#from someone who i think ripped it directly from the game

[petrichormariposa]

Oh dude this is one of the most astarion expressions i’ve gotten out of the sims so far

[tthebanished]

❛ it's me hi! i'm the problem its me! ❜ [ ooc ] ❛ i'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror ❜ [ visage ] ❛ never take advice from someone who's falling apart ❜ [ musing ] ❛ ride or die ❜ [ promos ] ❛ memories are something even smoking weed cannot replace ❜ [ memes ] ❛ you hear me? ❜ [ answered ] ❛ say something i'm giving up on you ❜ [ open starter ] ❛ you're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece ❜ [ aesthetics ] ❛ so you think you know me ❜ [ headcanons ] ❛ lets get drunk & off all our clothes ❜ [ desires ] ❛ i can show you incredible things ❜ [ wishlist ] ❛ listen up fuckers ❜ [ psa ] ❛ tag you're it ❜ [ dash games ] ❛ hurry up and wait ❜ [ queue ]

[awakenedsalamander]

Thinking about how vampirism in the World of Darkness isn’t just dehumanizing in the sense that it makes you a literal monster but also how the Embrace quite directly rips away some of the most meaningful parts of someone’s identity to make room for the Beast.

Like, the obvious examples here are Garou and mages, given that the former, when Embraced, become the aptly-named Abominations, who lose their connection to Gaia and the Umbra and find themselves forcibly aligned with the Wyrm, the force that they view as the most horrific and destructive thing in the world; and the latter have their Avatar, their connection to magic and possibility and understanding, utterly annihilated— their one guiding light extinguished and replace with an entity that is (except for probably in the case of widderslainte) more vicious and cruel than even the most harrowing Avatar.

It’s telling that the Embrace is thus reflective of something each group considers to be one of the worst fates imaginable: dancing the Black Spiral and undergoing Gilgul, respectively.

But that’s a lot of jargon and doesn’t really hit if you don’t know the details of those game lines— the haunting part is that the basic idea remains the same even for mortals.

I mean, it’s true that everyone, mortal or otherwise, has some degree of intrusive urges toward malicious behavior, but the Beast is just so much worse than that. To be Embraced is to straightforwardly die, to lose the essence that keeps you alive, and have it brought back in this twisted form— from now on, to live is to kill and the Beast will never let you forget it.

Sure, vampires still retain their old interests and passions. I’m personally not keen on the interpretation of Kindred as inherently not having things like empathy, creativity, or grief. I think they still feel compassion and curiosity and tranquility and love and all that… but always, lurking behind them, is the Beast.

And maybe I’m just being a self-serious edge-boi but that’s such an unnerving thought. To still care about the people around you, but never without something whispering about how much you need— deserve— their loyalty, their service, their deaths.

[alluringlight]

Sparkle x (Gender Neutral) Reader

NSFW, 18+ only

Warnings: overstimulation, dub-con, Sparkle being Sparkle (crazy but she loves you), use of her Mask/powers

I actually posted this yesterday before the Sunday one-shot but for some reason it wasn't showing in tags?? So trying this again rip

Your vision went dark, and you yelped at the sudden intrusion; a pair of hands cupping over your eyes as you could feel someone pressing into your back. “Guess who?” There was only one person who could get into your house and sneak up on you without making a sound. It startled you every time she did it, but you were more than half certain that your reactions were the reason she did it in the first place.

You breathed a sigh of relief, “Sparkle,” You twisted in her grip, smiling at her. “You’re home.” You pulled her into a hug, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Blegh, c’mon cut it out.” She squirmed in your grip, breaking away to look at what you had cooking on the stove instead. The weather was getting colder so you were craving soup, and luckily it was just about finished. She peered into the pot, sticking a finger in to taste it. “It needs more salt.”

“Babe, you’re gonna burn yourself doing that,” you chastised.

She sighed, shrugging as she spoke, “I come home after a long work trip and you’re already nagging me. Lighten up.” You’d feel bad if there was any modicum of sincerity in the statement, but she was a Fool afterall, and she loved to grace you with any number of masks, always making you guess which was the real face beneath.

Sparkle started dishing up the soup, and the two of you sat at the dinner table to eat together. It was a rare occurrence to be able to have these quieter, domestic moments with her, as she was always flitting about traveling everywhere and you didn’t want to tie her down. Not that she ever could be. But it was becoming increasingly obvious she wanted you to join her on her excursions, even if she’d never directly ask.

“How was your job?” You asked. She hadn’t disclosed many details, but you knew it involved the Stellaron Hunters, so it couldn’t have been a particularly easy time.

She smiled at you, her eyes playful even though her smile was sharp. “Everything went off without a hitch. I’m taking you to Penacony soon. The Planet of Festivities is quite a sight.”

“I’ll have to take time off work,” you replied.

Sparkle’s smile widened, an obviously fake cheer added to her voice as she spoke, “Work this, work that, can’t we talk about something else? I can always kill your boss to get you time off.”

You tried to stifle a giggle, knowing if she thought it’d make you laugh she’d actually do it. “C’mon it’s not worth all that.”

She propped her head on one of her hands. “You don’t even need a job.” This is about as direct as she’d ever be. She was always peculiar about expressing her desires to you, either telling you nothing or telling you a million and one things, making it impossible to guess which were true and which were not. She was like this in most things, intimacy included. Sometimes, she’d insist on being so close to you it was suffocating, like you were trapped in a spider’s web, and sometimes she refused to touch you. Everything was always a part of the game, the play, a Masked Fool to the end.

As always, she was right though. She always deposited money into your account regardless of whether you wanted her to or not. So you didn’t really need a job, though it was one of the only threads to the past you still had from before you met her. Sometimes you thought it made her nervous, other times angry, others still, sad. You weren’t sure which was correct, though at the end of the day it didn’t matter, since it seemed to make her feel some way.

“I was actually thinking of quitting soon,” you admitted. You’d been thinking about it for a while, since Sparkle had first insinuated she wanted you to, and you couldn’t think of a good reason to stay. You’d rather explore the stars with her.

“Oho, and here I thought I was destined to walk about the universe by myself.” She clutched a hand to her chest dramatically, tilting her head down and closing her eyes. “I’d resigned myself to kidnapping you away with me, but I see my plans were futile. You’d instead join me of your own volition, how wonderful!”

You laughed at her overdramatics, before pausing, her words sinking in. “Wait, were you really planning on kidnapping me?”

Sparkle giggled. “What do you think?”

Honestly, you wouldn’t put it past her. She’d stolen you away on surprise trips before, pushing you to go with her and abandon your life for a handful of days to instead spend time with her. “Well, no need for all that,” you said, your voice fond despite the subject.

It seemed she was getting bored of the conversation as she pushed away from the table, coming to stand in front of you, bowing low with a hand held out. “My love, may I have this dance?”

You grasped her hand, and she pulled you out of the chair. Despite there not being any music playing, you two danced in rhythm. You followed her lead, and the two of you waltzed across the room, she spun you around, dipping you low to the ground, pressing you close and spinning you out.

Eventually, she seemed to tire of the dancing, instead tugging you towards the stairs, up and towards your bedroom. Being with her was always a guessing game and sex was no different. Her first night home in particular was a whirlwind. She rarely felt like being gentle, instead she would take you hard, fast, rough, all manner of toys or roleplay on the table, always, always down to try something new. Sometimes you’d fuck her and sometimes she’d fuck you. But other times she wasn’t even interested in sex when she came home, going straight to sleep. Though, she didn’t sleep regularly, so instead she’d just watch you sleep. You’d made the mistake of mentioning that to someone before, forgetting that most people would find that sort of behavior creepy, not romantic.

With the fervor in which she started pulling off your clothes, you knew she was definitely interested in something tonight, the gleam in her eyes alerting you that she had some sort of scheme.

“Something you’re wanting to try?” You asked.

She hummed, her smile unwavering as she started shucking her own clothes off. “Don’t know what you mean.” She pushed you down on the bed. “Face down,” she said as she fished around in the bedside table.

You turned over without resistance. It was apparent something new was on her mind and she didn’t feel like sharing what it was. Although it made anxiety swell in your gut, it also sent a bolt of arousal through you. If you wanted some sort of stability, you wouldn’t be with her. Instead, you loved the impulsivity she bore. You trusted her implicitly, probably more than you should if you were honest.

She settled behind you, shoving your legs apart with no care to be gentle. She poured a generous amount of lube directly onto your hole, causing you to shudder. She pressed a finger into you, humming in appreciation as she added a second finger in. “You feel so tight. Neglected yourself while I was away, huh? Or are you just nervous?”

“B-both,” you stuttered, hips rocking back as a moan left you as she hit a sensitive spot in you.

She chuckled. “Don’t be nervous baby.” Sparkle moved herself up a little, straddling your thigh as she rocked down, teasing herself while she prepared you. It felt like she was everywhere. Her presence was all encompassing, she always seemed to overwhelm your senses.

She pressed another finger into you, scissoring her fingers to open you up. Her other hand trailed your spine, causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin. Gently, she traced your skin.

You yelped in pain as her nails suddenly dug into your back, raking down, leaving red lines in their wake. The pain melded with your pleasure as she abused your insides, her fingers pressing in and out of you faster and faster. Her other hand trailed back up your skin, before she tapped at your mouth. She smiled as you opened up, and she gently pressed them into your mouth, roving inside, petting your tongue and the inside of your cheek. So gentle, even as her other fingers drilled into your hole, bullying every spot within you.

You could feel heat build within you, the contrast between her ministrations turning you on further. She forced you to orgasm, not stopping even as you whined in overstimulation, spit spilling out from around her fingers in your mouth.

She didn’t stop until tears clouded your vision, and then she pulled away so suddenly it made your head spin. You gasped for air, unable to form a sentence as your ragged breathing filled the room. You could still feel her grinding into your thigh, her sticky wetness coating your flesh. She leaned forward, licking at the tear tracks on your face as she finally pulled away from your thigh, instead settling herself between you again.

“You look so cute with tears in your eyes,” Sparkle cooed. She moved, caging you in with her arms, her hands settled by your shoulders as her knees kept your legs spread. She kissed at the back of your neck, nipping at the skin here and there, and sucking bruises into your flesh as she fostered the flame of your desire. She pulled one of your hands up, lacing your fingers together.

Suddenly, you could feel something shift. She seemed to take up more space, her hand heavier where it sat atop yours. Adrenaline rushed through your veins as you felt the body of a man drape over you, the hard line of a cock digging into your back.

Your brows furrowed, your head turning enough to see what she’d done. Instead of Sparkle, the visage of one of her friends, (coworkers?), Sampo, greeted you instead. It was disconcerting hearing her ragged breathing in your ear, her normal voice replaced by one several octaves deeper. “Sparkle, what are you doing?” you asked, your previous anxiety knotting up your stomach.

Instead of answering you, she simply chuckled, the noise grating your nerves. You wiggled beneath her, trying to dislodge and get out from under her, but she simply pressed further into you, laying all of her weight on you as she pressed you into the bed. You kicked at her legs. “C’mon cut it out,” you said. Despite your protesting, you could feel your arousal spike, warmth building beneath your skin at the situation.

She kissed your ear, her lips rougher than you were used to. “Shh, it’s okay,” she said.

You could feel your heart jump to your throat as she pressed her cock to your hole, teasing for now. “Sparkle stop, let’s talk fir- Ah!” She cut you off with a rough thrust in, sheathing herself in your heat in one thrust. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, the rough stretch burning into you. It was a lot to take at once. You had no idea if her copy was, uh, exact to Sampo’s real size, or if she’d made it the size she wanted, but if it was an exact copy then you had to admit the guy had a huge dick. You felt like you could feel it in your throat, as she roughly pulled out before slamming back into you, punching a moan out of you at the harsh treatment.

She grinded into you, pulling whimpers out of you at the insistent movement. Hearing her moan caused guilt to spike in you, hearing her voice - Sampo’s voice - like this felt like you were intruding on him in so many ways. Guilt settled heavy in your gut, you felt guilty getting off to this, to someone who wasn’t Sparkle, even if it was actually her doing this to you, pulling your head apart in such a way. Your tears finally spilled down your cheeks, the guilt of the situation causing them to fall one after another.

Despite everything, though, arousal still burned in your veins. Which became all the more apparent as she began to fuck you at a steady pace. You felt trapped beneath her, where normally there were soft lines and curves, you had dense, hard and heavy muscle caging you in, pressed against you as she practically smothered you beneath her, forcing you to just take what she was giving you, nowhere to run.

Her cock scraped you raw, physically and emotionally draining as she pistoned into you, directly targeting your sweet spots. It didn’t take long to bring you close to cumming, but you tried to hold yourself back, not wanting to cum, not like this, not when she wasn’t herself.

The hand that held yours pinned to the bed squeezed your fingers, and her other hand trailed to your neck, pinning your head to the bed as you felt her breath caress your ear as she spoke, “I can feel you clenching on my cock,” she purred, punctuating the statement with a particularly hard thrust, forcing a whine from your throat. “Go on, cum. Cum to someone who isn’t me.”

You choked on a moan, fresh tears spilling down your cheeks as you snapped, cumming and clenching down onto her cock. You felt gross afterwards, and you knew your face was a mess from the crying.

