaked in the might of his dominion – and that illusion of power became intoxicating. For allowing you to get sedated with such greatness was enough to worship him like he was Eru himself and out of all your offerings, he loved that devotion the most about you.
To be his wife was not easy – it was a torment and perhaps you were burdened with the most difficult fate out of all the Valar. Yet, it was what you had chosen willingly for yourself and you carried this responsibility with pride, trying not to think too much of the life you could have lived instead. You were made for much bigger things than spending your whole lifetime resting in the sunlight and being followed by the forest animals like some of the Valar ladies were. No, you were aiming for greatness and the price for it was pain.
When Mairon came to your husband’s service, you sensed immediately the amount of his worship and devotion towards you. You sometimes wondered if the Maia joined Melkor for him and his power or were you the real reason for his spirit’s betrayal. His devotion amused you but you offered him no kindness as his yearning for your favour was met with cold indifference. Even though he was desperate for more of it, he should know better and be grateful for your rejection. Because if Melkor would realise the true nature of Mairon’s feelings, he would not go easy on him and his wrath would be merciless. 
Sometimes you wondered how it was possible that Melkor could not sense Mairon’s admiration for you. Perhaps he thought of it as something innocent – something expected from his servants to feel towards his Queen. Perhaps he thought of it as silly and pathetic, unworthy of his attention, because he knew you would never humiliate yourself to betray him for a servant.
Or perhaps your husband cared about you even less than you suspected.
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After Melkor’s defeat, you were hiding inside your fortress in the North from the wrath of the Valar. Your husband’s absence was welcomed by you with relief but also a huge emptiness within your soul. You had been his companion for ages and to be left alone now felt oddly wrong. Many of the creatures of darkness expected you to take the leadership but you stepped away instead, wishing for a calmer and more peaceful time at least. 
The power you had once craved now was something you dreaded. Your husband’s ways had drained you nearly completely, you were a shell of your old self. You wanted nothing but to crawl inside a hole and spend another eternity there, resting as a person unknown to the outside world. 
Mairon was the one who took all the responsibilities upon his shoulders and while committing to his duties, he would always emphasise he was fulfilling them in your name. Forever a servant he would remain. 
Now, without Melkor’s eyes observing him constantly, he gained more courage to bask in the remains of your corrupted light. You sensed his gaze on you wherever you would go.
Your wish, however, was to go much further away and Mairon knew about it, which was worrying him. He was trying his best – nearly desperately – to reunite your husband’s armies and dark creatures of the shadows, to become their leader and build a realm for you to rule over. To become worthy of you.
“My Lady,” he kneeled as he approached you and he kept his eyes low although you knew he dared to look up here and there, too tempted not to lay his gaze on you. “Please, grant me an audience,” he pleaded.
“You wish for an audience, Mairon? But is it not you preparing to get crowned very soon, my cunning spirit? Soon it shall be me asking for your audience,” you teased him and he looked up, his eyes filled with panic. Melkor would punish him for such schemes but you were not him and his influence was upon you no more. 
“I might crown myself the new Dark Lord, my Lady, but I would never consider myself to be above my Goddess,” he confessed and you smiled sadly as you approached him to grab him by his chin.
He swallowed thickly out of fear but his eyes remained soft, filled with nothing but pure admiration. In Melkor’s eyes you had been Varda’s unworthy shadow. Perhaps no one had ever perceived you with such devotion as Mairon.
“I shall build you altars in my realm; in every village, every town, every city. And in the capital of my kingdom where I will reside, I shall build a temple where you can find your peace,” he breathed out. “Just, please, do not abandon me.”
Your soft smile turned into a smirk when you let go of his chin and moved your hand to his ginger hair to caress it softly like he was your pet.
“I must, Mairon. When you build your temple for me, though, then I might come back to reside there. But until then, we must part,” you insisted and walked away at the sight of his eyes getting wet.
“Will they ever follow me without you by my side?” He asked, unsurely.
