#enduring the unendurable

[goodgrammaritan]

Istvhan stirred. "You are not a failure, you know," he said, "simply because you can't endure something unendurable."

Paladin's Strength by T. Kingfisher

[onekisstotakewithme]

inspired by @persianflaw 💜

[fizzingwizard]

it's the end of 2023 and "thief king bakura had a point" isn't a hot take now anymore than it was twenty years ago when we first learned about aknadin's crimes in kul elna

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Unendurable Circumstances, Enduring God How do you endure the unendurable? Look to your enduring God! Anthony Dreesen reminds you that God has sent His Holy Spirit to be your guide, your comfort, and your strength through all the ups and downs of life!

[marypsue]

18 and 30!

18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

I wrote Murray Bauman. Somewhat sympathetically. I’m going to avoid ever doing that again, if at all possible. 

(I also had to go back through the draft of the road goes ever on after completing my season two rewatch and completely overhaul the voice I’d given Sam Owens, because in my memory, it was too highfalutin’ and not trying nearly hard enough to be friendly and down-to-earth. And I had to try to recognisably update Bram Stoker’s attempt at Van Helsing’s broken British-English-with-a-supposedly-Dutch-accent to 1983 America for the light of all lights. That was a fun one.)

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

Honestly, just how easy it felt to sit down and hash out a plot, from start to finish, including instead of ‘ehhh I’ll get to that later’-ing major waypoints in the Dreaded Middle and the general directions to get to them, after finishing up the road goes ever on. How making the major structural edits to the second draft of the road goes ever on felt so achievable and invigorating, instead of daunting and impossible and despair-inducing. How those major edits actually made the thing immediately, noticeably better. How I managed to take the hot stinking mess that was the first draft of the final chapter and actually find the bits of that mess that were worth cleaning up and salvaging, and make something that I’m mostly satisfied with out of it, instead of having to start from scratch like I was afraid I was going to have to. 

Every single story-construction, editing, technical-side thing I was afraid of before the road goes ever on, every Good Writing Practice I’ve been struggling with up until that point, all of it was what it took to make that fic happen. I’m still frankly just astonished that I got it done and posted at all, let alone posted before the deadline (which I set and I could have changed, but also had an element of external pressure, because I decided I wanted it out before season four). I’m still just kind of staggered that hey, I actually did that. And it has made the whole business of writing feel so much more achievable and doable and given me the concrete tools I needed and didn’t have the first times I attempted to draft an original novel. 

And all it took was a global pandemic, a handful of characters I cared deeply about, some loose ends that got under my skin, and the audacity to bite off more than I could chew. And then chew it. 

[ask me about my year in fic!]

[missswritesalot]

Winter’s Thorn 2

Plot: Y/N Tyrell, the rose of Highgarden, wants to get out of her marriage predicament, but Robb is reluctant to let her go.

Requests open! Part one. Part three coming soon!

The news of the betrothal of Lady Y/N Tyrell to Lord Robb Stark of Winterfell spread far and wide. Many rumors were born along the way, and many bards alleged to witness your defiled state after your night with the Lord.

In truth Robb had just spent time with you to protect you from some of Roose Bolton’s scoundrels that had broken out of the dungeons of Winterfell. In the morning, your families fussed over you but were relieved to find you unharmed.

You thought that was the end of the whole ordeal. But it had just started. When you broke your fast with your cousins, you were informed of Lady Catelyn’s idea that Robb must wed you and restore your honor. Your own septa had insisted on this ‘compromise.’

Your grandmother, much to your surprise, promised Winterfell a war with Highgarden and all of your allies if your honor was not restored in a month’s time. It all worked out just a little too serendipitously for you to believe it was organic.

Your grandmother wished to see you gainfully married just like Catelyn wished to see Robb. After all, in the midst of the confusion, wasn’t it her idea that Robb should protect you? The rightful place of the Lord was the leading the charge, not hiding away like a lady.

It didn’t take long for you and Robb to deduce the situation.

You assigned all responsibility to Robb, and accused him of conspiring with his mother to secure your hand.

“I am not glad to marry you neither, Lady Tyrell,” Robb said icily. “Tis true that your beauty has inspired a great many bards, yet I find your nature most disagreeable.”