Sparkle didn’t stop though, continuing to fuck you through your high and through your regret and through your guilt and shameful arousal. She chuckled, the sound deep, the vibration rocking your chest. “So cute,” she said, staring at your fucked out face and tear tracks. “Gonna make me cum at this rate.” Her pace picked up as she fucked you into the bed, not letting you move even as you shuddered through overstimulation.

She moaned into your ear, the sound going straight to your core. You could feel her cock twitch within you, and as she finally came, her cum spilling deep into you, she bit down on your shoulder, teeth sunk deep into your flesh. You whined as she pulled her teeth out, instead licking at the wound before biting into another spot.

You thought after she came she’d stop fucking into you, but as she fucked her cum deeper into you, her cock still rock hard, you could tell she had no intentions of stopping yet. Your hand grasped at the sheets, trying to ground yourself as she bullied your insides until you saw stars.

“You like getting fucked like this?” Sparkle asked. “Like you’re just a stupid toy for me?” You whimpered, your cheeks heating up at her words.

The pleasure seemed to be never-ending, until she completely withdrew from you. For a second you thought maybe she’d grown tired of this, that she'd given you mercy, but then she half forced you into flipping over onto your back.

It was so much worse being able to see her like this, Sampo’s sleazy smile taunting you as she watched you like a hawk. Being able to see the flush on his cheeks, his disheveled hair, finally seeing the flushed cock between his legs. “It’s rude to stare.” Sparkle said, nudging herself between your legs, grasping her cock and guiding it to your hole again, slowly pressing into you as you hissed in pain from overstimulation.

Strong hands grasped beneath your knees, pushing your thighs up, up, up, until your muscles screamed at the strain and they laid flat to your chest. Your face contorted in pain, the position tweaking your muscles, but that only caused Sparkle to let out a throaty laugh.

“I just want to eat you alive,” she said. She pressed further into you and your breath left you all at once as her cock forced itself further into you, the new position allowing her to hit deeper into you, causing your hands to fly to her back to hold onto something. Sampo was way broader than Sparkle, bulky in a way your girlfriend definitely wasn’t. Hard back muscles flexed beneath your fingertips as you dug your nails into her back.

She leaned forward, trying to kiss you, but you tilted away, not wanting to kiss her like this. Her smile slid away, a frown tugging at her mouth. “Don’t be a brat,” she said, tugging your chin until you faced her again and she could press your lips to hers.

It felt rougher than usual, her lips slightly chapped. She snapped her hips, the sudden movement causing you to moan in surprise and she took the opportunity to shove her tongue into your mouth.

She fucked into you once more, her cock bullying you open hard and fast as she pressed into you. The kiss wasn’t any gentler. It was barely kissing at this point, instead she was practically tongue fucking your mouth. She was overwhelming you, wholly and utterly. Normally, you loved being overwhelmed by her, but guilt still pressed into you, roiling in your gut, blending and braiding into your arousal until it was impossible to separate them.

Your third orgasm came out of nowhere, hitting you hard as you clenched down onto her, milking her cock as you moaned around her tongue. Your nails raked down her back, causing her to whine at the sting. Your eyes flew open, locking with hers as she was already watching you, her eyes half lidded as she watched you as a predator stalks its prey.

You couldn’t stop your noises, whining and whimpering as overstimulation held you firmly in its grasp. Sparkle shoved her cock into you, upping the ante as she pulled her mouth away, fully bracing herself before snapping into you even faster, harder than before. You yelped, sobs leaving your throat as it turned truly painful.

Her cheeks were red, her gaze piercing as she watched you cry, a smile creeping onto her face as she shuddered. That expression was so delightful. Her nails dug into your thighs, as she thrust into you. Her hips stuttered as she came again, but she didn’t stop yet, fucking her cum deep into you until she was satisfied.

Finally, she pulled out of you, gently lowering your legs back onto the bed as she shifted, laying on to her side as she gathered your broken form into her arms. You felt a bit hollow, your hole empty as you felt cum spill out. Her illusion finally fell away as she pressed close to you, her arm wrapped around your waist.

She pressed apologetic kisses into your shoulder and neck. “Too rough?”

“No. Just caught me really off guard shifting like that,” you admitted.

You could feel her smirk on your skin. “But it was good.”

“Felt good, just hurt a bit because it was you but not.” You could feel her smile drop, as she hummed at your confession.

Sparkle’s voice was low as she spoke, “Sometimes I forget you really love me. Sorry.”

You grabbed her hand, lacing your fingers together. “Love you,” you murmured. You were exhausted after all of that.

She hummed in appreciation but Sparkle didn’t say anything. Though, the way she squeezed you tighter to her spoke volumes.

You started to drift to sleep but the only thing you could think was that although you were excited to start traveling with Sparkle, you really hoped she wouldn’t take you to see Sampo any time soon. It’d be really hard to look him in the eyes.

[cosmerelists]

If the "Chicken Dinner" Tradition Existed in the Cosmere...

"Chicken dinner" post requested by anon. :)

If you're not familiar with it, this is the "chicken dinner post." Basically, it's a tradition that Someone on the Internet has created, where you and a friend tear apart and eat an entire rotisserie chicken with your bare hands, fighting over it the whole time. Look, the post I linked explains it better.

Anyway, let's say this tradition (and also rotisserie chickens) existed throughout the Cosmere...

1. Sadeas & Dalinar: Firsthand Observations by Jasnah

--There was but a moment of sizing each other up from the edges of the tarp before both men charged directly at the chicken

--Dalinar kept his feet but Sadeas dove and so got the chicken first. He was able to get a few bites in before Dalinar dove onto him from above.

--There is now intense wrestling over the chicken.

--I observe that while Sadeas appears focused on getting as much chicken into his mouth as possible, Dalinar appears to be more focused on pinning his opponent to the mat--I mean, the tarp

--How did both men lose their shirts?

--Dalinar does now have Sadeas pinned, but the chicken is directly in front of Sadeas' head and he is STILL biting at it. I am not convinced that Dalinar has actually consumed any chicken at all.

--Sadeas has at length grown still. Dalinar has picked up the remains of the chicken carcass and is now holding it in both hands while he consumes it over Sadeas' prone form. However, I do observe that the most choice bits of the chicken do appear to have been consumed already--by Sadeas

--If this is a game with a winner, I do not know how to declare it in this case.

2. Tress & Huck: A Post-Chicken-Dinner Conversation

Tress: A-Again, I'm REALLY sorry. Huck: You don't have anything to be sorry about! Tress: Going in, I thought: well, it's just food, and Huck and I are friends, and I don't see why we can't just share the chicken peacefully. Tress: ... Tress: I don't know WHAT came over me! I ripped that chicken apart! I think I was growling at some point! Huck: Can confirm. Tress: A-And, worst of all... Tress: ... Tress: I can't believe I HELD you in one hand and ate the chicken with my other w-while LAUGHING that you were just a tiny helpless rat! Huck: Yeah, I sure hope that didn't awaken anything in me. Tress: ...what? Huck: A-Anyway, I think it was good for you to let go! Be wild and feral! It's probably healthy! Tress: It was...oddly freeing. Huck: That's the spirit!

3. Steris Rates People's Greatest Strength in Chicken Dinner Combat

--Wax: Airtime. Is able to fling himself and the chicken into the air and eat a great deal of it before they both land again

--Wayne: Hand-to-hand technique, lack of fear. Not afraid to get in close and literally eat chicken out of his opponent's hands

--Marasi: Surprising levels of savagry

--MeLaan: Stuck the entire chicken into her body, through her ribs. May be considered cheating

--Myself: No particular strengths. Did create a Chicken Eating Suit out of the same material as a tarp, and did replace the Central Chicken with a Fake Decoy while hiding the Actual Chicken in a place only I knew, thus securing my victory

4. A Series of Drawings by Shallan, Commemorating the 4 v. 1 Chicken Duel

[Adolin running toward the central chicken, alone, while four figures in Shardplate charge in from the opposite side]

[Abrobadar eating a chicken wing in triumph in front of Renarin, who is kneeling on the tarp]

[Kaladin Stormblessed, gloryspen swirling around him, holding up an entire chicken thigh on the end of his spear]

[Adolin sitting on a shouting Jakamov while he, Kaladin, and Renarin share the last of the chicken]

5. An Apology Letter Penned by Valette, To Elend

Dear Elend,

Sazed says that an apology letter is traditional after "something like yesterday." He is helping me write this.

I am sorry that I strangled your fiancée during our chicken dinner bout yesterday. When Shan Elariel grabbed that chicken thigh, I was overcome by an uncontrollable desire to take it from her by any means possible. And though I did win, strangling her while shouting that I was the Queen of Chicken was impolite.

I am also sorry that I punched your brother so many times. Zane was not even supposed to be there, but when he showed up and tried to take a bit out of the chicken while I was holding it, well, something came over me. But when he collapsed next to your still-unconscious fiancée, I did feel a moment of guilt...but only a moment, as I was soon overcome by the delicious Victory Chicken I was enjoying.

Finally, I am sorry that I also attacked your father. He wasn't even trying to get the chicken. But he was there. And he was looking at it. And I feel like the Zane thing was his fault. But I understand that it was probably disconcerting when a small woman covered in chicken juices launched at him suddenly while screaming.

I hope we can still be friends.

Sincerely,

Valette

6. Hoid & Kelsier: A Pre-Chicken-Dinner Conversation

Kelsier: I thought you couldn't eat meat. Hoid: Not if it's from a dead animal, no. Kelsier: And you can't perform violence. Hoid: Nope. Kelsier: ... Kelsier: So what are we even doing here? Hoid: Did you know that I was once challenged to a duel? Kelsier: Why would I know that? Hoid: Do you know what I did? Kelsier: [Looks to the side where Jasnah stands, wearing a giant apron that says "It's Chicken Eatin' Time", eyes glinting] Kelsier: [grins] I do love a fight I can't win...

[eldritch-spouse]

What if Vesper's queen was into Lacai as well? I'm maybe a bit too prideful or bashful to admit it if asked directly, but Lacai is just (chef's kiss). I might even get into trouble just to make Lacai correct me. Of course, this doesn't lessen the love or lust I'd have for Vesper, but I would certainly be sparing glances at the impcubus and be too embarrassed to admit it- that'd only make it worse, I'm into humiliation too- god. If Lacai wasn't into topping I'd even be entertained by walking him around on a leash while out with Vesper despite my preferences to be the one receiving. Lacai and Vesper together just do something to me. Idk.

[Idk if you meant romantically as well, but I'm assuming you did.]

The thing with Vesper is that, out of every Icon, he's the one more likely to accept polyamory. This only works, however, if he maintains a position of power in the dynamic. It certainly helps that you have your eyes set on someone so close to Vesper, his very own confidant and an imp he's been sexual with plenty of times in the past. This is easily accepted by Vesper.

Lacai swings with the flow, so to say. While some concubi will already have the intent to top or bottom, Lacai reads your first couple of reactions and decides what'll work best. So, if you turn away or stutter some sad excuse when mildly prodded about your unsubtle oogling, he'll definitely be more insistent and domineering. It definitely riles him up to have the Queen of Lust crawling for him, debased before a mere imp servant. Is it just that you already can't control yourself around your subjects or is little old Lacai your newest cunt-throb?

Vesper has little idea as to why you'd be timid about wanting to sleep with others. This is now your Kingdom, human inhibitions are worthless, because everyone wants you here. The King clearly understands that there is much tension between you and Lacai, but you don't act on it- And so it clicks, you have a little crush. Isn't that adorable? And kind of hot to him, frankly. Vesper thinks Lacai is worthy of sharing with, so he'll just start messing with you two now.

Vesper finds you eye-fucking the impcubus while he's tidying something in the room? Alright Lacai, undress now. No other orders, Vesper just has Lacai work naked for the rest of the day, watching you simmer with arousal quietly.

Lacai, help me bathe the Queen.

Lacai, prepare the Queen for tonight's games.

Lacai, entertain the Queen while I handle the visitors.

It just won't end.

If it takes you too long to squeal, he'll arrange things differently, targeting the impcubus rather than you. Because if you're still too shy -Oh, how cute- To admit your own desires, then he knows someone who isn't. The imp.

The King is a master at setting up the perfect scene, making things look "accidental", such as when you stumble on him torturously edging his head servant, as if Vesper's goal wasn't for you to witness it. Even if you're not brave enough to walk in and decide to loom by the edge of the doorframes like a true voyeur, the other two can feel you. Vesper's teasing taunts to his servant all revolve around you, debauched fantasies of you servicing Lacai, servicing them both. The toys he knows Lacai would enjoy using on you. Loudly exposing how much of a creep the imp is, that he watches you change, that he jerks off to the scent of your panties, that he wants to wake you up every morning with a cock stuffed in you to the hilt.

Finally, Vesper will rip a confession out of the imp and pretend that the already very evident information shocks him. Most importantly, he reacts positively. And that should give you more confidence, in the Icon's mind.

If not, and by then they're both quite frustrated with this game, both Vesper and Lacai will "bully" the truth out of you. There's no hiding any lust from the residents of the royal mansion, so they'll rejoice in flustering you half to death as they share all the moments they have caught you staring, all the times your fingers rubbed soothingly over your pussy from how soaked you were getting around the imp.

Say you love them, say you want them both, and the two will use you together, make your dirty little daydreams a reality.