“They will not. Not all of them. Can you not see that it is a cursed path, destined to become a failure, to follow Melkor’s steps?” You turned around to look at his face once more. “Run away with me, Mairon. Forsake this realm, forsake your schemes,” you proposed and he gasped, visibly contemplating his answer. But the sparkles faded away from his eyes very quickly.
“No,” he shook his head. “I must stay and heal Middle-earth. I cannot abandon its people because of my own selfish desire,” he resisted you as you chuckled at that.
“You are no god, then, Mairon. Gods do whatever they wish. Spirits like you were created to serve,” you teased, cruelly as you sat on your armchair and he moved uncomfortably, looking away, but he remained kneeling and humbled.
“Allow me to serve you then, Mother of Flames,” he dared to whisper, nearly inaudibly, his breath shaky and lips trembling.
You tilted your head, thinking about his words. You would leave this realm soon, perhaps forever. He surely deserved a little treat before your departure for all the worship and devotion he had been gifting you with. And you deserved to give in to desires of your flesh as well after all the treatment your husband had given you.
“Come to me,” you ordered, harshly. You watched him trying to stand up slowly but you quickly stopped him. “On your hands and knees,” you explained.
Mairon glanced up at you as if he could not believe the amount of humiliation you would put him through now. It was true that back in the day you had often contrasted with Melkor’s cruelty but now Melkor was no more and you had been taught the craft by the very master of it.
Perhaps his influence was still upon you and it would remain there forever. 
You waited with an eyebrow raised and Marion gave up eventually, crawling on the floor towards you. He might have been humiliated and embarrassed but his eagerness was obvious in the way his eyes sparkled at the sight of your legs getting closer and closer to him. And when he was nearly in front of them, you opened them slightly as he gasped and looked up at you with admiration. He could not believe the access you had just given him while you smirked at his obedience.
“Serve me, Mairon,” you requested, wickedly. “Let my taste remain on your lips and might you never forget it while you build your kingdom in my name. I will come back to you then, my sweet, unless the Valar find and imprison me before,” you leaned in to caress his cheek with your finger gently.
“I shall fight them then. No matter how much it takes, I will release you and bind you to me instead,” he whispered.
“Bold of you, mighty Maia, to speak of such matters,” you let out a laugh. “Even as the greatest of your kind, you would still only be gifted with a mere shadow of my powers. We will never be equal, Mairon,” you reminded him and his eyes welled with even more tears at such a harsh reminder.
He cursed Eru himself for creating him as such a low spirit because this way he could never be worthy of you and to be able to walk by your side as your equal was all he had ever wanted.
“Let it be then… Anything to be close to you, my Lady,” he cooed. “Please, allow me to touch you,” he begged as he moved even closer to your legs.
“Proceed,” you nodded and watched him closely, observing his every movement, every gaze, which probably intimidated him even further but you could sense his desire to please you becoming too grand to care about anything else.
His hands wrapped around your ankles and moved up slowly, brushing your skin as the skirts of your dress pulled up, revealing your calves for him to admire. He had never seen them.
Well, perhaps he had. He had often sneaked up on you here and there and you had known about it but welcomed it with nothing but a chuckle as you had been pretending to be oblivious.
However, he had never been so close to them. To you. He crawled up even closer as he planted soft and devoted kisses to your exposed skin. You had never known kisses like these because Melkor had been mostly devouring you, tormenting you, using you. 
Mairon sighed and you felt a shiver go down your spine at the feeling of his fingertips brushing the back of your knees. You slid lower on the armchair as your skirts pulled nearly all the way up, exposing your thighs to him. Your obedient servant gasped and looked up at you once more as if he was asking if that part of you was allowed for him, too.
“Have I told you to stop?” You challenged him and he nodded before burying his head between your soft thighs to kiss and lick them softly, breathing the sweet scent of your skin as if you were the holiness personified.
Wicked thought it was for you were the most corrupted and fallen out of the female Valar and yet you doubted any of them were worshipped with such eagerness as you were now.