“As I have said already, if your Lady Mother had not planned this, my lord, you would not be forced to,” You shot back.

“My mother? She insists it was your Lady grandmother who ordered your guardsmen to release Lord Bolton’s men from the dungeons.” Robb said. You shook your head, denying the narrative. “The attack was preplanned!”

“Lady Catelyn knew and conspired. She wishes to see us wed as much as everyone else.” You said bitterly. Robb didn’t reply to that, he had invited you out for hawking to promote your courtship, maybe earn your favor, but you saw him as little better than a street urchin.

“Damn your Stark honor.” You spat out. “Break our betrothal. Let me go, I will return to highgarden. As sullied as I may be, a year from now when I bear no Snow bastards, there will be an army of second sons delighted for my hand.”

“Do you think I want this? A marriage for duty and not love?” Robb said. The thought of another man marrying inspired a furious jealousy in him. And bastards? You would bear him heirs, not bastards. He had to bite his lip to keep from saying this.

“You’ve made it plain you find me unendurable. Do not ruin our lives for honor.” You pleaded, losing yourself for a moment. You were loathe to endure a husband that didn’t love you.

Robb grabbed your wrist and tugged you into his arms. You lost yourself for a moment, it felt wonderful to feel his strong chest under your palms, to have to look up to meet his eyes.

“You cannot be so blind to your own charms, Lady Y/N. I do wish to wed you, as any man with hot blood in his veins does.” Robb said, making your face grow warm. His eyes were blown with desire. He pressed his mouth to yours and kissed intensely.

You lost your breath and your heart pounded in your chest. His beard scratched your cheeks. You sunk into him for a few stolen moments, then tore yourself away from his warmth.

“Then it is more a pity that I do not feel the same,” you said, chest heaving. You were lying to yourself. You left his arms reluctantly and mounted your horse, riding back. Robb watched you go with a satisfied smile, patting himself on the back. He thought it was no insignificant thing that you had not slapped him.

[lyculuscaelus]

Thinking about the double meanings in Odysseus’s epithets. Specifically, about πολύτροπος (polytropos) and πολύαινος (polyainos) these two.

Thinking about how πολύτροπος could mean both “much-turned, much-traveled” and “of many devices”, since the word τρόπος (tropos) has the meaning of either “turn of direction” or “turn of mind” (or “trope”). So polytropos is referring to both Odysseus’s wanderings and his resourcefulness at the same time. (What a great epithet to start a poem.)

Thinking about how πολύαινος could mean both “much-praised” and “of many tales”, since the word αἶνος (ainos) has the meaning of either “praise” or “tale, story”. So polyainos is referring to both Odysseus’s fame in Achaea and his life of many tales (or even further, his telling of many tales). There’s more. What if πολύαινος is interpreted as πολυ- (poly-) + αἰνός (ainos)? The word αἰνός means either “dreadful, dire” or “overwhelming, unendurable” in Homeric context. This way polyainos could be translated as either “much-dreaded” or “much-overwhelmed, beyond endurance”, which is referring to Odysseus’s dreadful figure (to some) and his sufferings (or comically, his overwhelming charm personality which is beyond endurance) respectively. (Or this might just be me reading too much into the epithet itself)

And I’m perfectly normal about this fresh old man why do you ask

[batmanego]

this may be difficult to comprehend but it is in fact possible to endure things you believed were unendurable and to suffer indignity and humiliation and abuse for your entire life and get out of it. it is possible to leave the place that you felt imprisoned in. and it is possible to live your whole life. on the other side of the pain and suffering you may be going through there are so many wonderful experiences. just the other night i got to leave my house on a whim. people want to talk to me and bring me places. this is possible for you too. i promise. don’t give up it gets so much better than you can possibly imagine. life is just around the corner. and it will wait for you as long as it takes

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: The Mind Killer

Denis Villeneuve: hey frank what if we put a giant rubber bondage spider in dune Frank Herbert: [snorting space cocaine] sounds great!