[micer2012]

hi :D

xisuma talked about the theory (the one game theory stole) about 38 minutes into the latest stream! (Feb 4)

he once again mentioned that yeah, he belives game theory plagiarized it, but he also mentioned that your theory included the point that was based on a rendering issue (and GT "made the same mistake") and idk if he mentioned it before but now I'm wondering what that part is 🤔

that's it ty byeee

HOLY SHITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT.

2/4/24 Hermitcraft 10 | First Stream with Sicksuma! 31:48:

“Hey X, big fa[n], wanted to know if you watched the Hermitcraft game theory and what you think about it.”

Yeah I did see it, and…

I still, I still have very mixed feelings about it. I don’t wanna get dragged into, yknow, um… A sorta calling people out or anything like that, but the explanation, that we were given about that had never been satisfactory for me. 

I-I really think that that was plagiarized. Um- The biggest reason I think it was is because… Apart from the theory being SO on point with this fan theory, like beat for beat, the fan theory, the original one, has a detail in it, which is a complete and utter misunderstanding of something that was just a rendering issue? There was a rendering issue in the video that this fan extrapolated into meaning something. And then, so did the Game Theorists, um… fan theory or whatever you wanna call it, right? They made the same extrapolation on a rendering error, to me it was just… too uncanny, and… supposedly, no, the writers never did that, uh, y’know I’m not here to say they did or they didn’t, it’s of course entirely possible and you can never know, it’s just it never satisfied me, it never felt right. 

So um, yeah, I-I still feel not too great about that. Like it was nice to have my story in a big video, that- that felt really cool, but the way in which it happened, not cool I don’t think. It just, uh, I don’t buy it. 

[...]

34:35: “X doesn’t buy his own lore, that’s so damn cool” says memcbest- I don’t know what you mean by that, I’m not saying I don’t buy my own lore I’m saying- I think- I think it was plagiarism. I really do. Like I said, an uncanny amount of similarities, like beat for beat with this fan theory, and then even misinterpreting a rendering error the same way, it just- it didn’t feel right AT all. It really felt like this had been ripped off. 

…So yeah, so therefore, I feel bittersweet about it. Like it’s cool that there’s a video out there on Evil X, but it… it should’ve been made by someone else, y’know. Or with the original theorist’s consent. That’s how I feel about it. 

Later on he goes on about other channels not citing their sources and furthering the same misunderstanding/false info because they’re just plagiarizing from each other, but it’s not directly related so I won’t transcribe it. He says plagiarism is an interesting topic to think about. He also talks about how AI will make it worse, and about having seen the hbomberguy video ^^

I THINK. THE RENDERING ERROR HE'S TALKING ABOUT IS the point of EX's eyes reflecting as Jeff's i put at the end of my first post:

BUT ANYWAY. THIS MEANS A LOT TO MEEE THIS REALLY DOES MEAN A LOT. the stance xisumas given before this to my knowledge is "it looks suspicious but we cant know unless they say something" so to hear. someone who absolutely has all the facts, is unbiased towards either of us, say firmly game theory's statement doesn't hold up and it's Obvious it's copied from mine. IT. MEANS A LOTTTT

[rinndjarin]

A Shot Breakdown of the new TLOU S2 first look!

*Cue Little Sadie* Ellie at the dance. Looks like it’s ripped directly from the game. No notes. Though this does make me wonder if we’ll be getting this scene sooner rather than later. In the game, we don’t see this scene until the Farmhouse. I think I read somewhere that Craig Mazin isn’t a big fan of flashbacks, so we might be seeing some stuff in chronological order. 

The tattoo! And the chemical burn. No idea where this shot is, but it looks like Ellie is either drawing or at a workbench. Either way, it looks great. 

The great Catherine O’Hara! I’m so excited to see her here. When her casting was first announced, many people, myself included, believed that she would be playing the Seraphite prophet, but then in an interview she mentioned that she was doing scenes with Pedro, so that wouldn’t make sense. I’ve seen others say that she’s might be playing a therapist-type character in Jackson. The editing in the trailer definitely makes it seem like that! But I think this is a misdirect. Joel’s dialogue in this trailer is definitely him talking to Tommy like at the beginning of the game. I don’t think he’s talking to Catherine there. So who is she talking to? It could be Joel in a different scene. It could also be Ellie. It could also be someone completely different. What a mystery! I’m so excited to learn more about her character. 

Oh Joel. My sad old man. He looks so broken here. Pedro, your Emmy is coming! Like I said before, the editing makes it look like he’s talking to Catherine, but I believe this scene is with Tommy. 

This shot is going to keep me up at night. What is this?? When is this?? Why is my daughter screaming? She has a bandage around her chest, she’s on a gurney, and someone is holding her shoulder. Could be Maria? My prediction is that this is Ellie right after being brought back to Jackson after Golfing, and she’s having a freak out. It seems like she’s looking at something (someone?) What if Joel’s body is in whatever room that is? I’m not sure. I’ve seen some other people suggest that this could be some kind of nightmare sequence which could also be very possible. I saw another suggestion that this could be Ellie getting the chemical burn to cover her bite mark but I’m skeptical of that. That scream is way too emotionally charged in my opinion. Whatever the case may be, Bella is showing their acting chops here and I see awards in their future. 

Another shot that has me stumped. This must be Jackson right? Let’s say for now that it is. Is Jackson under attack? By who? Raiders? Infected? This looks like way too many people to be Abby’s crew. Maybe this is a flashback. I saw someone suggest that this could be a a flashback to Tommy defending Jackson so that we can see his sharpshooter skills. That’s definitely possible. If it’s not Jackson, then could it be a flashback to a Seraphite conflict? Those wooden walls could suggest a Seraphite village. I’m not sure. This one is a doozy.

Tommy!! He looks so good. I cannot wait to see more Gabriel Luna in this role. He’s gonna kill it. So this shot comes right after the one with the people running towards that wooden gate (possibly Jackson) and with the editing, it looks like Tommy is on top of that gate. It could very well be the same scene or it’s two different scenes spliced together. I think it’s very possible that this shot is from the scene where Tommy and Joel save Abby. I doubt this is Tommy in Seattle since this is very clearly winter. 

The Seraphites! They look awesome. I’m thinking this must be the scene with Ellie in the park on her way to the Hospital on Day 2. It could also be Abby’s Day 1 when she meets Yara and Lev, but I’m starting to think we won’t be seeing Abby’s Seattle days until Season 3. There have been no casting announcements for Yara and Lev.

Dina! My lovely Dina. Okay so I’m not really sure where this shot would be, but I’m thinking it’s somewhere in Seattle because of the coat she’s wearing. Isabela Merced was wearing it while shooting with Bella in Vancouver for Seattle scenes. In the tunnels maybe? The theater? Not sure, but she looks great! I love Dina, and I think Isabela is gonna be great. After seeing her in the Alien: Romulus trailers, I’m confident that she’s going to knock it out of the park. 

Ellie unleashing Hell? Amazing. You go girl. 

If you look closely, you can see a person standing on the ridge in this shot. My guess is that it’s Abby or Owen scouting out the Jackson area. 

Jeffrey Wright is back as Isaac! Let’s go! One of my few complaints about Part 2 is not seeing enough of Isaac. He’s such an intimidating character and I need more. Jeffrey Wright is going to DELIVER. 

First look at Kaitlyn Dever as Abby! Another shot that could’ve be ripped right out of the game. I think Kaitlyn is going to be an amazing Abby, and I hope for her sake that she doesn’t go on any social media when Season 2 premiers. IYKYK.

Nothing much to say here except that this is most likely Jackson/early game. It’s hard to tell who the riders are. It could be any combination of Ellie, Dina, Jesse, Joel, or Tommy. Or maybe they’re random patrollers from Jackson; who knows?!

This has to be the subway scene in Seattle Day 1! I love that level; the introduction of the Shamblers, the red flares, clickers and WLF everywhere. It’s gonna be good.

Clicker in the subway! Makeup looks amazing, but of course I’m not surprised. This show cannot and will not miss. 

“I saved her.” Yes you did, Joel. You saved your babygirl. Like the first shot of Joel, I think he’s talking to Tommy here. Most likely not Catherine O’Hara (but I’m open to being surprised!) Pedro just brings so much vulnerability and softness to Joel. He’s the same character from the games, but he’s also not. It’s not better or worse, just a little different, and I applaud Pedro for his performance. 

[momentomori24]

Keiji is a character that I'm pretty sure every one of us can recognize is an absolute weirdo (ok maybe some are too hard on copium for the "weirdo" part) and sketchy as hell, but thinking about everything he's done it really feels like he's so much shady and ruthless than we give him credit for. So here's me bulletpointing some the moments that I haven't seen too many talk about, a little theory throwing his status into question and addressing the massive elephant in the room that almost everyone refuses to acknowledge. If there's something else you feel I missed or wanted to evaluate on, do leave it in the comments.

[Also, disclaimer: I will be discussing Keiji and Sara in a romantic light near the end of this post, so if that makes you uncomfortable please proceed with caution or skip entirely. This should go without saying but for my own sake I will say it anyway-- No, I do not condone their relationship in real life. No, this is not meant to be "shippy" or endorsement of any kind. This will simply be pointing out their dynamic as another example to prove the whole point of this rant. But if someone else does ship them that's totally fine. Fiction doesn't equal reality and if you harass a real person over fictional characters you will not see the light of heaven. Be civil, please and thank you. My block button is rated E for Everyone and if anyone decides to ignore the warnings and be an asshole I won't hesitate to use it. Thanks for listening. Disclaimer over.]

*Being a murderer.

I feel like I should start with the most obvious and undeniable. I don't think this is debatable to anyone here. Mr. Policeman may have been an accident and kinda confirmed by Midori to have been set up, but he still shot and killed an unarmed man in a moment of panic and recklessness. Even putting that aside, there's no denying that he killed Megumi in cold blood to get out of his debt to her and covered it up to the group to preserve his credibility. Regardless of what you think of Megumi, he has no excuse here. Not only is he one more kill away from being a serial killer, he's the only participant in our group that has actually killed people directly aside from Alice. Another reason why I bring this up is cuz something that completely flew over my head is this:

At the start of the game he had the audacity to complain about not having a partner or someone he knows with him like Sara does as if he didn't literally let Megumi get ripped apart by chains probably not even an hour ago Keiji what the hell--

*Throwing Kanna under the bus repeatedly.

Despite positioning himself as a protector and someone to rely on, he's far from above putting their youngest members in danger. Next to voting for the fourteen year old girl to die, he had the great idea of letting said fourteen year old be the one to babysit their biggest liability. Up to the point where they would stay in the same room both day and night. While I absolutely 100% trust that Sou would never EVER do anything to her, Keiji had no guarantee of that when he send her off. Hell, he literally just got done accusing Sou of setting Joe up to die (which I don't believe almost solely based on the fact that he said it, more on that another time maybe). He knew Sou was bad news, and openly acknowledges how adults can be terrifying, but he did it anyway. The dubiety of throwing the already traumatised little girl to keep watch on what they thought to be the most dangerous adult that had manipulated her once before is not lost on me, and that he didn't take any responsibility for her afterwards isn't lost on me either. To be fair, the Sou and Kanna thing doesn't just fall on him, it falls on everybody (Alice gets a pass because he actually swapped out with Kanna to watch Sou for her), but he was the one with the final say on the matter and who encouraged her to take the role despite Reko's rightful protests. The fact that he also voted for her to die in the Main Game, and is the only adult to do so, doesn’t help his case.

*Attempting to frame Sou knowing Reko was actually responsible.

While you could argue he was trying to cover for her since he knew why she did what she did, trying to pin this act on Sou to cast more doubt on his is extremely shitty. Never mind the blatant corruption and the irony of a supposed man of the law abusing his power to knowingly frame an innocent person (in this situation at least), and him sowing more seeds of confusion and resentment within an already rattled group, and giving Sou legitimate reason to be suspicious of him (and by extension Sara)-- this makes it so difficult to trust him after realising he's done this. Literally every time he accuses someone of being or doing something suspicious (mostly Sou), I always have to think in the back of my head if he’s telling the truth or just telling a blatant lie. He's shown that he's willing to not only lie to cover for himself, but to lie to delegitimize someone else. And Sara never caught onto it (Sou and maybe even Nao likely did tho). She never openly acknowledged it-- No one did. The complete lack of mention of what he did here makes this action quite missable. Hell, I didn't even catch it the first time. Has he done this before? Who else has he lied about? Who else would he lie about? Who else would he knowingly pit against the group? You don't have to wait for that answer, because I will provide an example later. And with "later", I mean now.

*Casting suspicion on Gin before the vote while hiding the fact that he killed Megumi.

While it's not as blatant as with Kanna, there are two instances where Keiji shows a readiness to either put or leave Gin in harm's way. The biggest one for me is in the Main Game. Like, how dare you. That is a furry child, sir. This kid’s like TWELVE. Even though he makes a valid point about calling out suspicious actions to clear them up so we can all trust each other, casting doubt on Gin of all people right there feels pretty screwed to me. This was before the preliminary vote. His words could’ve very well gotten Gin voted for if he couldn’t disclose why he did what he did for whatever reason and therefore being unable to clear himself from suspicion. It’s even more fucked when you realise that Keiji has literally murdered his partner and is currently planning to get Sou killed while giving this whole spiel about doubting others so that we can believe them and pointing the finger at a little kid to make an example to the group. But when Nao, Sou and Sara call him out on his suspicious actions that could rightfully damage his credibility, he tries to shut them down completely. My brother in Christ, you brought it on FIRST (don’t get me wrong I’m very much aware he didn’t really mean the whole “trusting each other” bit but come on dude)--

Speaking about not meaning what he says:

*Letting the group think he’s Ok to vote for knowing he’s the Keymaster.