“If we never left Valinor and I never followed Melkor,” you breathed out, caressing Mairon’s ginger hair and playing with the delicate strands of his hair between your fingers, “you would be my disciple and we would spend forever in the fields under the sun with you worshipping me, my sweet spirit,” you shared your fantasy with him and he whined at that as he moved his face further and deeper, his nose nudging your glistening cunt as he requested for your legs to open even wider.
“So impatient,” you pointed out and grabbed him by his throat to pull him away. You felt him swallow underneath your hand and then you forced him to look up by grabbing his chin. It was slightly wet already from your leaking cunt and you leaned in to give him a possessive, open-mouth kiss; to taste yourself on him as his eyes widened but he gave in immediately.
While granting him with a kiss he would never forget, you opened your legs further and further, giving him full access to the sweet nectar between your thighs and he whined into your mouth like a brat when he realised what you were doing. He laid his trembling hands on your thighs and moved the folds of your dress even further to the back, making sure your cunt was all exposed for him.
The cold air of the room caused your clit to twitch and swell before his thumb found it and brushed it. Now it was your time to moan into his mouth. You broke the kiss and pressed your forehead to his as you closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths in. Pleasure without pain was an experience brand new for your flesh and you had to steady yourself as he watched in awe.
“A-allow me…” Mairon pleaded and your eyes opened once more as you looked deep into his with a nod.
You laid back in the armchair and watched him with curiosity but also a hint of contempt to see a spirit so mighty humbled like this – perhaps you could understand Melkor more than you had ever expected to be able to but it was truly fascinating and pleasurable to humiliate other spirits. 
To be able to kiss and lick your cunt, to devour it – it was surely a life-changing experience for your sweet Mairon. His usually calm demeanour changed in an instant, reminding you of a hungry hound as he whined and whimpered, lapping on your juices as if it was the sweetest nectar granting him immortality. He was intoxicated as his hands squeezed your thighs to keep them open and allow him to feast eagerly. 
Your body of a goddess allowed you to go on without breaks; a peak after peak as you shivered and trembled, caressing his head and meeting his hazy, devoted gaze once in a while to let him know he was doing good. Your praise meant everything to him for all he had always known was your husband’s reprimands. 
Your flesh could go on and on but your mind of a goddess was a demanding one and soon you grew simply bored of his ministrations, therefore you pushed his head away and crossed your legs, taking away the access from him.
Mairon’s face was flushed, his eyes foggy and skin glistening from sweat and your juices dripping down his chin. He was kneeling and looking up at you mindlessly as if he would follow your every order now, no matter how self-destructive it would be.
“You’ve served me good, Mairon,” you grabbed his chin and smiled at him. “Good servant,” you emphasised.
“P-please,” he whimpered and you furrowed your brow before realising what he begged you for.
His own release.
“Was not your kin created to serve mine? I do not think our creator blessed you with such desires, Mairon. Do not be a dirty liar,” you teased him.
“Please, my Lady,” he whined, desperately.
You sighed and rolled your eyes.
“Alright, then, let me see for myself,” you smirked and pushed him down onto the floor before getting out of your armchair and straddling him like a predator would trap her prey before sinking her teeth into him.
He looked so pretty like this – both excited and turned on but also absolutely terrified of you. You could do everything to him and he had no other way but to accept it. And he knew – he knew very well – that you could be as cruel as Melkor if you only wanted to be.
Melkor’s brutality had been driven by his own whim. Yours would be driven by your revenge for all the centuries of being treated like his dog. Beaten dogs tended to bite deadly and Mairon knew.
“Do not fear me, sweet Mairon. I only want to see for myself if it is true that you have fallen and corrupted yourself so much with your devotion towards me that you have been gifted with desires of the flesh,” you smirked. “Or cursed with them,” you pointed out as your hands worked on his robes and the trousers underneath them swiftly and quickly.
You gasped and laughed when you saw how hard he was already after all those hours he had spent between your legs. He blushed even further and his cheeks were crimson red now like his clothes.
“This must hurt,” you pointed out with a sinister chuckle. “Is it the first time for you?” You asked, brushing his thighs with your fingernails, making him shiver under your touch but refusing to actually pay any attention to his hard and reddened cock with its tip swollen and twitching, leaking precum.