David Lynch: what if i taped a cat to a rat and then you had to suck the cat titties to get a poison antidote Frank Herbert: [snorting space cocaine] top notch work, guys Herbert: love how you're all really making the story your own

Frank Herbert: anyway there's politics happening on dune Poe: i thought we already did this bit King: yeah frank you said if we sat through the political intrigue we'd get to see the worm Herbert: YOU'LL SEE THE WORM WHEN I'M GODDAMN READY OKAY

Barker: WORM Herbert: no no Barker: WORM! Herbert: not again Barker: c'mon everybody! say it with me! WORM! Poe: King: Lovecraft: Koontz: Koontz: worm Barker: Yeah!! now you got it! Koontz: WORM Koontz: WORM!!!

Barker: that's the spirit! now steve King: WORM! Barker: howard Lovecraft: WORM! Barker: edgar Poe: Barker: c'mon edgar bro don't leave me hanging Poe: Poe: okay fine Poe: WORM! Barker: now we're cooking!

Herbert: look i know you all like the worm but here's something even better than the worm Herbert: so the Bene Gesserit have this special box Edward Lee: haha hell yeah bro Herbert: see, you gotta put your hand in the box Lee: haha hell YEAH BRO

Angela Carter: hey everyone what's happening King: frank was just telling us about this special box that you put your hand into Carter: oh yeah i know all about that King: what? Carter: nothing Carter: just Carter: nothing, never mind, just go on with the story

Herbert: ok see you put your hand in this box and it's the worst pain a man can endure Carter: oh yeah the pain A MAN can endure Carter: cuz we all know the incredibly high threshold of pain that men have Herbert: Herbert: well, it really hurts ok

Herbert: it's literally the worst, most unendurable pain Mary Shelley: i bet i could endure it Herbert: um no you couldn't Shelley: yeah but i could endure it Herbert: NO you couldn't Shelley: Shelley: bet i could

Shelley: i'm not scared of some fuckin nerd box Shelley: i'd stick my hard in that box so hard Shelley: like, ALL the way into that fuckin box Patricia Highsmith: [immediately inhaling cigarette down to ashes]

Herbert: but if you take your hand out of the box you get stabbed w a gom jabbar Shelley: anyone tries that and i'd fuck em up Herbert: you don't even know what a gom jabbar is!! Shelley: i don't need to know Herbert: [to King] she doesn't even know what a gom jabbar is

[serxinns]

Oh sorry- forgot about that. (I'm the same person that asked for the ink demon reader)

With class 1-A and a couple of pro hero's.

Romantic with the class and platonic with the teachers and heros :)

You hated having to do a certain form when having to demonstrate a quirk move, you had to endure long periods of body aching especially in your beast form the longer you are in your beast form the more painful and insufferable it is, you tried to hide it from your classmates and teachers fearing it would cause a problem or judge you because of this

So you decided to act cool and endured the aching whenever your classmates asked you why you melting you would tell them that it was a part of the drawback or when the teachers asked why you hugging your body tightly you just said that you were cold everything will be fine it's just a little pain that goes away for a few hours what harm will it be?

it worked for a few months until the drawbacks unexpectedly got worse and the pain became more unendurable and more Clear to the teachers and students, izuku and ochako would see you clutching your stomach when after using your stomach and when they asked you quickly informed that it was just a stomach ache or when Jirou noticed you shaking and tearing up you quickly informed that you were just nervous thats all!

The teachers like Aizawa and the present mic would eventually catch up to you Unfortunately, one day in the middle of class you shaking and gripping the desk in pain and so after school, they would question you about it, and you quickly informed them that it was a stomach bug but none of them were convinced so Aizawa forced you to go to recovery girl or a checkup,

recovery girl looked nervously at you and gave you a check which she was relived by the results and informed the 2 males that you were having your drawbacks by overusing your quirk but the bad news is that since you held it in for so long without any proper medication the drawbacks got worse explaining why your body was aching way worse than before for it so you needed to take a certain medication and take a lot more rest for the medication to work and that'll take 1-2 months, your teachers agreed while you groaned having to not use your quirk for a certain amount of time