This kinda got to me because I thought this was Keiji actually being… vulnerable? Accepting the consequences of his actions and allowing them to vote for him in their distrust without protest even tho it could cost him his life, maybe. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I can’t remember a lot of times-- or any times, really-- where Keiji has willing put himself into the line of fire, at this point at least. He always finds a way to keep himself safe, give himself insurance, and I thought that this would be the one time he doesn’t do that. But this feels so ominous looking back knowing that he was the Keymaster the whole time. That our distrust and betrayal and his resignation to it all didn’t matter because he was going to be safe no matter what. That he knowingly allowed us to assume that he was a safe vote because he didn’t want his plan to kill Sou to be ruined, which narrowed down choice of people we can safely vote for even further. That this action is ultimately the reason why Sou and Kanna were our only options to kill off in the end. If he had admitted it there, we could’ve found someone else to vote for so our final options could consist of three people, not two. But he didn’t, and the rest is history. There’s a lot of things he’s done I can’t get over. This one ranks pretty high. The second Main Game is already a huge sore spot for me for obvious reasons; knowing that a lot of the things that happened were due to his inaction where it truly mattered and activity in all the wrong places doesn’t make me fee any better. He didn't say he was a safe vote-- he didn't lie-- but his words carefully omit that voting for him means a total party death, something he should've stated then (and before this, really).

*Leaving Sara with the sacrifice card.

Despite making a big show about “always being by her side” and being her “reliable policeman”, he chose to look away when she was in real danger. He attached himself to her as her right hand man, made her shoulder the responsibility of being the leader, constantly manipulated and flattered her to win her trust and gain her favour-- but when she needed him the most, he basically left her for dead because it was the most beneficial to him. Keep in mind that not only did he know about her getting the sacrifice (he was also the sage so he'd have seen the trade happen), but he had the tokens to help her get rid of it. But those tokens weren’t for her life. They were for his. He used them instead to give himself the Keymaster as insurance for the Main Game (the Keymaster he stole from Sou/Kanna most likely to buy Sara’s trust btw). His desperation for survival outweighed his sense of obligation to keep her safe, and that’s the most subtle yet transparent he’s been about his selfishness. What makes this so much worse is that Keiji is our support character. He’s an ally, and our closest one at that, to the point where Sara burned her hands in a futile attempt to rescue him and signed her life away to save his. And yet his loyalty and protectiveness pale in comparison to other characters. Compare his actions to Sou’s: one of their many parallels and similarities is that both their girls get hit with the sacrifice card. As we’ve established, Keiji was fully aware of Sara being send the sacrifice by Sou, had 50 tokens ready to go and chose to secure his own survival than save her life. Kanna ended up doing it instead, attempting to trade the card off Sara with Sou realising what happened immediately. And what does Sou do? Completely bend over backwards trying to keep her alive. He lied about being the Sacrifice so the others wouldn’t suspect Kanna of having that role, meaning he could try gathering vote for her without anyone seeing his true intentions. He tried to stop her about coming out with the truth of what she had done so she doesn’t sentence herself to death. After everything he did to survive-- after how much he lied, how much he schemed, how much he hurt, and how he had thrown himself away to replace everything that made him Shin with the man that had traumatised him years before the game began to scrape together even the tiniest chance to survive-- he threw it all to the wind and was willing to let it all be in vain if it meant she got to make it out of the Main Game alive. The worst part is that Sou had never intended to make it through that Main Game. He confessed to already knowing that Kanna would choose Sara over him if she truly had the Sacrifice card. Yet he still did what he did all in the hopes that she could win. Because it was all about her survival first, not about them surviving together.

It also gives a different context to Sou's panic and him stumbling over his words trying to come up with any argument to get them to stop. At first I thought that Sou was afraid for his life. Which would make sense-- Keiji and Q-taro set him up to die and seemed pretty adamant on having everyone voting for him to get it all over with. But he was already prepared to die the minute he realised Kanna traded with Sara. So it means it wasn’t his life he was fearing for here-- it was hers. To him, if they voted for him there, it wouldn’t have just been his end but hers too. But we know that Kanna isn’t the one who has the sacrifice. It’s Nao, and considering how the Main Game can end either or both of them dead, I wonder if he regrets not having given up there, not letting Keiji get away with that shitty stunt he pulled knowing it would’ve at least guaranteed her safety than leave her fate in hands of a girl with enough reason to kill her. Ignoring the sounds of my heart shattering into pieces for the 100th time thinking about the Greenblings, it’s so fascinating that our biggest rival and most distrusted member has a greater sense of loyalty and responsibility for his ally than Keiji has for his own. Sou can be a liar and manipulative and selfish, but for how unpredictable he is something I can always trust is his love for those he holds dear (Kanna) and general desire to protect our most vulnerable (Gin). Sou loves Kanna, and so he’s fine with protecting her even if it comes at a price he never wanted to pay. Keiji surely cares about Sara, but unfortunately that is something I can’t say about him-- at least at that time (also the fact that Sou ended up taking more care and responsibility for Kanna despite Keiji having been the one to throw her on him in the first is so ironic).

*Continuously pushing Sara to take on the role of leader.

I think one of Keiji's biggest failures in the game come from his treatment of Sara despite positioning himself as her most reliable ally and her partner. From the very get-go, he was very adamant of making Sara be the one to shoulder the responsibility of the group. He, along with Joe (he didn't do anything wrong here), pushed Sara to be the Challenger during the Russian Roulette, despite Q-taro and Kai being readily available. He made Sara be the one to interrogate the suspicious convict while distancing himself from the situation. And he encourages her to lead them through the Main Game, lets her make the choices that steer them all forward and as a consequence take the fall for them as well. Rather than take on the role himself, or let another adult take it, he places his full trust in her and makes her shoulder everyone's weight so he doesn't have to. And he can see the effect it has on her: having horrific hallucinations due to the immense guilt she feels. But having Sara as their leader gives him a greater shot at survival and helps his credibility, so even though he tries to provide her comfort he still continues to keep her in that role. Again, the high schooler taking responsibility for the adults falls on a lot of the older people here, but Keiji was the one who kickstarted it rather than just go along with it like everyone else had. Gin, Nao, Kanna, Reko and even fucking Sou to an extent all have moments where they take the burden off her and relieve her of that pain she shoulders all the time (or at least try to). I need Keiji to take more responsibility for both the group and for her.

*Pitting Sara and Joe against each other.

This is just another example of the previous point. This isn't as bad, and I could give him the benefit of the doubt that this might have not been intentional, but it's something I want to bring up regardless. I'll be the first to say that Keiji wasn't wrong here. Prying into everyone's votes is a very bad move, especially since no one knew that Mishima would actually die (it was introduced as a practice round, after all). I agree with him, Joe was being rash, but instead of leaving the conversation there, he decided to throw Sara into it to pick a side. Which is... not good. He already won the argument and already had Reko on his side. Bringing in Sara could not only make Joe feel worse and potentially strain their relationship (especially if she rightfully chooses Keiji's side like he was expecting and hoping for), but just puts Sara in the spotlight during something she doesn't want to be part of. While there's a chance he might've done this because he know Joe is more likely to listen to her than him, he should've known better than that. It again makes her take the responsibility of giving the final verdict that would've otherwise gone to him.

*Asking Sara to take responsibility for his life

I've got nothing other that the grown adult swearing his life to the grieving, unstable teenager to take responsibility for while asking her if she'd die along with him is weird as heck. Keiji's said weirder things prior to this, but this one is a different weird. I think Beanieman's post mostly echoes my thoughts on this on, so I'll link it here for this point. This part kinda bothers me:

He shouldn't be encouraging her taking on anymore responsibility than she already is. He knows that the deaths that happened under her leadership haunt her. He knows that she's very much unstable enough already, to the point where he takes baby-steps to avoid triggering her trauma over Joe. He positioned himself as her reliable partner, her rock to lean on (quite literally sometimes). We see first hand how emotionally dependent she is on him. If he died, it would destroy her-- she'd destroy herself over it. He knows this (or should) but he still does it. His disappointment and dismissiveness when she understandably rejects him makes it worse. The guilt of potentially not living up to his expectations is not what she needs.

*Potentially working for Asunaro

This is more ambiguous than everything else here and more a theory than anything but it's been on my mind for a long time that Ranmaru might actually be onto something here. We know that Asunaro has a strong hold on the police. Midori was able to infiltrate the force, and they were able to get rid of Mr. Policeman for looking into the corruption going on, first having Megumi fire him and secondly getting Keiji to kill him by planting false info about the suspect having a gun. Megumi was also able to get Keiji off the hook for murder, which I believe Asunaro had a hand in too (I theorize this might've been her wish). There's also Alice, who was arrested and sent to prison despite the fact that he (legally) didn't kill anyone since Midori was a doll. The police are connected to Asunaro-- by extension Megumi and extending further potentially Keiji.

Something I've seen someone rightfully point out is that neither of the options you're given to say in response to the accusation... actually deny it? Both choices dance around answering directly, which is suspect as fuck. If Keiji truly wasn't with Asunaro, why not shut that theory down immediately? There's no benefit to answering anything but "no" when he's innocent, and he's lied straight to people's faces for less. So why not just debunk it? I think it's cuz there might be some truth to what Ranmaru was saying here. The biggest reason I think this is because despite the fact that Keiji quit the force, he and Megumi were still associating with each other years later. They were kidnapped together and partnered up for their first trial. One missable piece of dialogue is Keiji admitting that he was with his partner-- or rather a "coworker"-- before getting knocked out.

That slip of the tongue and backtracking makes me believe this part to be true. Him switching from "my partner" to "a coworker", which is a lot more distant and impersonal, makes me think it's got to be Megumi. However, I don't believe that Keiji would wanna keep in touch with her after what happened willingly, so I can only imagine that it's due to that debt he has to her. My little game theory here is that after the shooting, the debt he owed her was a forced recruitment into Asunaro. It's the only thing I can imagine he meant by "the worst kind of debt", a debt he'd literally let her die for to get out of. And if this is true, then it could also explain away his instant attachment to Sara, since he'd know beforehand that she's someone he can depend on due to her having the highest chance at survival. Maybe he already knew about her beforehand, one way or the other. We know Hayasaka did (which I think we as a fandom moved on from way too fast btw). Kai and Sou did too. There's always a chance. And unlike Sou's victory rate and Midori's favourite number, it's not zero. One person made a comic about this idea I recommend checking it out, it's tastefully unsettling. But still very much unsetling and uncomfortale. Be warned that it's also Keisara-centred, so if that makes you even more uncomfortable they did the job right you can ignore it. Proceed with caution or don't read if you don't like.

*Being a predator

I have been waiting so long for this one XD For context: a while ago I made a longpost discussing the sanitisation of soushin and this kind of toxic attitudes in fandoms regarding "problematic content" (ships, characters, shows, you name it). In it, I mentioned that it's not only soushin that receives this treatment but a certain other dynamic too. It's not a rainy day, however this has been way overdue and if I don't get this done now I never will.

Something I've seen a lot, and I mean a LOT-LOT is this notion that Keiji acts "like a father" to Sara and that their relationship is a completely platonic father-daughter bond and that he's the resident dad of the group? Like, it's cute, but that's not at all what their relationship is. At all. Not even a little bit. We called Sou and Kanna siblings before the Greenblings reveal. The difference is that not only does half the fandom think this man is gay, but he's only ever been protective and caring and loving without any romantic intentions towards Kanna ever. His title as her brother was deserved, based on the genuine affection and platonic protectiveness similar to that of Alice's. Keiji has made advances tho, on many occasions, and his flirting is repeatedly acknowledged by other characters. Namely Sou and Reko.

(Sou grills him for being a creep every chance he gets I love him XD) But yeah, these are not the type of reactions and comments you receive when being a "father-figure" to the teenager. You get all this when you hit on the teenager. Which he does all the time by calling her "cute" every time she asks something and his "cute little detective", swearing himself to her by saying that "he's always on her side" or something like that, asking her if she'd die alongside him, repeatedly claiming or insinuating that they're on a date, or ""having a moment"" and going to ""take the next step"" when in private (*cough* groomer *cough*)-- you name it, he likely said it. He's a walking-talking ladykiller machine and teenage girls aren't safe, apparently.