“No,” he confessed, nearly inaudibly.
“Interesting,” you hummed to yourself and leaned in, your face so close to his that your noses brushed. “And what were you doing usually when it happened?”
“Nothing,” Mairon confessed, his face wincing out of shame. “Nothing, my Lady. I would never… I would never dare to…” He gasped after every word, so sweetly desperate and frustrated but not brave enough to ask you to do anything in particular. He would never order you around.
“Oh, my sweet, poor Mairon… You should have come to me each time and I would have helped you,” you grinned at him although you both knew it was not true. None of you would have ever dared to commit such an act behind Melkor’s back. “Do you want me to ease you now?” You asked.
“P-please…”
You reached towards his twitching cock and grabbed his wet length as you watched with cold fascination while he struggled and writhed underneath you. A few pumps of your hand was enough to make him spill himself with a whine, bucking his hips into your hand as you kept jerking him off to make more and more of his seed spurt out. 
His body of a Maia did not need breaks but there was always a limit to how much seed any male flesh could produce. And when you felt he could absolutely do no more, you stopped and watched him catch his breath as you giggled, laying on top of him and intertwining your legs. One of your hands kept caressing his sore and softening cock gently as your other hand pulled his head closer to your chest, burying his face between your breasts and caressing his ginger hair strands.
“Please, do not go… I will be so lost without you,” Mairon looked up to meet your gaze and you smiled sadly at that.
“Do not start again,” you scolded him.
“Can you at least stay for the coronation?” He pleaded but you shook your head.
“No. I must leave tonight, as soon as possible,” you leaned in to kiss his forehead and a short while of silence occurred.
It surprised you greatly but some part of you began craving to take care of him now. As if the sinful act you had just performed with him, which stained you in a way – because what else would you call lowering yourself to pleasing a Maia? – as if it had forged an attachment between you two and bound you to him indeed like he had blasphemously suggested before.
You definitely had to leave and hide from the Valar, seek your own peace of mind. But you knew already that you would be back for your sweet Mairon sooner than both of you expected.
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boypalegalaxy · 3 months ago
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"Does evil come from within us or from beyond?"
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apoloadonisandnarcissus · 19 days ago
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"It’s a Tragedy”
The showrunners have mentioned a couple of times "Rings of Power" is a "tragedy", and even compared it to "Titanic":"if you watch this knowing he [Halbrand] is Sauron from the beginning, then you're going to have this feeling of sickening inevitability as you watch it go towards its inevitable conclusion." Now, was this only about Season 1 or...?
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“We’ve been watching him [Sauron] try to connect over the course of the show. We get that he had this former boss, Morgoth, who had this vision of creating order in Middle-earth, and it didn’t work out. They lost the war. He tried it again with Galadriel, inviting her in. He basically proposed to her, come be with me, be my queen, and let’s rule Middle-earth together. You’re a light to my ambition, peanut butter to my jelly, let’s go. And she said no, she rejected him. So now, he says to Celebrimbor, I don’t have the craftsmanship to make these rings I need to realize my vision, but you do. Come on, let’s do it together. And again, he has this partnership, but it fails. There’s something broken in Sauron, that his partnerships don’t work out. This is yet another rejection and failure to truly connect with another powerful being that could bring to pass a vision with him. I think there’s a genuine mourning, a sense of failure and of loss as he’s seeing Celebrimbor, who could have been his friend. But he couldn’t help but corrupt and manipulate and destroy him, and then he responds to watching him die.” JD Payne | “Lord Of The Rings: Rings Of Power’ Season 2 Finale Q&A: Shocking Deaths, Betrayals & Sauron’s Rise To Rule Middle-earth”
Someone send the Dark Lord into therapy. This Maia is traumatized. “Rings of Power” is out here using the tag “Sauron Needs a Hug”.
And now watch me full woobify Sauron because RoP is giving him the “Gollum treatment”. If the show continues down this road they better give me some character actually emphasizing him and offering him a “second change” or forgiveness (or something), and him fully rejecting it, otherwise this is will be probably one of the most fucked-up messages out there.