During the your classmates started to get very protective and obsessive with you Mina pulled you away from Iida and Shoto so you could listen to all the juicy gossip about anything while Kirishima pulled her away so you and him and spare each other or just watch shark movies, or jirou pulling you away from him to listen to her new song or make each other new Playlist and "friendship" bracelets (bracelets that symbolize love) every classmate was fighting over every ounce of praise, attention, or touch you can give them and at training they would trynand distract you so they "protect you" But you weren't buying it

And your teachers weren't any better when Aizawa would give you detention for little reasons only for him to have you sleep in his sleeping bag or the two of you would study on hero work with just the two of you or present mic making you eat lunch with him at the student lounge,Strangely knowing your favorite snacks cause every time he brings you snacks they were the exact snacks you like.. weird?

Midnight used her gas to knock you out to sleep so you could rest in her lap while she caressed your hair you tried to avoid her as possible and Aizawa and she would argue over that heck even the pro heroes like Hawks and endeavor fighting with Aizawa and need be to make you join their agency to be their sidekick alongside with either Tokoyami or todoroki or mount lady and Mirko having a cat fight with midnight to whoever gets to check on you 1st and spoil you with gifts while you watched in boredom

But all and they mean no harm and just wanted to protect you there's no harm to that right?

[his-heart-hymns]

A life unendurable but it was endured.

-Czeslaw Milosz,Nobel Prize in Literature 1980

Jo guzari na ja saki hum se ,

hum ne woh zindagi guzari hai.

-Jaun Elia

The resilience we exhibit in persisting even after enduring so much is commendable.

[morelikeravenbore]

is there going to be any smut in how to make a villain? 👀

🦋 Hahaha anon coming in with the important questions 👀

Sooo short answer is no, there won't be any smut in Villain, lolol. There's a number of reasons for this, and I might expand on my thoughts on smut etc in another post, but basically at the current point in the story, Aurélie hasn't even been kissed yet. She's also just not the typa girlie who'd be comfortable with having her sex life written about in explicit detail (I've tried and it's weird and I just feel like she'd never forgive me for it.)

✨However✨

You anon'd me at a great time because the writing event in my HL server this month was Forbidden Fruit, and what better way to explore the dynamic between my li'l reserved, modest, very nervous girl and her clingy, overly affectionate, touchy boyfie. So without further ado, I present to you:

🦋 Content warnings: mature themes and sexual references, mostly fluff, pov character is a shy virgin, dry humping if you squint, of age post-Hogwarts. [1450 words] also on wattpad & AO3.

Noctilucent: luminous at night.

'Okay, now...' Aurélie took a deep, steadying breath. 'All you need to do is breathe,' she instructed in the most soothing voice she could manage.

Beneath her, sprawled out across the huge, squashy bed, his arms wide and his palms open to the ceiling, Sebastian let out an almighty snort of mirth.

'Breathe?' he laughed, immediately disrupting the state of perfect calm Aurélie had spent the last half hour cultivating. 'How can I breathe when you're sitting on me?'

Aurélie clapped her hand over his mouth.

'In through your nose,' she went on over the sound of his muffled laughter. 'Clear your mind of all distractio— eurgh!' She shrieked as something warm and wet pressed against her palm — his tongue. Horrified, she whipped her hand away from his mouth, wailing French invectives while he giggled beneath her.

Freshly graduated from Hogwarts, practicing Muggle meditation wasn't exactly how Aurélie imagined she'd be spending her first few weeks of adult freedom, but between Sebastian's chronic insomnia and her inability to stay asleep for longer than a few hours at a time, her need for relief from the insomnious nights had driven her to unorthodox measures.

But cultivating calm was no easy feat when it came to Sebastian Sallow; he was, after all, the epitome of impatience, as restless as a babbling brook and twice as chatty — not to mention a complete and utter boy whose inability to fall asleep was only exacerbated by the fact he was sharing a bed with a girl every night. A girl who, despite her vestal reservations, had rather a hard time easing herself into a state of calm when the aforementioned boy was shirtless beneath her.