(Quick note: The dialogue for the Russian Roulette one is a tad different now. In the new translation he says "cause you're so darn cute" now. I dunno if that makes it sound any less weird, but I felt like putting that out there. What I'm also putting out there is that according to the trivia he calls her cute 8 times throughout the game so. Yeah. *Cough* groomer *COUGH COUGH*)

Like, who tf says this?? Especially that last part 💀 Even if you wanna die on the hill that these are supposed to be "jokes" not to be taken seriously, we should all be able to agree that the (ex)police officer in his late 20s jokingly hitting on the high schooler he follows around is still weirdo behaviour at best and down right despicable at worst. The fandom seeing lowkey predatory/inappropriate behaviour from a figure of authority persistent for almost three entire chapters and dismissing it as "fatherly" and "platonic" is, well, concerning. It's very concerning. If your dad acts like Keiji, you should probably call the police. Unfortunately for Sara, Keiji is the police. And considering this guy got away with manslaughter, I don't think said police would do anything anywho. But yeah-- he uses flattery and flirting to distract her from prodding to much at him while simultaneously aiming to gain favour in her eyes. He showers her with reassurance of his loyalty and affirmation of his deeper attachment towards her and her alone every chance he gets to cement his position as her closest and most trustworthy ally. He insinuates a romantic partnership between them to others to mostly keep her to himself or the two of them alone (he always does that when they're investigating or going to investigate by themselves). There's such an obvious romantic undertone to their relationship and his actions that it going almost completely ignored in the fandom feels weird to me.

I want to make clear that there's nothing wrong with headcanoning Keiji as a father figure to Sara. It's cute. Keiji didn't have a dad himself, and the closest thing to a father figure he had was the man he shot dead. He's a damaged and hardened guy. But Sara's dad is involved with Asunaro and Gin's is an alcoholic, and in a situation where they both need guidence and protection he tries his best to grow and change, fumbling to become that decent father none of them got to have. It's nice, and a wholesome dynamic for our "characters with memorandum counterparts and only non-determined deaths" trio. But that's obviously not what their dynamic is. There's a difference between headcanoning something and erasing canon and the Yttd fandom leans heavily into the latter. Keiji's a creep, he always has been, yet 90% of people I see always portray him as a Mr. Dad Guy or completely sanitise him to hell when him being creepy and unnerving to be around is what made him such a fascinating character. Just like I said with Soushin, the sanitisation to make canon more digestible is one thing: harassing or insulting the people that explore canon is another. I'm gonna take a bullet, derail this rant and say it-- Keisara shippers get so much shit for literally being right it's so infuriating. Keiji does hit on Sara, a lot. He's creepy and weird like that. Him flirting with her isn't a "mistranslation" or a joke or anything like that; his dubious wording and antics are very much intentional. Yet the only people I see actually addressing and acknowledging that without adding fluff is keisara shippers and other ""proshippers"" only for them to get fucking sniped for it I cannot 💀💀 I have yet to meet a single eastern fan who calls this cop "fatherly". This really feels like such a western issue cuz the majority of the japanese fandom agrees that this man's a predator (correct me if i'm wrong but keisara is the most popular ship in the japanese side of the fandom, right?). Then again, eastern fandoms are more chill over there when it comes to separating fiction and reality in general anywho.

*Yeah, I think I'm done with the Keiji slander. Yay. Time to unceremoniously end this.

There's more to say about that, but this is a Keiji post, not another shipping discourse post (although it's hard discussing Keiji's predatory behaviour without bringing it up too). Before I do spiral from the original point, I'm going to try and reach some sort of conclusion here. While I did spent the majority of this post just reading Keiji to filth, and am very salty towards him in particular, this was not just to rake him through mud for my own sanity (tho it's part of it XD). Keiji's character is that he started off as someone who wanted to do the right thing, someone who wanted to be good and moral and protect others by joining the force only to kill all the progress he made along with the person who inspired him to become an officer in the first place. It heavily contrasts the Keiji we have now, a sleazy, unreliable and corrupt ex detective who flirts with underage girls and is willing to resort to the most bankrupt of decisions to save himself. A man that has long lost hope of his wounds healing that he lets them fester and his rot spread onto others. And while I headcanon Keiji to just inherently be a piece of shit, his former self tried his best to be genuinely good before he became so convinced he can never be better that he made peace with his shittiness in the end.

With all this I wanted to highlight some the shadier and bankrupt things he's done that I haven't seen much discussion around and refresh myself on them before the final part. Both so no matter how emotionally dependent and therefore rose-tinted Sara is about the man I don't forget what he's actually like and what he's done while also being able to appreciate how much he's changed for the better. Some of my favourite examples about how he's changed are these:

Before the second Main Game Keiji was willing to let Sara and Kanna die because it was the most beneficial option for him, but in Chapter 3 he takes the on the role of "it" from Kanna and refuses to tag Sara when he thought he was gonna die after failing to beat Midori.

Actually showing more sympathy towards Sou after the Main Game. He was very mean about dismantling his pretence of a cold front to Kanna's death, don't get me wrong, but he showed a lot more consideration and understanding for Sou's feelings and acknowledgement about his active role in it than he ever had beforehand.

He was genuinely fighting for everyone to survive the game, not just himself. While Keiji would prefer everyone making it out safely, he has a tendency to guarantee his own survival first through any means necessary. His plan to corner Midori in the banquet could've cost him his life if it weren't for Q-taro's final stunt, yet he still reassured Sara to save Gin even tho it could've resulted in his execution from Meister potentially finding him guilty of violating the rules.

Him hugging Mai and trying to be more cheerful was cute as heck. I'm sorry but him showing more vulnerability around his allies and being less closed off in a way he hasn't been before is something I'm very head empty about. That he was hugging and interacting with Mai without making any unwanted advances or ladykiller jokes and generally just having a more friendly vibe was nice. It makes his creeping on Sara more unfortunate, but I'll take what I can for now. The bar is in hell.

And that's it, I think. Overall, I hope they do address some of his actions here in the final part or make them have an impact on his and Sara's relationship. Especially that Asunaro part. The person who wished for Sara to join the death game is still unknown and so is Keiji's consent form wish (same goes for the Dummies, Hinako and Megumi), so I'm curious if they're related or not. If he's going to go down an even darker path or redeem himself as much as he can we'll see when the final part drops. He has the potential to go both ways. This is going to be kinda awkward if the next part reveals him to have been a decent guy all along, so hopefully that doesn't happen. Please be morally bankrupt, man. This post didn't end up the way I wanted it to, nor bring up as many points as I would've liked, but I know I won't finish it if I went full perfectionist on it (I already spent months on this writer's block do be a bitch) and it's looking kinda long already. Hopefully it's still decent enough as is right now. I'd like to say that this is my apology for the last longpost I made, but I brought up one of the most controversial and hated ships and traits of Keiji's character and defended them, so maybe I shouldn't 🙃 Anywho, hope you enjoyed and cheerio.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

afterimage, m | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader

summary: Min Yoongi is afraid. Afraid to break down the wall between what I want to say and what I cannot say. How someone answers tells him a lot about he can trust them or not. He wants to trust the smile that breaks rules. He shouldn't, but he wants to.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; alcohol consumption; jaded views of the music industry; a layered conversation of worldviews, coping mechanisms, and overwhelming sexual tension; smut (fem reader, ripping stockings, heavy petting, fingering, very minor restraint, m-receiving oral, spit kink, penetrative sex); non-BTS!AU - solo music artist!long-haired!Yoongi x writer!reader; Yoongi’s POV

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“What is something that you want to say but you cannot say?”

Those careful eyes surveyed him closely. After a moment, she answered with, “Just a game, right?”

He smiled. Tipped his half-full whiskey glass towards her. She didn’t have one. Nothing in front of her but the walls in her eyes to keep him out. Not complete darkness though. There was a door if he really looked deep into that stare. Locked. But a door was a door. Any door could always be unlocked.

She was inviting him to break in.

“Yeah. Play along.”

They sat on the floor, his smoked-glass-topped coffee table in between them. Everyone else was gone. Only them left, somehow. She had lingered for a beat and he had turned it into a melody. Sit down with me. The request was met with measured silence and sharpened obedience. No nervousness in the face of danger. He wondered if she would take his question seriously or if he would be disappointed once more. In hindsight, it was a silly worry. She was not the others.

Her eyes followed his whiskey glass.

Voice calm.

“People only like success when it comes from suffering. When you’re happy and successful, they hate you.”

Her lashes shifted and then she was directly watching him. Piercing. Daring him to back away. Daring him to run. He was not the type to run. The intensity in that gaze tempted him though. He took a sip instead, both to smooth over the shake in his hand and the sudden cold in his throat.

“What about you? What do you want to say, but cannot?”

Min Yoongi kept his smile on.

“I hate them,” he replied.

Her lips parted. Not really from what he said, but the venom and bitterness ravaging his otherwise even, mild tone.

“I fucking hate people.”

There had been so many here. Quite a number, right here in his home. People who called themselves ‘friend’ when they were around him. Oh, he used the word too. He used to avoid it, but no longer. That was the way it was in this industry. Friend. Friends help friends until money became much more important and then ‘friend’ became only a word. Money was always more important. If not money, then ego. If not ego, then…

“People pretend they like you but, if you watch their words, you will see how they love to slip in that one aspect where they think better than you. If they are not trying to make you feel inferior, then they think they can be the one to make you better.”

Those eyes were following him.

No.

Not following.

Already there.

“They think they know you,” she finished for him.

He raised the glass to keep something between him and her.

“Do you think you know me?”

A moment of silence and knowing.

“I thought I didn’t, but now I think I do.”

She must have wondered why she was here tonight. A celebration, but something she was only barely part of. He thought, too, that she shouldn’t be part of the guest list. But there had been some kind of mix up and he wasn’t the type to take back an invite. It was fine. One more person wouldn’t impact the cost that much. She came alone. Didn’t even drink. The reasoning behind this moment mattered little. What mattered was that it was happening.

What mattered was that he was afraid.

People avoided fear, pain, the unknown, but Min Yoongi was not people.

He lowered the glass and placed it on the coaster. “Tell me another thing you want to say. But can’t.”

She looked at the whiskey glass with a lack of whiskey. Lashes shifted and then back to him, half-smiling.

“Alcohol is an excuse to escape.”

He didn’t smile. “Or a way to cover up,” he added.

Half to full. “You don’t need to cover up.”

Yoongi didn’t mind lying a little to be polite. He didn’t mind putting on his best when he wasn’t feeling his best for the sake of not dragging down the mood. Yet, to himself, he did no such thing. He knew his tendency. He knew what he was doing to himself. He wasn’t sure he was going to do it, though, because he was afraid.

Fate implied nice things. The correct word was inevitable.

“Who said anything about me?”

She kept her smile and changed the subject. “Do you think creation only comes from suffering?”

He frowned.

“No.”

She nodded.

“Me neither.”

She leaned back. It was an invitation rather than a retreat.

“But no one ever praises it as the best work you have ever done either.”

Her dress shirt was crushed black velvet. Buttoned all the way up to her slim neck. He knew she wore a fitted miniskirt tonight, one with a silver zipper detail that stopped at the waistband. Sheer black stockings. Velvet heels that matched her top, currently lined up by the door. Small purse and long coat present on his sofa.

She would have to pass by him to retrieve them.

“Even if by technical means, it is the best work you have ever done. Even if it’s the most expansive personal exploration you have ever done. Even if you are proud of how far you have come. Lyrically, melodically, vocally. People don’t like it… as much. Not unless it comes from suffering. Then and only then do they eat it up, finding pleasure in devouring your pain.”

He tracked her with his eyes. “I didn’t say that.”

She didn’t smile. “You didn’t. I did.”

Yoongi was afraid to stand up and pour himself a little more. Not that he couldn’t take it. He could. It was the shimmering nervousness eating away at his limbs that he wasn’t sure if he wanted to reveal.

“I’ve gone on too long. Your turn. What do you want to say?” she asked.

Not yet.

He breathed out and answered.

“I knew from the moment I met you that you knew me.”

Her forearms leaned against the edge of the coffee table. One hand poised over the table, fingertips not quite touching the glass. No fingerprints. She humbly tilted her head. Visible puzzlement. “I only played a very small part in the marketing. Just the written portion. I was a little surprised that they wanted to have a separate position from the marketing director.”

“I made the request.”

His elbow was resting on his raised knee. Fingertips loosely on the rim of the glass. He wore a designer suit as the host and for the celebratory occasion. The honey-mocha-colored blazer was now draped over the back of the sofa, leaving him in the slacks and tan silk shirt. His black hair currently reached past his jaw. He had it half-tied back to look presentable. Now, he was wishing that he had taken out the hair tie to have this conversation. As if on cue, she swept back part of her long hair over her shoulder, exposing her right ear.

His eyes followed the action and then met up with hers.

Vigilant.

He raised his head. Instead of elaborating, he asked again.

“What can’t you say?”

The silence was loud.

“Everyone has an ulterior motive when they speak to me,” she murmured. Not quite looking at him. Lips barely moving. “Everyone plays nice but, in the end, everyone wants something.”

He had to remind himself to breathe. “Don’t you?”

Her gaze flickered back. “Don’t I what?”

“Want something.”

Pause.

“Want someone.”

She hummed softly.

“You don’t think I could have someone if I wanted them?”

There was an edge to her tone. She placed her elbows on the edge of the table and laced her fingers together. Almost rude, if Yoongi had been one to care about etiquette. She had beautiful hands. Hands that could tell stories.

“Or, rather, are you of the opinion that people are might to be kept? That I, as a woman, must desire to keep someone, hold them, and base my worth on whether or not I can keep them in my grasp?”

A faint smile.

Not a kind one.

He really needed that drink. Gripped the top of his glass.

“I want to keep someone,” Yoongi confessed softly. “Someone who knows me.”

He lowered his knee.

He got up, breaking their shared gaze. Walked over to the bar and poured himself a little more. Drank it slowly to savor the burn that always came with whiskey. And yet he continued to drink it. He wondered why she agreed. He wondered why the skittering in his veins wouldn’t go away. He wondered why he let himself be in this position.