Side note; I won’t get into the nonsensical discourse that Halbrand wasn’t “Sauron in repentance” when the showrunners confirmed he was back in 2022, and after Season 1 finale. Why is this even a discussion, is beyond me.
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There’s something in him that is sort of vaguely reminiscent of Gollum, when you watch it again, where you see these two forces driving within him. In some ways, Gollum is to Sauron as Sauron is to Morgoth, a little bit. The One Ring is operative on his consciousness at all times. And even maybe if he tried to turn away from it and be Mairon, the Maiar, who, in the beginning, was good, there's this shadow that has operated upon his soul that he is enslaved to, that you always see, every decision he makes, takes him, in one way, towards the good, but it also takes him towards power. And power is his addiction. Watching back, with that in mind, it's fun to pick apart everything he says, or if he does retreat from the decision he makes. JD Payne | The Rings of Power showrunners discuss, at length, that huge Sauron reveal
Of course, Mairon cannot “help” doing evil because he hasn’t known anything else for thousands upon thousands of years of corruption, violence and destruction. It’s not some random old man he just met telling him to “choose good” that will change that, especially when he doesn’t even know what “good” is, anymore. “Heal yourself”? Easy to say when you got a magic healing ring.
He’s so starved for understanding and validation, he’ll follow anyone who shows a bit of empathy towards him. Diarmid captures his attention when he says: “I know you've suffered. I can see it in your eyes.”; and Galadriel when she tells him “I know something of the pain you carry. I grieve for you”.
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“Rejection” is the word here, as JD Payne said. Everyone is deserving of fellowship, except Sauron, and yes, Gollum (until Frodo emphatizes with him). Everyone rejects him when they find out who he is; he's defined by his past, he has done evil and he can’t ever be anything else, he’s irredeemable, he’s the “shadow of Morgoth”, and, yes, he’s doomed by the narrative into never seeing his redemption attempt through, but in RoP it seems it’s because every character keeps rejecting him and no one will try to show him how to be different or what “good” really is. But this fits Tolkien legendarium, but not Tolkien ideas of redemption.
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Gollum is considered one of the most tragic characters in Tolkien legendarium. He’s a creature trapped between two identities (Smeagol, who he once was, and Gollum, the thing he has become). His story is one of enslavement to an illusion of power (One ring), desperate attempts at redemption, and of ultimate destruction because he can’t let go of his addiction to power/One ring.
But Gollum could have been saved, and for a brief moment it seemed as though he would be. And his downfall is not entirely of his own making, as Tolkien tells us in Letter 181: “The clumsiness in fidelity of Sam was what finally pushed Gollum over the brink, when about to repent”. And, from that moment on, his descent into darkness became inevitable, and there was no turning back for him. 
Tolkien himself actually cried when he wrote the passage where Gollum’s redemption is over:
“Yes, but a story with a message”, continued Lambers, and he argued the moral background of The Lord of the Rings. As an example he took that impressive scene on the border of Mordor, when Gollum bends over the sleeping Frodo, tom between Gollum’s love for the Ring and Smeagol’s word of honour to Frodo not to take it. The crucial element in this scene, according to Lambers, is “distrust” which causes Good to act as Evil. Gollum is mollified by the vulnerability of the sleeping hobbit and is at the point of redemption. But Sam, misguided by the love for his master, intervenes and thus prevents the rebirth of Smeagol. Sam’s goodness makes the goodness of Gollum impossible. And Tolkien answered: “I wept when I wrote that.” 
I’ve said this several times, but based on what Tolkien wrote in his letters, Season 3 will be the end of “fair motives” Sauron. Because, even if he was misguided in Season 2, he still wanted to heal and rehabilitate Middle-earth, which will come to an end. Intention is very important in Tolkien legendarium.