Wiping her spitty hand across his stomach — and pretending to be thoroughly annoyed — Aurélie allowed herself a little indulgent peek of the wide-eyed, sleep-deprived maniac she was straddling: toned stomach and Quidditch-defined shoulders; golden-warm skin bathed in blue light from the jar of bluebell flames she kept by the bed; a novae of new freckles enhanced by the summer sun — he was noctilucent beneath her, like something borne of a dream, surely too unreal to belong to her.

As she dared to trail her fingertips across his stomach, Sebastian's breath stilled, his eyes glazed and his lips parted in silent adoration. To think that she'd fought against this — against him — for as long as she had, that she'd been so afraid of enduring more loss that the idea of falling in love had been the most unendurable thing in the world... Little did she know then, it was also the easiest, and she'd slipped into it so quietly that even now she couldn't quite pinpoint the moment it happened.

Perhaps it had been that very first day.

Though barely a shiver betrayed the tension of Sebastian's infractible restraint, Aurélie could feel it coiling in his stomach, his arms, his shoulders, pulling tighter each time he met her tentative movements with gentle upward thrusts of his own — but when she leaned down to trace the veins that bulged in his arms, starting at his elbow before dancing down to his calloused, upturned palms, he sucked in a breath and bucked his hips so suddenly that she almost toppled backwards.

He lunged forward, steadying her by the waist with a startled laugh before sliding his hands down to squeeze her bottom.

'Enjoying the view?' he teased, his eyes as bright with mirth as they were dark with desire.

'Eh oh!' she yelped, slapping his hands away. 'You're supposed to be avoiding distractions!'

'You are the distraction.' He tugged her down so they were chest to chest, racing heart against racing heart. 'And I don't want to avoid a single moment of this.'

Having only recently experienced her first kiss, sharing a bed with someone as physically affectionate as Sebastian, who expressed his feelings by hugging, kissing, pinching, squashing, squirming, pulling, biting, petting, and, apparently, palm-licking — usually while shirtless — was a bit of an adjustment. Still, though her newfound companionship came at the cost of sleeping half-smooshed beneath the brown-eyed, wild-haired embodiment of neediness — who seemed to grow an inch taller for every day closer he drew to his twentieth birthday and slept on both sides of the bed at once — it was one she never wanted to live without. Not even if it meant waking from a restless sleep with all manner of hard body parts pressing against her.

It was nice to be desired, even if she was still getting used to the idea of how very badly — and how very often — Sebastian desired her.

Blushing, Aurélie shifted her weight atop him. 'I can feel that, you know.'

'Feel what?' The wicked gleam in his eyes matched the grin that split across his face.

Her blush warmed. 'Your — baguette!' she stammered.

'I'd be disappointed if you couldn't.'

'Sebastian!'

'What? You're the one...kneading it!'

'Sebastian!' She rolled off him with an indignant squeak, but he only followed her, laughing madly as he flipped her onto her back and plonked his entire six-foot-something, half-naked body on top of her.

'It's hard to think of witty bread euphemisms when you're doing that!' he laughed, nuzzling the crook of her neck while she squirmed uselessly beneath him. 'Hard to think of anything, actually, except how cute you look when you're all flustered.'

Aurélie groaned, embarrassed by how responsive she was to his slightest touch, his softest breath, wishing she possessed at least an ounce of the seemingly boundless confidence that bolstered his every whim, to tell him what she wanted without blushing herself into oblivion.

'I like it when you touch me, you know.' Sebastian braced himself on his elbows and grinned down at her, his expression softening as he thumbed her hair away from her face. 'I'm not some forbidden fruit; you have my full and willing permission to touch me where ever you like.'

Aurélie made a sound like a moan and a snort rolled into one. 'Like here?' she teased, wiggling an arm free to squash his nose with her fingertip.

'Mmm...' he smirked. 'I was thinking a bit lower.'

She poked his chin.

'A lot lower.'

'Sebastiaaan...'

Laughing, he caught her finger and nibbled on it.

'Alright, alright, I'm sorry,' he said, mock-serious. 'What is it you want me to do?'

'Breathe!' she whined, kicking her feet against the mattress.

'Right. Breathe...' Fighting a smile, he dipped his head back to her neck and inhaled deeply, skimming his nose along her throat, her jaw, her chin, tickling all the sensitive spots he intuitively knew to kiss though she'd never had the nerve to ask.