He wasn’t one to build sandcastles.

Exhale.

Yoongi left the glass behind and turned back around.

She was still sitting on her side of the coffee table on the pillow he had provided. Relaxed shoulders, elegant legs together, had shifted her weight to her hip to be more comfortable. One of her elbows was still on the edge of his coffee table, hand hanging down. She had sensed that she was in his line of sight and turned her head. Lashes lowered. Lifting.

The faintest tick of her eyebrow.

His hands found their way to his pockets.

“You want to keep playing this game?” she asked him.

He tilted his head, looking down at her frame.

“I don’t think either of us were playing a game.”

Eyes back up.

Standstill.

He smiled. “You’re too blunt and honest to be afraid to say what you want to say.” He let out a sigh from tiredness that wasn’t physical. “Me, I’m restricted by my choice of profession. Expectations. Public image and shit. You never know what someone says behind your back. You never know what harmless thing you said comes back to bite you. You never know when friend become foe.”

She remained seated but there was no question that they were standing on the same playing field.

“Am I considered friend? Or foe?” she asked.

He still had a chance to end the night.

Could have right here.

Yoongi stepped forward. Closed the distance. Squatted down, hiking up his slacks and resting his elbows on his knees to be eye level. In his expensive designer clothes, this casual action was almost laughable. No one was laughing. They both knew the difference between appearance and true self. In his heart, he was still the young kid protecting a dream no one believed in. Now, people saw him as someone who achieved that dream. Someone who made it. Someone who had it all. Money, ego, and loneliness. He hesitated to keep anyone. Everyone wanted something. Couldn’t blame them for it. But.

The air was thin up high.

“You’re right.”

Something flickered in her eyes. He nodded.

Exhale.

“What you said about alcohol. I use it to escape. My thoughts, mostly,” he admitted. Tapped the side of his temple. “It’s a cage in here.” Pointed to the window, to outside. “A cage out there. Good or bad, expectations are a cage that fuck with your head. A cage to keep you in the dark.” He gave her a wan smile. An honest one. “You can still find light in the dark, even if you’re caged. You just have to let go. I learned to let go. People liked that… but not as much.”

She nodded. Didn’t reply. Nothing to reply to. He continued as he watched her eyes.

“But you don’t drink alcohol.”

There was something in there. Even in the shadows of the low lighting, he could see them.

“You are not trying to escape. You actively rebel against the cage of expectations. You don’t look for the light.”

Sparks.

“You are your own light.”

The corner of her lips rose.

“There’s more than one way to escape.”

There was gravity here. Telepathy. Inevitability. He lowered one of his knees, leaning in slightly. Her eyes followed his hands, then back up to his face. Yoongi knew he shouldn’t. He was someone and people were dangerous. Her hand raised, resting on her chest. Her fingers slid across black velvet. Tracing the button placket. Just because they were alone didn’t mean that this moment would stay alone. He knew that. She could hurt the life he had made for himself. He was afraid, yes.

But not intimidated.

She leaned forward. The scent of musky warmth, somewhere between blessed fruit and wicked temptation. He breathed in, keeping his gaze torso up. 

“I don’t let people project their expectations on me,” she finally said. “The world demands. I question it and it seen as resistance. Insolence. People judge you solely on their moral compass that you had no say in. If they find a flaw in you, it is always on their terms.” She shook her head. “No. I will not live by their compass or on their terms. I choose what possesses me. I choose what makes me and what is left behind.”

His eyes followed the shape of her lips.

“I create my afterimage.”

He knew from the moment that they met that her hands could tell stories. He wondered what else they could do.

Wondered if they could make him fall apart too.

“Do you ever lie?” Yoongi asked.

She answered honestly and with a kind smile.

“Everybody lies.”

Lowered her hand from her chest. Placed the other on the floor. The distance between them was respectful but their shared gaze was closer than close. It wasn’t what was said that revealed the most. It was the words unsaid that revealed all. Her eyes tracked his. He followed the path created. He could blame the whiskey but that would be discourteous to the moment, to the feeling, to her. She sat up, to her knees. Stance no longer relaxed.

Now they were both on their knees.

Her whisper set his world on fire.

“Something you want to say, but cannot say?”

He held the tremble of his breath and now he couldn’t breathe.

“I really hope your method of escapism is what I think it is,” he replied.

That spark in her eyes gleamed. She moved her hands from her lap to behind her back. He could see the edges of her fingertips wrapped around her elbows. Yoongi recognized this feeling. It was the same exhilaration he felt when the melody and lyrics hit that sweet spot of the soul, the instant he knew he had gotten it right, the moment of a song becoming more than just sound.

“You can say it,” she urged gently. “I am not ashamed.”

He felt the side of his lips rise.

“I shouldn’t use sex as escapism.”

The tip of her pink tongue traced the edge of her smirk. A soft sigh, and she tipped her head back, exposing her neck. Her hair slipped along the line of her shoulders, framing her face. Downcast gaze. Then, a shift. Sensuality and sharpness.

No obedience.

“Good thing I don’t abide by your rules.”

The door was open.

He let his gaze linger on her face for a moment. Then, down. Down. The silver zipper was to the side of the skirt, along the center of her upper left thigh. Instead of zipping downward, it unzipped upward, towards the waistband. Decorative and functional. Sitting for a period of time had caused the article of clothing to hike up. Previously, Yoongi had never allowed himself to even consider it. Too dangerous to be disrespectful when others’ eyes were watching, and he had no desire to torture himself with impossibilities. But that was the past.

And this was the present.

He looked back up to watch her reaction.

Reached forward.

She kept her hands behind her back and her knees together.

Yoongi gripped the zipper pull and pushed the slider up her thigh.

The sound of metal teeth teasing apart. Then resistance. The delicate evisceration of fragile threads being torn apart. Obvious destruction. He could hear it. She could feel it. He saw himself in the shadows of her eyes as her stockings ripped from being caught in the skirt zipper. He didn’t look down. She didn’t stop him. Up. He had to scoot closer. She did not flinch. He hit the end of the tape.

He let go.

So close that their breath was mixing now.

His fingertip traced the rips, grazing over soft flesh threatening to spill out.

“I apologize. I’ll pay for it,” he murmured.

An open-mouthed smirk.

“For what?”

The zipper ended all the way up past her hip.

“Nothing is happening here.”

Then she raised herself, spreading her knees. Her skirt split apart further. Her hand raised, cradling his jaw for a split second before she leaned in and claimed his lips.

A kiss was evidence to intention. A kiss could reveal when someone wanted to be liked, when someone was trying to impress, when someone was desperate to be loved. A kiss showed Yoongi who meant well and who was selfish. Soft, insistent, angling her head to deepen the taste. She kissed with intent to bed him. With intent to feel him and his heart.

With nothing to hide.

He matched her intent, burning in it.

Hot and low, she whispered into his mouth.

“Rip it.”

He curled his fingers under the thin nylon. Soft, smooth skin under his knuckles. Tension in his grip and in the electrified air between their lidded eyes. Centimeters between them that felt like nothing. Her sweetness and resolve tingled against his lips. He pulled. Her breath stilled in her throat. The tearing sound was violence in the silence. He dug his fingers into the stockings, creating more holes, shredding them. Her fingertips by his ear pressed inward. Breath shallowing. His free hand settled on her other thigh with the stocking still intact. Slid up, stopping at the raised hem of her skirt.

His murmur shaking as he spoke.

“You wanna fuck me.”

He could feel his pulse thundering in his ears. Her touch left trails of goosebumps.

She promised with a question.

“Who doesn’t?”

His fingers danced up, up, tearing holes with his nails. The ghost of pain flitted over her features, but there was no fear. She closed her eyes, shuddering. Her fingers stopped at his hair tie. Lips to lips again, and he felt her other hand rise, steadying against his temple and tugging his hair free as he ripped her stockings apart. Pressure and breath and lust. Tongue against tongue. A curtain of black cascading around their faces, his long hair falling forward, and then they were closer, knees to knees, his hands on her thighs.

Squeezing.

Her hands in his hair, tangled into the darkness.

Every kiss made him want more, more.

Her hands tumbled out of his hair and slid past his shoulders, fanning over his back.

His fingertip outlined the center seam. Pressed down on it. Followed the dip down. She sucked in a breath from his throat, stealing it from him. The heat pooled in his core. A shared throb. His teeth caught the edge of his lips. A nick of pain. Her arms around his neck, and they were eye-to-eye, on their knees, saying nothing and feeling everything, his touch tracing her covered slit and her fingers twisting into his silk shirt, clutching fistfuls. He wondered why she didn’t touch him.

One look into her eyes and Yoongi knew why.

There was dampness. He pressed deeper. She spread her knees more, stretching the rips and making them worse. He hooked a finger along one. Guided the tear. Had a destination in mind. Dug his knuckle into soaked fabric. Her eyes slid shut. Shuddering breath. Hips rolling towards him. The uncomfortable strain traveled up his torso. He pulled his other hand on her thigh back, his jaw clenching as he adjusted himself.

A faint smile lingered on her lips.

No need for words. That was enough of a response.

He placed his palm back on her thigh and grinded circles along the top of her pussy.

Her lips parted, exhaling a lustful breath.

The slinky material of her panties molded to her folds. He ran his fingertips along her covered clit, pressing the thin fabric taut, drenching it with her slick. Heavy sweetness mixed with her decadent perfume and his fresh cologne. He pushed the pantyhose seam out of the way. Rubbed steadily, building the pace, gripping her thigh and feeling his own cock swell with carnal want.

“Take more.”

Her whisper dark and forceful. Two minds on the same one-track wavelength. Her eyes opened ever-so-slightly. Teasing gaze.

“Put your fingers in me.”

His fingernail followed the edge. Pulled back, sucking in a breath as the scent of sex strengthened. He met her stare with his own desire, into her eyes and bathed the light of the open door within them, suddenly feeling unashamed, unafraid, no longer any need to cover up, sliding two fingers into warm, tight heat.

Fuck.

Her eyelids fluttered. Tip of her pink tongue wetting her lower lip. He curled his fingers inward. She shook her head and he straightened them at the wordless instruction. Deeper, all the way to his knuckles. Her inner walls clamped around him. He pressed his thumb at the top of her pussy, using the pad to flare open the folds, finding what he was looking for when she softly moaned, right in his face, feathery breath washing over his lips.

She started the pace, hips rocking, her arms around his neck. She didn’t break eye contact. Neither did he. Slid his fingers out and then pushed back in, answering her want. Answering her force with his force, speed with her speed. Breathing quickening, the haze creeping into her eyes, and he pushed for the edge, tightening his jaw as he felt her pussy shiver around his fingers. Moved his grip from her thigh, finding himself unable to control his strength and instead turning it towards himself.

“Yoongi…”

He pressed his palm against his throbbing erection, wincing as the aching pleasure strummed up his torso. Even this faint stimulation was making him heady. Deeper. No sound but sloppy wet smacks and ragged breathing, stroking himself through his slacks and driving his fingers forward, tension at his fingertips and pulsing from her to him. Skin hot, muscles tense, staring at her parted lips and listening to the melody of her moan.

Yoongi leaned forward and kissed her as she came onto his hand.

Her nails twisted into the beige silk, raking along his shoulder blades, and he needed them on his fucking skin. He could feel her inner walls shiver violently, sweet honey seeping down his palm and sticking to his knuckles, and that shiver traveled through his nerves and up his arm, all the way to his head and scattering his better judgement.

Shouldn’t.

The kiss broke.

He pulled his hand away, breathing hard.

She lowered one hand and took his wrist, raising the mess to his lips.

All societal rules forgotten under the influence of complementing lust.

He curled his tongue around his middle finger. The taste was distinct and spread over his tongue, staining it with lustful memory. He watched her smile as his lips closed around his own fingers. Sweet with a hint of sour, stronger and more impactful than any other. The taste of her cum remained even after he pulled his fingers out and leaned in to kiss her once more.

A shared tension, and yet.

She broke the kiss. Shaking air, layers and heat and the gravity of the situation sinking in. She breathed against his lips, not looking at him.

“I… I can…”

He interrupted.

“Come closer.”

Wound his arm around her waist. Body to body. Her arms shifted, and he caught her left wrist with his left hand, pinning it to her lower back. She glanced up at him, curious. He looked back, strands of black clouding the edges of his vision. A second of connected eyes and his free hand hovering by her hip, debating on whether or not to say what he wanted to say.

“I can’t have you touching me yet,” he finally let himself admit. “Still afraid of your effect on me.”

His fingers danced along the curve. His eyes on her lips, remembering their softness against his.

“Let me give you one more orgasm.”

The edge of her mouth curved upwards. “Can’t refuse that, can I?”

Yoongi lowered his head. Nearly forehead to forehead. More than just give some, get some. Saturated scents, her and him, tension racing, his fingers slipping downward. Held breath, leaning against him. His knees against the hardwood were killing him. He didn’t care. Traced her slit, trembling at the smooth wetness. Pressing, coaxing, his lips to her jaw, following the lines. At first only the ghost of a touch, then harder. Kisses to tongue. Slow strokes to gentle circles. The experiment of teeth in the pocket of her neck and under her ear. Her free hand gripped his shirt, yanking him closer, her head tipping back, giving him more access.