“Sauron was of course not 'evil' in origin. He was a 'spirit' corrupted by the Prime Dark Lord (the Prime sub-creative Rebel) Morgoth. He was given an opportunity of repentance, when Morgoth was overcome, but could not face the humiliation of recantation, and suing for pardon; and so his temporary turn to good and 'benevolence' ended in a greater relapse, until he became the main representative of Evil of later ages. But at the beginning of the Second Age he was still beautiful to look at, or could still assume a beautiful visible shape – and was not indeed wholly evil, not unless all 'reformers' who want to hurry up with 'reconstruction' and 'reorganization' are wholly evil, even before pride and the lust to exert their will eat them up.” (Tolkien Letter 153) 
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"He [Sauron] had gone the way of all tyrants: beginning well, at least on the level that while desiring to order all things according to his own wisdom he still at first considered the (economic) well-being of other inhabitants of the Earth. But he went further than human tyrants in pride and the lust for domination, being in origin an immortal (angelic) spirit." (Tolkien Letter 183)
Season 3 will be when Sauron's "pride and lust for domination" will start to eat him up when he begins to be worshipped as a God by Men, and either at the end of S3 or early S4 (tops) there will be no turning back. Ideas of "healing Middle-earth" will be over because he'll be back into Morgoth's service, and his focus will be on domination and tyranny (think Forodwraith Sauron in 2x01 but worse).
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"No longer will we be hunted as the demons who broke Middle-earth, but rather worshipped as the saviors who finally healed it. By bringing its peoples together, to rule them all as one!"
He’ll never be “wholly evil”, by the way, although he came pretty close in the Third Age, and the reason for this is because Tolkien "do not think that at any rate any 'rational being' is wholly evil” (Letter 183).
What will make him “snap”? What will be the breaking point? That's the question.
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Does evil come from within us, or from beyond?
Nosferatu (2024) dir. Robert Eggers
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"Professor, my dreams grow darker. Does evil come from within us or from beyond?"
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charliemwrites · 1 year ago
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Making this a separate post because the idea has evolved a bit:
(Was talking about this in the discord if it looks familiar)
I’m thinking less of a 1 to 1 Greek god au. I’m thinking it’s more of a theme to their dynamic and in parts of their story.
Johnny is a reincarnation of some ancient, nameless (or many-named) god, associated with dark forces. He’s not evil incarnate. But he is something of a representation of “darker” human nature. Anger, bloodlust, impatience, selfishness.
Persephone!reader, by comparison, is sort of a personification of gentler human nature. Patience, mercy, altruism, gentleness. She is less “awakened” so to speak because her mother has been a major limiting factor in her life. Like, helicopter parent to the extreme.
Persephone!reader goes to her aunt Laswell as a sort of compromise. See the world, the real world, in a controlled sort of way with her aunt watching carefully over her shoulder.
Problem is, no one is expecting the dreams to start as soon as she gets to base. Dreams of a man that scares her as much as tempts her, and encouraging the worst and most selfish of her impulses. She doesn’t tell anyone - why would she? They’re just dreams.
Captain MacTavish scares intimidates her, even though she insists that he doesn’t, looking him in the eye with her chin tilted up defiantly. When he’s on base he finds all sorts of ways to cross her path, sometimes teasing her into an indignant fluster, other times telling her off for “distracting recruits”. Always, always has an eye on her, even if it’s not his own.
Once things come to a head (I haven’t figured out how yet) Persephone!reader insists it isn’t fair. And just because they’ve been something in the past doesn’t mean they have to now.
Johnny, of course, is utterly amused. She’s barely got any idea what’s going on, but sure, she’s going to deny forces beyond life and death.
They strike a deal. When he’s away (for months at a time… a season’s length, even) she can run and hide and do whatever she wants to “escape” him. If he cant find her within a week of coming back, then he’ll leave her be and she’s “free”.
(She scoffs that he’s going to cheat, using her aunt and all of her connections but he just scoffs. As if Laswell would help him over her own niece. And as if he needs the help.)
He always finds her within a day of coming back from a mission. No matter where she is or what her name is. No matter how well she covers her tracks (even with Laswell’s help). He comes to her with gifts.