She wished she had the nerve to ask now.

'And then?' he murmured, his lips brushing back and forth over her quickening pulse.

'B-breathe out.'

'Hmm.' His slow exhale was a warm caress across her face, gentle but persistent. 'If this is supposed to calm me down,' — he hummed against her throat, — 'it's definitely not working.'

'That's — because you're — doing it wrong.'

His eyes were endless when they lifted to meet hers again, entire galaxies reflected in the blue light; and there, glowing in the depths of them — brilliant and radiant and clear — was her.

'Then show me how to do it right,' he whispered, pressing her into the bed with his hips. 'Show me how to love you.'

A gentle nudge against his chest was all it took to reclaim her position on top of him; Sebastian rolled easily onto his back, his eager hands steadying her as he'd done before. But this time all his teasing humour was subdued beneath a reverent, half-lidded gaze, disturbed only by a flicker of amusement when she splayed her hands across his stomach and warned him not to fling her off again.

Taking her time now, she skimmed her fingers up his arm, from palm to elbow, elbow to shoulder, shoulder to face, summoning goosebumps over his skin as if by some unspoken command, a spell. Sebastian swallowed roughly, pushing his hips up to meet the downward pressure she applied, his throat bobbing, fists clutching the bedsheets. Aurélie felt the ripple of tension when she pressed down on him a little harder, the thrill of anticipation that hummed through his body into hers, tethering them both to a moment that felt universal in nature.

Infinite.

'Whatever you want, I'm yours,' Sebastian avowed, his voice thick. 'Just tell me what to do.'

Smiling demurely, Aurélie drew the blanket over them.

'Breathe in,' she instructed in the most alluring voice she could manage. 'And don't breathe out until I tell you to.'

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

Sometimes life seems unendurable, yes, but have you considered that others have felt that way and endured? The Lord Christ sweated drops of blood and begged that this cup be taken away from him. Paul wrote To live is Christ and to die is gain. Jonah was so angry he wanted to die. Elijah asked for his life to be taken. And think of Job, of Solomon - that man of despair writing about the futility of life. Think of how you are not alone in feeling this way, and most of all, hold on.

[gettinshiggywithit]

hii yandere au with fyodor? kddff

𝔻𝕠-𝕕𝕠-𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕪𝕖𝕧𝕤𝕜𝕪;𝔸 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕝𝕝 𝕄𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕊𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞!

Summary: a certain ushanka wearing russian has taken an obsessive liking to you…woohoo😀

Pairing: fyodor x gn!reader [yandere au]

Genre: uhm questionable?

Event MasterList

I think we all know what he’d be like as a yandere :”)

Family go bye bye~

But in all seriousness,I think Fyodor would take someone just because he could.

No one’s gonna stop him and if he wants you,he’ll be damned if he cant have  you!

As he told dazai,step one is making you dependant on him.

He can be extremely charming when he wants to be~~ (ra-ra-rasputiiinnnn)

(Also im sorry but Fyodor in casual clothes???? SIGN ME TF UP!!!)

He inserts himself into your life with ease and then integrates himself into it just as seamlessly.

If youre someone who really needs your parents to like your partner before you get serious with them,then so be it.he’s the son in law of their dreams!

So polite and caring.so likeable and down to earth!!

He knows how to make someone fall hard and fast. And once he has you hook line and sinker?

The mask comes off.you spend on night with him after you confess your love,and then he just slips you a little extra sleepy juice.

And while you sleep he takes away everything dear to you.

Your parents? Gone.your friends? Gone.anyone you knew,loved or cared for? Tata Bye Bye~

When you wake up you have nowhere to go.

Like,literally.

No home no family no nothing.

But what do you need all that for when you have himmm~

It isn’t long until youre crying into his chest and shaking up a storm

Youre so scared.youre scared of him! But you have only him.

He tell you he’s all you need.

He tells you this is for the best.that your family didn’t deserve you..

That they only wanted to hurt you!

He spins a web of lies so full of sense you begin to believe it.