The quiet breathing turned into breathy moans.

He set skin alight with his mouth. He knew how much pressure to apply so it wouldn’t leave a lasting or obvious mark. He noted the flinches of when he hit a particularly sensitive spot and paired it with the movement of his fingers, amplifying the pleasure. Slid two fingers in but didn’t move them. Only to provide fullness and feel her walls constrict and shiver. Built up the pace, kept it consistent.

Tightened his grip on her wrist.

Her hand let go of his silk shirt.

He clenched his jaw as her palm covered his clothed cock, her fingertips pressing into the fabric.

Raised his head. Found her eyes and they were already on him. It was not an easy angle nor convenient, but she didn’t stop and he couldn’t find the words to resist, seeping pleasure snaking through his core and down his thighs, face to face, unavoidable, her juices seeping down his fingers and her throbbing pulse at his fingertips, closer, harder, faster. Her low moan drifting into his open mouth, closing his eyes as the tingling sensations clawed up his back and head, desire aflame.

Her name falling from his lips in a rasp.

He knew she was watching him and he knew she saw all of him in this moment.

Then she came apart in his hands with a sigh, leaning her forehead against him, a smile with a bitten lip, pussy shuddering and thrusting her hips into his hand, taking him down, down with the racing rhythm and overwhelming shivers. Colliding, lips to lips, hunger, her hand gripping his thigh.

Creating a craving.

He shouldn’t have but he had no intention of stopping here.

She unzipped her skirt as she stood up. Pushed it down. It fell to the floor with a clatter. Crushed velvet skirt, ripped stockings, hair messy and tumbling over her left shoulder, pausing as she realized he was taking in all the details. She took him in too. Ceased silk. The thin fabric of his slacks that did nothing to hide his erection. His previously neat black hair now a sweeping mess over his cheeks.

Small smile.

“Still afraid?” she asked, knowing the answer.

He began to unbutton his shirt.

“No.”

Emotions of this caliber made him more attentive. More aware of the moment. Not a source for inaction but a reason for action, the reason to take her hand and hold it tight. There was no reason to hide now. It meant more to be in the present. Out of his head and into the insistence of hands fanning over bodies on the walk to the bedroom and into the hunger in catching lips between breaths. The aftermath was for the future.

Red knees.

Tangled arms.

They fell onto the bed and he let her hands tell a story.

They were warm. Exploring his skin with softness and hardness. Delicate pads across his collarbone. Digging fingernails dragged down his back. Followed his lines and pressed her lips to the inflamed skin, searing it with lustful fire. He sank his fingers into her thighs, then up her ass. Fanned over her back, gasping. Lips down his torso making an invisible path of kisses. The faintest touch on her shoulders and then gliding into her hair, pushing it out of the way as her mouth covered him.

Tongue around his hard length, dripping saliva.

Molded the wet muscle to the underside of his cock and applied varying pressure as he slid in and out of her mouth. Her hands spread over his hips, decorating him, running the sensitive head along the roof of her mouth and then back into the tightness of her throat, relaxing around him to press just a little deeper.

He gripped her hair harder.

Deep. Steady, flaring her tongue along the base of the head and making him twitch from the added burst of pleasure. His chest felt tight, trembling. Her hands pressed him into the mattress, not letting him escape, forcing him to feel it all. Eyelids fluttering from the brutal bliss. Skin prickling, unable to contain the overwhelm. Up and down, her hair spilling over his thighs, wet, constricting, the tips of her fingernails indenting his skin, closer, his lips parting.

A rough groan.

The precise sting of the high shooting through him and his palm pushed down, gasping as he felt the shuddering jerks and seeping release flood her mouth. She swallowed and he bit back the hiss, sensitivity bordering on pain, but that was its own exhilaration in a way. The suction ceased slowly. Her tongue continued, soft and slick, blanketing his tingling nerves with saliva and then licking it off, sending ecstasy in waves, up his chest and down his legs.

He stayed hard with soft stimulation.

She wrapped her hand around his cock and leisurely stroked it, extending the pleasure as she sat up.

Something in those shadowed eyes.

She smiled.

“Something you cannot say?”

Yoongi raised himself to his elbows.

His hair curled over his forehead and part of his jaw. Closed his hand around hers and made her tighten her grip, keeping it slow. Building the pleasure. Shuddering. Looking into her eyes and he knew what he wanted to say.

“Spit in my mouth.”

She raised her eyebrows.

He cocked one.

She leaned forward and he could taste himself in her saliva.

His entire body jolted when she spat in his open mouth. He hooked his other arm around her shoulders, pulling himself up and kissing her fiercely, the electricity of wrongness driving the lust, pumping himself with her hand and surrendering to her tongue. He had never asked for that before. Didn’t know if he was interested but most importantly neve found himself comfortable enough to make such a request. It felt wrong somehow, as a man.

Wrong, but delicious.

“Do you have condoms?”

“Yes.”

Her hands glided over her thighs, spreading them as he rolled down the condom. She knew her body. His skin still burned from where she touched him. A tactile afterimage. He watched her spread her glistening pussy lips open, twitching at the obscene image. He placed a hand on her thigh and thrust in, following the hunger in her gaze and the tension in her knuckles. She exhaled in sensual approval, pinning her own legs to her chest. His palms hit the mattress, gasping at the depth. The wet tightness sucked him in, closing in and massaging his length. An uncontrollable jerk of his cock and they both moaned, heat radiating.

She tapped his arm.

A smirk.

“Don’t hold back, Yoongi.”

He smirked back.

The hard, shocking force of hips to hips. Hers rising, his driven downwards, making them both snap their heads back at the power. Pleasure to borderline pain. Chasing a feeling, a primal appetite, a taste soaked into his tongue, and there was no going back, shallow breath, racing heart, finding each other once more, his head hanging down with a cascade of black strands along his periphery, knowing eyes and a devious smile underneath him. Rougher, hitting that angle, so deep and so tight that it sent a wave of boiling shivers up his spine, gasping as the tip of her pink tongue traced her teeth.

Erratic exhale and hazy gaze.

The ecstasy eating him inside out.

Her hands sliding up his arms, delicate caress in contrast to the harshness, stories behind those fingertips, fuck me with everything you’ve got, hesitancy that belonged to someone who knew and could see right through dishonesty, and he lowered his torso, his palms shifting up higher, using all of his power combined with gravity. Her legs sandwiched between their bodies, the position making breathing more difficult, but she wasn’t asking him to stop.

Not with that fire in those eyes and the way her hips smacked into him.

“Are you close?” he whispered.

A gasp with an edge. “Y… Yeah.”

His fingers twisting in the sheets. Burning. Growling.

“Take it.”

Meant it.

Hard, deliberate smacks, sucking in a sharp breath at the feeling of the head rubbing against her rigid inner walls, heady throb, clenching all around, maintaining the tension to avoid hitting his own high too soon, there, almost there, his eyes screwed shut and only hearing her torn moan, shuddering, and then it hit him, thrusting in and hit with multiple points of contact, her powerful spasms shattering through his nerves and knocking the wind out of his lungs.

He lost his control.

The grimace sliced through his jaw and the orgasm shot up his body, hers combining with his, a match to gasoline that made his spine pull back, helpless moan as it spread through his chest, his head, his thoughts reminding him that it was dangerous to want this, that he shouldn’t want this, that it was not advisable to think this was anything else than what it was.

Equally breathless, clawing for oxygen.

One of his elbows hit the mattress, his fingers curling into her hair.

Shaking eyes to shaking eyes. He kept telling himself not to want more. Her hand drifted to his chest, settling there. His heart was beating so hard that he could feel it in his throat. Under that gaze, in the light of her open door, she held his quivering heart in her hand and invited him to say what he wanted to say.

Even now, Yoongi could taste the vivid mixture of her and him on his tongue.

“I can’t… I can’t say that was by best work.”

She raised an eyebrow, panting hard.

He smirked.

“Haven’t fucked you a second time yet.”

She laughed. “Yeah, I’m going to need that money for my new stockings. In person, along with a formal apology. On your knees preferably.”

She had a smile that broke rules.

He didn’t know it then, but it would become a memory he would always have. A smile he would come to see many times afterwards. In nights, in days, in dreams,  in moments he learned to call just theirs, a constant afterimage that appeared when he searched for a memory to comfort him in times of hardship.

A smile to light the dark and break him out.

“I look forward to it,” Yoongi promised.

--

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[im-gonna-sing-the-doom-song-blog]

hi!! i love ur writing sm and i wanted to request a jealous jason fic🤭🤭could be either sfw or nsfw but i’m leaning towards nsfw hehe😚can’t wait to see what u cook up!

HI! Thank you so much for the sweet words. I’ll start working on your request asap! And I’ll make it super spicy 😈🔥

So this is gonna be a two or three parter fic and it’s DARK…

ASKS ARE OPEN!

THE POISONOUS GREEN. A TALE OF JEALOUSY

JEALOUS JASON TODD:

WARNINGS:

NSFW Smut

DESCRIPTION: How could you drive him to this? Jason is really all you need. “STOP PLAYING GAMES. YOU’RE MINE”

The sun was setting over Gotham City, painting the sky in hues of red and orange as if someone had spilled their drink across the heavens. It was a typical day in Gotham, but for Y/N it was anything but ordinary.

She was walking home from work, her body swaying slightly to the rhythm of the city sounds. She lived alone, a fact she was quite proud of. But tonight, something felt different. As she rounded the corner onto her street, she saw Jason, her boyfriend standing outside her apartment building, leaning against the wall like he owned the place.

"Hey," he said, his voice deep and smooth. He pushed off the wall and approached her, those damn dimples flashing in his face.

Jason followed her inside, the door slamming shut behind them and him wondering when he’ll get a same key. His eyes raked over every inch of her, taking in her curves. They were always so fucking distracting, but tonight they seemed even more tempting than usual. "You know what pisses me off?" he growled, stepping closer until there was barely any space between them.

Y/N blinked up at him, confusion clear in her eyes. "What?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady despite the way his proximity made her heart pound.

His hand shot out, grabbing her chin roughly and tilting her head back. "How fucking easy you are."

….

His grip tightened on her chin, forcing her to look directly into his eyes. There was no mistaking the anger swirling within them, but also...something else. Something dark and hungry. "You're always giving it away so easily," he spat out, his voice low and rough. His other hand came up, yanking her shirt down to expose the swell of her breasts, held high by the tight bra she wore.

A growl ripped from his throat as he leaned down, lips hovering just above her exposed skin. "And don't think I don't notice." His words were a hot whisper against her flesh, sending shivers racing down her

His voice was low and rough, filled with a raw edge of fury. He watched her closely, looking for any sign of fear. But all he found was curiosity. And that only made him angrier.

"I'm sick of watching you throw yourself at anyone who looks at you twice," he snapped, letting go of her chin and reaching for her shirt.

The moment his hands touched her, she felt a jolt of electricity shoot straight to her pussy. She bit her lip, feeling wetness pooling between her legs. It was like he had some kind of control over her body. And fuck if that didn't turn him on even more.

His fingers hooked into the waistband of her pants, tugging them down just enough to expose the black lace panties she was wearing. Without wasting another second, he shoved his face between her thighs, inhaling deeply. Her scent was driving him crazy, making his cock throb painfully against his jeans.

His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, savoring the intoxicating scent of her arousal. His fingers dug into her soft flesh, gripping her thigh tightly as he pressed his face against her pussy. Yanking down her panties with his teeth, he spread her wide open, revealing her glistening folds to his hungry gaze.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, staring at her dripping slit. "You're soaked."

His finger traced over her swollen clit, rubbing small circles around it before sliding lower. He pushed a single digit inside her, curling it upward to stroke her G-spot.

He finds her sweet spot and rubs it firmly. He loved how wet she got for him, but the fact that she was this turned on for someone else (or so he lets himself believe) was pissing him off even more.

Without warning, he pulled away from her pussy, stepping back to look at her. "Who was the lucky guy?" he demanded, his voice cold and harsh. His hand moved quickly, grabbing her chin and tilting her head back forcefully.

"You better tell me," he snarled, his other hand reaching out to rip open her shirt, exposing her tits to his hungry gaze….”Stop playing games. You’re mine”

TO BE CONTINUED.

[roughribo]

When she asks me to pick out her clothes for her, I relish the opportunity to provide for her. It’s not directly about actively dominating her, it’s about actively making the decisions that enhance her life.

Decisions she was already probably going to make but that you have taken away the stress of making and not only that, you’ve taken on the responsibility of challenging those decisions with new wrinkles that she may not have otherwise pushed herself to try.

Some days are for putting her in cute and colorful panties underneath a casual shirt and leggings if she’s out feeling silly with friends.

Some days are for cotton panties and soft short shorts and one of my shirts because it’s only a matter of time before I spank that behind today if she keeps walking into the room and wagging it in my face and giggling like that as I work before scurrying away.

Some days it’s time to put on stockings and seamless slips and grab one of her flattering dresses and the earrings I got her because she has to go straight from work to a formal dinner.

Some days I am a mischievous man who leaves out a butt plug and cheeky panties with her work attire for a short shift.

Some days are for period panties, sweatpants and my old hoodie that she has slowly made a nest in, along with paracetamol and back rubs.

Some days I add a little ropework to spice up her day at home in pajamas because she loves the feel of my ropes and I wish I didn’t have to work that day so I could be with her.