At first it would be sweet if not for the smirk on his face and the realization that she’s “lost” again. He brings flowers of all kinds, and green plants in little pots. Then it’s a new sweater, a nice coat, a piece of jewelry.
And then… and then they get worse. A bullet is the first sign. It’s just a whole bullet, her name engraved in its side. Then it’s a casing, the bullet clearly having been shot. He tells her it went right between someone’s eyes. The “gifts” become patches from enemy jackets, pretty stones splattered with dried blood, a human tooth.
It’s awful. She hates it. She can’t ever make herself say it (or believe it). And when he’s gone, she physically can’t make herself throw them away. Shes tried and tried, and the last time she put a real effort into it, she ended up on the floor having a panic attack, sobbing and calling Johnny.
(He purrs at her through the phone, gunfire background noise while he soothes her back inside. His voice keeps her company while she makes a tea, readies a bath. Tuts at her to call him again when she’s tucking into bed. She refuses to acknowledge that she does.)
Similarly, she finds herself getting or making things for him. For his inevitable return. Cigars and his favorite whiskey. Making patches for his uniform. A leather bracelet with her initials on a silver charm. A ring with an inlay the color of her eyes. Doesn’t even realize what she’s doing until she’s home or the thing is done. She’ll hide them away for months with no plans of giving them to Johnny. He inevitable finds them within his first week home anyway.
(There’s the one time she bakes for him, humming as she measures and mixes ingredients. Lets him steal tastes from the bowl and lick flour off her cheek. Only realizes what she’s done in a domestic haze when he’s eaten the sweet treat and thanked her for it.)
And when he’s home…
The deal is that when he’s home, he gets to treat her like his. Climbs into her bed, grumbling about pillows being a poor substitute for him. Steps into her shower midway through, ducking his head so she can shampoo and condition his hair with her gentle hands. Dresses her in his clothes, in his dog tags. Always has a hand on her, even in her (their) home.
And he delights in yanking her into his lap - especially in public. When his team comes to visit (and they always do) he lounges with her on his thigh. He’s also kind of a dick. Like he’s courteous to servers (mainly female ones because chances are they won’t flirt with his girl) but pretty much any stranger talking to him or his Persephone is met with smarmy asshole behavior.
It’s to the point that she just fusses at him to let her talk to people. And he’s happy to do so, amused by the way she charms people. He only intervenes when someone is rude or a little too friendly with her. She’s had to break up bar fights before because god knows his men won’t try to stop their captain.
She is literally the only being in all of history that can tell him no and stop and he’ll listen regardless of the situation. She has to actively remind herself that it’s not healthy and she should not be a little flattered about it. And she’s not. (She is.)
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You are my affliction...
30 writing prompts compiled from Robert Eggers' Nosferatu:
[If you post any writing pulled from or inspired by this list, please tag me so I can read all of your amazing work! <3]
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Image: Hans Schwarz, Death and the Maiden, boxwood carving, c. 1520.
"...if we are to tame darkness, we must first face that it exists."
"Does evil come from within us, or from beyond?"
"Come to me..."
"I have felt you...crawling like a serpent in my body."
"I am an appetite, nothing more."
"There is a devil in this world, and I have met him."
"...I had never been so happy as that moment, as I held hands with Death."
"You awakened me from an eternity of darkness..."
"Soon, I will no longer be a shadow to you."
"You are not for the living. You are not for human kind."
"Your passion is bound to me."
"...I cannot be sated without you."
"I abhor you."
"Do you ever feel at times as if you're not a person?"
"...my dreams grow darker."
"Thank you for loving me."
"You cannot love."
"...what is this insufferable darkness?"
"He is my shame; he is my melancholy."
"Our love was supposed to be sacred!"
"...it was you who gave me the courage to be free of my shame."
"I'm only glad you've become yourself again."
"Did you not think of me...?"
"I brought this evil upon us."
"We must know evil to be able to destroy it."
"You deceive yourself."
"Soon, our flesh shall embrace, and we shall be as one."
"...you could never please me as he could."
"Remember how once we were—a moment."
"Love is inferior to you."
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