(of course if you don’t he’ll just show you what will happen if you disobbey~there is NO length he wont go to.he will do the most horrific of things,or he’ll get good ‘ol nikolai to do it~ it doesn’t matter who does it as long as you watch.as long as you understand.as long as you learn)

And when you turn to putty in his hands,just as he wanted,he gets bored.

He needs a new project.a new plaything.but…if you insist on not being left behind,not being thrown out,he could think of ways to make you bend backwards for him~

Or he could just kill you. Would be easier.

Honestly depends on his mood tbh.

But,lets go more into if you didn’t relent so easily hmm?

Like I said,he isn’t beyond doing the unspeakable.

Tried to escape? Oops,looks like its time to watch dad go through unendurable agony~

Or would he just incinerate the corpse before you with zero fucks given? Who knows

But whatever it is if you don’t listen,the consequences will be harsh to say the least.

Would he hurt you physically? Perhaps not.its not his thing.(by that I mean physical violence) he might slap you on occasion,but beating isn’t it.perhaps some light torture? Deprivation of basic needs? Perhaps…

But other than that, psychological manipulation is one of the main things you’d have to endure.

Endless gaslighting and lies.he’ll tell you just enough truths to keep you in line but other than that, its all lies. And you don’t even know.

Don’t want to do something? He’ll talk you into it. Make you think it was your idea all a long and youre such an absolute genius for coming up with it!

Its that easy for him. Like eating a croissant!

And his ability,how would he use that against you?

Well now,he wouldn’t be able to actually use it per se, but he could definitely use it to keep you in line!

First he’ll make sure you see how easily he can kill with just a touch,then anytime you stepout of line,he’ll just step towards you menacingly and back you into a corner before ghosting his fingers over your face.

Letting you know that one wrong move could be fatal and that he was in control here. And he was always going to be.

If his darling would try ctrl+alt+deleting themselves, no they wouldn’t!

He isn’t stupid! Theres nothing! That  could be used as such in your little apartment (or wherever he’s chosen to keep you for that day/time period)

But if you are dangerously close to your limit and becoming an empty husk of who you were before,then he’l make a decision.

Does he let you meet your demise,whether that be mercifully or not would depend on him of corse, or would he change to make you live just a little longer?

If it’s the former he either leans in for a kiss and places his hand on your cheek,activating his ability,or if he’s feelin a little goofy,then he asks nikolai to do it or cooks something up himself. Something entertaining enough to be worth his time of course! After all,he’s a very busy rat.

But if it’s the latter then he showers you with love and comfort and no of course none of that bad stuff was real! Youre just imagining it myska!

He makes life so unbelievably perfect and once youre yourself again he lets the façade fall and begins to break you again.

And now that youre fully at his mercy again,practically his dog, he can deal he most damage. And that obviously means the most fun, of course~

Tag list(open):- @diagonal-queen

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For @jonquilyst 's Total Drama Sims Season 2: Willabelle Lowes!

Name: Willabelle Lowes

Pronouns: She/Her

Orientation: Heterosexual

Traits: Tinker, Competitive, Arrogant

Aspiration: Goal-Oriented

Skills:

Likes: Pink, Purple, Green, Focus Music, World Music, RnB Music, Writing, Research and DEbate, Handiness, Fitness, Media Production

Dislikes: Gray, Kids Radio Music, Dancing, Video gaming, Mixology

Willabelle Lowes is a straight A 'd, punctual, organized student with her eyes set on the prize, no matter what it is. Her mom complains she "wins" too often, for fear that it'll go to her head. Well, mom, that ship has sailed. If you ask Willabelle (aka Willa or Belle) how much she thinks she knows, she'll give you the cutest smile and say, "You haven't heard? I'm a know-it-all!" telling you at once that she's heard this all through her childhood (from relatives and bullies) and no longer cries at the title.

She's on the road to valedictorian, has been accepted to two colleges, and still has time to practice parkour, stating, "One day I'll get on Simlish Ninja Warrior and win." Ironically, watching SNW is how she learned about the casting for THIS show.

High stakes? Check. Prizes? Check. A chance to endure the unendurable? This is her *dream.* No one will be winning this but her.

And when she does, every single asshole who ever attacked her will finally have to admit: "she *does* know it all."

WHAT DO YOU THINK?