Some days are for putting her in clothes we don’t care if she mucks up and a sports bra and bandana because we have a lot of cleaning to do.

Some days she goes commando under my direction and I’ll hand her a pair of jeans and a tshirt because I know how the inseam arouses her and we want to jump each other’s bones later that night after getting home from visiting with friends and the anticipation is killing us.

Some days are for the panties that have shrunk and the shirt and leggings developing tears in them and the bra that’s now too loose because she wants to see me give these clothes one last hurrah and rip and tear through them later like a man possessed by her beauty.

Some days I give her an oversized shirt because it’s so hot in our house we’d go naked anyways but she wants to cook breakfast and I want to protect her body from food prep spatters. Seeing her cute butt peek out at me occasionally is a plus too.

Some days clothes are unnecessary and we need to feel each other’s skin, cuddle, and recharge from a long week.

Some days I grab her some cheeky cut undies and a tshirt and we spend a lazy sunday gaming and watching movies.

Some days are for fishnets, corset, strappy thong, and bra, and heels under an overcoat because it makes her so hot to be escorted to a hotel room so scantily clad, but it’s our little secret.

Some days she finds I’ve laid out her unders in gameday colors with my team jersey and leggings and she knows I think my favorite sports team plays better if she sits in that spot, cooks a certain food, and wears certain things and she wants to help give them good luck.

But most importantly I remember every day she could dress herself, she just chooses to relinquish this responsibility to me because of the trust and love between us. And for that, as her Daddy, I'm grateful. There’s nothing more beautiful than being chosen by someone to provide for them.

[phoebelovingcare]

tumblr user phoebelovingcare I am so curious, what is the issue with kirby time travel? has there been a significant use of it anywhere in the series?

the current problem with time travel in kirby is that it DOES exist, but is undefined.

"time-space transport" is a quote from Star Dream - clockwork stars are not only capable of travelling things through time, but have done so in every game they've appeared in, both times in reference to Galacta Knight. Speaking of Galacta Knight, they have been stated to be banished OUTSIDE of space and time.

think about that for a second. being outside of space and time. that is called Not Existing. how does someone end up in that situation? a schrodinger's puffball? incredibly relevant to history, but never directly quoted or witnessed in any main timeline?

The Lor Starcutter is ALSO stated to be a time machine on miiverse. backed up in that post by the fact that you can see it in the background of galacta's time-rip attacks in Robobot. The specific wording of it was that two Lors could meet at once, one from the future and one from the past.

which brings me to Magolor. the only other character who follows the same rules as Galacta Knight - there is only one of him in any timeline or universe, he remembers everything that happened in his relative past, and he must be brought to or travel to a timeline or universe to exist in it. the owner of the Lor Starcutter. which he shares a name with.

another major instance of this is rifts formed by Fecto Elfilis and Elfilin. they canonically experience time dilation - it's said that Dedede searched for Kirby for MONTHS before giving up and ending up possessed. Waddle Dee Town was already founded and then destroyed in the time it took Kirby to fall through a rift and stumble upon it the same day. Months of NewWorld time is minutes of Popstar time.

this dilation is also implied when Elfilin closes the rift tearing the two planets apart. I counted - it took 21 seconds for Clawroline to "nurse him back to health," and for him to be strong enough to create a rift back to Popstar. 21 is divisible by 7, possibly meaning it took 3 days or 3 weeks for Elfilin to recover and that 7 seconds is either a day or a week in NewWorld time.

beyond this point lies heavier speculation.

in the Kirby series, there are two different planets in two very different conditions that are BOTH following the trope of post-apocalyptic Earth. Both NewWorld and Shiver Star exist simultaneously and directly contradict each other. Unless... you take into account the portal travel and time dilation. It's entirely possible that trying to fly to Earth from Popstar (including crystal-shard portaling) gets you Shiver Star simply because of the ABSENCE of time travel. you need the time dilating aspect of a worldeater portal to get you to a living earth. using this logic, they might be the SAME PLANET. i like this theory a lot.

another theory of mine that i like a lot: Magolor built the Lor Starcutter.

"but didn't he excavate it? you don't think he'd lie about THAT, do you?" no. I don't.

I think he built the Lor and accidentally sent it back into the ancient past, where it was buried and dug up by his past self, who learned every aspect of it and eventually built a replacement when he lost access to that ship, and then accidentally sent it back into the ancient past, where it was buried and dug up by his past self, who learned- you get the point.

here's the thing. there is no world where hal thought this deeply about any of this. i'd give anything for a formal lore bible leak but honestly at this point i don't think they even have one and they're just making shit up as they go. that's why i, phoebelovingcare, am running for director of HAL labs,

[swampstew]

Captain's little bitch

Summary: Play bitch games, win bitch prizes. Warnings: gender bent/ Fem Eustass Kid (dom) X Female Reader (sub), bdsm dynamics in the form of pet play obedience training, teasing, oral, pre-timeskip design :) WC: 800+

Eustass Kid couldn’t not make something into a competition. A character flaw you willingly overlooked because of your beneficial friendship with her. One that left you both very satisfied. What should have been a fun game to simply drink and enjoy each other’s company…

“This game is rigged,” the spicy redhead scoffed before tossing the deck of cards across her room in annoyance for her consecutive losses.

“You taught it to me. Maybe you don’t understand the rules that well.”

“HAAH?!” she doubled over laughing, “No, doll. You should know by now, I don’t follow them at all.”

“Well maybe someone should put you in your place,” you stuck your tongue out, knowing you were inviting trouble. But, it needed saying.

“And who’s gonna do it?” her golden eyes narrowed sharply and her voice took a begrudged tone. “You? Need I remind you to whom you’re talking?”

Her red clawed nails wrapped around your throat, not pressing too deep as she pulled your face to hers while making you crane your neck uncomfortably. Her smirk was devastatingly beautiful, even with the cruel gleam in her eyes.

“Just because I let you eat me out doesn’t mean you have any authority over me,” Kid growled menacingly. “In fact, I’d say you’re the one in dire need of obedience training.”

Shoving you down to your knees, Kid pushed your head with the sole of her foot. Once you were bowed before her, she sat down in her throne like chair lifting her leg and hooking it over the armrest. Her spotted yellow skirt rode up and you could see the glistening, silk panties you had gifted her, snugly fit around Kid’s mound. It made your mouth water.

“Since you think you can talk to me like you’re my equal, I’m gonna train you to be a good girl from the bad bitch that you are,” she smirked.

“Y-y—” you tried to talk back, a plea for leniency.

“Dog’s don’t talk!” Kid snapped, taking her belt off her waist, and whipping it in the air with a crack. “Bring me the muzzle and the strap. Go on, all fours. If you misbehave, I’ll whip your pretty little ass.”

With a shiver, you crawled towards the bed and reached for the trunk stashed underneath. Pulling the requested items, you couldn’t carry both toys in your position and you had no choice but to bite down on the straps.

They dangled from your mouth as you shuffled back to your mistress.

“That’s better, although…something still seems off,” she let the implication hang in the air before she suddenly stood up and ripped your clothes off leaving you in your lingerie.

“There. I don’t dress my dogs up. Now the only thing missing…and you better fuckin’ stay right there,” Kid moved about the cabin where you couldn’t see; you almost almost wanted to take a peek, feel the leather belt caress your cheeks with a passionate strike that was sure to have you writhing.

She was back before you could try, clipping something cold and heavy around your throat.

A golden chain.

A collar.

“Now you look like a proper pup. Let’s see if you can act like one for mommy,” she beckoned you to the chair with a clawed finger. Kid took off her shirt and skirt, revealing a corset that was hooked to the panties, and assumed her original seated position.

“Ledge,” she commanded.

Gulping, you crawled on your knees until you were directly in front of her. You slowly raised your hands and placed them on the edge of the chair.

“Good pup. Now beg.”

Your mouth opened indignantly, and as you started to speak Kid shot you a glare. Biting your lip, you lowered your head on top of your hands and made short, whining noises.

“Does the puppy want my forgiveness?” Kid mocked you, tracing your cheek with her fingers as if she were giving you scritches.

You nodded, echoing your whimpers in the hopes of pleasing her from your humiliation.

Kid cooed, drawing her fingers back and pressing them against her clothed pussy. Rubbing herself teasingly as she coldly glared at you.

“Does my bitch want my affections?”

Your hands wavered on the chair as you tried to draw yourself closer to the intoxicating scent of Kid’s arousal. Your eyes dilated, round and wide as you pleaded with your eyes. Nudging your head and nose against her warm thigh with another pitiful cry.

The redhead cracked a smile, dipped her finger under the fabric and gathered a generous amount of slick between her fingers.

“You can have a treat.”

She shoved her fingers between your drooling lips. Moaning around the digits as they explored your mouth, getting drunk off the taste of Eustass Kid’s juicy pussy.

With clean fingers, Kid pushed the soaked fabric aside and scooted herself closer to your face.

“Go on, lap it up. You’re gonna need your hydration with your punishment still coming.”

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for keeping up a grudge long after the issue was resolved?

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious (To find this post later bc I usually forget the emoji I use)

I (24ftm) am in a pretty decent sized fandom discord server. One day this girl joined (age unknown). I got bad vibes from her the second she joined, but I didn't say anything bc I had no reason to feel that way

Well a few days, maybe a week goes by and we're all talking about ocs. It goes something like this:

her: I have an oc that's *insert concept here!*

someone else: Oh that's cool! I have an oc that's *insert related concept*

me: really? I have an oc that's *inert another related concept*

This is how almost every convo in the server goes, we build off each other in conversation and just let things snowball as long as they're semi-on topic.

Well, girl comes out of nowhere and says "I have a hope you all shut up"

Other guy told her she was being mean, then I changed the convo by asking the other guy about his oc. Ten/Fifteen minutes later, long past the relevance of that issue, she pings other guy to 'explain' herself by saying "I felt like they were making me…" (Quote taken per verbatim from the server, she never explains how we made her feel this way)

Now I'm not debating the guilty party in THAT scenario, I know who it is. That's just the origin story for the past month of Passive Aggressiveness I've thrown at this girl.

To this day I will not talk to her, I slowly ease my way out of convos if she joins them, if I'm goofing off in a channel and she joins in I will literally wait 30 minutes for the channel to be deemed dead so i can go back to my topic without seeming outright mean, and recently I made a jab directly at her. We have a channel for the "one word at a time" game, were you say a word, someone responds with the first word that word makes them think of, and so on.

Well the girl, who has properly interacted in that game before so she KNEW the rules, threw out a whole ass title of smth. So I responded with "Immoderate", which basically mean too much.

I might be the asshole bc that was petty, and I have been VERY petty for the last month or so, but in my defense she hasn't once apologized and she isn't exactly playing nice with me either so it's not like I'm ripping into some poor girl who's already fixed her mistake.

[serasarascreams]

Might as well add more thoughts into the mix. I was going to do it in the tags of the last post but it felt long enough. The last set of tags was a perspective I don't think I've seen yet, but then again I haven't been here too long. I think they're right in idea that the theme of responsibility doesn't just extend to Curly and Jimmy and that the game itself is a showcase of how all the little things add up and create the bigger issues alongside the certain major steps that were taken. They (aka @son-of-crows-and-rats) put it in much better terms than I did.

I was so focused on the main plot of the game a lot of other things went over my head, and while some things hit me later I'm sure there are more things like the person (and multiple others) pointed out that I'll catch here or again have it hit me later. Fuck Jimmy is the initial reaction I had at the end of the game, screaming disappointment in Curly came next, and the bleakness and awfulness of the events continue to seep through whenever I think about it.

I'm also very much on board with the statement that Curly did not deserve what happened to him and it's kinda messed up to say. Him getting deep fried, for lack of a better term, is another major consequence of him and Jimmy's actions (or inaction in Curly's case) while Anya is another. It's just a consequence that effects him directly now and I think that's a parallel to the way Anya was directly affected by Curly and Jimmy's actions. Neither Anya or Curly deserved the pain inflicted upon them, deserved to be forced to continue to live with it and all the suffering that followed, or deserved to have their autonomy ripped away from them.

Curly is not a trash human being, but I don't think I can call him a good man either. Good natured maybe, but not the best guy. The painful irony of his situation hits harder after the final conversation with Anya. His eye is always open, it's too painful to move, he can't speak. He can only watch and listen. There's no way for him to take responsibility anymore even if he desperately wants to. I think what's worse for him is that he got to live after seeing the monster beneath the skin of his friend destroy everyone and everything around him. I saw someone else say that when he froze the day of the crash it was a moment of "you were everything I feared you were" and I think that just adds an extra layer of awful to it. Curly could have been better, and if he gets rescued and lives, I like to think he will be. But I wonder if in the back of his mind it'll always eat at him that it wasn't when it mattered.

Sorry, that this partially ended up turning into a Curly post. It's just that he seems to be talked about the most. That's fair. He, Anya, and Jimmy are the ones who push the initial topic of discussion to the surface because it's there front an center.

I'll probably have more to say the more realizations dawn and the more I scroll through the tag. This is the first game in a long time that made me cry and the only horror game to really mess me up. Funny enough, it's because Curly scares me more than Jimmy.

I love this game and all the infuriating and saddening elements within and around it. I love and hate how human all these characters are. If Wrong Organ ever makes another game in the future, I'll be running to check it out.